Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

In his view, even if the old man was introduced by the chivalrous leader, there was still a difference in their social standing.

Brother Xu is his benefactor; the swords he forged have brought him immense profits. How could he allow others to easily belittle him?

Moreover, the sword is currently worn at the waist of the chivalrous leader, and it is described as "not a good sword," which implies that the chivalrous leader has poor eyesight.

"Brother, it's alright." Xu Qing said calmly, stopping Situ Wanli.

This assessment might have been harsh to Situ Wanli, but Xu Qing wholeheartedly agreed.

He cast it himself, how could he not know its origins?

The Spring Blossom Sword appears to contain nourishing power, but its core lies in bloodlust.

It absorbs the essence and blood of its enemies and stores it in its sword, then uses it to nourish itself. Its effects are similar to Wei Zhuang's Heart Sword, but it is by no means a noble or righteous path.

At first, one may not notice anything unusual, but as time goes on, the sword will become saturated with blood and its malevolent aura will inevitably grow stronger, which in turn will confuse the mind of the swordsman.

The old man's words merely pointed out the hidden danger within the sword.

This is one of his early works. At that time, his skills were still immature. Although it is a famous sword, it is ultimately difficult to achieve perfection.

These problems were only fully understood after he advanced to the third-tier swordsmith realm and repeatedly studied his old works.

The fact that this person has seen through everything in a single sentence shows that he is no ordinary person.

As his thoughts raced, Xu Qing suddenly said to Situ Wanli beside him, "Brother, please bring me those two swords."

Situ Wanli was taken aback when he heard this. First, he stopped him from getting angry, and now he asked him to draw his sword... Could it be that this unassuming old man really has extraordinary skills?

In a flash, he remembered the identity of the chivalrous leader and immediately understood.

If he didn't truly possess great skill, why would the leader of the chivalrous sects have recommended him here?

He quickly replied, "Okay!"

He then turned and walked away quickly.

Before long, Situ Wanli personally brought over two swords.

These were the two swords, Xi Ri and Hong Yuan, which were the remaining unsold items from before.

Of the other three swords, one was acquired by Li Yuan at a high price, while the other two were purchased by him privately.

These two swords are with Situ Wanli, who is caught in a dilemma. Li Yuan wields immense power in the Chu Kingdom and has already obtained three swords. If he were to hand over these two swords to the Hidden Dragon Hall in the Chu Kingdom as well, he fears that Li Yuan might become suspicious of him.

It should be noted that the internal strife in Chu has just been quelled, and Li Yuan is currently in high demand. Therefore, Situ Wanli is considering whether to seek another country to sell it.

The old man's gaze fell on the two swords, and he raised his hand to strike them without any restraint.

"Clang!"

A golden light flashed, and the Xi Ri Sword flew into his withered hand. His aged fingers caressed the sword's spine inch by inch as if stroking a rare treasure, his fingertips seemingly sensing the scorching spiritual energy contained within it.

"Like the sun at its zenith, its brilliance dazzling..." the old man murmured his assessment, followed by a barely perceptible sigh.

He carefully examined every cloud pattern and every cold luster on the sword, then casually tossed it away. The sword, as if drawn by an invisible thread, instantly returned to its sheath.

"Master!"

Upon seeing this move, Situ Wanli was horrified, and his previous contempt vanished instantly.

Unexpectedly, this unassuming old man was actually quite shrewd, and he secretly rejoiced that he had not been impolite.

After setting down Xi Ri, the old man beckoned again, and this time the Hong Yuan Sword broke through the air and landed in his palm.

He focused his mind, sensing the profound watery energy emanating from the sword with his fingertips, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he sheathed it as well, and then slowly spoke: "It is also a good product... However, what I sensed and saw was nothing more than a stagnant pool of water..."

With a sigh and a stagnant voice, the old man's evaluation of the two famous swords clearly showed his appreciation for their quality, yet also carried a deep sense of regret and dissatisfaction.

Situ Wanli's heart tightened, and he glanced at Xu Qing again.

Would Brother Xu agree with such an assessment?

However, Xu Qing remained calm and composed. With a sudden flick of his sleeve, three swords appeared out of thin air on the table: the Owl-Turtle, the Release Boat, and the Spirit Aura Sword.

No one could see where they came from. Just as the old man had previously demonstrated his ability to snatch swords mid-air, this move also made Xu Qing seem unfathomable.

The old man paid no attention to this, his gaze fixed on the three newly added swords on the table.

He reached out and took the incomparably heavy Owl-Turtle Sword.

This sword was difficult for anyone but those with superhuman strength to wield, yet in my old hand it felt as light as a feather; with a slight flick of my wrist, I even casually twirled it. However, despite the flashing sword light, my eyes, which had seen countless swords, remained calm and unmoved, showing not a trace of admiration. Finally, without a word, I placed the thick-backed, broad-bladed heavy sword back on the table.

Next came the Release Boat Sword. The old man grasped the light sword, his wrist flicked rapidly, and in an instant, the sword shadows flew and the light streaked across the sky, so fast that it was dazzling.

"This sword does have some charm..." A faint glint of light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "However, it still lacks something..."

As they spoke, the light sword had already quietly returned to its place.

Finally, the Spirit Aura Sword landed in his palm. As soon as the sword was in his hand, the old man couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Eh?"

This sword seemed to have aroused his strong desire to explore. He was so focused that he was almost devout. His fingertips lingered on the blade, from the guard to the tip, and from the spine to the hilt, examining it carefully for a long time.

However, after a long period of contemplation, that glimmer of light eventually faded into silence.

He gently placed it back, his gaze fixed intently on Xu Qing: "Is there any more?"

In the blink of an eye, the old man had appraised five famous swords of the time. He left only a few words about the first three, but he became increasingly taciturn about the last three.

This made Situ Wanli wonder again: "Could there be something wrong with Brother Xu's sword? But it hasn't caused any problems for so long. Is this old guy just too picky, or..."

Because of the old man's attitude towards Xu Qing's sword, Situ Wanli felt even more disrespectful towards the old man, and in his heart, he began to refer to him as "old fellow."

"There's still one left!"

Xu Qing spoke up, genuinely wanting to see just how skilled this old man was at appraising swords.

Having said that, he reached out and gestured, and the most mysterious and unpredictable Xuan Shu Sword was already firmly in his hand.

"This sword, this sword..."

The old man's gaze froze the moment the sword appeared.

For the first time, his weathered face shone with undisguised excitement, as if he had discovered a priceless treasure buried for thousands of years.

He carefully took the sword in his hand, held his breath and concentrated. His thin fingers, like the most precise brushstrokes, began to trace the yin-yang symbol on the hilt and then traced the winding, flowing tricolor blade down the sword. His movements were slow and sacred, and his eyes shone with an almost obsessive light. Every touch was filled with awe.

However, just as his fingertips traced the central point where the three colors converged at the spine of the sword, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"The sword embodies Yin and Yang, subtly harmonizing with the Three Powers, perfectly mirroring the natural creation of heaven and earth... Exquisite! Exquisite! But... but why?"

He suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief, confusion, and immense disappointment, his voice trembling slightly.

Why is this exquisitely beautiful body, seemingly crafted by nature, so empty? All spiritual light has vanished... It... it's just a magnificent yet hollow shell?

Chapter 108 What is a Divine Sword?

Showy but impractical!

This was the old man's summary of his evaluation of the Xuan Shu Sword. Although the old man did not say it directly, Xu Qing and Situ Wanli could both understand the meaning behind it.

Situ Wanli had not seen the subsequent four swords, only knowing that they were recently forged by Xu Qing. In particular, the Xuan Shu sword was perfectly crafted, which initially drew praise from the old man, whose eyes gleamed with admiration. However, his tone suddenly changed, and he ended up with such a comment.

Xu Qing made no comment.

Situ Wanli, however, began to grumble inwardly.

'Is this old guy really capable?'

'Don't just make this up!'

'If this displeases you, my brother, I, as your elder brother, will have to seek justice for you.'

He thought this to himself, while staring intently at the old man.

Xu Qing remained silent for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, he turned to Situ Wanli and said, "Brother, please excuse us for a moment."

"This..." Situ Wanli was slightly taken aback, then suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said to Xu Qing, "Brother, you can't do that!"

He thought that Xu Qing was displeased by the old man's words and wanted to teach the old man a lesson.

Don't be fooled by Brother Xu's gentle appearance.

But Situ Wanli knew that Brother Xu was not a good-tempered person.

In South Korea, Mo Xian used Tian Ze's help to eliminate Fei Cui Hu.

But in reality, it was Brother Xu who truly orchestrated all of this.

He was forced into it, both willingly and by coercion.

However, because he later embezzled a lot of Jade Tiger's property and made great contributions, which greatly enhanced his reputation in front of the chivalrous leader, Situ Wanli did not expose those things.

"Brother, please step outside for a moment!"

Xu Qing seemed not to have heard Situ Wanli's words, but simply emphasized it again.

These words contain an unquestionable attitude.

Situ Wanli choked up, but ultimately swallowed his words of dissuasion and silently left the reception room, leaving the two of them alone. His curiosity, however, lingered in his heart like a vine, and he was eager to know what Xu Qing would do.

However, in the end, he forced himself to restrain himself, just as he had suppressed his impulse to spy on Xu Qing's sword-making back then.

The door was closed, isolating it from the outside world.

Xu Qing took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply to the old man, his movements solemn and weighty: "Please enlighten me, sir!"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, like an ancient sword drawn from its sheath. Previously, Situ Wanli was by his side and focused on the sword, so he had not paid much attention. Now, facing him alone, a faint sword aura emanated from Xu Qing's body.

That was the aura of someone who had spent years with swords and in harmony with the furnace.

The old man's expression changed drastically, his withered fingers trembling slightly. In his heart, he began to suspect something: "These swords, are they all from your hand?"

He was deeply moved when he said those words.

You should know that this is not just one sword, but many swords.

The person before me is far too young.

It should be noted that many swordsmiths spend their entire lives forging a single famous sword.

Even though Ou Yezi, the ancient swordsmith, created many famous swords in his lifetime, it took him half his life and the entire Yue Kingdom to help him.