“Snap!”
Heavenly Venerable Ziyang casually tossed a small black object in front of Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu looked down and saw it was a cloth bag.
The bag was only palm-sized, worn and tattered, with spots that looked like oil stains.
Ye Qiu’s face showed disdain, and he didn’t reach to pick it up.
“What, you don’t like it?”
Ziyang said, “Don’t underestimate it. This is one of Kunlun Mountain’s treasured relics.”
A treasured relic?
This?
Ye Qiu was deeply skeptical, wondering if the old man thought him naive and was trying to fool him.
“Qiu’er, quickly thank Master,” Ye Wushuang urged.
Ye Qiu glanced at Ye Wushuang, who kept winking at him, making him even more puzzled.
He picked up the bag, turning it over and inspecting it for a long time, but couldn’t see anything extraordinary about it.
“Master Ancestor, what does this do?” Ye Qiu asked.
Ziyang replied, “This is the Qiankun Bag, a treasure left by Kunlun Mountain’s ancient masters, just like the Heaven-Avoiding Pill.”
“Though small, it can hold all things.”
“Here, let me show you.”
Ziyang extended his hand, and the Qiankun Bag returned to his palm. He pointed it at the Emperor Sword and softly said, “Collect!”
Whoosh, comma the Emperor Sword was instantly sucked into the bag.
Most crucially, the bag didn’t grow larger; it remained palm-sized.
Everyone was astonished.
“How miraculous!”
“Who’d have thought a small cloth bag could have such a wondrous use?”
“Truly a fine treasure!”
At that moment, Master Longbrow finished circulating his energy. Having consumed the pill, he had cultivated nine strands of true qi. Opening his eyes just in time to witness this, he exclaimed in shock, “A magical artifact?”
“Fool, it’s a magical treasure!” Ziyang scolded, then shook his hand, and the Emperor Sword flew out of the bag, completely intact.
Ye Qiu’s eyes gleamed. “This treasure is really something.”
“It’s yours,” Ziyang said, tossing the Qiankun Bag to Ye Qiu. “It’s a storage treasure. Put whatever you want in it, and no matter how much you store, its weight and size won’t change.”
“Master Ancestor, how much can it hold?” Ye Qiu asked curiously.
“How much it holds depends on its master’s cultivation level,” Ziyang explained. “The higher your cultivation, the more it can contain. I don’t know the exact limit.”
As he spoke, Ziyang flicked his finger, and a wisp of energy cut Ye Qiu’s middle finger, causing blood to drip onto the Qiankun Bag.
Instantly, the bag glowed brightly.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu felt a connection form between himself and the bag.
Ziyang said, “This is blood-binding. From now on, you can use it. Explore its abilities yourself.”
“Thank you, Master Ancestor!” Ye Qiu grinned, holding the Qiankun Bag fondly.
This was like a portable treasure chest, perfect for storing valuable items.
Ye Qiu couldn’t help but think of the treasures in the Forbidden City…
“Kid, I’ll give you one more thing. Watch closely,” Ziyang said, raising his right index finger.
Whoosh!
A sword’s hum rang out.
Ziyang’s finger radiated an unparalleled sharpness.
“This is…”
Ye Wushuang seemed to recognise something, his face showing shock as he stared intently at Ziyang’s finger.
Then, Ziyang pointed his finger at Ye Qiu’s forehead.
In that moment, Ye Qiu felt the finger transform into an incomparably sharp divine sword, unstoppable, as if it could cleave his soul.
Sweat beaded on Ye Qiu’s forehead, and he instinctively wanted to step back.
But Ziyang’s finger stopped a foot from his forehead, the sharpness suddenly retracting, becoming faint.
Clearly, Ziyang was deliberately controlling his force to avoid harming Ye Qiu.
“Don’t retreat. Look closely,” Ziyang said via a secret transmission to Ye Qiu’s ear. “Haven’t you cultivated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art to the Realm of Enlightenment? Unleash your comprehension.”
“Focus and observe carefully.”
Ye Qiu’s heart raced.
This was his secret, unknown even to Ye Wushuang.
How did Ziyang, meeting him for the first time today, know his secret?
“Don’t get distracted!” Ziyang’s voice sounded again.
Ye Qiu quickly focused, staring intently at Ziyang’s finger, not blinking.
As time passed, he grew increasingly shocked.
He saw that Ziyang’s finger, though just a finger, embodied a supreme sword intent in his vision.
This intent was domineering, carrying the momentum of a single sword extinguishing the heavens and earth.
The deeper Ye Qiu’s comprehension, the more terrifying the sword intent became.
He realised Ziyang was imparting a formidable sword technique.
He watched for a full fifteen minutes before withdrawing his gaze.
“Did you comprehend it?” Ziyang asked.
“Yes,” Ye Qiu nodded slightly.
A flash of surprise crossed Ziyang’s eyes. “Kid, I just taught you Kunlun Mountain’s treasured sword technique, the Immortal-Slaying Sword!”
“It’s said that long ago, a Kunlun ancestor used this sword to slay a true immortal.”
“Though it’s only one move, it’s a lethal technique.”
“Its power depends on deep cultivation. The higher your cultivation, the greater its destructive force.”
“Use it cautiously.”
“I understand. Thank you, Master Ancestor!” Ye Qiu knelt and respectfully kowtowed three times.
“Get up!” Ziyang helped Ye Qiu to his feet, then said to Ye Wushuang, “Cherish this time with your family. Return to Kunlun in three days.”
Ye Wushuang asked, “Master, are you preparing to…”
“Yes,” Ziyang said. “This world can no longer contain me. I must leave Kunlun.”
“Wushuang, I hope we, master and disciple, meet again soon.”
“Alright, I’m off…”
“Wait!” Ye Qiu hurriedly said. “Master Ancestor, I need your help with something.”
“Speak!”
“Wait a moment,” Ye Qiu said, rushing to the War God’s office to retrieve the Qiankun Cauldron, then presenting it to Ziyang.
“Master Ancestor, please take a look and tell me the mystery of this cauldron.”
