This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 164 The Battle for the Heavenly Sword

Huangfu Lingxue's exclamation was like a stone thrown into still water, causing a great ripple effect and leaving those nearby stunned.

"The Heavenly Sword?" The Crown Prince and his ministers were all astonished. The legend of the Heavenly Sword was legendary, but it had always been like a mirage, ethereal and unattainable. Everyone knew that the Sword Immortal might be the Heavenly Sword, but no one had ever truly been called the Heavenly Sword before.

"Princess, is what you say true?"

The faces of the Left and Right Prime Ministers instantly turned ashen. If it truly was the Heavenly Sword, then this prize was as heavy as Mount Tai. Whether it was the Great Qian or the Great Li, they would likely fight tooth and nail for this Heavenly Sword. Having experienced the vicissitudes of life, they saw through the sinister intentions of the Great Yan at a glance. This was an open scheme, a scheme to sit back and watch the tigers fight.

“That’s right, this is the sword used by the Heavenly Sword, and it may even contain the Heavenly Sword’s legacy.”

This time, Huangfu Lingxue no longer hid anything and spoke frankly in front of everyone, spilling the beans from a bamboo tube.

Yan Yi's lips curled slightly upward as she rose and bowed deeply to Huangfu Lingxue.

"As expected of the eldest princess of the Great Qian Dynasty, you have such discerning eyes that you could see through the secret of the Heavenly Sword at a glance. Yan Yi greets Your Highness."

Yan Yi's words were like a bombshell, exploding on the Talent Platform.

The meaning behind those two simple words, "Heavenly Sword," is known to everyone. Even the Dali Emperor and the Fourth Prince stood frozen in place, like statues of clay and wood. A mere contest of pride had unexpectedly brought forth a Heavenly Sword.

Li Jinxian's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water. For the first time, he felt like a monkey being played for a fool. Everyone knew that Da Yan's intentions were as clear as day: they wanted to see Da Qian and Da Li, these two tigers, fight each other.

Then they can reap the benefits, because with the Heavenly Sword appearing in the world, they must win it even at the cost of their lives.

"Yan Yi, do you think it's true just because you say so? The Heavenly Sword is nothing but a mythical legend. Are you really going to believe it's the Heavenly Sword just because of your casual remark? That's too naive!"

Li Jinxian's words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Yan Yi, causing everyone present to turn their heads.

He thought to himself, "Yes, whether or not the Heavenly Sword exists still needs to be verified. How can we believe it so easily?"

Faced with these doubts, Yan Yi remained calm and composed. She walked to the front of the stage as if strolling in a garden, looked firmly at the Princess, and said loudly, "Your Highness, they do not understand the true meaning of the Heavenly Sword. You should know that, right? I dare to ask Your Highness to draw the sword and try it out."

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, the crowd erupted once more as the princess drew her sword.

They couldn't understand why Yan Yi would make such an absurd request. Could the Princess really prove that this sword was the Heavenly Sword?

Doubts and confusion surged into everyone's hearts like a tide, and Huangfu Lingxue's face turned extremely ugly. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she wanted to pull out the broken sword out of control.

However, she quickly regained her composure, a faint smile appearing on her lips, and said softly, "Miss Yan is joking. I am too weak to even kill a chicken, how could I possibly draw a sword for everyone?"

The implication couldn't be clearer: I reject you.

But Yan Yi didn't seem to have any intention of giving up. She pressed on relentlessly, which made Huangfu Lingxue's heart sink. She never expected that Da Yan, which had always kept a low profile, would actually be targeting her in the end!

Is this a way of exposing the power of the Ghost Sword in front of everyone?

You must know that only the power of a sword immortal can unleash the might of the Heavenly Sword, and there are quite a few sword immortals present, but only Da Yan chose herself. How could she remain calm about this?

"Your Highness, this is a Heavenly Sword. Are you really not going to draw it?"

Yan Yi continued to press for answers, but seeing that the princess remained unmoved, she turned to face the crowd.

He proclaimed loudly, “The so-called Heavenly Sword is the pinnacle of sword immortals' creations. The fall of each Heavenly Sword is like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, dazzling and brilliant. The broken swords they left behind contain the legacy of the Heavenly Sword. I believe that every sword immortal in the world strives to break through to the Heavenly Sword. However, drawing a Heavenly Sword is no easy task; only those unparalleled talents can accomplish it. This sword is right here. I have already stated that this sword is a broken Heavenly Sword. Whether you believe it or not is your business. But as the stake for your wager, I believe it is enough, isn't it?”

After Yan Yi finished speaking concisely, she sat back down, turned around, and gave Huangfu Lingxue a deep glance before leisurely watching the show.

The uproar she caused seemed to have nothing to do with her, as if she were just a bystander.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, unable to provide any proof, a man from Burning Ash City stepped forward and declared loudly, "I can prove that this sword is undoubtedly the Heavenly Sword."

The young monk Miaowu slowly walked out, put his hands together, and a mysterious swastika suddenly appeared on his chest, like a bright star in the night sky.

As the swastika slowly drifted down toward the Heavenly Sword, it seemed to stir the dormant pride within the sword. A sharp sword aura shot up like a dragon emerging from the sea, forming a towering sword pillar that pierced the heavens and the earth.

At that breathtaking moment, everyone in Yong'an City was drawn to the sword pillar. Even the Martial Emperor abruptly stood up and shot out of the imperial palace like an arrow, gazing at the awe-inspiring sword pillar in the sky.

He muttered to himself, "Heavenly Sword?"

A look of solemnity flashed across Emperor Wu's face.

"Someone, investigate immediately!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Several figures sped past the imperial palace like lightning.

Consort Xian and Murong Fenghua both stood at the palace entrance, witnessing this astonishing scene, their hearts filled with doubt.

The city of Yong'an is becoming increasingly turbulent, and now even the Heavenly Sword has begun to appear in the world, which is definitely not a good omen.

"I am Miaowu from Burning Ashes City. If you gentlemen do not mind, we may try to test the edge of this Heavenly Sword."

Miao Wu walked out of the viewing platform with lotus blossoms at every step, as if a celestial being had descended to earth. With each step he took, a magnificent lotus flower bloomed beneath his feet, as if he were strolling in the void.

And so, he slowly approached the Fourth Prince and bowed to him.

This caused the Fourth Prince to groan inwardly, cursing, "Oh no!"

He came here to cause trouble, trying to compete with Dali. To put it bluntly, their petty squabbles are like leftovers that can't be served at a banquet. Whoever wins or loses will eventually renege on their promises.

Therefore, he didn't care at all what the final outcome of the bet would be.

But now, with the sudden appearance of the Heavenly Sword, the nature of this gamble has undergone a complete transformation.

He glared fiercely at Yan Yi, cursing inwardly: What a vicious woman with a heart of stone!

With her making such a fuss, things are bound to get out of hand today, and the stakes of this bet will only escalate.

The little monk had actually unleashed the power of the Heavenly Sword. He knew without a doubt that the sword immortals from all sides had already sensed it and would arrive soon.

What started as a battle of egos quickly escalated into a chaotic melee between sword immortals, leaving him in a desperate situation where neither advancing nor retreating was an option.

He really can't bear the blame for this!

"Little monk, you're ruthless!"

The Fourth Prince helplessly uttered a harsh remark, then turned his gaze to Li Jinxian, since, in the end, this matter was still between the two of them.

At this moment, Li Jinxian must be starting to feel uneasy, right?

He quickly winked at Li Jinxian and said, "Hey you, do you think we should continue gambling? How about we play it out privately? After all, the competition for the Talented Person Platform is about to begin. If we delay important matters because of the two of us, my father will definitely blame us."

Li Jinxian was also in a dilemma at this time. He did not want to be played like a pawn.

Most importantly, the Heavenly Sword has appeared, but our side has no sword masters. We can't just stand by and watch the fruits of victory be taken by others.

Just as he was racking his brains for a way to end this farce, a remark from the Fourth Prince struck him like a thunderbolt, and he smiled knowingly.

"Haha, Fourth Prince is absolutely right. We've become friends through this little misunderstanding. We're all young, and while we might be a bit hot-blooded, we should also consider the bigger picture. For the sake of maintaining order at the Talent Platform, I think Your Highness is right. After things are settled here, I'll treat you to drinks. Forget about bets; we can't let this ruin our friendship!"

"Good, that's straightforward! You're definitely a man of courage! That's settled then, everyone go home and find your mothers. You all go about your business, hurry up and start the poetry contest! This is a place for poetry, why are you having sword fights? It's really bad luck!"

The Fourth Prince's face was as thick as a city wall, and he didn't care about the uproar below the stage. The two of them chatted back and forth, and the hostile atmosphere just now vanished instantly, as if they were good brothers. This made the little monk Miaowu feel like he had been struck by lightning. He stood there, looking around, confused and at a loss. Did they not want to compete anymore?

Many dignitaries turned their heads, unable to bear to look. The fact that the Prince of Daqian had actually gone back on his word in public was extremely ugly. Fortunately, Dali cooperated tacitly. Although the two families disliked each other, they seemed to be of one mind at this moment, and neither of them mocked the other, instead joking that it was just a misunderstanding.

Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, Yan Yi was displeased. How could you let her painstaking efforts be so easily dismissed?

Wouldn't all the atmosphere she painstakingly created be wasted?

Just as she was about to add fuel to the fire, Wu Xie, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"It's fine if you don't want to gamble, I, Manghuang, will take it. Little monk, let's make a bet, whoever wins gets the Heavenly Sword, how about it?"

Wu Xie said with a smile, and at the same time, a sharp sword aura belonging to the fourth heaven soared into the sky like a dragon emerging from the sea, complementing the Heavenly Sword Pillar.

This shocking scene not only caused another uproar at the Talent Platform, but even Xiao Xingchen, who was in prison, couldn't help but raise his head, speechless with astonishment, muttering to himself, "Is this my sword? What is Ruoxue doing?"