Chapter 67

This broken stone can sell for money? The old man in black furrowed his brows, looking over with some confusion.

Apart from the two sword marks, there was really nothing extraordinary about it. There was also a shallow mark, but it was unknown what weapon had made it.

At first, he paid no attention, but just as the old man was about to look away, he suddenly froze. A sharp light flashed in his dry eyes, and he looked back at the boulder. Then the old man could no longer take his eyes off it.

"However, the value of this stone depends on who possesses it. To ordinary people, it’s worthless. But to someone like me, it’s priceless. Such a concise and clear explanation of the essence of the sword, this item, if sold, would fetch at least a hundred fourth-grade beast crystals. If I give it to my uncle, who is desperately seeking a successor, I could also extort a lot from him, doing him a great favor!"

Lei Dong said with satisfaction, becoming even more excited and gradually falling into a state of fantasy: "If passed down to future generations, it would be even more significant. In the past, the unparalleled first sword god, Lei Dong, before his sword skills reached perfection, meditated on the Wu Dao at the Luo Yun Waterfall. He met the future sword god Zong Shou, and they discussed the Dao of the sword and the knife. Thus, they became sworn brothers. Don’t you think this is very poetic and legendary? Oh, how amazing, this stone might one day be auctioned for a sky-high price, bringing fortune to my descendants! It’s said that the cloud stone on which the young Sword Saint once sat was once sold for a sky-high price of ten thousand fourth-grade beast crystals. I wonder how much my stone is worth? This is really a dilemma. Someone, quickly carry this stone away. If it gets damaged, I will hold you responsible—"

The old man in black’s face twitched, unable to speak. After a long while, he calmed down: "Sir, is this really left by the Crown Prince Zong Shou of Qian Tian Mountain? I heard he is only thirteen. At thirteen, has he really grasped the essence of the sword?"

"Would I lie to you! When have you ever seen your master lie or say a single word of falsehood? And from now on, he is my brother, you must call him Second Young Master!"

Lei Dong sneered, also looking at the boulder. The stone weighed over a hundred tons, and it took the combined efforts of dozens of black-clothed servants to barely move it. Despite their best efforts, their faces turned red, but they could not lift it.

Lei Dong, helpless, thought these guys were really too clumsy. He swung the fifteen-zhang giant knife, cutting away the excess stone in a few strokes, leaving only the three essential marks.

He frowned again, thinking that with Zong Shou’s sword mark, his own knife marks seemed somewhat inferior, completely overshadowed by his younger brother.

If seen by future generations, wouldn’t he be laughed at? It wouldn’t be very good.

His eyes darted around, and Lei Dong slashed two more times, stone chips flying, completely covering the original knife marks, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The old man in black only then came to his senses, and immediately drew a sharp breath: "In this world, there is actually someone who can grasp the essence of the sword at thirteen. This Crown Prince is truly well-hidden. If this is true, your sworn brother will surely achieve greatness in the future. I will head to Yun Sheng City to protect him properly! Sir, are you planning to introduce Second Young Master to the master?"

"Though I have this intention, he might not look favorably upon it. My younger brother is outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, seemingly humble but actually proud, and somewhat stubborn. You can go, but you must not be discovered! Just follow him secretly. I also want to see my younger brother’s abilities. Whether he wants to seize the position of the demon king of Qian Tian Mountain or leave Dong Lin Yun Lu, it’s up to him—"

Lei Dong shook his head and gave a few instructions, seeing the servants already loading the boulder, which had shrunk by four-fifths, onto a nearby carriage. He then walked to the river and looked at his reflection in the water.

He saw a disheveled man, and couldn’t help but mock himself.

"Three years of meditation, traveling to a hundred scenic spots. Apart from the scenery and the knife, there was nothing else in my heart. In this short time, I’ve become like this. If Miss saw me, she would surely be heartbroken!"

He sighed, and Lei Dong raised the exaggerated fifteen-zhang giant knife, shaving his beard.

After a quick wash and a change of clothes, he was a different person. His entire demeanor changed, his figure still robust, but his face was handsome and square, with a touch of scholarly elegance.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he looked up at the sky with a spirited demeanor, his knife intent raging.

The Mad Knife Lei Dong, who had been missing for three years, had returned. I wonder if the old friends in Central Yun Lu are ready?

Just as he was looking up at the sky, Lei Dong’s brows furrowed again.

"Who is that in the sky? Controlling the air to fly?"

In his field of vision, two small dots appeared. From a distance, they seemed to be two women flying in the air.

And he recognized these two.

"Is it the old girl from Tai Yuan Sect? The Immortal Water Lingbo? How did she end up in Dong Lin Yun Lu? The one behind her is Zhao Yanran from Seven Spirit Sect."

Suddenly, he remembered Zong Shou’s words. The one who grasped the essence of the sword was the latter.

"I wonder why this old girl would come here for no reason, it turns out she’s looking for a disciple. Haha! If my younger brother becomes a disciple of Tai Yuan Sect, wouldn’t that be boring?"

His lips curled, and Lei Dong suddenly took to the air. A knife shadow swept across the sky.

The figures in the sky reacted just as quickly, their forms flickering to dodge.

One of them was Zhao Yanran. The one in the lead wore a large red robe, her face pale as she glared down.

"Who is the madman who dares to challenge me?"

When she saw the figure charging up, Water Lingbo’s expression changed: "Mad Knife Lei Dong? You have enough trouble already, and you still dare to provoke me! I have something to do now, I don’t have time for you, get out of my way!" She stomped her foot, and a knife aura was forcefully dispersed.

Lei Dong, however, laughed: "Today, my knife intent has reached a small level of perfection, and the Hundred Dragon Knife has increased to twenty-five. I was just looking for someone to test my skills! Immortal Water Lingbo, you came at the perfect time!"

The knife shadow flashed and disappeared, and in the next moment, it filled the sky, the knife light like dragons, almost obscuring the horizon.

Water Lingbo’s gaze suddenly turned cold. Lei Dong’s knife was like a free and unrestrained ink painting, wild and unrestrained, full of fighting spirit despite the lack of killing intent.

Her expression turned icy, and she drew a red sword, plunging straight down from the sky. The sword shadow flashed like the midday sun, colliding with the rising knife light.

Anyone who dared to block her path would only meet with 'death'!

A sharp sound rang out, and the sky suddenly burst with fierce gusts. The entire sky was filled with flying sand and stones. The trees on the ground, under the powerful wind, either broke or were uprooted.

Countless beasts and birds in the forest scattered in all directions.

Not far away, Zhao Yanran watched calmly, hands folded. Though she couldn’t control the air to fly, when she opened a red umbrella, her figure floated down gently.

After falling four hundred zhang, Zhao Yanran’s eyes suddenly focused, looking at a stone on a carriage below.

Though the sky was filled with powerful forces, it no longer attracted her attention. Her gaze was fixed on the boulder.

In the next moment, she smiled, understanding. With that person’s character, how could such a priceless treasure remain hidden in the dust?

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