104: Chapter 104 is definitely a lie.

"If this old man is not mistaken, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, that sword of yours must be the imperial-rank profound artifact from the eighth floor, right?"

After glancing at the profound artifact in Third Saint Son Zhao Long's hand, Sword God Li Chungang searched through his memories before speaking.

"The white jade tokens of the Cangbing Pavilion's eighth floor are not easily given out. I imagine Old Monster Wang must have exhausted all his favors to obtain that white jade token just to let you enter the eighth floor. Tsk, tsk, tsk... It is truly interesting that someone as stingy as him would be so generous for once."

"However, in a moment, if your imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword breaks, don't go looking for trouble with Ye Xuan later."

"Hmph, Sword God Li Chungang, you certainly have a sharp eye. Rest assured, if this Blazing Sun Sword truly breaks, this disciple will certainly not trouble Junior Brother Ye. After all, we have a wager in place."

Third Saint Son Zhao Long could hardly wait. He cast a mocking glance at Ye Xuan: "Junior Brother Ye, wouldn't you agree?"

Be severed by that broken blade? Don't joke around. Judging by the aura it emits, at most it's just an ordinary king-rank spiritual treasure. How could it possibly compare to his imperial-rank heavy sword?

"I'm actually afraid that Junior Brother Ye will go crying to Master Shen Xi after his chosen precious blade gets severed by my imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword."

Who doesn't know of Master Shen Xi's fame? Not only is her strength formidable, but she also possesses a beauty that is legendary across the continent. How wonderful it would be if one could be her disciple! Thinking of this, Third Saint Son Zhao Long felt no small amount of resentment toward that Pretty Boy, Ye Xuan.

"Since Senior Brother Zhao is so confident, let's put it to the test." Ye Xuan couldn't be bothered with idle talk and looked directly at Sword God Li Chungang: "Sword God Li Chungang is here and is the most impartial. How about we hand our respective profound artifacts over to Sword God Li Chungang to test them?"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long was worried that Ye Xuan might be playing tricks, but suddenly thinking of someone, he handed the imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword in his hand to Lin Qingxue: "I naturally trust Sword God Li Chungang, but I trust the person by my side even more."

"Heh, lacking such courage, and you still want to be the future head of the Zhao family? Ridiculous."

Sword God Li Chungang was not one to get angry. He looked at Ye Xuan with interest: "This kid doesn't trust this old daoist. Since that's the case, you should let this lass give it a try as well."

Hearing what that guy, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, said, Ye Xuan suppressed his laughter. He wouldn't trust a perfectly good Imperial Throne powerhouse, yet he went to trust the woman by his side, Lin Qingxue, who harbored ulterior motives. Lin Qingxue had no feelings for him at all; she only wanted his resources. He was just a tool to her. How pathetic, truly pathetic.

"Heh, Niece Lin Qingzhu, since Senior Brother Zhao Long has asked your younger sister to act on his behalf, why not leave this matter to the two of you sisters?" Ye Xuan looked at Lin Qingzhu in his arms, pinched her pretty face, and handed the broken sword into her hands. He whispered into her ear: "While you're at it, teach your rebellious younger sister a good lesson."

"Even if you didn't say it, Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, I would have done so anyway."

Lin Qingzhu looked at Ye Xuan affectionately, took the broken sword, and looked toward her younger sister, Lin Qingxue, in the distance.

"Hmph." Third Saint Son Zhao Long let out a muffled grunt. He looked at Lin Qingxue beside him and noticed that her gaze was also fixed on Ye Xuan, causing his heart to fill with even more resentment toward this damned Pretty Boy.

"Come, elder sister." Lin Qingxue stepped out, holding the imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword, and looked calmly at Lin Qingzhu.

The two sisters looked six or seven parts similar, but Lin Qingzhu's appearance was even more stunning and beautiful, and her talent was also a cut above her younger sister, Lin Qingxue.

Lin Qingzhu just wanted to end the fight quickly and then go play around while holding Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, but she didn't know that Qingluan had been watching her with a gloomy gaze the whole time.

The two were not on the same level of strength, so Lin Qingzhu only used power at the same level as her younger sister, Lin Qingxue.

"Bang!" The figures of the two constantly flickered. Disciples passing by stopped one after another to watch the battle between this pair of sister flowers. It was alluring and beautiful.

The collision between the long sword and the broken blade was not as everyone had imagined; instead, it was the imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword that developed cracks first.

"How is this possible!" The victory Third Saint Son Zhao Long had expected did not arrive; instead, his face instantly turned ghastly pale.

"Senior Brother, your broken blade is indeed more powerful." Qingluan's clear and foolish voice broke the momentary silence.

Lin Qingxue's beautiful eyes narrowed. Having finally encountered an opportunity to duel with her elder sister, she didn't want to miss it. She attacked with full force once again. Her figure instantly appeared in front of Lin Qingzhu, and she slashed down with her sword. The sound of clashing metal reverberated once more, only to see Lin Qingzhu easily raise her hand and block the strike.

"Crack!" After that sound, the cracks on the Blazing Sun Sword deepened. This imperial-rank profound artifact might be completely ruined in the next second.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Third Saint Son Zhao Long finally reacted and shouted at Lin Qingxue with an ugly expression.

However, Lin Qingxue couldn't hear a word of it at this moment. Instead, she launched an even more intense attack against her elder sister, as if she wanted to take this opportunity to vent all the dissatisfaction in her heart.

"Bang!" Under the force of the attack, the cracks on the imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword only grew more numerous. Finally, it could no longer hold up and turned into iron filings filling the sky, leaving only half a sword blade.

Lin Qingxue looked with complicated emotions as Lin Qingzhu held the broken blade against her neck, looking at her with a calm expression. "Qingxue, you have lost, and the sword is broken."

"This is impossible! How could a broken blade sever my imperial-rank Blazing Sun Sword?" Third Saint Son Zhao Long's composure shattered on the spot. He lunged over, crouched on the ground, and cupped the pile of iron filings in his hands, nearly bursting into tears.

"Qingxue, why didn't you listen to me and stop?"

"Senior Brother Zhao really is forgetful. You clearly agreed on a wager with Senior Brother Ye. Do you want your Junior Martial Sister to lose all face as well?" Lin Qingxue was speechless. How did she end up latching onto such an idiot?

"You!" Third Saint Son Zhao Long was unable to voice his grievances, so he turned his spearhead back toward Ye Xuan, saying with a resentful face: "Pretty Boy, it's all you! It must be you who cheated! It must be you! This blade absolutely cannot be the profound artifact you found on the sixth floor. You must have swapped it with your own profound artifact!"

"This profound artifact must be a treasure bestowed upon you by Master Shen Xi. You are truly sinister, Pretty Boy!"

Seeing that his defeat was sealed, Third Saint Son Zhao Long had a sudden inspiration and hurriedly splashed mud on Ye Xuan, wanting to cause a scene to avoid admitting his loss.

Everyone was watching this drama performed by Third Saint Son Zhao Long. Many disciples present wanted to speak up and reprimand him, but due to his deep background, they could only whisper about this person's shamelessness.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, I knew it. Even if such a person loses, he won't necessarily admit it. Let's leave quickly." Lin Qingzhu ignored her sister standing there and naturally came to Ye Xuan's side, holding his right hand.

Ye Xuan glanced indifferently at Third Saint Son Zhao Long on the ground: "Perhaps. There are just such shameless people in this world; there's nothing we can do about it."