1161: Return the Swords or Die!

Return the Swords or Die!

When Tian Suyin noticed that her daughter was about to rush back into the Sword Graveyard, she quickly restricted her movements with a bear hug.0

"Stop! Do you want to die?!" 

"I don't care!" 

"He's not going to die— I think!" Tian Suyin suddenly exclaimed, which calmed Tian Yanyu down a little.

"Look at it— feel the atmosphere. Despite the similarities, this is nothing like when that couple got punished, and as crazy as this may sound, I can feel a sense of attachment from the swords. "

As the spectators awaited yet another grand display of execution, the blades buried within the Sword Graveyard awakened from their slumber once again, ascending to the heavens in a breathtaking dance.

Once every sword ascended to the sky, they began to move in perfect harmony, their razor-sharp tips converging towards Yuan, who stood firmly and unhinged despite the terrifying scene happening above him.

However, the ladies inside Yuan did not share the same feeling. In fact, they were terrified for him.

"Young Master… I think this is a little too dangerous even for you…"

"Brother Yuan…"

"..."

"Don't worry, they won't hurt me. I can feel it." Yuan said to them with an air of tranquility enveloping his words, trying to calm their souls with his overwhelming confidence.

"Come!" He suddenly roared.

The swords suspended in the sky immediately stirred with a mighty force and hurled towards Yuan like a celestial barrage of fiery meteors.

However, when the first sword reached Yuan and pierced his body, it did not go through his body and come out the other end like it was supposed to and actually disappeared into his body.

The second sword and the swords after that also did the same thing, and it was as though they were being absorbed by him. This continued until there was not a single sword left.

Everything happened so fast that the onlookers were still trying to figure out what they had just witnessed even many minutes later.

After the swords entered his body, Yuan quickly realized that he could retrieve their memories at will.

'Does this mean I no longer need to stay here to recall their memories one by one? This is great!' Yuan was filled with excitement knowing that he could take his time absorbing these memories.

Sometime later, the cultivators outside the Sword Graveyard made their way back into the area, and they all had deep frowns on their faces.

"Hey! What did you do with the swords?! Why are they not returning?!" One of them pointed at Yuan and questioned him about the swords, as they have yet to return.

Without any swords, the Sword Graveyard could no longer bear such a name. In fact, it wouldn't even qualify as an ordinary graveyard, as there were only holes in the ground which had been left behind by the swords.

"No idea." Yuan answered with a calm shrug.

"A-Are you fucking with me?! Bring back the swords!"

"Yeah! Or we will tear your body open and take them back by force!"

The cultivators began threatening Yuan with force. Although none of them were confident of defeating Yuan alone, they felt invincible together.

There were a little over 200 cultivators present. They believed that if they all attacked at once, not even he would leave unscathed.

"I really don't know what happened to the swords, nor can I take them out since I don't have them!" Yuan sighed.

"Bullshit! Everyone here watched you absorb the swords into your body!"

"I know that's what it looked like, but…"

"Fuck it! This bastard is clearly not going to comply! Let's get him!"

Before Yuan could even finish his sentence, the cultivators encircled him, exuding an aura of animosity, their eyes fixed upon him with killing intent.

"I really don't want to hurt anyone here over something nobody here could control… Let's try to settle this peacefully, alright?"

Yuan felt a little guilty for hogging all of the swords for himself and inconveniencing these people, even if he had a good reason for doing so.

"If you want this to end peacefully, you will return those swords!" Someone shouted.

"Yeah! That's right! Return the swords! They belong to nobody but the Nameless Emperor's Tomb, much less a nobody like you!"

In the midst of the chaos, Yuan had a sudden idea flash inside his head.

"How about this? I will give everyone here a chance to learn a sword technique of their choosing. These sword techniques will come from the swords that had existed within the Sword Graveyard." 

"What kind of nonsense is that?!"

"Do you think we are idiots?!"

"Let me explain!" Yuan quickly said.

"When the swords entered my body, I learned all of their sword techniques, and I am willing to show them to you. Even if I return the swords, what are the chances of you actually learning its technique?" Yuan spoke to these cultivators with logic and reasoning.

"Y-You learned all of the sword techniques?!" The cultivators were shocked, but they did not immediately believe Yuan's words either, as it sounded too good to be true.

"That's impossible! He's definitely lying to us to save his own life!"

"Right?! I'm willing to bet my life that he doesn't know shit!" 

The cultivators quickly became hostile again.

"What should we do…?" Tian Yanyu asked her mother as they watched from a distance.

"Nothing. He can handle it himself." Tian Suyin said with an unwavering expression on her face.

Seeing that nobody would believe him, Yuan decided to approach this situation from another direction, but he still wasn't planning on taking any lives.

He spread his arms wide open and gestured for them in a provoking manner. "Alright. You know what? If you think you can kill me, go ahead. I won't fight back for the first ten minutes. But after ten minutes, I will retaliate."

Yuan's words that belittled the gathered cultivators ignited a furious outburst, causing them to unleash their fangs upon his neck. Unperturbed, Yuan merely stood his ground with his hands in his pockets as all sorts of weapons struck his body with no results, his presence becoming more menacing as the ten minutes counted down.

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