Chapter 1 Museum

Ding-dong—

The museum door was pushed open, making a soft, tinkling sound.

Sunlight poured in through the cracks in the windows and door, landing in the somewhat aged museum. The visitor brought in dust that swirled and settled, the tiny particles sparkling like gold in the sunlight.

There was no one in the museum; the owner didn't seem to be around.

So, the guest who had stumbled upon this place slowed his pace, filled with a hint of curiosity. He waited for the shopkeeper to return while slowly looking around. It was rare to find a museum in an old street like this in this day and age. He walked slowly among the counters where the paint was already peeling.

He saw simple pottery, plain walking sticks, and broken swords on display.

The warm sunlight made him feel lazy and languid.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the counters bathed in the warm sunlight seemed to be covered in a flowing, age-old light, carrying the warm feeling of having passed through distant years. The guest subconsciously raised his hand, reaching out, the pads of his fingers touching the transparent barrier. It felt cold.

In front of him was a broken blade.

It emanated an extremely rich and sharp chill. Even through the transparent barrier, he could feel wisps of coldness, almost making his palm feel a prickling pain. He instinctively withdrew his hand, gazing at the broken blade, and saw a piece of white paper underneath. It had been blank before, but now he saw traces gathering, turning into brushstrokes.

He subconsciously read aloud:

"[Baihu Pojun Blade]" (White Tiger, Army Destroyer Blade)

"One of the Four Spirits, the White Tiger, died in the battle of Guixu, its blade shattered and its spirit extinguished."

"Hidden here."

The guest immediately felt it was absurd and outrageous, and subconsciously said, "The White Tiger of the Four Symbols? This, isn't this a god from legends? How could it have its blade? And it says it has already fallen? This has to be a joke... Hey, hey, how is that possible..."

In his shock, he subconsciously pressed down a little harder with his palm.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt the sealed blade tremble violently, the coldness almost tearing his palm apart, and then blood flowed from the wound, as if golden sword energy had penetrated into his palm, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"This, this is..."

As the guest was shocked, he suddenly heard a laughing voice behind him.

"Are you a guest?"

"Ah, planning to buy this blade? You have good taste..."

He subconsciously raised his head, and as he turned around, he felt a cold sensation on his cheek. It collided with the burning blood, causing him to shudder comfortably. He turned around and saw a young man in a butler's uniform with a smile on his face, holding a glass with a soft drink and several ice cubes inside.

"How about it, little guest, want a drink?"

"Ah, I, okay, sure."

The guest turned around and subconsciously answered, then reached out and took the drink.

The highly polished glass reflected his face.

It was a young man, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a plain school uniform. However, because he practiced martial arts, he didn't look small. He sat on the sofa, holding the drink, looking somewhat restrained.

He couldn't help but feel restrained.

The man, who claimed to be the temporary manager of the museum, was wearing an extremely elegant butler's uniform, slowly wiping a glass with a smile on his face. His face was so handsome that it bordered on the demonic, and his eyes held a smile.

Perhaps it was just his imagination.

The boy always felt that there was a hint of purple in those eyes, giving him a great sense of pressure.

Another man returned to the museum. He looked simple and honest, but when he raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled. He possessed a kind of power that made the boy subconsciously lower his head, not daring to look directly at him. He felt a little regret in his heart, regretting why he had suddenly pushed open this door.

"Don't be so restrained, look around if you want."

"You can call me Shui-ge (Brother Shui)."

"As for that one over there, you can just call him Lao Lu (Old Lu), or you can call him veteran."

The young man in the butler's uniform said with a smile.

However, the boy was still somewhat uneasy, holding the glass with both hands. It seemed that only the feeling of the glass could ease the burning sensation in his palm, which had been stimulated by the blade. He made up his mind not to answer, so the two employees of the museum ignored him.

However, the museum didn't seem as deserted as its location.

In a short period, several groups of people came.

Among them were people he had seen on the internet—

Some were tycoons of this era, and some were top experts of this era.

But unexpectedly, these people all showed interest in the broken blade.

In particular, a young swordsman who came from the martial world and had trained in the Great Wilderness expressed extremely sincere and fervent intentions, but the museum employee casually stated a price that the swordsman and the wealthy businessman could not afford in ten lifetimes, making the boy click his tongue.

Wow, who could come up with that kind of price?

It was obvious that they didn't want to sell it!

The extraordinarily handsome butler with the pair of purple eyes seemed to have guessed the boy's thoughts, and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm selling it too expensive?"

The boy quickly shook his head, "No, no, no!"

"You're selling it very reasonably, very reasonably!"

The butler in the uniform rested his elbows on his knees, smiling slightly, "Expensive, has its own reason to be expensive."

"This is the blade of the Four Spirits White Tiger, even if only half of it remains, it's still a top-notch divine weapon."

He took out the broken blade and played with it in his hand, then suddenly smiled and looked at the boy, saying abruptly, "Want it?"

"Ah, want... cough, cough, I, I mean, don't want it, don't want it."

The boy almost subconsciously said what he was thinking.

This blade always gave him a familiar feeling.

But he immediately took back his words, this blade was so expensive, he couldn't afford it!

The purple-eyed youth smiled, looking at the restrained boy, and suddenly his hand shook, and the blade left behind after the White Tiger's death fell, landing at the boy's hand, and then said lazily, "If you want it, I can send it back to you."

The boy was startled, not hearing the [return] after the word send.

Instead, he became more and more uneasy, "I, I can't afford it."

"It's okay, you don't have to buy it."

Kai Ming smiled and said:

"The White Tiger was once a member of the Kunlun lineage, and once made meritorious contributions in the Guixu battle and died."

"The later Lord of Guixu, and Kunlun, both remember him."

"If you want this blade, just take this blade and attend a wedding, there will be food and drink, and it's easy, how about it?"

"Wedding? Whose?"

"Whose?"

Kai Ming said leisurely, "Naturally, it is the wedding of the [Lord of Guixu] and the [Kunlun Celestial Maiden]."

"It's today."

"If you want to go, follow me."

The boy subconsciously wanted to let go of the blade, but the moment he grasped it, the thought of letting go disappeared instantly. Watching the young man walk away, he subconsciously stood up and followed after his back. The road ahead seemed to blur, no longer the familiar asphalt road, but a road leading to a mysterious place. The surrounding scenery had also changed drastically.

The boy walked step by step, faintly hearing the sound of instruments.

Stroking the hilt of the blade:

"Wedding?"

ps: Extra 1—

I never expected that I would post the wrong one.

I didn't even expect that I would start writing extras on the first day after the completion.

The best part is, who forced me to do this? It's me, it's me, ahhhhh!