Chapter 940 – The Iron Sword Is Still Here, the Face Has Never Changed (1/2)
Chapter 940 – The Iron Sword Is Still Here, the Face Has Never Changed
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
After turning right at a little alley called Three Harmonies Borough and walking to the end, Xuanyuan Po pushed open the old wooden gate and reached the small courtyard that he had lived in for the last few years.
This courtyard was extremely small, each side about one zhang in length. However, it was extremely clean, the ground paved with white stones. Planted in the middle of the white stones was a young pine tree that was still shorter than a man. Its contrast against the gray walls and black eaves gave it a serene beauty.
In the small courtyard's vicinity was the temple to the Celestial Tree for the Pine Paths district, so the area was very quiet and secluded. Other than when the bell rang to signal the morning or twilight, there was no other noise.
One could even say that this small courtyard was the best building in all of the Pine Paths, though few people knew of it.
Xuanyuan Po walked across the white stones and sat down at the wooden floor in front of the entrance to the building. He took off his shoes and put on a clean pair of white socks.
Before entering, he glanced at the pile of firewood by the door.
It wasn't a very tall pile of firewood, but it was a very neat one. Upon careful examination, one would discover that each piece was almost identical in both length and thickness.
Xuanyuan Po quietly thought for a while, then thrust his hand into the pile of wood and slowly drew out an iron rod.
There were no edges or corners to this iron rod, much less any sharpness. It looked very ordinary and unremarkable.
In truth, it was a sword.
Regardless of which quality was used to rank it, this sword would assuredly be ranked in the top ten of the Tier of Legendary Weapons.
Who could have expected that the legendary Mountain Sea Sword was in a courtyard within the impoverished district of White Emperor City, and that it had been casually hidden in a pile of firewood by its owner?
However, it had received a similar treatment in the Orthodox Academy. It had even had to endure the oil and smoke of the kitchen and borne the duty of stoking the fires.
Xuanyuan Po carried this iron sword as he pushed open the door and entered the room.
The room was also very small, with a short table and a few mats serving as furniture. A paper door ran through the middle, separating this area from his living space.
Xuanyuan Po gazed at the paper door, tightening the grip of his left hand on the sword. His breathing became slow and steady as his expression turned extremely stern.
The paper door was very thin. Let alone the Mountain Sea Sword, even a huff from his strong and sturdy body would be enough to blow it over.
Just what was he wary of? He even seemed somewhat fearful.
Suddenly, a voice came from the other side of the paper door.
”I do not know who you are, but since you were able to notice our presence the moment you entered this small courtyard, you are presumably also a cultivator of the Dao. Please enter so that we can talk.”
Xuanyuan Po did not appear shocked as he sternly asked, ”Who are you?”
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On the other side of the paper door.
The room was somewhat dim. A streak of light from a flying carriage in the sky would occasionally illuminate it for a few moments.
A little blood was on the walls, slightly glimmering with gold, but it had already ceased to give off any Qi.
A Daoist nun sat against the wall. She had a delicate appearance and it was difficult to tell her age. She had a ruthless aura about her, but her eyes were full of fear.
A scholar sat beside her, his complexion slightly pale and his expression as calm as usual.
It was Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi. If not for the fact that Madam Mu was busy maintaining the seal on the sky over White Emperor City and Black Robe was concealing their activity from the heavens, this husband and wife would have found it very difficult to escape with their lives. Even so, they had still suffered terrible wounds from the two Angels and had paid an enormous price.
Wuqiong Bi was shocked and angered at Bie Yanghong's words. ”Instead of just killing him, you've decided to invite him inside? For what!”
”He's the owner of this place, and when has it ever been right for the guest to keep the owner out of the house?”
Bie Yanghong looked at the figure in front of the paper door and calmly said, ”We cannot move, so cannot come out to welcome you. Please, come in.”
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Xuanyuan Po silently thought for a while after hearing this conversation. Then, he took up the metal sword and pushed open the paper door.