106: Chapter 106 You will have no objections

The rules of Cangqiong Holy Land were very severe; even Wang Xianzhi dared not easily violate them.

Not to mention, Sword God Li Chungang was currently glaring at him, perhaps still harboring resentment for when he had deliberately schemed to cut off Li Chungang's life-bound mystic artifact, the Wooden Flowing Horse.

To punish a disciple, even an elder required a reasonable justification.

Third Saint Son Zhao Long's words were nothing short of shameless; he only spoke of his own suspicions and completely omitted the fact that he had initiated the wager with Ye Xuan himself.

Wang Xianzhi was furious: "Sword God Li Chungang, get out of my way immediately! Do not stand before me!"

"Heh, Old Monster Wang, what is it? Are you trying to bully the young with your seniority now? Ye Xuan's broken blade is a mystic artifact found on the sixth level of Cangbing Pavilion. Your precious disciple wants to renege on the bet. If you don't believe it, we can open the Cangbing Pavilion formation together and retrieve the footage from inside."

Sword God Li Chungang completely absorbed all the aura Wang Xianzhi projected, saying with a look of disdain.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan felt no urgency at all and remained calm. As for Third Saint Son Zhao Long on the other side, he wore the look of a petty villain who had gotten his way, as if telling Ye Xuan: "So what if you won the bet? I am going to renege on it today!"

However, Third Saint Son Zhao Long was not foolish enough to say things that would anger Sword God Li Chungang to his face; otherwise, even his master's projection wouldn't be able to save him today.

"Hmph, Sword God Li Chungang, I will agree to your terms today. If this kid dares to deceive us, he will be sent to the Endless Purgatory for punishment immediately!" Feeling he could not defeat Sword God Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi had no choice but to compromise and handle the matter this way.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan felt a slight headache, as he had destroyed quite a few mystic artifacts on the sixth level.

If those present knew that he had destroyed over a hundred high-level mystic artifacts just to find that Great Emperor-level mystic technique—Monarch Descends—it would likely be problematic.

Being laughed at was a minor matter; the real issue was that punishment would certainly be inevitable.

Moreover, at this moment, no one yet knew that the Great Emperor-level mystic technique was actually hidden within that unremarkable-looking broken blade.

"Are you sure you want to watch the recording stone from inside the Cangbing Pavilion?" Ye Xuan frowned but still asked.

"Hahaha, Pretty Boy, we haven't even checked the formation recording yet, and you're already feeling guilty? Hurry, Elder Sword God, contact the pavilion guardian elder now to open the Cangbing Pavilion formation and inspect the recording stone!"

Third Saint Son Zhao Long felt he had guessed correctly and hurriedly urged Sword God Li Chungang to contact the pavilion guardian elder to open the formation and show the recording.

Seeing this, even Wang Xianzhi, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but sneer repeatedly: "Sword God Li Chungang, what's wrong? You were the one who proposed having the pavilion guardian elder open the formation to check the recording stone, and now you want to go back on it?"

"Hey, it was you who lost the bet, and now you want to go back on it to my Senior Brother. Can the person who lost just act shamelessly?"

Qingluan mustered her courage and stepped forward, staring straight at Wang Xianzhi, who was unleashing his cultivation aura upon them. One could vaguely see that the dissatisfaction on her pretty face was about to overflow.

"You are? That disciple of Master Shen Xi?!"

Wang Xianzhi immediately recalled Qingluan's identity, his expression shifting several times. He vaguely remembered this child; she was the first disciple Master Shen Xi had accepted back then.

Thinking of how Qingluan had addressed Ye Xuan just now, Wang Xianzhi felt a headache coming on. Having offended Master Shen Xi in the past, he had been one step away from entering the Saint Realm, only to have a significant portion of his origin essence forcefully severed by Master Shen Xi—whose cultivation was inferior to his at the time—causing his cultivation to drop to its current state.

If it hadn't been for the Zhao family ancestor, that existence nearing the Quasi-Emperor level, intervening last time, Wang Xianzhi would have long since been destroyed by Master Shen Xi.

"This... Third Saint Son Zhao Long, why didn't you explain the situation earlier?" Thinking that if Master Shen Xi were drawn here again, Wang Xianzhi would suffer a huge misfortune—having this projection destroyed was a small matter, but the real problem was whether his disciple, Third Saint Son Zhao Long, could even leave alive.

"Hmph, if we are in the right, even if it is Saint Shen Xi, she won't be able to do anything to us."

Just as the master and disciple were whispering to each other, Sword God Li Chungang finally contacted the Cangbing Pavilion's guardian elder and opened the recording stone of the sixth level.

"Bang, bang, bang—" As soon as it was opened, a jaw-dropping scene was revealed before everyone's eyes.

Ye Xuan was seen holding a silver-white long sword in one hand, launching attack after attack against those mystic artifacts that were usually treated as treasures.

One, two, three... To say the least, over a hundred supreme treasures had been destroyed by Ye Xuan, until he found a ball of light that could withstand a strike from Ye Xuan's sword...

Sword God Li Chungang was stunned, feeling that it somewhat subverted his imagination, and asked in disbelief: "This... Ye kid, is that how you found your broken blade?"

"That's right, just as you saw... There are no other shortcuts to finding powerful mystic artifacts, only this one." Ye Xuan responded indifferently.

Ye Xuan was still not certain about the level of the zhu xian sword; its power depended on the strength of the user.

Anything that could withstand the zhu xian sword must surely be that Great Emperor-level mystic technique.

"Senior Brother, aren't you too clever?" Looking at the debris on the ground inside the recording stone, Qingluan couldn't help but exclaim.

Ye Xuan smiled and then patted Little Moon's head, saying: "What else? In order to find a mystic artifact that could win the bet, I went to great lengths. I did not swap out my own mystic artifact as Third Saint Son Zhao Long claimed." As he said this, he specifically glanced at Third Saint Son Zhao Long.

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye Xuan, I want one too!" Lin Qingzhu, who was a bit jealous on the side, also crowded up to Ye Xuan's side, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

"Alright, alright, alright." Helpless, Ye Xuan reached out and placed his hand on Lin Qingzhu's head, gently patting it.

"Next time, Qingzhu will try this method too; there must be plenty of other powerful mystic artifacts inside the Cangbing Pavilion!"

Lin Qingzhu, disregarding the death glare from the pavilion guardian elder, added a few more words.

"This... how is this possible? Is Pretty Boy's broken blade really a Saint-level mystic artifact found on the sixth level?"

The scenes recorded in the recording stone made Third Saint Son Zhao Long feel it was absolutely unbelievable. The outcome was completely different from what he had imagined, including Ye Xuan taking that broken blade out of the ball of light.

Wang Xianzhi was stunned, standing in place, forcefully stroking his beard, and sighed: "I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a disciple select mystic artifacts in such a way."

"Old Monster Wang, do you know the facts now?" Sword God Li Chungang looked at the ashen-faced Wang Xianzhi with disdain and stroked his beard: "A bet is a bet. But your precious disciple is something else; he wasted a life-saving protective jade talisman just to summon you here. With such a character, I fear he won't achieve much in the future."

Facing Wang Xianzhi, Sword God Li Chungang was not in the least bit afraid. The mockery in his voice deepened, even to the point of provoking Wang Xianzhi into wanting to take action on the spot.

"The bet was won by Ye Xuan, so that treasure map is his spoils of war. Regarding this point, you won't have any objections, right?"