Chapter 337 The Swords of Xu Furen and Shulu

Qin Wangzheng's battle sword?

Wei Yuan was somewhat surprised by the old Daoist's harvest.

They agreed on a time over the phone. The old Daoist said he would have Zhang Hao pick up Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan changed his clothes and, after thinking about it, put on the jade dragon pendant. A mark left by Jue appeared on the back of his hand, a simple communication method left by the Heavenly Maiden to prevent him from encountering any danger again.

Wei Yuan quietly waited with his sword box. He had already had a heartfelt conversation with the previous Eight-Sided Han Sword and given it a good bath in divine blood, so it was now completely reborn.

It was placed in the sword box together with Zhang Daoling's Dharma Sword.

Wei Yuan told the water ghosts to keep watch in the museum. He was somewhat looking forward to the ancient sword that the old Daoist had mentioned. Even if it couldn't restore part of his true spirit, it would be a gain if he could glimpse the images hidden within the antique.

At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly noticed a middle-aged man in his thirties outside the door, pacing back and forth, hesitant, with an expression that suggested he was unsure whether or not to come in.

Then, he seemed to notice that Wei Yuan had seen him from inside the door. He scratched his head awkwardly, nodded, and turned to leave, a bit like a customer who intended to buy something but was too embarrassed to enter for some reason.

Wei Yuan pondered, but his shop wasn't the kind that needed to shout at people to come in and browse, so he didn't take the initiative to ask.

Before long, Zhang Hao arrived at the museum by car.

The old Daoist was sitting inside.

Wei Yuan had the water ghosts temporarily close the museum, then sat in the back seat. Before Zhang Hao could start the car, the old Daoist looked at the young museum owner in front of him and couldn't help but feel a hint of shock at the battle that had taken place in Yingtian Prefecture.

He controlled his emotions well and, as the car drove off, he told them the destination: a place where special action teams and Daoist sects protected special antiques, a hidden collection, mostly from the Qin and Han dynasties. The old Daoist had mentioned Wei Yuan's request to the people there, and a response came back a few days later.

It was about swords, two of them.

"Two?"

Wei Yuan asked.

The old Daoist replied, "Yes, two. These two swords were found in the tombs of princes and nobles of the Qin Dynasty. Of course, strictly speaking, they were tombs from the end of the Qin Dynasty, but these two swords are undoubtedly from the time of Qin Wangzheng. The fame of one of the swords isn't far behind that of Tai'a."

Wei Yuan asked, "What is it?"

The old Daoist took a breath and replied, "The sword of Xu Furen."

Wei Yuan remembered this sword, a short sword, or rather, a dagger.

Whether in the past or in modern textbooks, he had an impression of it. Of course, he had really seen this sword in the past. It was a weapon sought by Crown Prince Dan of Yan, used to test the sharpness of the blade on people, resulting in instant death. Historical records state that it was poisoned, but in reality, it was a talisman sword that could sever souls, used by Jing Ke to assassinate Qin Wangzheng.

The First Emperor kept this sword.

It represented one of the rare moments when he had been flustered.

He didn't expect to see the sword of Xu Furen again in this era. Wei Yuan asked, "What about the other sword?"

The old Daoist hesitated and shook his head, saying, "I don't know. I don't have much research into these antiques, but you can ask my old brother when you get there. He should know."

They traveled in silence.

The car soon arrived at its destination.

Wei Yuan and the old Daoist got out of the car, while Zhang Hao had to return. After Wei Yuan got out of the car, he suddenly remembered something he had seen in his dream, paused, and turned back to smile at Zhang Hao, saying, "By the way, Zhang Hao, next time you ask a girl out, why don't you try saying 'halving reagent' to her?"

Zhang Hao was stunned. He opened his mouth.

Thinking of the Heavenly Maiden, the three beautiful women next door to the museum, and the newly arrived painter in red, he suddenly felt a sense of sincere admiration, sincerely thanked Wei Yuan, and then said, "Museum owner Wei, is this your experience?"

Experience?

Wei Yuan's gaze fell on the communication mark left by the Heavenly Maiden on the back of his hand, and his mouth twitched.

"No."

He replied, "This is metaphysics."

...

Wei Yuan followed the old Daoist into this place, which was built in a hidden location and protected by a barrier.

It was a house with a very ancient flavor, built in the modern steel jungle, blending the past and modern technology, with a certain charm. The old Daoist walked in front, and Wei Yuan walked forward, admiring the scenery. A tall, muscular old man came out and greeted the old Daoist.

Then he looked at Wei Yuan and said in surprise, "Little guy, are you the one who wants to see my treasures?"

Little guy?

The corner of the old Daoist's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly urged, "Who else could it be?"

"Old Zhou, hurry up and get your things out!"

The old man surnamed Zhou grumbled about how impatient he was, but he turned around to retrieve the items. The old Daoist wiped his sweat, and Wei Yuan looked around. Before long, a sudden ringing sound came from the house, followed by the angry shout of the old man surnamed Zhou. Immediately afterward, a stream of dark light shot out, stabbing straight at Wei Yuan.

The qi was fierce, and although the killing intent wasn't obvious, it was extremely pure and concentrated.

The jade dragon pendant worn by Wei Yuan emitted a black light.

He understood the reason to some extent. It was because of the Xu Furen sword's obsession with the First Emperor's aura that the weapon felt hostility toward him. The old man surnamed Zhou couldn't catch up in time. Not knowing that Wei Yuan's sword box contained two sharp weapons, he didn't care about anything in his urgency. With a little force, another sword in his hand flew out, still in its scabbard.

Wei Yuan subconsciously raised his hand to grip the hilt and drew the sword.

The sound of the sword was clear and melodious, obviously a superior weapon made during the Warring States period. Retreating, Wei Yuan slashed down with the ancient sword in his hand. The Xu Furen sword paused, then stabbed straight at Wei Yuan's neck. The killing intent was locked on Wei Yuan, not the jade dragon pendant.

Wei Yuan frowned slightly and raised his hand.

His sword strike was powerful, landing squarely on the blade of the short sword. The Xu Furen sword, which was half the length, was knocked to the ground. After the erosion and passage of long years, the Xu Furen sword no longer possessed its former sharpness and was finally directly struck down, stuck upside down in the ground.

Wei Yuan looked at the ancient sword in his hand and felt a familiar aura on the blade.

It was the aura of a true spirit.

The two old men rushed forward and carefully picked up the Xu Furen sword, checking for any damage. Finally, they breathed a sigh of relief and put it in a brocade box to hide it away. Then they looked at Wei Yuan, who seemed to be in a daze. The old man surnamed Zhou leaned forward, staring at the ancient sword. Seeing that there were no traces of cuts on the blade, he was relieved.

Before he could speak, he saw Wei Yuan suddenly raise his hand and run his fingers along the spine of the sword. The ancient sword, which had been buried underground for so long, actually rang incessantly, as if rejoicing. An invisible gust of wind swept across the blade, directly sweeping away the traces of rust hidden on it, leaving behind only the cold light and baleful aura.

The rust, wrapped in sword energy, surrounded him, as if the young man also possessed a sense of vicissitudes.

The old man surnamed Zhou was stunned.

The old Daoist looked at the young man's peaceful expression as he held the sword calmly. Thinking of the woman carrying the Overlord Spear and the Heavenly Maiden in the flower shop, a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind, and he subconsciously asked, "Museum owner Wei, do you recognize this sword?"

Wei Yuan sheathed the sword and replied, "I recognize it."

How could he not recognize it?

He said, "This sword is called Shulu Sword, also known as Dulu."

"It is a sword for executing ministers, and together with the Xu Furen Sword, which is a sword for assassinating rulers, they can be considered opposites. It was once bestowed upon Wu Zixu by King Fucha of Wu. Wu Zixu died by the sword. He said he wanted to hang his eyes on the city wall to watch the kingdom of Wu be trampled. Later, Goujian did indeed trample the kingdom of Wu."

"Afterward, this sword also ended the life of Goujian's minister, Wen Zhong. If Fan Li hadn't left quickly, this sword might have killed him as well."

The old man surnamed Zhou subconsciously said, "Is this the famous sword that killed two ministers?"

"Two?"

He heard the young man pause and then reply, "No, it's three."

The Shulu Sword rang in its scabbard.

Wei Yuan held the sword, and strands of the true spirit aura, hidden for a long time, returned to the blade.

...

The Shulu Sword, a sword for a king to execute his ministers.

It should have been the fortieth year of the reign of Qin Shi Huang, but now it was the third year of Qin Ershi.

A ship docked on the coast of the East Sea.

When Yuan, no longer the young man he once was, wearing the jade dragon pendant, stepped onto the land of Qin, it was completely different from the previous two departures. He was already thirty years old. He raised his head, looked at the vast sky, and gripped the Great Qin Black Ice Terrace battle sword in his hand, embarking on the road back to Xianyang.

This is my second time returning here.

We did find the elixir of immortality—

But His Majesty is no longer here.

Long live our Emperor.

However, the three immortal mountains overseas are not mystical.

Therefore,

We severed the nascent native primordial divinities born on the many islands beyond the East Sea and the Japanese archipelago.

And used this to refine the elixir of immortality.

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