Chapter 4372 Fragments of the Sword Ancestor of the Mortal World, Son of the Swordsmith
Despite this unexpected turn of events, Ye Guchen remained calm and composed.
He understood that the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor of the Human Realm was not so easy to obtain.
As the scene before Ye Guchen gradually became clearer.
He found himself inside a building that looked rather old.
The area around the building bears traces of soot from the flames.
In the center of the building stands a huge bronze furnace.
Among them are some swords that have been heated to a blazing red-hot state and are being forged.
A dark-skinned, bronze-colored man was forging something within it.
Beside the man was a child, whose details were obscured.
"Father, is this sword ready to be forged?"
The child asked curiously.
"Hehe, once some more Dao patterns are inscribed, it can be forged into shape."
"At that time, this sword will be offered to the royal family."
"Father is indeed amazing!" the child exclaimed.
"Heh, Chen'er, will you become a swordsmith like your father in the future?"
The child thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I also want to become a swordsmith, but I want to become the greatest swordsman in the world even more."
"Number one in the world, haha, being number one in the world isn't so easy."
"Let alone being the best in the world, if Chen'er can spar with some of the sons of the Emperor of my Xuan Yuan Dynasty in the future, that would already be quite remarkable."
The Emperor of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty is the number one swordsman in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty.
His descendants were all outstanding individuals.
This middle-aged man was a forger who specialized in forging weapons for the Xuan Yuan Dynasty's royal family.
"I definitely will!" the child said, clenching his fist.
Seeing this blurry scene.
Ye Guchen's expression also froze.
Because the true name of the Human Sword Ancestor is Jian Chen!
"Could these be fragments of the memories of the former Sword Ancestor of the Human World?" Ye Guchen wondered.
Then, the scene changes.
In the years that followed, the child learned to forge and repair swords.
It can be said that his entire life was intertwined with the sword.
Even when resting, he was carrying a sword.
Even Ye Guchen couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.
From his very young age, the Human Sword Ancestor had already displayed monstrous talent in swordsmanship.
Even when he was forging swords, many of the swords around the weapon-forging workshop would subtly resonate with him as he forged them.
Ye Guchen is certain.
In the earliest days, the Human Sword Ancestor did not possess any special physical constitution.
If I had to pinpoint any talent, it would be an extraordinary swordsman's heart.
The scene was hazy and indistinct, fleeting in an instant.
The next moment, the scene before me became clear again.
It was located in a place resembling a royal garden.
The boy, dressed in simple clothes, faced a group of richly dressed young men and women, who were clearly disciples of royalty and nobility.
The leader, a young man in a bright yellow robe, had an arrogant look in his eyes.
Looking at this unassuming young man, who was none other than the young Sword Ancestor of the Human Realm, Jian Chen.
"Oh, isn't this the son of the most famous swordsmith in my Xuan Yuan Dynasty?"
"Did you come here to spy on my royal family members practicing swordsmanship and martial arts?"
"You should know that this is a capital offense."
This young man was the ninth son of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, who was the most favored by the emperor. He was pampered from a young age and had a proud and arrogant personality.
"I just wandered into this place by mistake," Jian Chen said calmly.
"Hmph, even if I showed you the sword manual, you still wouldn't be able to learn it."
"Like begets like."
"Since you are the son of a swordsmith, you can only be a swordsmith for the rest of your life."
"What you need to do is to forge the best swords for our royal family."
"If it can't be made, then it's useless."
Jian Chen said nothing and turned to leave.
"Wait, no matter what, entering this place is a violation."
"Next, they'll be my practice targets."
The Ninth Prince's eyes held a hint of amusement.
Those around him looked at Jian Chen with a mocking smile and a hint of pity.
Jian Chen frowned.
However, the Ninth Prince attacked without saying a word.
His aura exploded, indicating that his cultivation level was not weak.
As for Jian Chen, no matter what, he was just the son of a swordsmith.
Although they were exceptionally talented, their cultivation resources were nowhere near those of these princes and nobles.
at this time.
Ye Guchen watched this illusion unfold.
Suddenly, my mind went blank.
The next moment, he was shocked to find that the Ninth Prince had drawn his sword directly at him!
"What's going on? I've become the Sword Ancestor of the Mortal Realm?!"
Ye Guchen was startled.
He had been observing the fragments of the Sword Ancestor's memories from the perspective of an outsider.
But now, he seems to have become a young sword ancestor among men!
the most important is.
Ye Guchen could not possibly use his own power.
He could only use the power of the young Jian Chen.
He was physically weak and of average skill, but he had a thorough understanding of the way of the sword.
In the eyes of the young Human Sword Ancestor.
Even the Ninth Prince is an extremely troublesome enemy.
At that moment, Ye Guchen vaguely understood.
What exactly is this so-called test?
Ye Guchen didn't think much and made his move directly.
Even with only the weakest body.
But that kind of swordsmanship still exists.
Then, a flash of cold light appeared.
Everyone was stunned.
Blood splattered.
The Ninth Prince's right arm, which was holding the sword, was suddenly severed!
"Damn it, you...you lowly slave!" The Ninth Prince roared, his face pale.
Many powerful figures gathered in the sky surrounding the palace, arriving as they flew through the air upon hearing the sound.
The next moment, the scene before Ye Guchen's eyes blurred again.
"what happened……"
Ye Guchen frowned slightly.
But he believed that if it were the Sword Ancestor of the Human Realm, he would make the same choice as him.
However, a moment later.
The blurry scene before my eyes became clear again.
Young Jian Chen stood in the rain.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Jian Chen looked at his father, whose hair was gray and who looked exceptionally old.
"I'm fine. You've far exceeded my expectations, kid."
“That Ninth Prince was a prodigy nurtured with all the resources of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, yet you cut off his arm.”
"It's all my fault..." Jian Chen clenched his fist.
"It's alright, but from now on, I will be staying in the Xuan Yuan Dynasty to forge swords for His Majesty."
"You should leave with your aunt," the man said earnestly.
"When can I come back?" Jian Chen asked.
"Heh...then come find your father when you become the greatest swordsman in the world!" The man laughed heartily.
Jian Chen nodded emphatically.
The scene before my eyes blurred again, and then the picture shifted, showing another period of time passing by.
And then the scene that appears next.
It is an imperial city built on blood and fire.
Beneath the imperial city lie the corpses of many powerful figures from the Xuan Yuan Dynasty.
A young swordsman, holding a long sword, his blue robe stained with blood like peach blossoms.
His gaze fell upon the void above the imperial city.
A middle-aged man wearing a dragon crown and imperial robe.
Where is my father?
The young swordsman spoke each word clearly.
It was Jian Chen who had returned.
The man in the dragon crown and imperial robe looked at Jian Chen and let out a chilling laugh.
"I never imagined that the son of that swordsmith would become the number one swordsman who swept across thirteen kingdoms."
“Back then, you injured my son’s arm, and I originally intended to execute you.”
"But he wanted to pay with his life."
"However, he is still a swordsmith, so he still has some value."
"I then placed him under house arrest in the weapon forging workshop, where he forged weapons and swords day and night."
"But it must be said that the swords he forged were indeed perfect."
"As for whether you want to see him, of course you can."
"Now, you and your son can be reunited..."
As Emperor Xuan Yuan finished speaking, a strange and chilling smile appeared on his face.
Then, a cyan sword embryo emerged from his palm!
"Your father is right here!" (End of Chapter)
