Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1530 - 1527: What Is Shamelessness

Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, then into their mouths. The two middle-aged men did not even wipe it off, unable to taste sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy. Their minds were completely overwhelmed.

That astonishing sword stroke — just a little closer, and they would have already been corpses on the ground, and died in a very gruesome manner.

After a while, the two regained their senses and sighed, "We brothers lost so thoroughly, we have no face to stay here. Today’s Sword Appreciation Gathering is no longer our affair."

The two bent down to pick up the broken weapon from the ground, then stepped off the stage, walking out of the crowd, towards the outside of the valley, their backs appearing very desolated. No one laughed at them because everyone else knew what they had just experienced—a brush with death.

"Who still doubts the Hua Ying Sword now?" Xiao Manxue sheathed her sword and stood, coldly gazing at the ancient martial artists below.

The crowd exchanged glances, then concealed their awkward expressions, and laughed, "Now, naturally, there is no doubt about its authenticity, but it was too fast just now, we didn’t get to truly see the Hua Ying Sword. Moreover, the twins’ weapons were very ordinary; cutting them doesn’t prove anything."

These people said they didn’t doubt its authenticity, but in reality, they still didn’t believe. They insisted on finding a way to see Xiao Manxue reveal the sword.

Xiao Manxue, looking at those who doubted, smiled faintly, "Since some think their weapons are ordinary, then among all of you, who will bring their own weapon to test the sharpness of the Hua Ying Sword?"

On hearing they had to use their weapons for the test, no one dared to look at Xiao Manxue. They weren’t foolish; using their weapon to test the sword meant there was a high chance their weapon would end up in two halves like that unusual weapon earlier—who would risk their cherished weapon?

Xiao Manxue then looked at the ancient martial families, who were now silent. They wouldn’t use their family’s heirloom for a contest. If it got destroyed, who would they cry to? Even if it was on the same level as the Hua Ying Sword, there’s always a chance.

With the ancient martial families not speaking up, it seemed like the Sword Appreciation Gathering would end this way. Lin Tian found it very amusing; this group wanted to target the Hua Ying Sword, yet now, Xiao Manxue seemed to have effortlessly subdued them. A group of people intimidated by a woman’s aura.

Lin Tian surreptitiously gave Xiao Manxue a thumbs-up, which Xiao Manxue happened to catch sight of. The aura she had painstakingly gathered nearly dissipated because of Lin Tian.

She lightly bit her rosy, sensuous lips, turned away, not looking at Lin Tian, as she was afraid she couldn’t hold back and would lose all her aura, secretly cursing "bastard" in her heart.

"Since none of you can bear parting with your weapons nor speak, I suggest today’s Sword Appreciation Gathering end here. Later, if interested, you can come to Qingshuang Pavilion to find me, and we can spar," Xiao Manxue cupped her hand, preparing to neatly end the gathering and truly turned to leave the platform.

This left the ancient martial families dumbfounded. The gathering was about to end in less than an hour—how would they achieve their purpose?

Mr. Ji, who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up, reached out to stop her, "Little Xiao, why rush to go down? If everyone wishes, would you listen to the old man speak?"

"Certainly willing..."

"Mr. Ji, please go ahead..."

Other families were happy to have someone take the lead; now that the Ji family was willing to step forward, they naturally wouldn’t object.

Xiao Manxue stopped, looked at the Ji family, and Mr. Ji spoke leisurely, "I’d like to ask Little Xiao a question? How did the Hua Ying Sword come to be in your possession? Could you detail the process for us?"

"The process?" Xiao Manxue slightly frowned, then glanced in Lin Tian’s direction, hesitated, and said, "I can’t answer that question; I promised someone not to casually mention the Hua Ying Sword."

She knew Lin Tian’s personality; he didn’t like being in the limelight. If she talked about what happened in England, it might involve Lin Tian, so she didn’t want to explain anything in this setting.

From Yuwen Family’s spot, Yuwen Luofei’s expression was somewhat unnatural, Li Wenfeng’s eyes flickered with an inscrutable smile on his lips. Both knew how the Hua Ying Sword was acquired because they were present at the time.

Yuwen Luofei didn’t expose it out of respect for Xiao Manxue’s decision, while Li Wenfeng had his own plans.

Seeing Xiao Manxue refused to answer, Mr. Ji smiled obscurely, then still slowly spoke, "Since Little Xiao doesn’t want to reveal the origin of the Hua Ying Sword, then it can be considered as an item of unknown origin, would you agree with me on that?"

"An item of unknown origin?" Xiao Manxue slightly squinted her eyes, seemingly guessing what he was going to say, "I am now the new owner of the Hua Ying Sword, that is its origin. I don’t need to explain where it came from!"

Mr. Ji waved his hand and said, "No, no, Little Xiao might have forgotten an unwritten rule in the Ancient Martial World; for an item of unknown origin, it cannot have an owner to avoid causing disputes, conflicts, and even causing the Ancient Martial World to run with blood."

"Qingshuang Pavilion’s Zi Dian Qingshuang is inherited from the founding ancestors, Wang Family’s Lifeless Sword is passed down from ancestor Wang Xu, Situ Family’s Qixue Sword was crafted by a swordsmith invited by their ancestor, and Ji Family’s Sky Soaring Sword is known to be handed down from Emperor Zhuanxu."

At this moment, Mr. Ji conveniently left out mentioning the Ling Family or rather glanced at Ling Zishan without mentioning their family’s heirloom.

Mr. Ji listed the heirlooms of several ancient martial families and continued, "Regardless of which family’s heirloom, their origins are clear and well-known. Now, do you understand my words?"

Damn it, Lin Tian’s eyes turned cold, feeling like cursing. This old man said so much, merely to express one point: The Hua Ying Sword is of unknown origin, and Xiao Manxue can’t own it!

What ridiculous rule; before coming to the Ancient Martial World, Lin Tian heard from Wang Wanxi that the rules here were numerous and bizarre. Seeing it today, it’s more than bizarre; it’s downright tyrannical.

Of course, Lin Tian understood one principle: because Xiao Manxue was only in Postnatal Perfection and not strong enough. If she were Innate or even Mid Innate, would the Ji family dare say this?

If the Hua Ying Sword were owned by Master Tang or Ling Zishan, would this Mr. Ji dare to say this? What are rules? Rules are games set by the strong.

This principle is equally valid in the secular world. Those so-called rules and regulations are meant to govern ordinary employees and people; can it govern leadership?

Xiao Manxue also fully understood Mr. Ji’s words, which were essentially a veiled forceful seizure. In the business world, she had seen this often. Back when the Xiao Family owned so many top-quality jadeites and healing medicine recipes, weren’t the people in commerce wanting to possess them? How much like now the circumstances were then.

Human nature is the same everywhere.