38: Chapter 38 The Divine Weapon Possesses a Spirit!

He had long suspected it, and today he finally witnessed Li Hanyi draw her sword.

But the moment he saw that *Cheng Ying Sword*, he already had his judgment.

This was absolutely the legendary divine weapon—the *sword name*!

"Jiao divides into Chengying, the swallow forgets its return!"

Ji Ruofeng trembled all over with excitement, shaking like a sieve.

The Disciples of the Hundred Knowledge Hall beside him turned pale with fright,

thinking their Hall Revered Master had suddenly fallen ill.

"Hall Revered Master, Hall Revered Master! Don't scare me!"

The Disciple's anxious cries drew many gazes away from Su Rui.

Those who recognized Ji Ruofeng cast puzzled looks, wondering why he was so beside himself.

After being called out by his Disciple, Ji Ruofeng finally snapped back to reality. As if making some kind of resolution, he suddenly stood up and strode toward Su Rui.

"Ji Ruofeng of the Hundred Knowledge Hall pays respects to Your Excellency!"

He cupped his fists respectfully toward Su Rui.

In the Martial Forest, the strong are revered.

Judging by Li Hanyi's Sword Intent alone, she was no inferior to him.

He offered this bow willingly and wholeheartedly.

Su Rui observed the person before him with keen interest.

"What is the matter?"

His tone was gentle, his voice clear, carrying a sense of steady peace.

Ji Ruofeng cupped his hands and said, "I humbly request Your Excellency's permission to examine the sword in your Disciple's hand for a moment."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and turned their gaze toward the sword in Li Hanyi's hand.

Only then did they notice that the sword had an ancient appearance, as if it had endured millennia of wind and frost.

Could it really be a famous sword?

Those familiar with Ji Ruofeng knew that the Hundred Knowledge Hall possessed a "hundred weapons ranking," dedicated to discussing the divine weapons and Sharp Weapons of the world.

The last list had been issued by the previous Knower of Everything.

Since taking over, Ji Ruofeng had never released any weapon rankings.

Yet now, he was acting with such solemnity.

Recalling his previous agitated and uncontrolled demeanor, the crowd couldn't help but speculate.

What kind of divine weapon could move him so deeply?

Su Rui was slightly taken aback and turned to look at Li Hanyi.

Li Hanyi's expression became serious. Facing an outsider, she was naturally not as gentle as she was toward her elders.

"This sword is my Revered Master's personal sword. I am only borrowing it to use for now!"

Ji Ruofeng paused, then immediately understood.

If Su Rui was truly a Revered Master who had delved deeply into the Way of the Sword, he would certainly know that a swordsman chooses a sword, and the sword also chooses the person.

Divine weapons possess sentience.

A famous sword like the *sword name* was naturally a sentient object.

Speaking of the *sword name*, it was the Sword of Emperors, symbolizing supreme authority.

It was indeed not very suitable for a woman to wield.

Of course, this was not meant to belittle women.

It was just that it was truly rare to find women possessing the bearing of an Emperor.

Aside from the Empress of Great Zhou, Wu Zhao, who stood equal to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Moreover, Ji Ruofeng could see that Li Hanyi's Sword Intent was vastly different from the Aura of an Emperor.

So, if it wasn't suitable, it wasn't suitable.

At this moment, Ji Ruofeng finally understood completely.

No wonder he felt something was off just now.

"Your Excellency, please..."

After his sudden realization, Ji Ruofeng bowed deeply and solemnly to Su Rui once more.

Su Rui glanced at him and nodded slightly toward Li Hanyi.

Li Hanyi immediately stepped forward, her expression slightly cool, and extended her hand.

Ji Ruofeng immediately accepted it with both hands respectfully.

Seeing his excited look, it was as if he was about to weep with emotion.

At this time, Ji Ruofeng had not yet become the meticulous Knower of Everything he would be in the future.

Having just taken the position of The Knower of Everything, he was still young, and his emotions were not yet fully contained.

He held the sword with both hands, gazing intently, and kept uttering sounds of awe.

He had already confirmed the sword's identity.

Looking at the ancient scabbard now, it seemed to be the one that accompanied the *sword name* when it was first forged.

This was an artifact thousands of years old.

Yet it was preserved so perfectly.

He knew clearly that no matter how divine a weapon was, it could not withstand the erosion of time.

Holding the sword and examining it closely, Ji Ruofeng's actions drew surprised looks from the surrounding crowd.

What are you looking at?

Why don't you draw it out and show us!

That way everyone will know just how powerful this sword is.

What's the point of just staring at the scabbard?

As if hearing the thoughts of the crowd, after scrutinizing it carefully, Ji Ruofeng took a deep breath.

He held the scabbard with his left hand and grasped the hilt with his right.

The crowd then saw The Knower of Everything's expression drastically change.

Immediately afterward, his face flushed red, and his Aura suddenly soared.

Everyone was shocked.

This man had actually stepped into the Heaven Realm!

His Qi flowed outward, and his body seemed enveloped in a halo of azure clouds.

Seeing this, everyone knew he was using his full strength.

Waves of Qi spread out from around him.

Yet the *sword name* in his hand had not been drawn out even a fraction.

Ji Ruofeng was inwardly shaken. At that very moment, the *sword name* in his hand suddenly let out a clear chime, and the entire sword vibrated violently.

In the next instant, Ji Ruofeng's hands felt empty.

The *sword name* flew out of his grasp and hovered beside Su Rui, its blade still trembling continuously, its chime sounding incessantly.

At the same time, the swords held by everyone in the area seemed to awaken, trembling as if eager to fly out into the air.

Even Ximen Chuixue, Ji Wuming, and others below the stage changed their expressions, feeling as if they could barely hold onto their own swords.

Su Rui chuckled lightly and gently stroked the *sword name* hovering beside him with his left hand.

The sword's chime stopped abruptly.

The rising Sword Qi fluctuations in the area also dissipated immediately.

Then, Su Rui tossed it casually, and the sword returned to Li Hanyi's hand.

"It seems it does not acknowledge you."

Su Rui looked at the crestfallen Ji Ruofeng, whose tiger's mouth was oozing blood, and spoke plainly.

"A Divine Sword possesses sentience... It's truly real!"

Ji Ruofeng gave a wry smile, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for allowing me to witness the majesty of a divine weapon."

"No matter."

Su Rui replied indifferently.

Ji Ruofeng stood up and returned to his seat.

The Disciples of the Hundred Knowledge Hall rushed forward to bandage the wound on his hand.

Just trying to draw the sword caused him to be injured by Sword Qi?

The crowd was dumbfounded.

The legend of divine weapons possessing sentience had existed since ancient times.

It was rumored that the Sword Tomb could forge sentient swords.

But the scene today was something no one had ever witnessed before.

It was truly too shocking.

Merely by the sword's own will, it could injure a Master who was about to step into the Carefree Heaven Realm.

What kind of sword was this?

Below on the martial arts stage, Shi Feixuan had also taken in the entire scene. Her eyes were now filled with eagerness.

She too felt a sense of curiosity and longing for that divine Sharp Weapon.

Sikong Changfeng and Baili Dongjun exchanged a look, both shaking their heads with wry smiles.

The actions of this Pavilion Master were indeed unpredictable.

The attention of the entire venue was drawn to the preceding scene, and the atmosphere became somewhat stagnant for a moment.

Was this match going to continue or not?

Sikong Changfeng coughed lightly, breaking the brief silence.

He activated his Internal Energy, and his voice, like the morning bell and evening drum, spread everywhere.

The crowd gradually regained focus.

"The first victory has been decided. Next, let the competition continue!"

As soon as the words fell, he sat down calmly.

Only then did the crowd realize that the competition was not over!

The contestants on the stage quickly adjusted their minds, warily observing their opponents.

However, many people's hearts were already stirring with different thoughts.

For example, Murong Fu.

He had witnessed the battle just now and recalled the previous encounter with Li Hanyi in the city.

He already knew Li Hanyi was extraordinarily strong; now it seemed her Master was an unfathomably profound expert.

Even his method of teaching his Disciples was astonishing.

Murong Fu shifted sideways, lightly evading an attack from his opponent, and casually sent the other person off the stage with one palm strike. A familiar gentle smile was on his face, and he politely announced his name and offered a slight apology as he spoke.

In the viewing stands, Wang Yuyan, AZhu, and ABi lowered their heads with complicated expressions.

Bao Butong and Feng Biaoe closed their eyes, unable to watch.

"Third Brother Bao, you should still try to persuade the Young Master. This is a bit too embarrassing."

Feng Biaoe spoke helplessly.

"Not so, not so! Although it's slightly awkward, there are always people in this world who appreciate such elegant gestures!"

Bao Butong remained stubborn.

On the other side, Sikong Qianluo had also witnessed the scene. An idea immediately formed in her mind.

"My Senior Sister won, so I must be the second one to emerge victorious!"

She let out a soft cry, pushed off the ground with her feet, and shot up into the air like a swallow.

She brandished her silver moon spear, its shadow like snow, and a chilling Aura continuously spread from her.

Sikong Changfeng in the stands nearly jumped out of his seat, leaning forward involuntarily, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Within that chilling Aura, there was actually a trace of Spear Intent.

"Isn't this normal?"

Baili Dongjun looked slightly puzzled seeing his reaction.

Since this Pavilion Master could impart Sword Intent to his eldest Disciple, what was strange about teaching Qianluo Spear Intent?

As soon as the words left his mouth, Baili Dongjun suddenly stiffened.

Spear Intent?

He abruptly turned his gaze toward Su Rui.

How many Concepts did this man Master?

"That's not the point,"

Sikong Changfeng explained in a low voice, "This Spear Intent is different from the Spear Intent in the 'Prairie Fire Hundred Strikes' she usually uses.

The Spear Intent now carries a biting cold, revealing an icy quality!"

Two types?

Baili Dongjun was instantly shaken.

Just then, Sikong Qianluo let out a sharp cry.

"Falling Snow!"

It was springtime, and Snow Moon City enjoyed perpetual spring, never seeing snow.

But at this moment, cold air rose from beneath her feet, meeting the surrounding warm air to form a white mist.

The mist condensed, transforming into hexagonal snowflakes that swirled and danced around her.

As her figure suddenly leaped down from the air, the snowflakes, like blades, swept across the entire field just like when Li Hanyi displayed "Moon Dusk, Flower Dawn."

Where the snow fell, blood followed!

These seemingly light snowflakes actually contained astonishing lethality, instantly clearing the stage.

Even the two opponents whose Realm was higher than Sikong Qianluo's had their clothes shredded and their skin covered in fine marks by the snowflakes.

Though not fatal, they all knew that if the girl had not held back, they would already be heavily injured on the ground.

Sikong Qianluo stood in the center of the stage holding her spear, her expression proud.

However, her face was slightly pale; clearly, that last strike had pushed her close to her limit.

Su Rui sighed and shook his head.

"Qianluo is too stubborn; she refuses to be second in anything she does."

Li Hanyi also nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Master, what spear technique is that?"

Yin Luoxia couldn't help but ask.

"Profound Ice Spear Technique.

At her current cultivation, using it is quite strenuous."

After winning, Sikong Qianluo imitatively copied Li Hanyi, leaping up as if to leave the stage, flying toward Su Rui.