157: Master the Aria of the Goddess of Light, Threat, Dragon

“Brother Qiu, name your request,” Long Xingyu said, not elaborating, but looking at Qiu Yonghao and asking.

This was a necessity.

“I hope that when your son, Long Haochen, returns, he can first let me borrow the Aria of the Goddess of Light for a few minutes; I will return it quickly.”

“And in the future, once his strength reaches the seventh rank, and he can fully activate Commander Ye’s sword intent within the Aria of the Goddess of Light, he will leave it within the Warrior Temple. This would give the Warrior Temple some hope.”

Qiu Yonghao explained.

He actually wanted to directly exchange the Warrior Temple’s epic-grade equipment for it with Long Haochen.

But he knew Long Xingyu would never agree to such a thing.

Not to mention that the Knight Temple was far wealthier than the Warrior Temple, the value of the Aria of the Goddess of Light alone was beyond what a single epic treasure could compare to.

Moreover, at present, only Long Haochen in this world could rouse the Aria of the Goddess of Light. If it wasn’t in his hands, this Divine Sword would likely fall into dormancy very quickly.

Since that was the case, it might as well be given to him.

Therefore, Qiu Yonghao discarded those originally excessive demands, choosing instead to settle for a simpler, more easily met request.

“If it’s just this kind of request, then of course Brother Qiu will be satisfied. We’ll just wait for Hao Chen to return,” Long Xingyu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Qiu Yonghao was delighted.

With Long Xingyu’s promise,

It was better than anything else.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yonghao also looked straightforwardly towards Long Haochen’s position.

Waiting for his return.

Meanwhile, in the auction hall,

Long Haochen had firmly grasped the Aria of the Goddess of Light, his eyes flashing with ecstasy. It wasn't that he hadn't seen better swords.

In fact, he had previously held his father Long Xingyu’s great artifact-level God Seal Sword of Doom and Slaughter.

That sword gave Long Haochen an overwhelming sense of terror and was definitely superior to the Aria of the Goddess of Light before him.

But!

For Long Haochen, if he had to choose, he would definitely pick the Aria of the Goddess of Light before him. The perfectly peaceful and absolute aura of light within it captivated Long Haochen.

Thus, he acted as he did.

Immediately, he turned and bowed to Ye Weiyang, saying, “Thank you, Miss Ye. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to gain this Divine Sword’s recognition.”

“This is all a testament to your own abilities,” Ye Weiyang said softly, then asked, “However, could you now tell me your name and identity? At the very least, I need to know who has obtained my Grand Ancestor’s sword.”

Long Haochen pondered for a moment, then activated his spiritual energy to transmit his voice directly to Ye Weiyang, saying, “My name is Long Haochen, commander of the first regiment of Yulong Pass. My father is Long Xingyu, the Knight of Divine Seal of Judgment and Inquisition of the Knight Temple.”

“Hall Master Xingyu’s son?” At this moment, Ye Weiyang, who had just been confused about everything, now understood a little.

If he was Long Xingyu’s son,

Then it made sense.

After all, although that person had failed his challenge in the past, his feats in the last three years were extraordinary. It was perfectly normal for his son to possess such ability.

“Please be careful,” Ye Weiyang instinctively said. She knew the Long family’s ancestral teachings, where parents would not protect their descendants in such situations.

So she assumed Long Haochen had come alone.

Although no one in Holy City dared to snatch anything from Long Xingyu, that was due to Long Xingyu’s absolute strength. If he weren’t by his side, those greedy individuals might directly make a move.

“Thank you for the reminder,” Long Haochen nodded and smiled.

Then he turned and left.

Planning to return to his private room.

On the way, several seventh and eighth-rank powerhouses approached him directly, looking at Long Haochen and calling out to him, one after another.

“Little brother, looking at your cultivation, you must be preparing to join a Demon Hunt Squad, right?”

“Little brother, you can’t wield that sword in your hand right now. Let me. I’m an eighth-rank, and I can wield it.”

“Little brother, come be my disciple. I am an eighth-rank peak Holy Knight, and I can teach you many things. These next few months of special training will guarantee you a chance at the top sixteen! As long as you give me this sword!”

Numerous powerhouses looked at Long Haochen, speaking one after another, their words even laced with layers of temptation.

Clearly, they very much wanted to obtain the Aria of the Goddess of Light in Ye Ling’s hand.

But Long Haochen wasn’t swayed by them.

As the Child of Light, no one understood the value of the Aria of the Goddess of Light in his hand better than him, not to mention that this item was one of the tasks given by Long Xingyu.

Moreover, he could tell that these individuals before him had ill intentions and clearly weren't planning anything good.

“Seniors, I apologize, but I promised Miss Ye that I would protect this sword well. Seniors, please return,” Long Haochen bowed slightly, refusing them.

Although these people before him had ill intentions, as the Child of Light, he still maintained basic courtesy.

However, these individuals did not accept his refusal.

“Kid, do you know what kind of sword this is?”

“An innocent man is guilty only for possessing a treasure. Although the Holy City’s Public Security is good, you’ll be going on missions soon. Who knows when you might fall in a battle against the demon race.”

An eighth-rank Warrior threatened him.

A chilling aura emerged.

If it were other fifth-rank cultivators, they would probably be trembling by now, but Long Haochen usually faced powerhouses like Xiao Huo and Long Xingyu. How could he possibly fear this guy before him?

Suddenly, his Light Spiritual Energy surged forth.

Directly blocking it.

But now, he was somewhat displeased.

“That’s no bother for Senior to worry about. Senior should instead consider whether you can secure a place within the Warrior Temple after the upcoming Temple Competition,” Long Haochen said calmly, though the underlying tension was quite evident.

Hearing this, the Warrior roared in anger, “Kid, you’re quite something, but despising a powerhouse, no matter how terrifying a genius you are, you’ll have to pay the price for this!”

Immediately, he directly intended to attack.

Suddenly, terrifying pressure erupted in layers, surging towards Long Haochen.

But…

The moment he intended to make a move, an even more terrifying pressure erupted from in front of Long Haochen, instantly sweeping over that guy. Even just a layer of pressure directly caused all those nearby to fall over head over heels.

At this moment,

Everyone was horrified.

Looking within,

They could see a handsome middle-aged man standing beside Long Haochen.

Looking at the numerous beings before him.

Especially that eighth-rank Knight.

“Who gave you the courage to lay a hand on my son?” (End of chapter)