Chapter 481
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Chapter 481: Borrowing Some Sword-Patterned Stones!
“I have returned your martial arts techniques to you!”
Su Yi cast a glance at Situ Muyang, his eyes gesturing at the martial arts scroll in Situ Muyang’s hand.
“But this has already been opened!”
Situ Muyang frowned. “This opened scroll is completely useless. It’s just like a piece of waste paper. What’s the use of returning it to me?”
“I just took a glance, and besides, I already returned it to you,” Su Yi said nonchalantly. Then, addressing the people around him, he added, “Moreover, Dark Spirit Fruits are the kind of thing where only one is enough. There’s no use in taking more than you need.”
“Then why do you want so many?”
“I’ll keep them. They’ll come in handy someday.”
“Bound Dragon Skies Wind Realm has a history. If you cultivate without permission, you will get into big trouble!”
“It’s alright, I won’t cultivate it!”
“Well, you should at least compensate me for this!”
“Compensation? That’s alright. I can take you out to look for Sword-patterned Stones.”
“Swish, swish…”
Two figures flew out from the mysterious space—Situ Muyang and Su Yi.
At this moment, both teenagers had changed into clean robes.
Situ Muyang was still wearing a black robe. Su Yi had also changed into the outer disciple attire of the Divine Sword School, though it could not conceal the unique aura radiating from him.
After emerging from the mysterious space, the two saw a vast, destroyed battlefield. Yet strangely, the massive bones that had once littered the area had disappeared.
“I don’t really know what happened, but I don’t think there is any danger,” Su Yi told Situ Muyang.
“Where did the bones go? They were extraordinary things,” Situ Muyang muttered, still pondering.
Although he suspected the disappearance of the bones might be related to Su Yi—the mysterious guy—he found it hard to believe.
After all, under that terrifying flaming storm, Su Yi had managed to block it and save everyone with the help of that treasure space. However, Situ Muyang didn’t think Su Yi could have hidden those massive bones. Even the largest space bag wouldn’t be able to fit them.
Those bones had a mysterious origin and must have belonged to an incredibly powerful being in life. Every part of them was a treasure. If brought back to the Divine Sword School, they could be studied for valuable insights.
“I don’t know either. Everything here is very mysterious.”
Su Yi shrugged. The fact that the bones had spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes made him feel an eerie sense of mystery.
“Let’s just think of a way to get out of this place. We don’t have many days left before we must leave the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. We still need to find enough Sword-patterned Stones. Otherwise, even if we leave, we won’t have a chance to fight on the Spirit Sword Peak!”
Situ Muyang didn’t dwell on the matter any further.
Entering this ancient and remote forest space had already taken up so much time. Considering the time spent refining the Spiritual Essence, only a few days remained before everyone had to exit the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. However, the Sword-patterned Stones they had collected were far from enough.
“Let’s go. It’s time to look for some Sword-patterned Stones!”
With a smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes, Su Yi said, “Those direct disciples should have obtained a lot of Sword-patterned Stones.”
“Swoosh, swoosh…”
Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind echoed from a distance. A figure was rapidly approaching.
“Has someone else come in…?”
Su Yi and Situ Muyang exchanged glances, realizing that someone else had appeared in this space. It seemed others had also found a way to enter.
“Whoosh…”
Soon, a young man appeared.
He was extraordinary—handsome, with dazzling eyes and an ethereal presence. Dressed in a battle robe, he exuded a remarkable and otherworldly aura.
“How long have you been inside?!”
The young man appeared to be just over twenty years old. The emblem of a direct disciple of the Divine Sword School was visible on his battle robe. He scanned the spacious battlefield before his gaze landed on Su Yi and Situ Muyang. A glimmer of light flickered in his eyes.
“How did you get in? Are there any other people with you?”
Situ Muyang and Su Yi also stared at the young man, looking at him curiously, wondering if he had companions.
Meng Xuan, the young man, was surprised to see them.
Despite their youth, the two boys were obviously from different levels of the school. One was clearly an outer disciple, while the other—though even younger—was unlikely to be a direct disciple.
Meng Xuan didn’t recognize them, which meant they had to be outer disciples. However, unlike most outer disciples, these two seemed completely indifferent to his presence, which made Meng Xuan feel slightly irritated.
“I’ll ask you again. How long have you been inside? Have you found anything unusual?” Meng Xuan’s expression grew serious.
“Why should I tell you? You’re being difficult. What can you do to me anyway?” Situ Muyang retorted, annoyed by the young man’s attitude.
“Do you think this guy has any Sword-patterned Stones on him?”
Su Yi glanced at Meng Xuan without much interest. He then turned to Situ Muyang with a mysterious smile.
“Sword-patterned Stones? He should have them!”
Situ Muyang was momentarily stunned before realizing Su Yi’s intent. Su Yi had already said he planned to forcibly take the Sword-patterned Stones from the direct disciples.
With only a few days left, Situ Muyang knew he had little choice. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have a chance to fight on the Spirit Sword Peak.
After spending time with Su Yi, Situ Muyang had started to agree that seizing the Sword-patterned Stones from the direct disciples was a good idea. After all, he had heard it from Su Yi over and over again.
Besides, this was the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords—there weren’t too many rules here.
“Do you have any Sword-patterned Stones on you, my friend? Could you lend me some?” Su Yi asked Meng Xuan with a polite smile.
“Could you repeat what you just said?”
Upon hearing Su Yi’s words, Meng Xuan’s expression darkened. A surge of energy stirred within him as he glared at the two boys.
He felt utterly disrespected—as if they didn’t acknowledge him at all.
“Lend Sword-patterned Stones? Hah! It’s obvious you’re just trying to rob me!”
“Why so loud? Isn’t he just borrowing a few Sword-patterned Stones?” Situ Muyang raised an eyebrow and looked at Meng Xuan calmly.
Although Meng Xuan was a direct disciple, Situ Muyang didn’t pay him much attention.
For a long time, Situ Muyang had wanted to test himself against a direct disciple of the Divine Sword School.
Moreover, after recently advancing to the fourth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm—breaking through two levels consecutively—he didn’t think much of the young man before him.
“Hahaha…”
Meng Xuan laughed, but his laughter was sinister. He looked at Su Yi and Situ Muyang and sneered, “I’m not interested in knowing who you two are, but let me say this one last time: tell me everything you’ve seen here, or else you will definitely regret it!”
Su Yi sighed softly and looked at Meng Xuan. “I’m not interested in knowing who you are either, but I’ll say this very seriously—hand over the Sword-patterned Stones and your space bag, or else I guarantee you will regret it!”
“Okay, okay, okay!”
Meng Xuan repeated the word three times, his eyes burning with anger.
He spoke with contempt, “It seems you outer disciples don’t even know your place. In that case, I’ll teach you both a lesson on behalf of the sect today!”
