63: Jealousy for a sword

Offending the Zhang family over a sword was not a wise move.

He didn't know whether his father would praise him or scold him upon hearing this news.

Just as he was pondering this, Yang Yi suddenly pulled out an extremely unique sword.

The sword resembled several golden dragons winding around each other.

There were nine small dragon heads on the hilt.

Each dragon head was lifelike.

Each dragon head had a different color.

Seeing this strange sword, everyone was captivated.

Sensing the terrifying Yuan power contained within the sword, everyone was taken aback.

"What do you think of this sword of mine?" Yang Yi asked, looking around at the crowd.

The crowd stared at the sword on the table, lost in thought, saying nothing.

Some showed looks of greed.

The people from the Zhang family, in particular, furrowed their brows, their eyes revealing a Killing Intent that made people shudder.

"What a fine sword."

"May I ask the name of this sword?"

Zhang Maosen stood up abruptly and walked slowly toward Yang Yi.

Arriving at the table, he picked up the sword and nodded repeatedly.

"This sword is called the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword."

"A good name, a good sword."

Zhang Maosen placed the sword on the table and turned back.

After sitting down, his eyes were even colder than before.

The Killing Intent on his body was released without any concealment, directed straight at Yang Yi.

Waves of Killing Intent drifted around Yang Yi.

Yang Yi, however, paid no attention to it.

He lightly tapped the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword on the table, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhong Mingyi, didn't you ask me what I was going to reward you with just now?"

"This sword is your reward."

Zhong Mingyi was dumbfounded, thinking he had misheard.

He rubbed his ears and took a few steps forward.

"Foster father, did you call the wrong name?"

"Do you think I've gone senile?"

Yang Yi glanced at Zhong Mingyi and pointed to the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword on the table.

"Take the sword."

"From now on, this sword is yours."

The five children behind him were filled with envy and felt a bit aggrieved.

They had clearly also defeated the people of the Zhang family; why didn't the family head give this sword to them?

One of the children pouted and bluntly asked the question in his heart.

"Family Head, Zhong Mingyi isn't even from the Yang family."

"Besides, we also defeated the people of the Zhang family."

"Why did you give it to him, but not to us?"

Yang Yi smiled indifferently and turned to ask the five children.

"How were the rewards I gave you?"

The five children were stunned for a moment.

The child who had spoken just now answered seriously.

"The two dishes you gave us were our favorites."

"Then what about this sword?" Yang Yi asked.

One of the children replied: "This sword is very good."

Yang Yi said: "They are all good things."

"But there is only one such sword."

"The five of you are similar in age."

"And you defeated the people of the Zhang family together."

"If I give it to any one of you, I'm afraid the other four will not be satisfied."

"Therefore, giving it to Zhong Mingyi is the most appropriate."

"Besides, I know which two dishes you prefer more."

After hearing Yang Yi's explanation, the children beamed with joy.

As for the others, they glanced at Yang Yi with disdain, thinking that Yang Yi was just coaxing the children and fooling them.

What could be so good about two dishes?

Even if they were the delicacies of the world, how could they compare to this Sharp Weapon?

Zhong Mingyi felt a bit embarrassed to take this Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword.

Especially after the children expressed their dissatisfaction, he felt even more hesitant to take it.

He was an outsider, and the five children were so young.

He could be considered their elder, so it should rightfully be given to them.

However, what Yang Yi said was not unreasonable.

With five children, who should the sword be given to?

Just as he was hesitating, Yang Yi had already lost patience.

"Take it away quickly."

"I don't like this sword."

Zhong Mingyi felt guilty, but he never let his tongue rest.

He reached out and picked up the sword, deliberately showing it off proudly in front of the five children.

Then, he said to Yang Yi in an annoyed tone.

"Many thanks, Foster Father."

"You still have a bit of humanity after all."

Afterward, he stood behind Yang Yi.

At this moment, Haitang suddenly smiled beautifully.

Her laughter, like a copper bell, echoed throughout the entire meeting hall.

"Yang Yi, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure."

"Tell me."

"Our Duobao Pavilion lost soldiers and suffered losses for your sake."

"Why didn't you give this sword to me?"

Yang Yi gently rubbed his temples.

He hadn't expected Haitang to be jealous just like the children.

He could explain things easily to the children, but besides Haitang, there were many other experts in the Duobao Pavilion.

If he didn't give them a reasonable explanation, he was afraid they wouldn't exert themselves in the upcoming battles.

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Yi explained.

"I have many good things on me."

"The Yang family will naturally keep your kindness in mind."

"In the future, we will definitely provide compensation."

"As for this sword, it should still be given to Zhong Mingyi."

"Because Zhong Mingyis father gave me a golden sphere."

"And this thing is very important to your Duobao Pavilion."

"I gave the golden sphere to you, so naturally, this sword must be given to Zhong Mingyi."

The members of the Duobao Pavilion nodded repeatedly, though they still felt a bit uncomfortable in their hearts.

They had lost several people, yet they had received nothing.

As for that golden sphere, it belonged to the entire Duobao Pavilion and had nothing to do with them personally.

However, thinking of Yang Yi's previous promise, these people didn't say anything more.

Haitang smiled lightly, exhaling a puff of fragrance from her mouth, which blew against her veil.

The veil rippled like water waves.

At the very moment the veil fluttered slightly, Zhang Ao Xuan suddenly attacked, thrusting his sword toward Haitang.

This was something no one could have expected.

Even the people from the Zhang family did not expect Zhang Ao Xuan to attack Haitang for no reason.

However, Haitang had expected it all along.

Before the sword reached her, she let out a charming laugh and dodged the attack.

The sword pierced the back of the chair where Haitang had been sitting.

With a crack, the chair was split in two.

Zhang Ao Xuan retracted his sword and stared coldly at Haitang.

Suddenly, he cast his gaze onto Zhong Mingyi and said viciously.

"Zhong Mingyi."

"Sooner or later, I will destroy your Dragon Tiger City."

Zhong Mingyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling very afraid.

Following that, he pretended to be calm, lifted his chin, and cursed.

"Are you sick in the head, kid?"

"Aren't you trying to kill Haitang?"

"Why are you talking to me?"

Haitang giggled, looked at the chair that had been split in two, and said with a hint of grievance.

"Yang Yi, my chair is gone."

"What do you think we should do?"

Yang Yi's mind raced, and he said with a relaxed smile.

"Then come and sit by me."

The chair Yang Yi was sitting on was not an ordinary chair, but a large one that could easily accommodate three people.

At this moment, Yang Yi was sitting in the very center of the chair.

Seeing Haitang walk forward, he shifted to the right, and Haitang sat on the left.