102: Chapter 102 Duanmu Yang succeeded?!

However, just as Zheng Chen and Chen Zhiwen were talking, a strange noise suddenly came from the square.

The originally quiet atmosphere was instantly broken, and everyone's attention was drawn over.

Duanmu Yang was seen standing in the center of the square, his palm resting steadily on the sword casket; dozens of breaths of time had already passed.

Seeing that he too was about to fail, Duanmu Yang couldn't help but feel a bit dejected and was preparing to withdraw his arm.

Just then, something unexpected happened—the sword casket suddenly trembled without warning, as if something inside were struggling.

Duanmu Yang looked at this scene in shock, and before he could react, the sword casket actually burst open!

In an instant, a sharp Green Glow shot out from the sword casket like a bolt of lightning, its speed so fast it left people gasping in shock.

The Green Glow was like a green flood dragon, tracing a graceful arc in the air before flying straight into the sky above the square.

The moment the Green Glow reached the sky above the square, it suddenly erupted into a dazzling light, as eye-catching as the sun.

This light spread out in all directions like ripples, and everywhere it passed, everything was coated in a layer of green radiance.

What was even more shocking was that the moment this light appeared, the hundreds of thousands of swords on the walls of Ten Thousand Swords City, as well as all the swords of the Sword Cultivators in the city, began to shake violently as if pulled by an invisible force.

These swords seemed to have lost control, wanting to break free from their restraints and fly into the high sky.

Throughout Ten Thousand Swords City, the soul-stirring sound of sword cries resonated everywhere.

The sound was like thunder from the Nine Heavens, deafening and almost shattering one's eardrums.

In the midst of this chaos, the four powerhouses of the Great Yu Dynasty, including Yuan Hua, all showed expressions of shock; they stared fixedly at the Green Glow high in the sky as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Not only them, but some powerful Sword Cultivators in the city also sensed something; their expressions became exceptionally solemn as they watched Duanmu Yang with utter shock, as if they had discovered some startling secret about him.

“He... he actually succeeded!” Xu Tianqi was stunned for a moment before murmuring in disbelief.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Tianqi immediately snapped out of it, and the killing intent in his eyes as he looked at Duanmu Yang became even more intense!

“He succeeded, huh? That's somewhat interesting.” Chen Zhiwen smiled faintly.

Zheng Chen, beside him, was also momentarily stunned before a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

In the middle of the wide square, Duanmu Yang stood there, gazing at what was happening before him, his whole being somewhat dazed.

He seemed completely captivated by the sight before him, so much so that he hadn't yet had time to react.

Just then, the Green Glow that had been circling above the square suddenly dove vertically down at an incredible speed, as fast as a lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, the Green Glow flew into Duanmu Yang's hand like a shooting star.

When the Green Glow landed in Duanmu Yang's palm, he immediately felt a cool sensation, as if a clear spring were flowing through his hand.

He instinctively looked down and saw the dazzling light gradually fading, revealing an exquisite green treasure sword about three feet three inches long before his eyes.

The sword's body was slender with smooth, natural lines, as if carved from a single piece of green jade. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, faintly emitting a cold light that inspired awe.

Duanmu Yang gently lifted the “green peck” in his hand and swung it casually a few times; the cicada-wing-thin blade sliced through the air, producing crisp whistling sounds as if demonstrating its sharpness and lightness to the world.

The “green peck” seemed to lose all weight in Duanmu Yang's hand; he felt almost no burden at all.

Moreover, a strange feeling welled up in Duanmu Yang's heart, as if there were some predestined connection between him and this “green peck.”

Duanmu Yang carefully examined every detail of the sword, admiring its exquisite craftsmanship and unique design, the satisfaction in his eyes growing ever deeper.

“I really didn't expect that before my death, I would be lucky enough to obtain such a peerless treasure!” Duanmu Yang murmured softly with a mocking smile. His voice betrayed a sense of disbelief, as if it were all just a fleeting dream.

Duanmu Yang slowly took a brand-new scabbard from his Storage Ring; the scabbard shimmered with a faint light, clearly an extraordinary treasure itself.

He carefully inserted the “green peck” into the scabbard, and with a soft “click,” the “green peck” and the scabbard fit together perfectly, as if they were always meant to be one.

Duanmu Yang took a deep breath, then unfastened the qingfeng sword from his back and solemnly placed it alongside the “green peck” on his back.

These two swords—one his companion for many years, the other a supreme treasure that had just recognized him as its master—now stood side by side, as if telling each other's stories.

The moment Duanmu Yang finished all this, the anomalies in Ten Thousand Swords City finally began to dissipate.

The violently shaking ground returned to calm, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and sunlight once again spilled into every corner of the city.

However, the Sword Cultivators in the city did not calm down just because the anomalies had vanished. Their gazes were drawn like magnets, all focused on Duanmu Yang.

Some were full of shock, clearly finding it hard to believe that Duanmu Yang could obtain such a treasure; some showed looks of envy, secretly regretting why such an Opportunity hadn't fallen upon them; and still others had eyes full of greed, seemingly plotting how to snatch the treasure from Duanmu Yang's hands.

The three powerhouses from the Great Yu Dynasty walked up to Duanmu Yang with smiles and said, “Congratulations, young friend, on obtaining the supreme treasure!”

Facing these three Seniors who showed no ill intent, Duanmu Yang bowed and cupped his fists in a humble salute.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Duanmu Yang, the three powerhouses turned and returned to Yuan Hua's side.

Among them, the powerhouse dressed in luxurious clothing was a Prince of the Great Yu Dynasty named Zheng Zongyun.

The more he looked at Duanmu Yang, the more satisfied he became, feeling that the boy's character suited his own temperament perfectly.

Zheng Zongyun glanced in Xu Tianqi's direction, then frowned slightly and said to Yuan Hua, “Yuan Hua, since the ‘green peck’ has found its master, we should also return to report.”

Although Zheng Zongyun intended to help Duanmu Yang through this calamity, the Great Yu Dynasty had strict orders that those of the imperial court could not interfere in the grievances between Cultivators of any faction within the Imperial Dynasty.

Thus, all Zheng Zongyun could do was urge Yuan Hua to leave quickly; otherwise, he worried Yuan Hua would secretly trip Duanmu Yang up.

Yuan Hua smiled faintly upon hearing this. “Brother Zongyun, why be in such a hurry to leave?”

“It wouldn't hurt to leave after watching the show that's about to unfold.”

Seeing that Yuan Hua was unwilling to leave, Zheng Zongyun turned his gaze toward the other two powerhouses traveling with them.

Those two powerhouses directly avoided Zheng Zongyun's gaze, clearly unwilling to offend Yuan Hua or Zheng Zongyun.

Seeing this, Zheng Zongyun could only let out a helpless cold snort and walked to the side to watch the situation unfold.