"Well, there's nothing particularly important in today's meeting." Qing Shan Old Ancestor sat at the head and restored his dignity, saying, "I just want to inform you that I have received guidance from a higher power and my combat power has skyrocketed with the acquisition of a treasure blade. My battle with Xuan Wu is no longer a problem."
In his words, Qing Shan Old Ancestor was filled with pride, sweeping away the decadent color of the Qing Shan Gate.
"May our Qing Shan Gate be blessed."
The crowd exclaimed.
"So, you can rest assured!" Qing Shan Old Ancestor's loud voice echoed throughout the venue, "Do any of you have any other matters to discuss? If not, you can all disperse!"
The people at the bottom looked at each other, all with the same wish in their eyes.
Finally, the elder stepped forward respectfully and said, "Old Ancestor, can you let us see this treasured blade?"
With his words, everyone's hopeful gaze focused on Qing Shan Old Ancestor.
"Alright."
Qing Shan Old Ancestor nodded, reluctant as he was. But with so many people wanting to see it, he couldn't refuse.
"Then, keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully."
As he spoke, the venue fell silent.
Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes.
"Whoosh!"
A beam of light shone.
In just a moment, Qing Shan Old Ancestor withdrew the blade and smiled smugly, saying, "So, did you see it?"
"Old Ancestor..."
The people below were disappointed.
With Qing Shan Old Ancestor's speed, apart from a beam of light, they couldn't see anything else.
"Third Elder and Yu Wu Jie, please stay. The rest may leave,"
Qing Shan Old Ancestor's face was stern.
Reluctantly, the others left, leaving only the Third Elder with Yu Wu Jie.
"I wonder what important matter Old Ancestor has for the two of us to stay?" The Third Elder asked respectfully, hoping that Old Ancestor would compensate them for their losses.
"I'm sorry for destroying your mansion and injuring your disciples. Our sect has nothing to compensate you with. As an exception, I will let you two take another look at this blade." Qing Shan Old Ancestor said sincerely.
The Third Elder's face looked grim.
But being able to take another look at the treasured blade was still a form of compensation.
Qing Shan Old Ancestor took out the blade again, but it only lasted for a short while. However, the two of them could feel the blade's power and the strong martial intent it emitted. It was a peerless divine blade!
However, what surprised them was that the treasured blade that Qing Shan Old Ancestor treasured so much was a kitchen knife.
Yes, a kitchen knife.
But the two of them also clearly felt the power and strong martial intent emanating from the kitchen knife, which represented its unparalleled strength!
Yu Wujie became petty and used a recording jade slip to record the image of the knife he was given.
Qingshan Patriarch just glanced at him and said nothing.
After leaving Qingshan Hall, Yu Wujie hurried towards the outer gate. Along the way, many people pointed and whispered about him in secret, but due to his status, ordinary disciples dared not be too overt.
Nevertheless, this made him look very sullen.
"Wujie, are you hurt? How are you feeling?"
Finally, a slender figure in a long skirt walked toward Yu Wujie and spoke with concern.
She was Peng Ying, since officially joining the Qingshan Sect, her attire and temperament had improved qualitatively, and she looked even more beautiful.
"My eyesight is indeed good. With her appearance, she could easily rank in the top ten of Qingshan's most beautiful women."
A hint of complacency flashed across Yu Wujie's pale face. If it weren't for Peng Ying's good foundation, as the personal disciple of the elder, he wouldn't have taken a liking to a mortal who wasn't even qualified to enter Qingshan Sect.
Approaching Peng Ying, the hint of complacency disappeared from Yu Wujie's face, and he said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Your face looks so pale, how can you be fine?" Peng Ying looked worried and asked softly, "By the way, what happened? How did you get hurt in the Sect?"
Peng Ying's question seemed to have stirred up unpleasant memories in Yu Wujie's mind.
Shame mixed with fear.
At the moment when the knife was swung down, he thought he was going to die.
However, Yu Wujie quickly suppressed the fear on his face and said lightly, "The Patriarch got a treasure blade, but the blade was too powerful, and he couldn't fully control it. In a moment of carelessness, not only did it cut off my master's palace, but it also happened to swing towards me..."
At his words, Peng Ying's face changed.
Yu Wujie took a look at her and sighed, "I had to use a lot of effort to take this blow. It was almost my last resort, but I still got injured."
He looked apologetically at Peng Ying and said, "Yinger, I'm sorry. It's my fault for not being strong enough and causing you to worry."
"How could that be?" Peng Ying nervously grasped Yu Wujie's hand and comforted him, "You were able to take on the Patriarch's strike, which is simply a miracle. I'm afraid no other disciple could do it!"
"But what's the use? I still got injured," Yu Wujie shook his head in sadness.
"You're really strong and great," Peng Ying said.
Yu Wujie looked at her and asked, "Really?"
"Yes, you're the best in my heart," Peng Ying said.
"You're so kind, Yinger," Yu Wujie said. He moved his hand slightly and embraced Peng Ying, feeling the softness in his arms. Yu Wujie couldn't help but smile.
After a moment of intimacy, Peng Ying curiously asked, "By the way, Brother Wujie, what kind of blade was that from the Patriarch? How come even he couldn't control it?"
Yu Wujie squinted his eyes, but this time there was no pretense on his face. He said seriously, "This blade is indeed very terrifying."
"Oh?" Peng Ying raised an eyebrow.
"You'll know as soon as you see it," Yu Wujie waved his hand, and a piece of jade slip appeared in his hand. As the jade slip emitted a gentle light, a scene appeared in Peng Ying's eyes.