Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1242 - 1167: The Choice

He was indeed tempted by the sword, but since it was his disciple’s opportunity, he couldn’t just keep it for himself. If he had known earlier that the sword could actually fly, he definitely would have kept it.

"Return it? Call it and see if it responds?"

Ye Qingfeng sneered.

Yue Lingfeng was taken aback; he hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng to be so direct. It was clear he had no intention of returning it.

"Ye Qingfeng, do you think you’re being too much? This is the property of our Xuanyu Sect. We kindly lent it to you, and now shouldn’t you return it? There are so many Jiangdong Martial Artists here. Do you intend to just steal it?"

Yue Lingfeng said angrily. His words were clever, aligning himself with the Jiangdong Martial Artists, instantly turning the situation into a conflict between Ye Qingfeng and the Jiangdong Martial Artists.

Everyone knew that Ye Qingfeng had taken the sword directly. When he shouted "Sword, come," the sword flew directly into Ye Qingfeng’s hand; it wasn’t lent to him by Wang Jinlun at all.

However, they also believed that Ye Qingfeng should indeed return the sword, as it’s such a valuable thing and was Wang Jinlun’s great opportunity. It couldn’t just be snatched away because Ye Qingfeng was powerful; it would be too disrespectful to the Jiangdong Martial Artists.

"Fine, I’m taking it. What will you do about it? If you want to fight, just bring it on." Ye Qingfeng said directly. He obviously understood the hidden meaning in Yue Lingfeng’s words, but he didn’t care at all.

Yue Lingfeng’s face changed instantly. He hadn’t expected Ye Qingfeng to be so arrogant, paying him no heed. There were several elders from the Time Pavilion here, and with Yue Lingfeng himself, even if Ye Qingfeng was powerful, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Yue Lingfeng’s expression was cold, the anger in his eyes flickered. At this moment, Wang Jinlun stepped forward and said, "Master, since Brother Ye and this sword are so destined, and the sword only shines brightly in Brother Ye’s hands, why not gift it to Brother Ye? Besides, I already have the Soul Absorption Sword given to me by the Sect Competition, so I’m not in dire need of this sword."

Even though Wang Jinlun felt a bit unwilling, he still spoke candidly.

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the sword in Wang Jinlun’s hand. This was the treasure sword awarded to the champion of the Sect Competition? It was truly rubbish compared to his flying sword. However, among these ordinary martial artists, it would probably be considered a treasure sword.

Ye Qingfeng could see that, and so could the other martial artists. The Soul Absorption Sword couldn’t compare to the divine artifact in Ye Qingfeng’s hand. Many secretly admired Wang Jinlun for his integrity and generosity, being able to give up such a divine artifact at this moment.

"Absolutely not. How can we, the Xuanyu Sect, allow our treasure to be taken by others? It would bring disgrace to our Xuanyu Sect!" Yue Lingfeng said angrily, cursing Wang Jinlun in his heart.

He had already instructed Wang Jinlun to ensure the return of this peerless sword. He hadn’t expected Wang Jinlun to voluntarily offer it to Ye Qingfeng, which made him furious.

He wasn’t intending to return it to Wang Jinlun; he wanted to use it himself and would never give it up.

Scolded by Yue Lingfeng, Wang Jinlun didn’t dare to say more. Although he was the number one genius of Jiangdong, Yue Lingfeng was his master, and he was someone who respected his teacher.

"Your Xuanyu Sect is nothing but a fart!" Ye Qingfeng said coldly. It was laughable how a small sect in the secular world took itself so seriously.

"Ye Qingfeng, don’t be excessive. Since the flying sword is a treasure of the Xuanyu Sect, you should return it to them. Otherwise, our Time Pavilion will not let this go!"

The grey-robed elder said coldly.

If it weren’t for Ye Qingfeng killing two Japanese swordsmen, he might have stood by Ye Qingfeng, given his extraordinary talent.

Despite his violent nature, with gradual guidance and honing, he could still change.

But seeing Ye Qingfeng disregard the country’s safety, the grey-robed elder was utterly disappointed in him. So he chose to support Yue Lingfeng to weaken Ye Qingfeng’s strength.

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes turned cold instantly, a murderous intent appearing. He no longer wished to waste words and was preparing to kill Yue Lingfeng directly.

He could outright declare the flying sword was his, but Ye Qingfeng disdained explaining to them. They weren’t qualified.

Even if Ye Qingfeng explained, it would be useless; they wouldn’t believe it, especially Yue Lingfeng, whom Ye Qingfeng saw was eager for the flying sword.

He would certainly cling on and insist that Wang Jinlun picked up the flying sword, making the dispute too troublesome. It would be simpler to just kill Yue Lingfeng.

As Ye Qingfeng was about to make a move, Lin Yanran suddenly stepped forward. Under the watchful eyes of several Peak War Generals, she said loudly, "Since Brother Jinlun is willing to give the flying sword to someone else, why do you keep insisting? Brother Jinlun is the owner of this sword, and he can give it to whomever he likes!"

"Lin Yanran? It’s not your place to speak here, step back!" Yue Lingfeng was immediately furious. Determined to obtain the flying sword, how could he let this little girl interfere?

Lin Yanran’s master’s face showed a hint of worry; she hadn’t expected Lin Yanran to rashly stand up for Ye Qingfeng.

Although their Qingxin Pavilion was not a small sect, the people here were like giants in Jiangdong, well beyond their ability to confront. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I didn’t say anything wrong. Even though my status is low, I still have the right to speak. This sword was originally found by Brother Jinlun, and he has the right to decide its fate!"

Lin Yanran stood her ground, reasoning unwaveringly.

She had previously discussed with Wang Jinlun, who had said he did not wish to pursue the sword anymore. Ye Qingfeng’s strength was overwhelming, and only he could truly command the sword.

Hearing Lin Yanran’s words, many martial artists nodded. Since the sword belonged to Wang Jinlun, he indeed had the most authority to determine its ownership.

"Very well, Wang Jinlun, come forward and tell us how you plan to handle this sword!" the grey-robed elder said coldly, with a scoff.

He was the ruler of the Time Pavilion, the leader of Jiangdong, and naturally cared about his reputation. In front of so many, he couldn’t just bicker with a junior like Lin Yanran.

He couldn’t be unreasonable and arrogant like Ye Qingfeng.

Wang Jinlun’s face showed a mix of emotions. He hadn’t expected the issue to land in his lap. He had indeed thought about giving the sword to Ye Qingfeng before, but now it was difficult.

Giving the sword to Ye Qingfeng would completely offend his master and Mr. Liu. He glanced at his master, who was staring back at him angrily.