Chapter 81: The Celestial Mystic Treasure

“So this is the Chongwu you mentioned to me last time?”
“That’s right, this is Chongwu!” The Celestial Demon’s tone was heavy, clearly full of both admiration and wariness toward the strange heavy sword before them.

“What? Is there some grudge between you two?”
“Yes. In ancient times, we crossed paths once! That wretched thing dealt me a blow. Look, the sword scar on the lower left corner of my coffin’s lid was left by this fellow.”

“It actually scarred you? Then it’s probably not just any ordinary sword.” Qin Feng’s voice betrayed surprise, but even more so, a gleeful satisfaction. Anything capable of injuring the Celestial Demon in a direct confrontation could not possibly be ordinary.

“It’s alright. It barely ranked in the upper middle among the Supreme Mystical Treasures of the Ancient Era. Compared to me... well, it’s a bit stronger, just a tiny bit. But now, it probably wouldn’t even pass for an ordinary high-grade mystical treasure.” The Celestial Demon sighed softly, offering an explanation.

Supreme Mystical Treasures of the Ancient Era? Qin Feng was momentarily taken aback. He asked, “What’s that?”

“Oh, I forgot you don’t know about the Supreme Mystical Treasures. It was a register from the ancient times, listing all the most powerful mystical treasures and their divine abilities. Every ancient mystical treasure was already immensely powerful, and those that survived to the present are coveted by every cultivator. But only two hundred and eighteen ever bore the title ‘Supreme’.”

“Two hundred and eighteen?!”
Qin Feng’s gaze returned to Chongwu, his eyes glowing a greedy green.

“What a treasure. But if it’s so valuable, why didn’t the people of Shu Sword Mountain keep it safe? Why just leave it lying here? And why did you say it isn’t even a high-grade mystical treasure anymore?”

“The people of Shu Sword Mountain couldn’t recognize its worth if their lives depended on it! Besides, the sword has lost its former glory, and its sword spirit seems to have been sealed by some mysterious force. Draw it out and you’ll understand.” The Celestial Demon’s tone was odd, as if unwilling to say more.

Qin Feng was puzzled, but his focus was all on Chongwu, so he didn’t dwell on it. He pressed on, “How am I supposed to claim it then? You said the sword spirit is sealed? Could it be...?”

As a certain possibility occurred to him, Qin Feng’s heart suddenly leaped.

“Pull it out. Use brute force. The sword may have a spirit, but it’s already sealed. Among all the younger generation disciples of Shu Sword Mountain, you’re probably the only one strong enough to draw it out by force.” The Celestial Demon sighed and urged him on.

“Alright!”
Qin Feng stepped forward, grasped the sword’s hilt with both hands, and the instant his hands closed around it, he felt as if a ferocious, gigantic beast leapt from the hilt, lunging at him.

Qin Feng was startled!
Thankfully, the Supreme Tai’e Insight began to circulate, steadying his mind.

“What a strange sword. No wonder all the other swords fear it—this thing is practically a peerless beast!”

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng summoned all his strength and pulled with all his might.

But no matter how hard he tried, Chongwu didn’t budge an inch!

“Damn it, I’m not giving up on you today!”

With that, a fierce determination overtook him. Qin Feng’s mystical energy surged wildly through his body as he grasped the hilt again and roared—

“Three Thousand Divine Dragon Force—rise for me!”

His cry rang out, scattering dust and whipping up strong winds. Luckily, Sword Burial Mountain was vast, and Qin Feng’s location was remote, so few noticed the commotion.

A hundred thousandfold force burst from Qin Feng’s hands. Chongwu still refused to move, but Qin Feng sensed, almost imperceptibly, that the sword was beginning to tremble ever so slightly.

Yes, it was a strange sensation, as if the sword itself was beginning to respond, as if it wanted to follow him.

Was this the effect of the Three Thousand Divine Dragon Force?

Qin Feng was elated!

With that, he redoubled his efforts. His arms thickened, veins and arteries bulged across his chest and neck, and even the twin black pythons within him awoke to lend their strength.

At that moment, every ounce of power Qin Feng could muster was focused on drawing out the sword.

The trembling grew more intense.

Though the effort was immense, Qin Feng was overjoyed, for he knew that this struggle meant Chongwu was resisting.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Anxious, Qin Feng was just about to try again when suddenly the Celestial Demon emerged from his arm, its demonic eyes flashing. A crimson beam shot into Chongwu’s blade, causing the strange scales along the sword to ripple like waves, then tremble even more violently.

This final tremor shook Qin Feng so hard his organs seemed to turn upside down, nearly killing him.

But after the quivering subsided, Chongwu slowly quieted and, following Qin Feng’s strength, began to rise from the earth. At last, with a thunderous boom, as the sword came free, Qin Feng himself was thrown off his feet, flying through the air with sword in hand.

“So heavy!”

That was Qin Feng’s first impression upon grasping Chongwu; even with his overwhelming strength, he could barely lift it.

When he looked at the sword, Qin Feng was stunned.

Chongwu was only half a sword—its break was clean, and the front half was missing.

“It’s broken? It’s actually a shattered sword!”

No wonder the Celestial Demon said it was no longer the treasure it once was.

Before Qin Feng could recover from his disappointment, a thunderous rumble echoed out from the spot where Chongwu had been embedded. The entire body of Sword Burial Mountain began to split apart.

Qin Feng didn’t dare linger. He dragged Chongwu and ran up the mountainside.

The tremors grew louder and louder. Countless flying swords, shaken loose, fell from the sky as a massive fissure followed Qin Feng, widening and climbing up the mountain.

“Damn it, no way!”

“Run, quick!”

All the way, Qin Feng shouted warnings to the others seeking swords, urging them to flee. But they ignored him—only when the fissure reached their feet did they realize disaster was upon them and scrambled for their lives. The crack widened, splitting from the mountain’s base into multiple branches, spreading in all directions. Accompanied by deafening rumblings, it seemed as if the entire Sword Burial Mountain might collapse.

None of this had occurred to Qin Feng.

How could he have known that removing Chongwu would affect the whole mountain?

Could it be that, without Chongwu, the mountain’s gravity had lost its balance and was now out of control?

That seemed likely!

He truly was a harbinger of chaos—wherever he went, trouble followed. At Tianfeng City, the city fell into turmoil. Now, at Shu Sword Mountain, he’d brought the mountain down on their heads... Disaster followed him everywhere!

Chaos!

The entire scene devolved into pandemonium. Countless visitors scattered in terror, running wildly across the mountainside, while the mountain’s stewards flew about on their swords, desperately trying to maintain order and recover the falling blades. But they were powerless to stop the mountain’s collapse—such a thing had never happened before.

Just as the mountain’s destruction reached its peak, a strange distortion rippled through the sky above, and three people appeared.

At the front was a refined middle-aged man, his hair jet-black but his temples and eyebrows pure silver. Those silver brows, like twin swords, lent a stern and solemn air to his face, making him seem dignified and imposing.

Just behind him to the left stood a woman in palace robes, her beauty unmatched, her eyes smiling yet cold, radiating an unapproachable chill. Her elegant bearing and noble demeanor were unquestionable, and her closeness to the silver-browed man suggested they were a married couple.

Beside the woman was an extraordinarily handsome young man, also sporting silver brows. He was about Qin Feng’s age, but his lips curled in a devilish smile, and his shifting, searching gaze held a deep, hidden wickedness that made many of the Shu Sword Sect’s female disciples deeply uncomfortable.

The moment the silver-browed man appeared, the air itself seemed to freeze. Everyone looked upon him with awe and reverence.

Without exception, all bowed in his direction, saluting, “Greetings, Sect Master!”

This man was none other than the leader of Shu Sword Mountain—

Li Xingjian!