Although the matter arose suddenly, the Commander of Troops in the Sword Forging Valley were not just empty names. After a brief bewilderment, each displayed their divine skills, chasing the streak of [I Retrieve Sword], swiftly darting out. In the blink of an eye, they had left the others far behind. Fortunately, the sword did not flee directly out of Sword Forging Valley. Otherwise, even at the skill level of the Commander of Troops, not everyone could keep up with the Divine Weapon when it unleashed its full power. And in this short distance, the Qinggong proficiency of each major Commander of Troops had already shown slight distinctions. The last one was a burly man over two meters tall, carrying a serrated Heavy Blade on his back. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⚑fire.net With each step he took, the ground exploded into a small pit. Although his speed was fast, he was at a disadvantage when it came to shifting and maneuvering. Not to mention, even in terms of speed, he did not have the slightest advantage, and the person in front had already pulled a certain distance ahead. The one at the front was precisely the woman who mutually disagreed with the Scholar earlier. One stepped in the Flying Formation, each step birthing a Lotus, while the other floated effortlessly forward with arms clasped behind, exhibiting a superior demeanor, each transcendent and not lagging even a bit, almost following tightly behind [I Retrieve Sword]. In just a few dozen breaths, the sword suddenly howled twice and fell from the sky, landing in a courtyard. The leading two did not hesitate, regardless of who went first, rushed in simultaneously, their gaze only following the trajectory of [I Retrieve Sword]. Over the past half month, they had not found peace nor sleet amidst the piercing cries of the Divine Weapon, which at this moment had finally quieted, piercing into the earth, allowing their hearts a sigh of relief. The woman only then calmed down to observe her surroundings. The Inner Valley of Sword Forging Valley was hidden under heavy Formations, the actual place rather spacious, yet even so, this courtyard was located in a very secluded spot. The space was not large, but the layout was elegant. At this time, the autumn ambiance was becoming intense, and large patches of pale gold flowers were blooming in the courtyard. [I Retrieve Sword] was inverted in the flower cluster, and the frigid Sharp Essence carried by the Sword Edge naturally softened, while the sea of flowers gradually unfolding along the sides of the Sword Edge possessed a kind of nonexistent former sharpness. The wind blew past, the flower clusters undulated, like waves rolling. In the sky, because of the Divine Weapon's sharpness provoking the Qi Mechanism, the sword's whistling sound still shrilled and lofty, causing the woman's spirit to unconsciously relax. Yet, the Scholar stepped forward two steps, reaching out to grasp the hilt of [I Retrieve Sword]. The recognition of the Divine Weapon by its master had been completed. At this time, the Divine Weapon could no longer restore the fierce edge it had just displayed. Thus, just seizing the sword by force could greatly influence the new divine weapon commander's moves, restraining its stand. The woman almost instantly deduced his purpose, her face slightly covered with frost, coldly snorted as she struck, her sleeve cuffs billowed like clouds, targeting the Scholar ahead. The latter was also already on guard, with an indistinct sharpness rising on his body. Both had noticed the young man standing in the courtyard, but equally, neither took this person into account. In their eyes, there was only this sword, [I Retrieve Sword], representing one of the twelve seats. The cuff fell, carrying a Qi Force like a tsunami, immediately shredded into pieces by the invisible sharpness. The Scholar held the advantage of first move, ultimately a step quicker, closing in and reaching out to hold [I Retrieve Sword] by the hilt, lips slightly curved in a faint smile. Then, a hand reached out before him, slowly grasping the hilt. The Scholar's expression slightly froze, instinctively looking up, meeting a pair of indifferent eyes, realizing that those eyes did not include him at all. With a sharp sword whistle. The Divine Weapon [I Retrieve Sword] leapt from the sea of flowers, the clear sword's keen sound, from the hilt's location, along the flowing wind's trajectory, rolled all the way to the Sword Edge and blade, outlining the void. An invisible Sword Qi scattered. The other Commanders of Troops and the experts from Sword Forging Valley arrived at this courtyard, then everyone froze in place, eyes wide open. The golden sea of flowers in the courtyard disintegrated; the slender golden stamens quietly flowed. The 'young man' in the three-layered green long robe had his left hand behind his back, right hand holding the sword, the Sword Edge slightly trembled, shaking off petals, sunlight revolving on the sword's spine, appearing slightly blinding. The blade pointed at the throat of the second Commander of Troops in Sword Forging Valley. Profuse blossoms scattered down, the sword-wielding 'young man', the Scholar stiff as a puppet, and behind them, the wide expanse of vast sky, seemed to freeze in time. This scene, many years later when those present recalled, still made it hard to breathe, still felt an instinctive shudder. The 'young man' glanced around at everyone, the sword he held slightly tilted the Sword Edge, brushed past the Scholar's shoulder, then sheathed it, turned and paced inside, his broad sleeves turned in the wind like overlapping clouds, surging tides, calmly stated: The servant, long since dumbstruck, took a good while to return to his senses, hurriedly went to prepare. The leading female Commander of Troops bore a complex expression, deeply inhaled to steady her mind, then slightly curtsied towards the house, gently said: "Thank you, Young Master Ouyang, for your kindness." "Wan Qin has disturbed you..." Then she just leisurely walked inside. This scene, falling into the eyes of the others, was like a mountain collapsing, a tsunami, making their minds and thoughts somewhat stiff, difficult to contemplate for a moment. Before such shock dispersed, the tall Commander of Troops, who was a bit slower in movement technique, raised his hand to scratch his head, laughing heartily: