I Have A Sword

Chapter 403: Ye Guan Killed Me

The old man and the woman stared in disbelief at Ye Guan.

The woman's eyes were wide open. Sword Intent!

It was her first time witnessing such a terrifying sword intent. The young man's sword intent was so strong it seemed capable of destroying the world.

Who is he? The woman's heart welled up with tumultuous emotions.

The old man's expression was grave as he said, "What a dreadful sword intent. I reckon that even the ancestors of the Shushan Sword Sect don't have such a terrifying sword intent."

The woman nodded; her gaze was fixed on Ye Guan, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of astonishment and perplexity. "Did he suffer a backlash?"

"I don't know," the old man said with a shake of his head. He then turned to the woman and asked, "What should we do next, Miss?"

The woman stared quietly at Ye Guan for a moment before saying, "First of all, let's attend to his injuries."

The old man nodded, and the two helped Ye Guan to a quiet courtyard.

The woman hesitated briefly while staring at the young man on the mat. She extended two fingers and held them horizontally in front of the young man's nose.

Moments later, she sighed in relief—the young man was still breathing.

The old man's expression remained serious as he said, "I didn't expect that I'd encounter a master here. Perhaps the sword of the Xuanyuan Clan will accept him."

The woman remained quiet.

The old man was about to say something, but Ye Guan's eyes abruptly shot wide open. He flinched upon seeing the old man and the woman, but he quickly looked around.

"Am I in the Ten Thousand Swords Manor?" he asked.

The woman nodded. "Yes, you are."

Ye Guan attempted to sit up but was astonished to find his entire body emitting waves of pain and numbness. He felt like he had just finished an extremely exhausting workout.

Ye Guan's face darkened. He was on the verge of shattering the seal in him, but someone else appeared to suppress him. In other words, there were two culprits behind the seal on the entire planet.

Ye Guan felt wronged. Still, he could only sigh to himself and admit that he was too weak to fight the two culprits. If he were to remain weak forever, would that mean he would be suppressed indefinitely?

Ye Guan closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

He did not want to give up.

Just then, the old man asked, "May I know your name?"

Ye Guan snapped back to reality and replied, "My name is Ye Guan."

Ye?

The old man and the woman exchanged glances. The Ye Clan wasn't one of the four major clans of Yanjing.

Ye Guan wanted to get up, but his legs were too weak to support his weight. Ye Guan sighed once more and realized that he had narrowly avoided death. The assailants had held back against him. Otherwise, he would have died earlier.

The woman suddenly produced a small pill and handed it to Ye Guan. "Mr. Ye!"

Ye Guan examined the pill and asked, "What is that?"

"It's an Energy Recovery Pill. As its name states, it restores your energy," the woman replied.

Ye Guan cupped his fist to express his gratitude before taking away the pill and consuming it. The pill instantly melted into a thin layer of spiritual energy inside his body.

"Miss, did that pill contain spiritual energy?" Ye Guan asked.

The woman nodded.

Ye Guan's expression changed slightly. Spiritual energy was scarce here, so the pill he had just consumed had to be extremely precious.

"Miss, that pill must have been precious," Ye Guan said while staring at the woman.

"That pill was just a tiny gesture of appreciation on my end; you don't have to worry about it," the woman replied with a shake of her head.

"I'll remember this favor," Ye Guan replied with a smile.

The woman didn't reply, but the old man seemed delighted. A pill in exchange for a master's elite was nothing.

Ye Guan recovered quickly after absorbing the Energy Recovery Pill. He stood up and glanced outside, noting the darkening sky.

"I'm leaving," Ye Guan said and turned around to leave.

"Mr. Ye!" the woman called out and said, "You said earlier that you came here to buy a sword. Do you still want a sword?"

"Yes." Ye Guan nodded.

The woman nodded and opened her palm.

A magical scene happened afterward as a sword materialized slowly over her palm.

The sword was one meter long and two fingers wide. It emitted a cold air, and the cold gleam on its blade was enough to send a shiver down the spine of those staring at it.

The woman extended the sword over to Ye Guan and said, "This sword's name is Yunxiu, and this sword is my gift to you; please accept it."

The old man looked at the woman. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he decided to refrain from doing so in the end.

Ye Guan stared at the sword. He opened his palm, and the sword flew toward his hand with just a thought on his end.

The woman's pupils constricted at the sight, and the old man was visibly astonished.

Inspecting the sword, Ye Guan could see that it was way inferior to the Qingxuan Sword and the Path Sword. Of course, a sword of this caliber had to be a treasured sword in Huaxia.

Ye Guan stared at the woman and asked, "Is this your personal sword?"

The woman nodded.

Ye Guan frowned. "Why do you want to give this to me?"

"I believe the sword suits you better than me," the woman replied calmly.

Ye Guan was silent for quite a while before he smiled. "What's your name?"

"My name is Xuanyuan Ling," the woman replied.

Ye Guan nodded, and his gaze landed on Xuanyuan Ling's ring. "Does that ring have a space inside of it to store objects?"

"Yes, it does," Xuanyuan Ling replied.

"Can you hand it over to me?" Ye Guan asked.

Xuanyuan Ling took off the ring on her hand and handed it over to Ye Guan. He was stunned upon seeing that the ring truly had a space inside of it, but the space inside of it was just a few cubic meters, which was exceptionally small when it came to storage rings.

He also had to use a bit more spiritual energy to open it compared to storage rings.

Looking at Xuanyuan Ling, Ye Guan asked, "Can you give it to me?"

Xuanyuan Ling nodded. "Yes."

Ye Guan laughed heartily and said, "Give me a paper and a pen!"

The old man was puzzled upon hearing that, but Xuanyuan Ling bowed deeply toward Ye Guan and exclaimed, "Many thanks, senior!"

The old man snapped back to reality at Xuanyuan Ling's words. He turned around and left to fetch a piece of paper and a pen.

Ye Guan picked up the pen and started writing. Xuanyuan Ling's eyes brightened upon seeing the words Ye Guan had written on the piece of paper. Ye Guan's strokes were vigorous and powerful; each stroke was like a sword, and the pen appeared to carry his domineering Sword Intent. contemporary romance

Soon, Ye Guan finished writing. He put down the pen and turned to Xuanyuan Ling before saying, "Miss Ling, the mnemonics for a cultivation method and a sword art is written on this piece of paper. However, everything still depends on your fate."

Xuanyuan Ling bowed deeply and exclaimed, "Many thanks, senior!"

Ye Guan smiled and corrected her. "Just call me Ye Guan; I'm not that old, anyway."

Xuanyuan Ling hesitated briefly before saying, "A-Alright."

"Farewell!" Ye Guan said and turned around to leave.

Xuanyuan Ling stared at Ye Guan's departing figure and muttered, "Ye... Guan..."

Ye Guan turned.

Xuanyuan Ling explained, "Can you leave me your contact information?"

Contact information? Ye Guan pondered briefly over what she meant before saying, "Sure."

He took out the phone Su Zi had bought for him and handed it over to Xuanyuan Ling.

"Do it yourself," he said.

Xuanyuan Ling glanced at Ye Guan before taking the phone. Xuanyuan Ling swiftly navigated to the contacts section of the phone and was stunned to see that there was only one name in Ye Guan's contact list—Su Zi.

Xuanyuan Ling glanced at Ye Guan before entering her own number in Ye Guan's contact list and returning the phone.

Ye Guan put the phone away and smiled. "I'll see you later if fate permits it!"

With that, Ye Guan finally left.

When Ye Guan disappeared from their line of sight, the old man turned to Xuanyuan Ling and asked, "Miss, why did you not ask him to become your mentor? That was a rare opportunity, and you may have missed it."

"Why would I?" Xuanyuan Ling calmly asked, "Isn't it better for us to be friends?"

The old man had no idea what to say.

Xuanyuan Ling closed her eyes slowly and muttered, "Su Zi... the Su Corporation? Right, isn't the day after tomorrow her birthday? I remember that Su Mu had sent us an invitation to her birthday."

The old man nodded, "Yes, but you declined."

"Tell them that I'll be there," Xuanyuan Ling said.

The old man nodded. "Alright!"

Xuanyuan Ling turned around and started walking away with a trembling heart while holding a piece of paper. The mnemonics of the sword art and cultivation method Ye Guan had written earlier were on the piece of paper.

A glance was enough for Xuanyuan Ling to determine that Ye Guan had written a priceless cultivation method and sword art. Xuanyuan Ling felt as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

The Xuanyuan Clan's rise was nigh.

...

Ye Guan saw that Xiao Xue was still waiting for him in the car. He hurriedly got into the car, and Xiao Xue immediately asked, "Mr. Ye, are we going back to Purple County?"

Ye Guan thought for a moment and shook his head. "No."

Xiao Xue asked, "Where are we going, then?"

"Just find me a place to stay," Ye Guan replied.

Xiao Xue glanced at Ye Guan through the rearview mirror and said, "I'll arrange a room for you, Mr. Ye."

"I believe in you." Ye Guan nodded."

Xiao Xue nodded lightly and said, "Thank you."

The car drove off and disappeared into the night.

Soon, Xiao Xue's brows were furrowed.

"Someone is following us, right?" Ye Guan asked.

Xiao Xue nodded without saying anything.

"Stop the car," Ye Guan said. (f)ree

Xiao Xue hesitated for a moment before asking, "Should I inform—"

"No need." Ye Guan interrupted with a smile, "Just pull over."

"Okay," Xiao Xue could only nod and pull over.

Ye Guan glanced at Xiao Xue and said, "Wait for me; it won't take long."

Xiao Xue cast a confused gaze upon Ye Guan.

Ye Guan stood on the roadside, seemingly waiting for someone. They were in a secluded area with sparse traffic and few pedestrians.

Just then, a car pulled over not too far away from Ye Guan, and a middle-aged man alighted from the car. The middle-aged man was none other than Muwu from the Future Clan, and as usual, he was carrying a broadsword on his back.

Muwu stopped a few meters away from Ye Guan and asked, "Were you waiting for me?"

Instead of replying, Ye Guan opened his palm, and a sword shot out like lightning from his palm.

Muwu's eyes constricted. He reached out for his broadsword, but the sword had already pierced his forehead. Blood spilled on the ground as Muwu's head cracked open from the forehead.

Muwu's eyes widened in disbelief. How was this possible? It didn't make sense for him to die just like this!

Ye Guan walked up to Muwu and searched the latter's corpse.

Ye Guan found a few dollars and an atm card, but he found no spirit stones.

Ye Guan cast a disappointed gaze at Muwu and asked, "How come you're so poor?"

He then stood up and started walking away.

"Wait." Ye Guan stopped upon recalling something and asked, "How much did the Li Family pay you?"

"How do you—" Muwu unconsciously blurted out, and he stopped mid-sentence upon realizing that Ye Guan had just fished out a crucial piece of information out of him.

Ye Guan didn't respond and continued walking away.

Muwu slowly fell to the ground. He refused to close his eyes and greet death, as he was dissatisfied by how he had perished. It was unfair! He had yet to even pull out his broadsword!

Muwu recalled something and took out his phone to send a final text message.

[Ye Guan killed me. Avenge me.]

Muwu's text instantly reached the phones of the members of the Future Clan...

Ye Guan got into the car and said, "Let's go to the Li Family!"

Xiao Xue's voice was trembling as she asked, "The Li Family? W-what are we doing there?"

"Damage control," Ye Guan replied calmly, "So we have to move quickly."