Holy Sword from the Stars

Although Lu Qingyuan was puzzled by Wang Hong's identity, the brick in her hand intrigued her more. Its aura reminded her of that mysterious, naturally formed ruin, and the things there...

Wang Hong leaned against her and slid down slowly and helplessly. Lu Qingyuan slapped Wang Hong on the head in disgust and pushed him aside.

This tap seemed to open a floodgate, and a fragment of memory suddenly flashed through Wang Hong's mind, plunging him into recollection...

In a daze, he felt as if he were in a fairyland.

The sea of ​​clouds flowed past my feet like silk, and towering trees took root in the clouds. When the wind blew, it brought the fragrance of grass and trees, but not a single leaf fell.

A colossal gate, tens of meters high, stands before us, with elegant and powerful characters engraved on both sides of the gate: "Ancient Immortal Abode, Passing on the Flame of Heavenly Craftsmanship".

Before I could think any further, a flash of light appeared before my eyes, and the scenery suddenly changed drastically.

He was now inside a grand hall!

He looked around and saw a scene of antique charm: a sandalwood table, a celadon vase, and a landscape painting with a profound artistic conception hanging on the wall.

Suddenly, a magnificent whisper reached my ears.

"Blooming in full glory, the rain has just stopped as I lean against the railing..."

Wang Hong turned his head and looked up. On the wide jade wall, a huge calligraphy and painting hung high. On the left side of the calligraphy and painting, the entire poem "Man Jiang Hong" was written with vigorous strokes, each character with a strong and unyielding spirit, exuding loyalty and courage.

The painting depicts a man wielding a gilded spear, its chilling gleam striking the heavens. His battle robes flutter in the wind, his eyes brimming with confidence and arrogance. Beneath him, a dark-colored unicorn stands proudly, its spear striking down enemies who flee in terror, utterly defeated.

Wang Hong glanced at the painting and calligraphy, and it seemed to be imprinted deep in his soul. Every stroke of the brush and the charm of the painting were vividly displayed, and the magnificent spirit rushed into his mind like a river.

"I am Lu Huaiyuan, an officer of the Heavenly Crafts Pavilion."

Wang Hong was startled and quickly turned around to look.

A man dressed in a blue robe with gold patterns stood in mid-air, his gaze deep and sharp: "This is 'The Flame,' boy. Do you know why you were summoned here?"

Tiangong Pavilion? The Flame of Inheritance? What the hell?

Wang Hong's mind was in turmoil. Such a strange sight must be a fantasy world!

But why is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" here?

He took a deep breath: "Lu Zhiling, I don't know why I'm here. Please explain!"

Lu Huaiyuan's lips twitched slightly, about to speak—

"Awooo—!!!"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared!

The main hall instantly became transparent, and the peaceful blue sky and white clouds disappeared, replaced by the deep cosmic starry sky, with a blue planet appearing before our eyes.

Lu Huaiyuan's expression changed drastically, and a bright light shone from beneath his feet as he shot towards the control panel deep within the pavilion.

At the same time, a white and blue figure swept in like a gust of wind through a curtain, lightly touching the ground with its toes and landing gracefully.

It was a tall woman dressed in a smart blue and white outfit. She spoke very quickly: "Lu Zhiling, a high-intensity directional wave scan has been detected. The risk of the 'Spark' being exposed is extremely high. We recommend immediately implementing the 'Return' plan and severing all external communication!"

"Torch!" Lu Huaiyuan issued the order before he even reached the control panel.

A dignified male voice rang out: "Confirmed, emergency jump initiated. Target coordinates locked: Ziwei Star Region, Four Continents Boundary. Countdown: 30 seconds."

Thin wires extended from the control panel, tightly connecting to Lu Huaiyuan's head. Without turning his head, he shouted sharply, "Xuan! Activate the Holy Sword System immediately and complete the implantation before he goes down!"

"clear!"

Go down, down where?

Wang Hong pointed to himself: "This 'him,' could it be me?"

Xuan turned around and smiled sweetly: "Smart!" Then her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

What kind of place is this, and who are these people?

Wang Hong's gaze involuntarily followed Xuan's retreating figure.

Lu Huaiyuan suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at Wang Hong, who was suffering from dementia.

"Wang Hong! No time for nonsense! An emergency interstellar jump will generate extremely terrifying spatial fluctuations. We will immediately teleport you to the Four Continents Realm upon arriving in the Ziwei Star Region!"

"The combined shockwave from both will tear a mortal like you to shreds, leaving not a trace! However—" he spoke rapidly, yet with a resolute ruthlessness, "I will do everything in my power to protect your head!"

"What???" Wang Hong almost jumped up. My brain?

No, just a brain?

"Now! I'll speak! Listen!" Lu Huaiyuan's voice drowned out the lingering alarm, each word like a hammer blow into Wang Hong's ears: "The Four Continents have been out of contact for ten thousand years, the specific situation is unknown, after you go down there everything is up to you! Remember these three ironclad rules—"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable resolve:

"The Holy Sword is the foundation of your existence!"

"Dragons are an asset in our rise!"

"Don't reveal your human identity!"

A deep humming sound rang out, and the space around Wang Hong began to distort violently. Countless white light spots appeared out of thin air and instantly enveloped him.

"Lu Zhiling! The 'Holy Sword' system is being interfered with by the aftershocks of the scan and cannot be integrated!" Xuan's voice came from inside the passage, carrying a rare hint of urgency.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hong turned to look at Xuan, his heart pounding.

She's such a beautiful woman! But will this be the end of my life?

"What?!" Lu Huaiyuan's eyes twitched.

An indescribable force began to tear at his body from all directions, and a roar that directly impacted the depths of his soul almost shattered his consciousness.

Wang Hong screamed and covered his ears, curling up like a shrimp, as if even his "self" was about to be stripped away.

Am I going to die?

"Why did this happen at such a crucial moment!" Lu Huaiyuan was both shocked and angry as he watched Wang Hong's figure begin to blur and disappear.

Xuan was extremely anxious and even considered whether to interrupt the transmission.

Just then, a tremor sound rang out, and the "Holy Sword" actually flew out directly from the fusion chamber, turning into a blurry white line and heading towards Wang Hongzha.

"puff!"

"Ah~!!!"

"Holy Sword! At least we got inside!"

Looking at the empty teleportation point, Lu Huaiyuan shook his groggy head, let out a long breath, and then angrily said, "This damned immortal-grade hibernation chamber, which bastard supervised its construction and dared to release a defective product!"

Xuan smiled gently, then her brows furrowed again, and she said with a worried expression, "The Holy Sword went into the wrong place; it might not even be able to cultivate its exclusive techniques..."

......

Just as Wang Hong was lost in his memories, Lu Qingyuan on the other side frowned and gently stroked the jade in her hand.

Its surface is completely smooth and without any texture, as warm and smooth as a mirror.

As Lu Qingyuan carefully sensed the energy fluctuations it emitted, he felt that this thing could not have been created by humans, but such pure and highly ordered energy could not have been formed naturally.

Recalling Wang Hong's repeated shouts of "Holy Sword," does the Holy Sword refer to this brick? Why would a brick be called a sword?

As soon as his hand was empty, the holy sword suddenly trembled violently, then turned into a phantom and disappeared into the air.

Lu Qingyuan's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step back.

The next second, the space in front of her suddenly lit up.

A huge 3D projection unfolded out of thin air, with light and shadow intertwining and coalescing into a human figure.

The person was dressed in a dark blue robe, with fine, hair-like gold patterns flowing around the collar and cuffs. The golden light shone on her face and penetrated her heart.

He stood there quietly, his hands behind his back, his gaze peacefully fixed on the distance.

But Lu Qingyuan only glanced at it before her breath caught in her throat; it was an image of her ancestor...

He stood there, as if he were the center of the world. The depth in his eyes was like an ancient well with no bottom, or like an inverted starry sky.

Lu Qingyuan could clearly sense the Sacred Fox Power within her body; beneath that calm surface lay a torrent of wisdom and strategy.

His facial expression suddenly became unreal: "The Holy Sword! At least we got inside!"

It then dissipated.

"Knock knock knock".

"Sister Lu Qingyuan, what's going on inside?" a timid voice asked.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lu Qingyuan was startled and then looked at the corpse on the ground.

When Wang Hong appeared, this Chief Wang dared to force his way into his room, but unfortunately, he got caught in a spatial rift.

It seems that the people outside noticed something was wrong because Chief Wang had not returned for so long.

With a wave of her hand, Lu Qingyuan's mutilated body disappeared from the ground, and the scattered debris returned to its place automatically. Only pools of blood stained the red carpet, a shocking sight.

She couldn't help but look at Wang Hong. This guy had done a good deed. Chief Wang was a top expert in the Golden Core stage!

Perhaps the plan can be changed!

The knocking became more urgent, and a man's voice rang out: "Young clan leader, the clan leader has given a strict order that the wedding the day after tomorrow must not be delayed. Your safety must be guaranteed."

Lu Qingyuan said coldly, "How annoying! You've disturbed me without cause, and you've ruined my wedding. Can you afford to take responsibility for that?"

The people outside seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The man then said, "Young clan leader, I just heard a loud noise and was worried that something might have happened inside. I'm glad you're alright."

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

Listening to the footsteps fading into the distance, Lu Qingyuan wondered to herself, "Isn't this about Chief Wang?" Then she realized that Chief Wang was the leader of this group, and he had come to investigate alone. His men might not know about this.

"Stop pretending to be dead. If you want to live, get up now. I have something to ask you."

Wang Hong, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, was exposed by Lu Qingyuan and could only stand up sullenly. "Who's pretending to be dead? You, old man, wielding such a big cleaver, could kill even a god!"

Lu Qingyuan roared, "You're the old man! Your whole family are old men!"

"My family all died long ago; I'm an orphan." Wang Hong lowered his head forlornly, as if talking about something unrelated to himself, then looked up at Lu Qingyuan: "If it weren't for my master, Lu Huaiyuan, taking me in, I don't know where I would have starved to death..."

Upon hearing him mention Lu Huaiyuan, Lu Qingyuan withdrew her raised hand, a faint sneer appearing on her face. "Heh, didn't you say your elders were on their way to find you? What, now you're an orphan again?"

Wang Hong's eyelids twitched, but he did not answer Lu Qingyuan's question.

"My master was kind-hearted and treated me like his own son. He named me Wang Hong, which means to soar high like a swan!" He seemed lost in his memories, his eyes moist.

"Enough!" Lu Qingyuan interrupted Wang Hong impatiently, walked up to him, and sent wisps of spiritual energy through her palm toward his body.

Wang Hong clearly sensed that the Holy Sword was radiating a brilliant light within his body, and the wisps of spiritual power were enveloped by layers before dissipating into nothingness.

Lu Qingyuan looked shocked; her spiritual energy was unable to detect the condition inside Wang Hong's body!

After seeing Lu Huaiyuan's image, she was convinced that her ancestor was indeed Wang Hong's master, but she had many doubts in her heart and had to find out the truth!

Lu Qingyuan feigned anger and held the knife to Wang Hong's neck again. "You said Lu Huaiyuan is your master? If you dare to tell another lie, I'll kill you right now!"

After saying that, he waved the blade in front of Wang Hong, the cold light almost blinding Wang Hong.

Wang Hong was pinned down and unable to move, his eyes filled with humiliation. He said coldly, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm a liar? Would I joke about my master?"

The holy sword suddenly hummed, and a line of information appeared in his mind:

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[Lu Huaiyuan, human, sixth executor of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, cultivation level ****, one of the leaders of the Fire Seed Project, and chief designer of the Holy Sword Project. He has close ties with the Spirit Fox Clan of the Eastern Divine Continent, and has a son named *********. He survived the Second Great Calamity ********.]