Chapter 290 The Holy Weapon has a spirit! It chooses its own master! (Second update)
Translator: 549690339
Thousands of skeletal remains, all knelt on the ground, faced one direction, their heads bowed in death.
Anyone who saw such a scene would undoubtedly be struck by its intensity. Upon hearing Scamp the Cat’s shout, Yang Zhen rushed over and gasped involuntarily in surprise.
Looking up, he saw Scamp sprawled arrogantly on the ground, furiously glaring at Saucy the Chicken.
Saucy didn’t know what was going on and was desperately dragging Scamp’s tail, resulting in a stalemate, neither willing to back down.
Growing impatient, Scamp swung its claws at Saucy’s head, yelling, “Let go! Let go of me! Dammit, these things aren’t yours, how come I can’t take whatever I want?”
“No!” Saucy retorted, its face reddening in anger. Despite Scamp’s repeated swats to its head, it refused to let go.
Yang Zhen stepped forward, smacked them both, and broke them apart, scolding, “What’s with this fighting?”
Scamp snorted coldly, pointing at Saucy and said, “Kid, you judge. There are so many treasures here, and this bastard Saucy won’t let me touch them. How is that fair?”
Saucy snorted smugly and cocked its head, ignoring both Yang Zhen and Scamp.
Look at that! Look at its attitude!” Scamp pointed at Saucy, “Had it been in the past, I could’ve turned it into roast chicken with a single slap.” “No way!” Saucy spared a disdainful glance at Scamp.
Yang Zhen didn’t bother with the two of them. He turned and stared in surprise at the group of skeletal remains on the ground, a frown creasing his forehead. Hua Youyue approached Yang Zhen and said, “They all died instantly, with no sign of any physical harm.”
There were indeed no signs of harm; their skin was undamaged, and if not for them being mummified, Yang Zhen might have thought a congregation of people was worshipping their ancestors.
At the forefront of the group was an old man, seemingly frail but emanating a brilliant glow. Despite possibly being centuries old, his presence hadn’t fully dissipated.
This was a powerful being!
Yang Zhen went in front of the old man and dramatically bowed, causing consternation among the onlookers.
Kiddo, the man’s already dead. Why are you being so polite to this old fart?” Scamp walked up to Yang Zhen, a puzzled expression on its face, “I’ve never known you to be this respectful before.”
Yang Zhen glared at Scamp, responding, “What do you know? The dead should be respected, and it’s only in burial that they find peace. It’s a custom in our village. These people can’t rest in peace, especially these old men. Doesn’t that make you feel a bit of pity?”
Oh, when you put it that way, I do feel a bit sorry for them. They didn’t live as long as the heavens, nor could they rest in peace after death. But wouldn’t that make every creature pitiful?”
At this, Scamp paused, muttering in surprise, “Damn, I never thought I could sound so profound, almost as if it’s a fundamental truth.”
Yang Zhen snorted in amusement, “If that’s what you call profound, even a basic life principle, then it’s too cheap. Without such an understanding, how can one truly live in this world?”
Their banter went back and forth, completely oblivious to the shocked expressions on the faces of the others present, including Hua Youyue. Especially Mo Xueling, the foreign -born woman. Her jewel-like, blue-green eyes glistened with surprise as she watched Yang Zhen, completely taken aback.
I didn’t expect Yang Zhen, fearless and formidable enough to slay even a celestial lord with a single sword strike, to be so aware. His words are full of wisdom and his respect for the dead is so natural… What kind of person is he really?”
Shanyang, standing nearby, was dumbstruck for a moment before he murmured, “What kind of person he is, we don’t know, but we all know Yang Zhen has his reasons for his actions.”
Mo Xueling was taken aback, turning to look at Yang Zhen, and was immediately stunned.
In front of Elder Gu, a flash of light suddenly came and went, emitting a powerful aura that filled the entire hall. Everyone was bowing towards a giant grinding wheel that was rumbling and turning their way.
“Oh, it’s open, it’s finally open!” Yang Zhen energetically walked towards the rotating millstone, leaving onlookers dumbfounded.
The scampish cat was also astonished. Watching Yang Zhen’s retreating figure, it grumbled, “Damn, I’ve been had. How did you happen to have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young shipwrecked bastard? You discovered how to unlock the secret treasure. That old geezer also tricked us by setting such a shameless restriction.”
Mo Xueling watched Yang Zhen dumbfounded. She couldn’t help but burst into incredulous laughter and murmured, “So that’s how it is.”
Aranda scoffed, “Yang Zhen, that bastard, definitely didn’t show respectful salute towards that elder in good faith.”
Shanyang quickly agreed, but before he could say more, Mo Xueling shook her head, “You are wrong!”
“Wrong?”
Aranda and Shanyang looked at each other and asked in unison, “What’s wrong? Isn’t it?”
Mo Xueling showed a mysterious smirk on her face, asserting, “When the millstone just started to turn, surprise flashed across Yang Zhen’s face. It’s quite clear that he didn’t know this would unlock the restriction.”
This…” Aranda and Shanyang shook, glancing doubtfully at Yang Zhen, who was now standing beside the millstone.
Hua Youyue, walking in front of Mo Xueling, had a light smile on her face. Her gaze became softer as it lingered on Yang Zhen, warning him, “Be careful!” Yang Zhen waved his hand, saying, “Little girl, come over. There’s something good here!”
Hua Youyue surprised, walked over and wondered, “What’s the good thing?”
Yang Zhen, who had all kinds of rare and bizarre items on him, confirmed it was a good thing. Definitely not something ordinary.
The millstone where they stood was immensely huge. As it turned, there emerged a splendid seat that was radiant and emitted a grand aura that was hard to neglect. It was probably the seat of the master of the sect.
Although the sect master’s seat was immaculately clean, it was evident it hadn’t been touched for a long time.
Yang Zhen, looked behind the seat of the sect master, chuckled, “Have a look yourself. I can’t pull it out.”
“Can’t pull it out?” Hua Youyue leaned over to look; her eyes immediately widened, she whispered, “A holy relic! ”
Behind the seat was a long sword emitting a bright blue light. A chill wafted from it, condensing but not dissipating, as if protecting the sword.
Yang Zhen nodded, hopped onto the seat, grasped the handle of the sword with all his might, but no matter what he did, it wouldn’t budge.
Dammit, step back little girl. I’m about to settle the score with this broken sword,” Yang Zhen bellowed angrily. He shifted his position and released a burst of power. Veins bulged on his hands as his eyes bulged from exertion.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed, and Yang Zhen’s hands and arms froze solid.
“Oh shit, that’s cold!” Yang Zhen immediately let go, gazed at the sword with a weird expression, and mumbled dismissively, “It’s a worn-out sword, a rotten old sword, too sour!”
Hua Youyue chuckled and explained slowly, “The holy sword is sentient, it chooses its own master. Clearly, you’re not it.”
“Who wants it anyway!” Yang Zhen glared at the sword, while the cheeky cat snickered and mocked.
