The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 317 - 275. Borrowing the Sword! The Grand Ancestor Emperor’s Divine Weapon Appears in the World (6000 words)_3

"You're not worthy enough for me to bring out my benevolent gaze."

"Is that so? So just because you haven't seen, you're certain that I am a treacherous official?"

Zhao Douan expressed his astonishment, "I heard that you indiscriminately attack people, intending to convert the wicked. It seems that your so-called conversion is merely killing at will. It's really rare that the Buddhist community tolerates you."

"You..." Tianhai choked, suddenly taking a dumb loss, and the youth angrily said:

"I judge people myself, I don't need your teachings!"

Then, he irritably said:

"Stop the nonsense, draw your weapon, let's finish this."

Zhao Douan stared at the stick in his hand, shook his head, and said:

"The only weapon I'm proficient with is a flying knife, it's suited for use in the Mortal Realm. Thinking it wasn't appropriate for the arena and couldn't compare to your treasure, I decided not to bring disgrace by presenting it."

Tianhai paused, his eyebrows forming a "川" character, and he sneered:

"Then go borrow a weapon, so there will be no excuse when I knock you down, and no one can claim Divine Dragon Temple bullied anyone."

Zhao Douan asked, "Can any weapon be used?"

Tianhai frowned, feeling that this person was incredibly annoying:

"As long as you can wield it, anything works!"

"Alright, then please give me a moment, little monk."

Zhao Douan smiled:

"Arriving in haste, allow me a moment to borrow a weapon for battle."

The young monk stood proudly, having just won a Buddhist Tao duel, his aura was soaring, definitely not putting a mere court lackey in his eyes.

Arms crossed, he stood nonchalantly, a brass rod of no ordinary origins beside him, his gaze disdainful, with an expression that said "whatever you like."

However, what followed was that Zhao Douan did not leave the arena or speak to anyone to borrow a weapon.

He simply suddenly closed his eyes.

In his mind, a scene from a few nights ago, just before he stepped into the Divine Chapter Realm, emerged.

...

In the Martial God Map.

Once again, the Grand Ancestor Emperor came down from the "Green Mountain" next to Martial Emperor City, his body drenched in blood.

Zhao Douan carried him back to the inn in town, threw him into a bath, washed off the blood, and poured in new hot water, along with a medicinal bag for healing.

Amid the strong scent of medicine, Zhao Douan pushed open the window of the inn; outside was the towering mountain peak piercing the clouds.

The setting sun slowly dipped below the ground, from this angle, one could vaguely see the backside of the mountain, revealing a corner of the sea.

It sparkled like broken gold.

"Old Xu,"

Zhao Douan sat on a round stool in front of the window, hands propping up his cheeks, looking out at the scenery, letting the wind lift his messy hair:

"Now I think I understand why you climb up the mountain again and again, but... it's just, couldn't you bring a weapon or something?

We're going there to challenge, not to get beaten up. The heart of a Martial Artist should not be set on getting beaten, right...

Look at other warriors, they're all carrying swords up the mountain, but you... foolishly using bare hands, who else gets beaten if not you, isn't that foolish?"

Behind him, in the bathtub.

The burly man soaked in the medicinal bath rested his head against the tub, his eyes not opened.

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His dense beard moved, his voice hoarsely said:

"I have a weapon."

"Where? I haven't seen it." Zhao Douan turned his head, curiously inspecting him.

Old Xu opened his eyes and gestured towards their luggage.

Zhao Douan swiftly rose, picking up the big bag that had never left Old Xu's side since the desert.

"Open it." Old Xu said.

Zhao Douan untied the bag, and indeed pulled a weapon from inside.

Slim and long, wrapped in worn cloth, he quickly unwrapped it, and was stunned.

The room suddenly brightened for a moment.

Inside the bag, there truly was a sword.

A sword with a long hilt, the blade densely decorated with dark red patterns, forged from an unknown metal, the edges extremely sharp.

There was no scabbard, just a lone sword.

A gust of wind passed, a strand of Zhao Douan's hair fell down, lightly landing on the blade, and instantly split into two.

Old Xu reached out, holding the sword in Zhao Douan's hands, which suddenly trembled slightly, then spun on its own, landing in the rough palm of the Grand Ancestor who was sitting in the bathtub.

Zhao Douan paused because just then, he vaguely saw the Dragon Essence in Old Xu's Qi Sea, dimly visible through the skin.

Somewhat similar to the Dragon Essence within him...

Yes, the so-called Dragon Essence was indeed the condensation of the Grand Ancestor Emperor's internal strength.

It was also said in the memoir that after the Grand Ancestor of Great Yu had measured the earth with his feet and traversed mountains and seas, he then refined a breath of Xuanhuang Qi.

Without reason, he had an epiphany.

"Why do you have a sword and not use it?" Zhao Douan couldn't help asking.

Old Xu raised his head, casting a glance at him.

In that moment, the Grand Ancestor in the drawing seemed as vivid as a living person, the slightly stiff face showing a humanized expression, as if, at that moment, he became alive.

"Because at this moment, I do not yet possess this sword."

Old Xu casually, threw the treasure sword back to Zhao Douan, under his thick beard, his lips appeared to smile:

"I give it to you."

Zhao Douan froze, almost compelled, he asked, "What is it called?"

"The sword is named, Taia."

...

...

Outside.

While Zhao Douan sank into his memories, subtly stirring the slumbering Dragon Essence at the core of his Qi Sea.

In a corner of the Imperial Palace, within the innermost part of the grand Grand Temple.

The hall that enshrined the spirit tablets of past emperors of the Great Yu Dynasty.

A dark and heavy sword box suddenly began to tremble.

"Clatter..."

Subsequently, the massive desk filled with spirit tablets also began to shake, candelabras swayed, and curtains fluttered.

One by one, the spirit tablets tumbled down.

"Bang!"

The dark sword box abruptly opened, revealing a wooden case inside lined with bright yellow silk, where the Taia Sword of the Xu Imperial Family, a Divine Weapon for anchoring the clan, seemed to respond to an unseen summons.