118: Forrest Gump presents a treasure, the primordial sword intent.

The news of Zhao Wuji being slapped into a mountain wall spread through the Eastern District as if it had grown wings, and even faintly reached the edges of the Central District.

The entire Eastern District was boiling with excitement!

“Have you heard? An Inner Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect from the Central District, with a Mid Martial King cultivation, was slapped flying by our Lord Lin!”

“More than just slapped flying! I heard he was embedded three feet deep into the mountain wall. It took half an hour to dig him out!”

“Hahaha! How satisfying! So satisfying! Let those guys from the Central District look down on our Eastern District again!”

“Lord Lin is mighty! Long live Asura City!”

The morale of the Eastern District's Martial Artists reached its Peak at this moment.

Previously, when facing Central District Martial Artists, they always felt a sense of inferiority, like 'country bumpkins entering the city.' They felt everything in the Central District was better—Advanced Cultivation Techniques, abundant resources, and a constant stream of Geniuses.

But now, they had Lin Fan!

A ruthless man who could slap a Central District Prodigy away!

A legend who could unify the Eastern District and challenge a Martial Emperor!

The Eastern District was no longer a remote backwater to be bullied at will!

...Inside the Shura Hall.

Lin Fan sat in the main seat, playing with the Storage Ring he had 'picked up' from Zhao Wuji. His spiritual sense swept through it; there were quite a few things inside.

Over a hundred thousand Medium Grade Blood Crystals, several bottles of Medicinal Pills, a few introductory sword techniques from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and an identity token engraved with the words 'Heavenly Sword'.

“Poor ghost,” Lin Fan curled his lip. “A dignified Inner Sect Disciple of the Central District only has this much wealth? It's not even as much as I rob—ahem, confiscated in the Eastern District.”

Below, the Blood Emperor, Ice Soul, Su Muyu, Qin Yue, and others were present. Hearing this, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

My Lord, was that 'confiscating'?

That was clearly raiding homes and exterminating sects, okay?

“My Lord,” the Blood Emperor said in a heavy voice, “The Heavenly Sword Sect's influence in the Central District is not small. Although they aren't among the top few, they still have a Peak Martial Emperor Old Ancestor overseeing them.”

“Having slapped their face this time, I'm afraid they won't let the matter rest.”

“So what if they don't let it rest?” Lin Fan casually tossed the Storage Ring to Red Diamond. “Let them come.”

“Just right, I'm lacking a target to establish my authority.”

“Heavenly Sword Sect... the name is quite domineering, I just don't know if their bones are hard enough.”

Ice Soul said softly, “My Lord, there are only two months left until the Myriad Races Prodigy Battle. Should we... temporarily avoid their sharp edge?”

“Wait until the Prodigy Battle to...”

“Avoid?”

Lin Fan smiled, a smile carrying undisguised mockery.

“In my, Lin Fan's, dictionary, the word 'avoid' has never existed.” (Lin Fan's dictionary doesn't have a single word in it; it's a pure wordless heavenly book.)

“If one comes, I'll hit one.”

“If two come, I'll hit a pair.”

“If that whatever Peak Martial Emperor Old Ancestor dares to come personally...”

A cold light flickered in Lin Fan's eyes:

“I wouldn't mind making him the first stepping stone for my Breakthrough to Martial Emperor.”

Everyone's heart jolted upon hearing this.

The Lord's tone... he wants to use a Peak Martial Emperor as a whetstone?

How domineering! How crazy!

But for some reason, they actually felt... that Lin Fan could really do it!

[Ding! Domineering declaration, viewing a Peak Martial Emperor as a whetstone, prestige value +6000!]

[Current prestige value: 59,570 points!]

Just then.

A commotion suddenly came from outside the hall, followed by Old Blade's slightly helpless voice:

“You silly boy, stop! This isn't a place you should come to!”

“I... I want to find the City Lord!” A simple and honest voice filled with urgency rang out. “I have something very important to tell the City Lord!”

“The City Lord is discussing matters; idle people are not allowed to barge in! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite!”

“I... I really have something!”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. “What's going on outside?”

A personal guard hurried in. “Reporting to Lord Lin, a silly boy came outside and insists on seeing you, saying he has something important. Captain Old Blade is stopping him.”

“Silly boy?” Lin Fan grew interested. “Bring him in for me to see.”

“Yes!”

A moment later, a figure was brought in by the guard.

It was a youth who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with dark skin and a sturdy build. He wore coarse cloth clothes that had been washed until they were white. A simple, honest smile hung on his face, and his eyes were so clear they were almost... dazed.

Most notably, he carried a long object wrapped in rags on his back, looking like... a fire poker?

As soon as the youth entered the hall, he knelt with a 'thud' and kowtowed three times to Lin Fan in the main seat with 'bang bang bang' sounds.

“My name is Gan Iron Pillar, greetings to the City Lord!”

His voice was booming, making the hall's beams hum.

Lin Fan: “...”

Everyone: “...”

This youth... doesn't look very bright?

“Stand up and speak.” Lin Fan waved his hand. “What do you have to tell me?”

Gan Iron Pillar scrambled up, scratched his head, and chuckled honestly. “City Lord, I'm from Black Stone Village in the north of the Eastern District. A few days ago, while I was cutting wood in the mountains, I accidentally fell into a cave and found this inside.”

As he spoke, he unwrapped the rag bundle from his back and carefully brought out the item inside.

It was an entirely pitch-black iron rod covered in cracks, looking completely unremarkable... an iron rod?

No, to be precise, it was a sword.

A broken sword.

The blade was broken into two pieces from the middle, the break jagged as if it had been forcefully smashed apart by something.

Two blurry ancient characters were engraved on the hilt, faintly recognizable as 'Primal'.

The entire broken sword looked ordinary, one could even say it was... scrap metal.

But the moment Gan Iron Pillar took out the broken sword.

Inside the hall, the Blood Emperor and Ice Soul's expressions changed simultaneously!

“This... this is...” The Blood Emperor's pupils shrank as he stared fixedly at the broken sword, his voice trembling slightly.

“Such strong residual Sword Intent...” A flash of shock also crossed Ice Soul's beautiful eyes. “Even after being broken for countless ages, it can still make one's heart palpitate...”

Lin Fan also narrowed his eyes.

His perception far exceeded ordinary people, and after Cultivating the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art, his perception of energy and Laws had reached an inconceivable level.

Inside this seemingly scrap-like broken sword, he felt a... terrifying Sword Intent that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth!

That wasn't ordinary Sword Intent.

That was... a Sword Intent that surpassed the level of Martial Emperor, and even surpassed the Martial Venerable level!

Although only a negligible trace of residue remained, its essence was high enough to drive any Sword Cultivator mad!

“System, scan this broken sword.”

[Ding! Scanning...]

[Item: Primal Sword (Fragment)]

[Grade: ??? (Severely damaged, cannot be determined)]

[Description: A fragment of the life-bound divine sword of a certain peerless Sword Cultivator from the ancient era, containing a wisp of 'Primal Sword Intent.' If one can comprehend it, it points directly to the Origin of the Sword Dao.]

[Warning: The Sword Intent level is too high; forcibly comprehending it in the Martial King realm carries the risk of Divine Soul collapse.]

Primal Sword Intent?

Origin of the Sword Dao?

Lin Fan's heart jolted.

This silly boy... has picked up a treasure!

And it's a priceless treasure!