Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 72 Sword Spirit

"Mr. Wu Tian, you must take a good look at this sword," Xiao Liang said joyfully, hoping Wu Tian would like it.

Upon hearing this, the young man grew displeased and scoffed, "Great-uncle, that sword is no ordinary item. How could some commoner possibly appreciate it?"

His great-uncle hadn’t been very welcoming when he’d arrived, yet here he was, treating a stranger of the same age with such kindness. The young man couldn’t stand it. He hadn’t achieved anything significant himself. In school, he was nothing more than a slacker known only for chasing girls. Yet, didn’t influential people treat him as an honored guest simply because they knew of his noble status? How could he possibly be outshone by a peer today?

Xiao Liang’s expression darkened. "Xiao Tian," he rebuked coldly, "this is my home, not the clan estate. This is not the place for you to act so insolently."

"Yes," Xiao Tian nodded, though his expression remained defiant.

He had brought along Xiao Zhan, a Martial Path teacher from the clan. Dressed in a Zhongshan suit with a sword at his waist, Xiao Zhan’s eyes were calm and impassive. Even when Wu Tian entered, his gaze remained unmoved. Only a worthy opponent could cause it to waver.

At that moment, Xiao Liang personally went into an inner room, returning with an antique chest that he placed on the large table in the main hall. The chest was made of golden-threaded nanmu wood, but that wasn’t what was important. Xiao Liang slowly opened it, revealing a sword inside. One could tell at a glance that it was an Ancient Sword, its hilt and scabbard mottled with rust.

"Hmm?"

Both Xiao Tian and Xiao Zhan exclaimed in surprise, having noticed something. The sword seemed to be moving faintly. Although the movement wasn’t obvious, it was noticeable if one looked closely. This brought an astonished look to Xiao Tian’s face, and a flicker of wonder crossed Xiao Zhan’s eyes as well. Having seen this before, Xiao Liang and Xia Qian’s expressions remained calm.

"Mr. Wu Tian, what do you think of this sword?" Xiao Liang asked, turning to Wu Tian. In his eyes, only Wu Tian could perceive the sword’s profound secrets.

"Great-uncle, are you sure you’re not asking the wrong person?" Xiao Tian interjected.

"I believe so as well," Xiao Zhan added faintly.

Xiao Liang was at a loss for words.

Wu Tian simply chuckled without saying a word. He had seen the truth of the matter the moment he laid eyes on the peculiar sword. It moved because it had developed a Sword Spirit. However, the Sword Spirit was lazy. Unable to find a master, it had simply been sleeping all this time. The sword’s slight movement was just it dozing off.

A sword in the mortal world developing a Sword Spirit... what a rarity, Wu Tian thought.

A Sword Spirit is sentient. Only someone it acknowledges can become its master, and those it deems unworthy cannot draw it from its sheath.

As the Immortal Emperor, Wu Tian naturally wouldn’t think much of such a sword. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, weapons like these were standard-issue for Disciples who passed the entrance tests for even the smallest Sects. In other words, while this sword might be a treasure here in the city, it was as common as dirt in the Immortal Emperor Realm.

Seeing Wu Tian remain silent, Xiao Tian was convinced he was right. This so-called Wu Tian didn’t understand a thing. His great-uncle must be getting old and senile to value such a fraud. "Let me draw it!" Xiao Tian announced, stepping forward. Impatient as ever, he grabbed the sword, placed his hand on the hilt, and prepared to pull it free.

Everyone present watched, curious to see if Xiao Tian could draw the sword.

Xiao Zhan narrowed his eyes, having seemingly thought of something. "Only a Swordsman it acknowledges can draw it," he said. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His words only fueled Xiao Tian’s excitement. If he drew the sword, wouldn’t that be a glorious testament to his status as a man acknowledged by the Sword Dao? Thrilled by the thought, he gave a mighty pull.

"Hm?"

He discovered it wouldn’t budge. Xiao Tian’s face soured. He gritted his teeth and pulled again with all his might, but the sword remained motionless in its scabbard.

Seeing this, Xia Qian couldn’t help but let out a small smile, and Xiao Liang also shook his head.

Observing this, Xiao Zhan also shook his head slightly. "Disciple, you still lack some finesse."

"Right, I’m just lacking a bit of finesse," Xiao Tian said, recognizing that Xiao Zhan was giving him a graceful way out. He smoothly added, "Teacher, I believe this sword must be waiting for you."

Only then did Xiao Zhan nod. He finally moved from the spot where he had been standing, his once-calm eyes now gleaming with life as he stepped forward and took the sword from Xiao Tian’s hands.

"Congratulations on acquiring such a fine sword, Teacher," Xiao Tian said in advance.

"Mm," Xiao Zhan acknowledged with a nod, tacitly accepting Xiao Tian’s claim that the sword was meant for him.

Xiao Liang’s expression soured. The sword belonged to him, and he had never said it would go to Xiao Zhan if he managed to draw it.

Under the watchful eyes of Xia Qian, Xiao Liang, Xiao Tian, and Wu Tian, Xiao Zhan’s lips curved into a smile, certain of his impending victory. He let out a great shout.

"Open!"

Xiao Zhan stomped his foot, and a powerful aura instantly surged from his body, stunning Xia Qian and Xiao Liang. At the same time, he tightened his grip, ready to pull the sword from its sheath.