I Have A Sword

Chapter 828: No Manners, Right?

The two walked briskly and soon found themselves quite a distance away from the gate.

Zhou Yuan sighed inwardly, realizing that while Ye Guan had many great qualities, he was excessively concerned about showing off.

Was showing off really that important?

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but become curious about the identity of the individual who taught Ye Guan to show off, as the latter's ability when it came to showing off had made his scalp go numb.

Zhou Fan suddenly asked, "Young Master Ye, do you primarily cultivate the swords?"

"Yes."

"Are you familiar with the Heart Sword Clan?"

Ye Guan shook his head. "I've never heard of at."

"If you ever get the chance, you should visit the Heart Sword Clan."

"Why should I visit the Heart Sword Clan?"

"It's because they focus on cultivating the heart and integrating that into their swordsmanship. The Heart Sword Clan is a powerful clan with quite a few supreme swordsmen. You should definitely check them. You'll surely gain something from the experience."

"Where are they?" asked Ye Guan, feeling intrigued. He was genuinely interested in meeting top swordsmen from other universe regions and sparring with them.

Zhou Fan turned to Ye Guan and suggested, "I can take you there."

Ye Guan was slightly taken aback. "Isn't that a bit too much trouble for you?"

"Not at all."

"I just don't want to inconvenience you."

"It's really no trouble at all."

"All right, then."

The two soon found themselves before a valley.

They looked deeper into the valley and saw three ghost face masks on an ancient golden tree. The tree's trunk extended deep into the clouds and spread out like a giant umbrella, blotting out the sky.

The ancient-looking golden tree had nothing else left but its trunk.

However, the golden tree's truck was withered and decayed.

There were a few people beneath the golden tree, and they had concealed their true appearances using their own secret technique.

Zhou Fan suggested, "Let's go take a look."

The two of them walked up to the golden tree.

Ye Guan observed the three ghost face masks. Every single one of the masks was unique. The one in the middle seemed to be made out of red copper, and it depicted a face with long fangs and bulging eyes.

The one on the left seemed to be made of bronze, and it depicted a ferocious face and fiery red eyes.

The one on the right appeared "normal." It depicted a face with eyes half closed, seemingly in deep thought.

Zhou Fan seemed quite interested in the masks and the golden tree.

Just as she started walking toward the bizarre masks, an aged voice echoed from nearby. "Watch out, young lady. If you get too close to those bizarre masks, they'll disturb your mind and send you into an illusion."

Zhou Fan glanced at a figure not far away and said, "Thank you for the warning."

Despite her words, she ignored the warning and stepped forward. Soon, she reached the masks. Moments later, the space in front of her twisted and deformed as a myriad of illusions flashed across her eyes.

Zhou Fan tapped her palm with the jade fan in her right hand, and the illusions vanished in an instant. She then moved closer to the ghost face masks and examined them carefully for a moment before smiling. "One of these is a divine item."

"What divine item is it?" asked one of the shrouded figures.

"I don't know." Zhou Fan shook her head. "Its spirit is sleeping."

Everyone fell into contemplation at that remark.

Zhou Fan swept her gaze across the crowd and asked, "Are you all interested in it?"

"We're in the ruins of at least a Tier Four civilization, so we're interested in it, of course," someone replied.

Zhou Fan nodded and suggested, "I have an idea. If you think my idea is bad, then just ignore my words."

"Go ahead, young lady," someone said.

Zhou Fan announced, "Everyone wants it, but there's only one divine item. To avoid conflict, I suggest we auction it. The highest bidder wins, and the proceeds from the auction will be divided among the rest. What do you all think?"

An auction? Everyone fell silent. The truth was that every one of them was trying to leech off of each other or even freeload if possible. Who'd want to spend money when it was unnecessary to do so?

Zhou Fan smiled and asked, "Anyone else want to bid?"

"Three hundred Ancestral Veins," an old man said.

The black-robed middle-aged man’s eyelid twitched, but he was overjoyed inside. He was going to get a ton of Ancestral Veins.

Zhou Fan turned to look at someone else.

Without hesitation, they declared, "Three hundred and fifty!"

The old man's brows furrowed.

Ye Guan was also a bit surprised. Three hundred and fifty Ancestral Veins was no small amount. He had emptied the treasury of two civilizations but only managed to accumulate over fifteen hundred Ancestral Veins.

However, the recent bidder had actually bid three hundred and fifty Ancestral Veins right off the bat.

The old man remained silent. Clearly, three hundred and fifty Ancestral Veins were too much.

Zhou Fan smiled and asked, "Anyone else want to bid?"

No one else made an offer.

Zhou Fan turned to the mysterious bidder and said, "The item is yours."

The man was straightforward. He opened his palm, and a storage ring flew to Zhou Fan. She glanced at it and then divided the Ancestral Veins inside into twelve portions, distributing them equally to everyone.

Ye Guan looked at the storage ring in front of him and saw that it contained twenty-nine Ancestral Veins.

He chuckled and shook his head. He hadn't done anything yet, but he had already acquired twenty-nine Ancestral Veins, and it was for free, to boot.

Not bad at all. Ye Guan glanced at Zhou Fan in the distance. She was indeed a remarkable woman.

The others failed to obtain the divine item, but they were happy with the free twenty-nine Ancestral Veins.

The mysterious man opened his palm and put away the divine item.

Just then, someone suggested, "This place is really dangerous. Why don't we stick together for our safety?"

"I think that's a good idea. What about everyone else?" Zhou Fan asked.

The others nodded in agreement. Everyone was getting along well so far. If they split up, they'd be worried about getting stabbed in the back. If they stuck together, they'd be on the same boat, which meant they wouldn't be worried during the next leg of their journey.

"Let's continue our journey, then," Zhou Fan suggested.

Everyone nodded and moved forward.

Just then, the Right Elder standing next to Zhou Fan muttered, "Young lady, the Left Elder is fighting someone outside."

Zhou Fan was slightly taken aback. "Is he winning or losing?"

The Right Elder said, "It seems to be a draw."

Zhou Fan nodded slightly and said, "The opponent must be quite strong! Right Elder, please go and take a look."

"No," replied the Right Elder, immediately shaking his head. "I need to stay with you."

"It's fine."

“No, I must stay with you."

Zhou Fan sighed. "All right. Just tell the Left Elder to run if he can't win."

"Understood."

***

The Left Elder and his group inundated Xuan Yang and Cang Yue with a flurry of attacks.

Xuan Yang and Cang Yue were strong, but there were just too many enemies.

Moreover, the warriors in black were using arrays and coordinated their attacks, making the fight even harder for them.

Xuan Yang suddenly stopped. He glared at the Left Elder in the distance and roared, "Do you not know who I am?! I'm from the Evil Dao Alliance!"

"Can't win, so you're trying to intimidate me using your background now? I really despise people like you!" the Left Elder sneered. Then, he raised his middle finger and thrust it toward Xuan Yuang.

Xuan Yang's face darkened. "You dumbass! You'll spell doom for your entire civilization!"

"Damn it!" the Left Elder cursed, "No manners, right? Screw you!"

Xuan Yang had no idea what to say.