When Lord Zhu was recounting earlier events, Wen Yan listened as if he were a mere spectator. However, as the story progressed, he increasingly felt that something was amiss.

"Lord Zhu, could it be that this sword has slain a dragon and carries a Curse? If the pieces are gathered, might those who obtain them face disaster?"

"That's somewhat true. Ordinary people can't withstand it, so after it shattered, the pieces were dispersed and sent out."

Wen Yan's expression turned troubled.

He recalled what King Guilong had said when appraising those fragments last time.

They were related to the Dragon Clan, but it was not a Curse, and they had just begun to awaken.

Before now, he had never linked those rusty fragments with this well-preserved sword hilt.

The two items had indeed been placed together before without any reaction, so they didn't appear to be connected.

But now, Wen Yan felt they were almost certainly connected; perhaps they were even originally one piece.

This sword hadn't just slain an ordinary Dragon King; it had directly severed the Dragon's Pulse.

The problem had become even more serious...

Touching the scale he always wore on his chest, Wen Yan thought, So that's it! No wonder this scale actively extends its power to protect me. Just holding it might be dangerous.

The sword hilt might be relatively safe, its dangerousness not as high. But those rust-covered fragments, if they were the blade, were indeed far more dangerous than the hilt.

"Lord Zhu, it seems I have obtained the remaining parts of the sword's blade."

Lord Zhu's eyelids twitched.

"The blade?"

"A pile of rust-covered fragments. I speculate that, barring any surprises, they should form the blade."

"Those fragments were gradually sent out through various channels back then. Adding those conveniently discarded during the later seven great voyages, they should have long since spread across the entire world.

Eventually, even the related records were completely burned to ashes.

By now, no one knows where those things were specifically sent. How could you possibly have obtained them?"

"I estimate it's not all of them, but it should be the majority. Wandering merchants collected some, and some were gathered by factions in Europa."

"That treacherous merchant surnamed Meng?"

"Yes, that's him. He had just gathered most of them and barely had time to warm them up before he was nearly ambushed and killed. He didn't dare keep them, so I bought them all, along with The Great Fortune Seal."

"Then have you felt anything amiss?"

"Not recently, aside from a bit of a short fuse, but that's due to taking too much medicine. On the way here, I encountered a Heart-Probing Ghost, but it wasn't a major issue."

Lord Zhu looked at the sword hilt and sighed helplessly.

"With the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, some things truly cannot be stopped. The more one tries to intervene, the worse the situation becomes.

It's good that you're unharmed. But don't give this hilt to me.

I have no affinity with it. I lack the ability to wield this sword, and even more so, the right.

You obtained it through a fortunate coincidence, and you're unharmed. Thus, it's fitting that you should keep it."

"Are you sure it won't bring terrible luck?"

"If you were meant to suffer misfortune or be cursed, you wouldn't be standing here perfectly fine now. Others haven't had your luck. Since you can withstand it, it means destiny is with you."

Wen Yan fell silent. He knew it wasn't destiny on his side, but rather that he possessed something capable of withstanding the danger.

It seemed the scale King Guilong had given him wasn't just any shed scale casually handed over; it was definitely something extraordinary.

Wen Yan reached out and grasped the sword hilt. Indeed, he felt nothing unusual.

Even the heart-guarding scale on his chest merely emitted a trace of gentle warmth; its power didn't extend outwards.

No wonder this hilt was so well-preserved. It was indeed different from the blade sections—far less domineering and far less dangerous.

Seeing Wen Yan's apparent concern, Lord Zhu hesitated for a moment before offering a terrible idea.

"If you're truly worried, just give it to someone you're at odds with."

"Minister Cai, although a bit black-hearted, doesn't deserve..."

"Who said anything about giving it to Cai Heizi? Cai Heizi, though black-hearted, to give credit where it's due, genuinely gets things done. Setting him up would be rather unfair.

Keep the hilt yourself. As for the blade fragments, give them to someone with whom you have a feud."

Wen Yan pondered. I don't seem to have feuds with anyone. No wonder my life is getting so comfortable; it must be because I have too few enemies, and any I did have are already dead.

"I don't seem to have any enemies... they're all dead."

"..." Lord Zhu leaned back tactically, scrutinizing Wen Yan, then suddenly burst into laughter, "True. I have no idea how you developed such a temperament. You're nothing like someone from Fuyu Mountain."

"How so?"

"I heard from Old Ghost Ji that in the past, disciples from Fuyu Mountain, whenever they descended the mountain, would issue challenges all along their path.

Some were magnanimous; if challenged and defeated, they wouldn't mind.

But others might not be so understanding, and feuds could easily start.

Especially certain individuals from Fuyu Mountain who traveled with a Great Zombie.

If they fought against their peers, it seemed like bullying.

If a senior stepped in, it looked like bullying Fuyu Mountain's younger generation.

Why else do you think Old Ghost Ji couldn't resist trying to intimidate you the moment he heard you were from Fuyu Mountain?

Back in the day, he was thoroughly beaten by the Sixteenth Ancestor of Fuyu Mountain..."

Wen Yan listened, a strange feeling welling up. The way Lord Zhu describes him, Old Ghost Ji seems rather peculiar. On one hand, he holds a grudge, but on the other, after I tricked him a bit, he could just move past it and even drink with me?

"Are you wondering why he wanted to intimidate you but then seemed to get over it?"

"Yes."

"Because the Sixteenth Ancestor was one of the few Fuyu Sect Disciples who traveled alone, without a Great Zombie."

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