My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 517 - 343 Buddhist Sword Spirit, Xingzi Town, Novice Expert (Subscribe and Vote for tickets, Brothers!)_3

Chapter 517: Chapter 343 Buddhist Sword Spirit, Xingzi Town, Novice Expert (Subscribe and Vote for tickets, Brothers!)_3

Li Bai sneered and looked straight ahead without glancing at Zhao Rong or responding.

His meaning was clear and obvious.

Kid, isn’t that a stupid question?

Zhao Rong looked at the man in front of him, hugging a sword, with his face turned towards him as he raised his head to gaze at the bright moon.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and slowly nodded in agreement.

This pose, in storybooks, was almost certainly that of a master swordsman.

Yet Zhao Rong always felt something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was at the moment.

Zhao Rong shook his head and didn’t dwell on it further.

He took a moment to size up the expert Li Bai, then suddenly extended his index finger, pointing at the sword in the man’s embrace.

Zhao Rong put on a stern face and spoke earnestly, "That sword of Uncle Bai must be very powerful, right?"

Li Bai heard this and nodded.

The man holding the sword also put on a serious face and confirmed earnestly, "Very powerful, it can split the entire Wangque Continent with one strike."

Zhao Rong drew in a breath of cold air and looked serious.

Li Bai also wore a solemn expression.

Just like that, the two of them stared at each other with straight faces, and for a brief moment, the atmosphere quieted down.

At this juncture, a strange tableau emerged on this corner of the street: two men, one large and one small, locked eyes, completely still.

But the next second, Zhao Rong’s expression changed.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I don’t believe it."

Li Bai laughed and declared loudly, "Don’t believe? Then take a look for yourself."

With that, his arms suddenly relaxed, and he tossed the sword he had been cradling directly to a bratty kid who had been peeking at it for quite some time.

Zhao Rong was slightly surprised inside, so easygoing?

However, his hands instinctively caught the flying sword, keeping his face expressionless.

Zhao Rong looked up at Li Bai, who was calm, and then weighed the ancient sword in his right hand; it was moderately heavy.

He had been dubious all along.

Now, Zhao Rong held the sword with both hands and looked down at it intently.

The design of the sword’s hilt was not only plain and unremarkable but also common as dirt.

It was the kind of sword hilt design one would often see on the street.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, there were a few sword designs that had almost become the standard template for swords everywhere, and the hilt of this sword was just like that—among the most popular few and even less novel than the style of Zhao Rong’s scholar sword.

This hilt looked nice, yes, but it was utterly uninspired because everyone was using it.

However, that was just the sword’s outward appearance; what really mattered was what lay inside...

After a moment of silence, Zhao Rong gripped the cloth-wrapped sword scabbard with his left hand and firmly grasped the hilt with his right.

The next instant, he pulled hard with his right hand, drawing the sword out by more than half.

Zhao Rong held his breath and focused on the body of the sword...

The blade of the ancient sword was simple and unadorned; its style was as plain as the hilt, matched perfectly, and felt all too familiar to him.

Clearly, it was identical to the common Three-foot Green Blade, which was popular at the foot of the mountain.

It was part of the oldest Ancient Sword pattern, which had been in vogue in the Xuanhuang Realm for tens of thousands of years. A visit to any blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain would suffice to purchase this Three-foot Green Blade without any need for customization—it had become the most mundane standard issue.

The Emperor Elector Sword came in this variety?

Zhao Rong’s brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.

He didn’t give up hope, his gaze searching the ordinary blade over and over, but he couldn’t find the two-character inscription he had in mind.

Instead, near the hilt of the blade, he noticed a strange, ancient-looking character he didn’t recognize.

But it wasn’t the two characters Zhao Rong was looking for.

Then, he completely withdrew the sword from its scabbard, scrutinizing it carefully from top to bottom, finding nothing else noteworthy.

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that back in Zhongnan Country, after Lin Wenruo mentioned Zhao Qingyi to him,

Gui had mentioned to dispel Zhao Rong’s doubts,

That every Emperor Elector Sword was inscribed with its glorious true name, which could not be hidden.

And the Emperor Elector Sword that went missing with Zhao Qingyi after the fall of the imperial elector residence in Fu Yao Continent’s capital was truly named... Tai Huang.

These two characters would be inscribed on the body of the sword...

Before long,Zhao Rong’s brow relaxed.

Without the two-character inscription, this sword was not Tai Huang.

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