In this process, inevitable body contact occurred. Ouyang Guiyuan, who appeared gentle but was always proud, seemed like a delicate puppet, without a hint of reaction, let alone any reprimands or curses, leaving the maidservants perplexed and uncertain. If it weren't for his body still being warm and showing signs of a pulse, anyone would think he was already dead. After Ouyang Guiyuan was settled, two experts casually instructed a few second-class maidservants, then turned and left. As for the carefully prepared fine wine, tea, and snacks, they didn't even glance. Once out the door, they employed their movement technique, seemingly unwilling to stay here any longer. The only first-class maidservant among them noticed the hurried steps of these two, seemingly concerned about something. Her mind immediately thought of the matter that had been widely discussed in the valley for more than half a month. Her eyes first showed some longing, then quickly filled with self-mockery. Beside her, a charming and attractive maid looked at Ouyang Guiyuan lying quietly on the bed and couldn't help but reach out and touch him, giggling: "Ouyang Gongzi is so good-looking, why did such a thing happen to him?" The first-class maidservant withdrew her gaze, frowned, and raised her hand to give the maid a heavy slap on the face, startling all the surrounding servants into silence, like cicadas in the cold; she cast a stern look around and reprimanded: "Is this the kind of matter that someone like you can speculate on?" "Remember, even if Ouyang Gongzi has become , he is still a member of the Ouyang Lineage. You must take care of him well, not neglect him, otherwise, disaster will strike us both." Everyone's hearts tightened, and they put away their previous relaxed demeanor, bowing and repeatedly saying they dare not. The highest-ranked first-class maidservant snorted coldly, glanced at Ouyang Guiyuan, and couldn't help but feel a bit desolate himself: "To get stuck with such a waste, it's feared that this life will be hard to rise..." Meanwhile, the two experts who had brought Ouyang Guiyuan had already employed their movement technique, sprinting far towards the most majestic center. This place in Sword Forging Valley is shrouded by an extremely intricate formation, with the center being the highest terrain, connecting hundred veins, forming twelve grand towers, each representing a Divine Weapon within Sword Forging Valley. This area was originally a forbidden place in Sword Forging Valley, with hardly anyone around, but recently, many gather beneath the tower every day, not only the elite disciples of the sect but also several Commanders of Troops are often nearby. Before the two could get close, they could hear increasingly piercing sword cries, as if fierce Sword Qi were sweeping across their bodies. Soon they saw a handsome young man spitting blood, flying backward from the Seventh Layer tower, caught by an elder. The elder, despite his age, turned pale after catching the youth, repeatedly stepping back to shed the force, indicating how formidable the Vigorous Qi was, truly somewhat terrifying. A commotion spontaneously arose among the crowd. With difficulty, the young man struggled to his feet, not having wiped away the blood, bowed down to one of the women, his forehead touching the ground, hoarsely saying: "Master, disciple, disciple..." "Has disappointed expectations." The woman frowned a bit, saying: "Rise." The young man continued holding the salute, then finally stood. A nearby Scholar seemingly in his forties or fifties chuckled, implying: "I didn't expect Nephew Mei couldn't manage either..." The woman indifferently said: "At least my disciple managed to withstand for thirty breath times; your disciple couldn't even last ten breath times?" The Scholar's face stiffened a bit, then heartily laughed, saying: "No way, my disciple, does not have the An Family's blood, hence cannot hold much time under the Divine Weapon I Take Sword." The woman's expression remained cold, saying: "An Zhaofeng has passed for more than half a month now. All members of the An Family have tried, none have the capacity to wield the Divine Weapon I Take Sword...this is enough to prove, whether the sword acknowledges a master, it has nothing to do with the An Family bloodline." Just as the Scholar was about to retort, a burly man, dressed as a laborer with bare arms, suddenly interjected, saying: "An Zhaofeng's death was too bizarre, utterly unanticipated, leaving no successors. For the past half-month, including us, almost all disciples of the Sword Forging Valley have tried once. I'm afraid, I Take Sword might have to be sealed this generation." Mentioning this, the earlier two's expressions slightly changed, no longer showing interest in fighting. The Sword Forging Valley stands on the twelve Divine Weapons and the corresponding Commanders of Troops. Now, missing one person, one weapon, has already brought great damage to its foundation, and their benefits, as Commanders of Troops, have also been impaired. Just then, a deep, indifferent voice emanated from the deepest part of the Sword Forging Valley: "All suitable disciples in the valley have failed. To prevent I Take Sword's divine energy from dissipating, Commanders of Troops form a formation to seal it." All eleven present displayed concentrated expressions, bowing and acknowledging. In a small courtyard within Sword Forging Valley. The maid who had erred previously was left to care for Ouyang Guiyuan, who was practically indistinguishable from a living dead. What care was there to give? She glanced at the youth lying on the bed, couldn't help but mutter, but for some reason, waves of drowsiness rolled like tides, uncontrollably spreading, barely moments later, she couldn't resist, leaning against the chair and falling asleep. The youth 'Ouyang Guiyuan' opened his eyes. Or perhaps he had kept them open all along, but everyone had overlooked it. He stood, pacing to the window, gazing at the scene outside. His right hand casually lay behind his back, the three-layered sleeves slightly sliding down. Almost instantly, the demeanor brought by Ouyang Guiyuan's appearance was replaced by a more pronounced aura. Detached and aloof, vast and lofty. "...To prevent I Take Sword's divine energy from dissipating, Commanders of Troops form a formation to seal it." 'Youth' listened to the booming voice from that direction, a hint of mockery surfacing at his mouth; he stirred his palm, fingers twirling a jade pendant, crystal clear, exceptional quality, deftly rotating, never dropping. Until sensing the formation's pressure from that direction reaching a certain peak moment, 'Youth' casually threw the jade pendant up, flicking his finger lightly. The jade pendant shattered. The sealed divine energy drifted out. 'Youth' spread his five fingers, the divine energy transforming into a longsword, grasped in his hand, flicked his finger lightly, saying: "I Take Sword? Good name..." The voice paused slightly, indifferently saying: Simultaneously, within the forbidden area of Sword Forging Valley, the previously turbulent I Take Sword suddenly quieted, no longer struggling, only the Sword Edge slightly trembling. Realizing the disappearance of resisting force, the eleven Commanders of Troops hesitated, then at that moment, a surge of soaring sword cry erupted at the formation's center, fierce and proud Sword Intent shot skyward, prompting all swords throughout Sword Forging Valley to resonate, Sword Qi surged skyward. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⁂fire.net The Divine Weapon's power, naturally unleashed. The formation meant for sealing was almost immediately shattered by the weapon's edge. I Take Sword disappeared in a flash! The eleven Commanders present changed their expressions drastically— Thunder reverberated through the sky; it was the sound of Sword Qi cleaving, accompanied by countless longswords chanting, as if the mountains and wilderness celebrated, grand and boundless, yet happy and jubilant, feelings overwhelmed every inch of air. The Scholar who spoke earlier opened his mouth, unable to say a word. Everyone fell into an eerie silence, looking towards the direction the sword light departed — Divine Weapon [I Take] Acknowledged a master! PS: Today brings you the second update...four thousand words, apologies, today was posted a bit late, mainly because there was a blackout tonight...wasn't aware all along, the card ran out of credit, resulted in a flustered mess.