“Lord Shoujian, this sword must have quite a story, doesn’t it?”
Curious, someone asked Lord Shoujian.
“This sword does indeed have a remarkable history. Its original name is the Red Jade Swan Sword,” Lord Shoujian said, pointing at the red longsword. “Look closely. The blade isn’t forged from steel but crafted from a piece of jade.”
“It really seems so. Incredible! A piece of jade turned into a Half-Complete Exalted Weapon, and of such exceptional quality?”
“It must be no ordinary jade—definitely a rare heavenly treasure.”
The crowd stared at the sword, and upon confirming it was indeed made of jade, their envy of Yin Zhuanghong grew.
“The creator of this Red Jade Swan Sword was a World Spiritist renowned across the Holy Light Galaxy. Known for his reclusive nature and lifelong dedication to the art of weapon forging, he was called the Mad Swordsmith,” Lord Shoujian continued.
“The Mad Swordsmith, due to his eccentric personality, rarely interacted with others. The weapons he crafted were kept for himself, never gifted or sold. But one day, he fell deeply in love with a woman. He took out two cherished treasures he’d long hoarded, intending to forge weapons to gift to her.
“These treasures were two pieces of divine jade that fell from the heavens, acquired at great cost. Though both were heavenly materials perfect for forging, they were different: one red, one blue.
“Thus, he crafted two weapons: a blue sword and a red sword, naming them the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword and the Red Jade Swan Sword.
“The Blue Jade Mandarin Sword he carried himself, while the Red Jade Swan Sword was meant for the woman he loved.
“Tragically, before he could present it, the woman died. The Mad Swordsmith, heartbroken, wasted away and died. Before his death, he destroyed all the weapons he’d ever made, except for the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword and the Red Jade Swan Sword.
“Some say he spared these two because they held his love for her, embodying his longing, and he couldn’t bear to destroy them.
“Regardless, the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword and Red Jade Swan Sword are indeed the only weapons of the Mad Swordsmith that survive to this day,” Lord Shoujian concluded.
“So, the Red Jade Swan Sword and the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword are a pair?”
“Lovers’ swords?” someone asked.
Lord Shoujian smiled warmly, a silent confirmation, before adding, “To be honest, the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword is also within the Divine Armament Tomb.”
“Really?”
At this, everyone grew excited, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
It was clear Yin Zhuanghong cherished her Red Jade Swan Sword. Whoever could obtain the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword would share a pair of lovers’ swords with her—a man’s ultimate dream.
Even Nangong Yifan’s eyes burned with intense longing.
“When is the soonest the Divine Armament Tomb can reopen?” Nangong Yifan asked Lord Shoujian, his intent clear: he was eager to re-enter and claim the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword.
“That’s hard to say. The soonest could be three years; the latest, ten or even decades,” Lord Shoujian replied.
At this, Nangong Yifan’s hopeful gaze dimmed.
The Divine Armament Tomb opened unpredictably and closed quickly. Unless one waited indefinitely, catching the next opening was nearly impossible.
With such an uncertain timeline, even if he wanted to wait, his backing forces wouldn’t allow it.
Reluctantly, he abandoned the idea of the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword.
“Brother Chu Feng, let’s see what kind of weapon your blade is,” Kong Tianhui said to Chu Feng.
Though he spoke loudly, no one glanced at Chu Feng.
They didn’t care about the black broadsword in his hand or its quality; their attention was wholly captivated by Yin Zhuanghong’s Red Jade Swan Sword.
“Alright, let’s take a look.”
As Chu Feng spoke, he shook his arm, sending a powerful tremor through the blade. The black coating began to crack and peel away.
Suddenly, a strange force emanated from the blade in Chu Feng’s hand.
*Buzz—*
At the same time, Yin Zhuanghong’s Red Jade Swan Sword lifted, pointing toward Chu Feng.
Then, despite Yin Zhuanghong’s tight grip, the Red Jade Swan Sword moved toward Chu Feng, pulling her along.
Soon, the Red Jade Swan Sword collided with Chu Feng’s blade, dragging Yin Zhuanghong right in front of him.
“Shameless cur, what are you doing?” the All-Heaven Star Domain youths roared, assuming Chu Feng had used some trick to pull Yin Zhuanghong over.
“It’s that blade!” Lord Shoujian exclaimed.
“It really is the blade.”
At Lord Shoujian’s words, people noticed Chu Feng hadn’t used any techniques. Instead, his blade was emitting a suction force.
This force was peculiar, affecting neither the surroundings nor others, but exerting a strong pull on Yin Zhuanghong’s Red Jade Swan Sword.
So strong, even Yin Zhuanghong couldn’t resist.
“What’s going on?” Chu Feng, like the others, stared at the blade and sword, his eyes filled with confusion.
*Clatter—*
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s blade shone brilliantly, and the remaining black coating fell away completely.
As the light faded, the crowd was stunned to see that Chu Feng’s weapon wasn’t a blade but a sword.
This sword was nearly identical to Yin Zhuanghong’s Red Jade Swan Sword.
The only difference was its color: blue.
“Holy—could that be the legendary Blue Jade Mandarin Sword?”
Someone gasped in shock!
