Chapter 289: Chapter 33: Descending the Mountain with the Sword 2

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Zhao Huai immediately flew back to the ground, carefully reflecting on the strengths and weaknesses of the sword he had just swung.

Although it contained a hint of the divine aura of Dragon Slaying Immortal, the sword technique was still far from perfection.

“What’s the name of that sword technique you just used?”

Sitting on a swing, Jiang Xuan asked slowly, her beautiful eyes glimmering.

“Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill,” Zhao Huai answered.

“Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill…fascinating. It’s no wonder that a divine art from the immortals is so difficult to find in this world,” Jiang Xuan murmured. She then turned her gaze to Zhao Huai and asked, “You have the highest sword skill talent I have ever seen. But I feel that you are still missing something. Are you clear about your own path?”

“My path? What path?” Zhao Huai asked, puzzled.

“The path is your standpoint. Right now, you’re only at the Golden Core stage, so you don’t need to worry about these things. But later, if you reach the Rebirth Metamorphosing Realm and confront the merging of paths, you will be at a disadvantage,” Jiang Xuan patiently explained.

“We can worry about future matters in the future,” Zhao Huai answered with a smile.

Jiang Xuan shook her head and didn’t speak anymore. Her clear eyes moved to somewhere else and she no longer looked at him.

Zhao Huai pursed his lips and scratched his head. He’s clueless about what the Secular Fairy is thinking about.

He quickly moved forward, stepping into a thatched cottage to check on the children.

He opened the door and looked inside.

Light filtered through the curtains made of fresh bamboo, illuminating the room. Teapots and teacups were placed on the tea table.

“Hoo do do…hoo doo do…loo doo doo…

With a jade-green dress and waist-length black hair, Yu Qinghan was softly singing a lullaby, under which the two babies in the cradle had fallen asleep.

After humming for a while, she picked up a stack of documents on the table and began to read. The documents spread out to half a meter in length.

Zhao Huai found a stool and sat down, yawning with his head propped up. He asked lazily, “What’s written on it?”

This peaceful life really is addictive.

Yu Qinghan skimmed over the documents, her eyes becoming slightly focused as she frowned, “My uncle is such a headache. The moment I’m not here for one day, he’s already up to no good. He wants to reshape the power structure. Shouldn’t he first consider how much he can do?”

“Do you mean Changning King Pei Ming?”

Zhao Huai asked.

“Yes, the fact that this document can be delivered here was already extremely difficult. The news is from half a month ago. Judging from the long time that has passed, many significant changes must have occurred in the outside world. The Northern Wolf has finally shown its true colors, there are still treacherous forces within Xia Country, and you Yan Country people are also causing troubles at the borders.”

While speaking, Yu Qinghan looked at Zhao Huai.

Zhao Huai shrugged helplessly, “Don’t blame me. As for state affairs, I choose not to worry about them. Perhaps it will be better once I return.”

“Don’t feel so proud, your Yan Country has offended the Shenluo Empire. The Western State is now in great danger. Countless disciples of the Devil Sect have taken refuge there and it has become a land full of evil and chaos. I suspect that Shenluo Empire and the Devil Sect have reached a collaboration,” Yu Qinghan glanced at him and warned.

Zhao Huai, with his eyes half-opened, didn’t seem to take them seriously at all. He raised his head and said, “Don’t worry. As long as we, the husband and wife, join hands, what can the Shenluo Empire do?”

“What are you planning to do?” Yu Qinghan turned around, looking curious. “There is a plan, but we will have to wait until we descend the mountain,”

“Huh!”

Zhao Huai stood up, stretched, and expressed some regret.

“It’s time to go.”

Hearing his words, Yu Qinghan also sighed. She took another longing look at the two sleeping children.

Zhao Huai looked out at the mountains and contemplated for a bit.

The mortal world has been without a leader for a while, and it can no longer be left unchecked.

The trip to Spiritual Mountains should end here.

But there is still one thing to do before that.

Sky Forge Mountain.

A hot breath surged out from the mountain top, accompanied by the incessant sound of iron forging.

A young man in white came to the gate of the mansion and sent a message, “Prince Zhao Huai of Yan is here to fetch his sword.”

A lot of gazes were instantly fixed on the entrance where Zhao Huai stood.

“The Prince of Yan is here?”

“Yes, I heard that our master has been forging a sword during the past half month. It seems to be his sword.”

“What? The master personally crafted it and has been forging it for half a month? What kind of sword is it?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go and have a look. I am curious about what kind of sword warrants such serious attention from master.”

The mansion gate was opened wide.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan were invited in, followed by many disciples from Sky Forge Mountain.

Walking through the long corridor of the sword forge, passing by the burning furnace and the exhibition hall, Zhao Huai soon arrived at the room of Master Ruan Ban — who seemed to have been overly exhausted during the past half month, judging from his paleness.

Despite this, his face was still full of vigor,

“You are here,” Master Ruan Ban said with a smile.

“This life-bound flying sword will leave you completely satisfied,” he assured while patting his chest.

After finishing speaking, he stepped aside, revealing a large sword pool shrouded in shadows.

The disciples standing outside the door widened their eyes.

“Did I see it wrong? Master actually used the Sword Cleansing Pool?”

“I heard that only the best flying swords can be placed in the Sword Cleansing Pool. Even scrap iron would turn into nice magical weapons after being put in the pool.”

“The Sword Cleansing Pool is a heritage of Sky Forge Mountain, created by melting a million magical weapons. Master must have his reasons for doing this.”

Hearing the disciples’ comments, Zhao Huai smiled without saying anything and took a few steps forward. He saw a black flying sword standing in the deep Sword Cleansing Pool.

“Your Highness, you can drip your blood to recognize it as its master now,”