127: Chapter 127 Is this the Sword Spirit?

Everyone's expressions changed instantly.

That fire could incinerate even refined iron; if it touched a human body, wouldn't they be turned to ashes in an instant?

But the fire was as fast as lightning, reaching King Li Su's body in the blink of an eye.

The crowd held their breath, only to see the golden flame quietly sink into his body. There was no abnormality at all; even the corners of his clothes were not scorched.

"This is the seed of Gengjin Divine Fire. By pairing it with the nourishment of 'Heart Flame' during Cultivation, it can gradually grow stronger," Su Rui explained.

"This... could this be an immortal's method?" King Li Su spoke blankly.

"It is not an immortal art, but Daoist Magic—the techniques practiced by those who follow the Dao."

Su Rui added firmly.

But on second thought, in the eyes of these people, practitioners of the Dao were already like immortals who rode the clouds and mist; further explanation was redundant.

"I might need some good swords in the future. After you refine them, just send them to Snow Moon City."

He said casually.

King Li Su had just recovered from the shock of the Gengjin Divine Fire and quickly responded: "That is no problem, but I wonder what kind of quality you require?"

"Something around the same level as containing light and sword name will do."

Before his voice fell, the surroundings suddenly became deathly silent.

"Study the 'Ten Essentials of Artifact Refining' more; those two are ultimately just mortal iron."

Su Rui reminded him faintly.

"Understood!" King Li Su nodded heavily, having already committed it to heart.

Just as the group was about to leave, the giant sword in the center of the earth-fire lava pool suddenly flashed with a white light.

In an instant, all the busy figures stopped, staring blankly at a silhouette of light rising from the giant sword into the air.

Its Aura was majestic and radiant, like a rising miniature sun, so bright that people could hardly keep their eyes open.

The silhouette floated before Su Rui, trembling slightly as if it possessed sentience.

While everyone was confused, it suddenly flashed and charged directly toward the silver-white longsword in King Li Su's hand, merging into it instantly.

The originally lifeless sharp sword seemed to be injected with a soul, suddenly letting out a soft hum.

Immediately after, the sword's cry echoed throughout the cavern.

Tens of thousands of weapons within the entire mountain hollow vibrated in unison, as if receiving some kind of summons, taking flight from the ground one after another.

King Li Su could not hold onto the sword in his hand at all—the silver-white longsword flew out of his grasp and shot straight toward the ceiling.

Thousands of sword points formed an orderly array in the air, standing upright as if on a pilgrimage.

At the very front was that brilliant silver-white longsword.

Everyone stood dazed with their heads tilted back, cold sweat pouring down.

The sword hung in mid-air, as if demonstrating its own might.

After a moment, it slowly moved horizontally to the front of Su Rui, floating quietly as if awaiting judgment.

Su Rui reached out and gripped the hilt; in an instant, the entire cavern fell into a dead silence.

The deafening sword cries stopped abruptly, the silver light faded, and the Flying Swords filling the sky fell one after another, returning to their places.

King Li Su's eyes widened, looking at everything before him in disbelief.

Such a scene was something he had never dared to imagine even in his dreams.

Is this a sword spirit?

Being able to personally forge such a sentient sword was the lifelong pursuit of countless sword smiths.

He was no exception.

Su Rui had already understood this sword's intent—it did not wish to be trapped here for long and longed to travel far with someone.

That display just now was merely to get his attention.

He was also curious about such an intelligent sword.

Seeing Li Hanyi and King Li Su staring fixedly at the sword, then glancing at the crowd around them who were still immersed in shock, Su Rui gave a light cough: "Let's go."

After saying that, he turned and walked outward.

Only after their figures disappeared at the end of the passage did the people in the cave gradually come back to their senses.

"So... a sword can actually reach such a Realm?"

"The ancient books did not lie; divine swords having spirits is truly not empty talk!"

"One day, I will also forge such a sword!"

No one mocked this as arrogant.

Because in the depths of everyone's heart, the same thought had been ignited.

In an instant, the furnace fires burned brighter, the sound of hammers rose again, and everyone exerted themselves.

Walking out of the Sword Forging Pavilion, a cool breeze brushed his face, and Su Rui took a deep breath.

The sunlight fell, and the silver-white longsword floated quietly by his side, its body shimmering with radiant light.

"This sword..." King Li Su looked at Su Rui, his eyes unable to hide his yearning.

"You can ask it yourself; it understands."

In the past, these words would have been taken as a joke.

But at this moment, no one dared to underestimate the sentience of this sword.

Su Rui handed the sword over. Just as King Li Su reached out, the sword suddenly jerked away, resisting fiercely.

He hastily withdrew his hand.

The sword immediately turned back and returned to Su Rui's side, floating steadily.

"It seems it belongs to someone else," Su Rui smiled.

King Li Su's eyes dimmed slightly as he sighed softly: "It is indeed a pity."

Su Rui gazed at the silver-white sword body, his eyes flickering as he suddenly spoke:

"Hiding the edge for a hundred years without a test; once unsheathed, ten thousand swords submit.

From now on, you shall be called hiding edge."

As soon as he finished speaking, hiding edge let out a soft cry, clear and melodious, as a sense of joy permeated the surroundings.

Su Rui did not hold the sword, simply walking forward.

The sword followed him like a shadow, floating along and directly taking Mu Liangyue's original position.

Mu Liangyue fell behind a few steps, pursing her lips, actually getting sulky at a sword.

Wherever they passed, the Sword Heart Tomb Disciples were all dumbstruck.

Good heavens, the sword can fly on its own and even follows people?

Which Senior left behind this sentient divine weapon?

Everyone recalled the famous swords of the Sword Heart Tomb through the generations one by one, but they could never find a weapon that matched it.

But with King Li Su right beside Su Rui, even though these people were full of curiosity, they did not dare to rashly ask. They could only suppress an indescribable agitation, their hearts feeling as uncomfortable as if being scratched by a cat's claws.

"Help me prepare a scabbard for hiding edge."

As soon as they stepped into the main hall, Su Rui spoke faintly.

"A small matter, I will handle it personally!"

Upon hearing this, King Li Su immediately agreed, his tone certain.

Before his voice fell, a Disciple rushed in.

"Sect Head, someone outside the valley requests an audience!"

King Li Su's brow furrowed slightly, thinking it was another reckless person coming to beg for a sword, and said casually:

"If they are here to seek a sword, tell them to visit another day."

"Sect Head, the visitors are not here for a sword... they say they are from the Mohist family of Great Qin. One of them is Master Xu."

He had naturally heard of this name.

Sword smiths in the world were as numerous as the stars, but those who could truly leave behind works that would be passed down through generations were only a few.

Within the borders of Great Qin, they were even fewer.

Master Xu was one of them.

"Invite them in."

King Li Su glanced at Su Rui, then looked at his daughter Li Xinyue, speaking after a slight deliberation.

"Father," Li Xinyue spoke in a low voice, "for the Mohists to come here at this time is probably unusual.

I previously heard in Apocalypse that Great Qin has now unified the six directions. All those who have not submitted are regarded as rebels—especially the Mohists, who have long been wanted and pursued."

Her speaking speed was steady, yet she explained the situation clearly.

"Perhaps it is related to the Demonic Cult's eastward expedition."

King Li Su shook his head gently, his expression solemn.

Before long, three people were led in by the Disciple.

One wore a bamboo hat, the longsword in his hand having a strange shape;

One had a cloth band wrapped around his forehead, his face haggard, his brows filled with the weariness of the world;

There was also a young man holding a sharp blade with a faint cold light, its Sword Qi chilling.

"Is Your Excellency the master of the Sword Heart Tomb, King Li Su?"

The person wearing the bamboo hat looked at the elder in the main seat, his voice low.

"Heh, covering your head and hiding your face, not even daring to show your countenance—what kind of guest are you?"

King Li Su faced them with a cold gaze, his tone mocking.

"You!" The youth took a step forward upon hearing this, anger surging on his face.

"Xiao Gao, step back."

"Grand Master of the Mohists, this person is so rude—"

Gao Jianli was young and impetuous, finding it hard to endure the insult.

"Sect Head Li is right, it was I who was impolite."

The man said as he raised his hand to take off the bamboo hat, revealing a face covered in sword scars. A scar ran across half his cheek, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

"Now this looks like a proper way to speak," King Li Su snorted coldly. "I have never had any dealings with your Mohist family. What is your business for visiting today?"

"Only for cooperation."

Yan Dan looked directly at King Li Su, his tone firm.

Su Rui scanned the three of them calmly, his gaze lingering on them for a moment.

"Teacher, you don't seem to think much of them."

Li Hanyi's lips moved slightly, her voice like a breeze brushing the ear.

Su Rui was startled and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Am I that obvious?"

"Yes, three parts disdain, three parts arrogance, and four parts nonchalance."

"..."

Su Rui was speechless; when did this girl learn such sharp judgment?

"Cooperation?" King Li Su raised an eyebrow.

"What cooperation could I have with you? This place is far from the Capital City, we have nothing to do with each other."

He truly did not understand; were these people's minds muddled?

"Previously, did the Demonic Cult ever invade the Sword Heart Tomb?"

Yan Dan suddenly changed the subject.

"Why not? Just a few jumping clowns, not worth mentioning."

King Li Su stroked his beard and smiled, speaking lightly.

Li Xinyue silently facepalmed on the side, truly unable to listen further.

"Rumor has it that the Sword Heart Tomb is equipped with the Three Thousand Sword Array. Once activated, it can stop ten thousand horses and a thousand troops."

Yan Dan continued.

"What does that have to do with you?"

King Li Su's tone gradually turned cold, already becoming somewhat impatient.

This person spoke in circles, making it impossible to grasp his meaning.

"I hope to borrow some Disciples from the Sword Heart Tomb, plus a batch of elite weapons."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall fell silent.

Everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning, looking at Yan Dan one after another as if looking at a madman.

This request was practically the same as someone barging into Xianyang Palace and asking for the Huben Iron Cavalry and Black-Armored Elites right in front of Qin Shi Huang—it would be considered polite if they didn't die.

"The Mohists are willing to offer our Mechanism Arts as compensation."

Yan Dan remained calm, his eyes filled with confidence.

The Mohist Mechanism Arts were famous throughout the world and had always been kept secret. Now that he was willing to use them as an exchange, he believed the other party would definitely not refuse.

"Absurd!" King Li Su laughed coldly, "When has my Sword Heart Tomb ever cared for your little mechanism tricks?"

He became angrier as he spoke, almost laughing out loud.

No matter how exquisite the Mohist techniques were, they were of no use to him.

Currently, he already had the 'Ten Essentials of Artifact Refining' and the method of Heart Flame taught by Su Rui; his future path already had other goals.

Yan Dan's heart jolted, looking at King Li Su in disbelief.

He actually had no interest at all in the Mechanism Arts?