“The Blue Jade Mandarin Sword—could it really be that coincidental?”
People were skeptical, reluctant to believe Chu Feng could be so lucky as to obtain the legendary Blue Jade Mandarin Sword.
But looking at the sword in Chu Feng’s hand, crafted purely from jade with workmanship nearly identical to the Red Jade Swan Sword, and of exceptional quality—both swords being the pinnacle of perfection—it was hard to deny.
Most strikingly, as the two swords touched, they reacted uniquely. Their auras, sharp and domineering, intertwined perfectly, as if long-separated lovers had finally reunited. To say they weren’t a pair was nearly unthinkable.
“Could he really be that lucky?”
The more they observed, the less they could console themselves. They had to start accepting that it might indeed be the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword.
“It is indeed the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword,” Lord Shoujian suddenly declared.
With his words, whether people wanted to accept it or not, they had to. After all, no one present knew the weapons of the Divine Armament Tomb better than Lord Shoujian.
“Unbelievable, truly unbelievable. Both swords appearing at the same time,” even Lord Shoujian said, his face full of astonishment.
“Chu Feng, you’re too lucky, getting the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword,” even Kong Ci said, her words tinged with undisguised envy.
Though Divine Body Royal City had Half-Complete Exalted Weapons, ones of this quality were exceedingly rare.
And this was a weapon from the Divine Armament Tomb.
“It can’t be that coincidental. Brother Chu Feng, be honest—did you see through something? You can discern the weapons in the Divine Armament Tomb, right?” Kong Tianhui suddenly asked.
At this, Chu Feng shook his head. “How could I see through them?”
“Just luck, then.”
“He got insanely lucky.”
Hearing Chu Feng’s response, many chimed in.
But before their words settled, Chu Feng spoke again to Kong Tianhui. “Though I can’t see through them completely, I can roughly sense something. That’s why I told you to follow me, but you didn’t listen.”
At this, he glanced at Kong Ci and the others.
“No way, you’re joking, right? How’s that possible?”
Hearing this, people shook their heads, unwilling to accept it.
“Chu Feng, if you’re lucky, just say so. Stop bragging. Everyone knows no observation techniques work in the Divine Armament Tomb,” Kong Ci said, then looked to Lord Shoujian. “Lord Shoujian, I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Not entirely. It’s not that all techniques are useless, just that ordinary ones are,” Lord Shoujian replied.
“What?” Everyone’s jaws dropped, their expressions a mix of shock and complexity.
“In fact, when Chu Feng’s father, Chu Xuanyuan, came to the Divine Armament Tomb, he said he’d take the best weapon here. Many thought he was joking, but he did it. Do you think that was luck?” Lord Shoujian asked.
“Well…” The crowd didn’t know how to respond. Chu Xuanyuan was never associated with luck; he was a symbol of strength.
“It’s not just Chu Xuanyuan. Others have entered the Divine Armament Tomb and obtained fine weapons. While ordinary World Spiritist techniques and martial cultivators’ observation skills struggle to function here, certain special techniques can be effective. And young friend Chu Feng likely possesses such a technique,” Lord Shoujian said, looking at Chu Feng.
“Really?”
At this, people’s gazes toward Chu Feng shifted from disdain to newfound respect.
Of course, some still harbored doubts.
After all, their own observation techniques had failed in the tomb. Why should Chu Feng’s work?
*Clang—*
Suddenly, Yin Zhuanghong forcibly separated her Red Jade Swan Sword from Chu Feng’s Blue Jade Mandarin Sword.
Then, she took out a Qiankun Bag and tossed it to Chu Feng.
“What’s this for?”
Not only was Chu Feng puzzled, but so were the others.
“A reward for your guidance,” Yin Zhuanghong said coldly before turning to leave.
“Reward? What does that mean?” The crowd looked at Chu Feng, their eyes burning with curiosity.
They had a bad feeling.
Kong Tianhui asked directly, “Brother Chu Feng, don’t tell me you picked that sword for Miss Yin?”
Did he really choose it?
Kong Tianhui voiced what everyone wanted to ask, and in that moment, their gazes toward Chu Feng changed.
Facing their stares, Chu Feng nodded. “Mm.”
“My heavens!”
At this, the crowd lost all composure.
Picking one sword could be luck. Picking two—lovers’ swords, no less—was no mere chance.
Chu Feng undeniably possessed a technique to discern the weapons in the Divine Armament Tomb.
Now, the looks directed at Chu Feng were no longer skeptical but filled with intense jealousy.
And anger.
Deliberately choosing lovers’ swords—people seemed to grasp Chu Feng’s intentions.
Chu Feng was definitely interested in Yin Zhuanghong. He did it on purpose.
“Damn, Brother Chu Feng, why didn’t you say earlier? If you’d told me you had this skill, I’d have gone with you!” Kong Tianhui wailed, his face twisted with regret, looking ready to cry.
“I told you, but you wouldn’t come,” Chu Feng said, glancing at Kong Ci, Long Ning, and Xian Yun.
“You weren’t clear enough! If you’d been more insistent, we might’ve gone with you,” Kong Ci said firmly, as if the fault were Chu Feng’s.
“Right, Brother Chu Feng, why didn’t you persuade us? If you had, I’d have gone for sure,” Kong Tianhui echoed, his attitude mirroring his sister’s.
“Mm,” even Long Ning nodded haughtily.
Looking at the three, Chu Feng realized shamelessness was contagious.
“But Brother Chu Feng, you’re shameless too,” Kong Tianhui added.
“What? How am I shameless?” Chu Feng shot Kong Tianhui a look of disdain, his gaze saying, *You’re the shameless one. I invited you, you didn’t believe me, and now you’re blaming me?*
“You’re shameless, alright. Out of all the weapons, you didn’t pick just any—you chose the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword and Red Jade Swan Sword. And you took the Blue Jade Mandarin Sword yourself, leaving the Red Jade Swan Sword for Miss Yin. You dare say it wasn’t intentional?” Kong Tianhui grinned mischievously.
Before Chu Feng could respond, he added, “Even if you deny it, we won’t believe you. You absolutely did it on purpose.”
“It really wasn’t intentional. I don’t have that kind of skill. It was pure luck,” Chu Feng said.
“Pfft, now you’re calling it luck? When it comes to shamelessness, you take the cake, Brother Chu Feng,” Kong Tianhui teased.
“Utterly shameless. To think Senior Chu Xuanyuan’s heir is so shameless,” Kong Ci chimed in.
“How am I shameless? You two siblings are the shameless ones. I invited you, but you didn’t come with me, and now you’re blaming me?”
Chu Feng and the others were bantering, joking like friends, the atmosphere light and cheerful. But a single sentence shattered the mood.
“Name your price.”
A cold voice rang out. It was Nangong Yifan.
