After dinner, the Qin Qiu family got into Chen Yang's minivan and headed to the mall to buy holiday gifts.

"Honey, I might have to go to Tianque City for the holiday. My dad is all alone, and I haven't spent any of the past holidays with him," Chen Yang, who was driving, said suddenly.

Qin Qiu turned her head. She had heard Chen Yang mention his father before. It was fair to say that without this man, the Chen Yang of today wouldn't exist.

Qin Qiu nodded and replied, "You could bring him over here. The more, the merrier."

"Bring who over?" Luo Sulan interjected from the back seat. "Who brings outsiders home during the holidays? Besides, there's already one outsider in this house. Please stop crossing my line!"

"Mom, what are you saying?"

Qin Qiu frowned, her expression darkening. Chen Yang quickly stopped her, shaking his head. "My dad is also someone who doesn't like going to other people's homes. He won't come."

"How about you come with me, Honey?" Chen Yang asked tentatively.

Qin Qiu looked startled and hesitated. "Me?..."

"Go where?" Luo Sulan spoke up again, her tone even nastier than before as she said coldly, "If you want to go somewhere, just go. The house is more comfortable without you!"

"As for Xiaoqiu, don't you even think about taking her away. Not a chance!"

Qin Mo, sitting beside her, quickly grabbed her arm. "Mom, you're going too far," she said, exasperated.

"How am I going too far?" Luo Sulan retorted righteously. "It's the holidays! Everyone stays home. He wants to take Xiaoqiu out? Is that even possible?"

"They're married. Where they go is their own business. What does it have to do with you?" Qin Mo shot back.

"Nonsense!" Luo Sulan scoffed. "As long as I haven't given my approval, that relationship doesn't exist. He'll always be an outsider."

Qin Mo fell silent. She was at a complete loss when it came to her mother.

Qin Qiu, however, simply ignored her and replied to Chen Yang, "There are still a few days left. We'll see when the time comes."

"Alright!" Chen Yang was overjoyed. Since Qin Qiu hadn't outright refused, there was still hope.

"Hmph!" Luo Sulan snorted coldly and turned to look out the window. "Qin Song, where on earth have you gone? The holiday is almost here, why haven't you come back? Your godmother can barely stand it in this house anymore."

The others in the minivan shook their heads helplessly.

The corner of Chen Yang's mouth quirked into a smirk. That piece of trash, Qin Song, has probably already crossed the Naihe Bridge and is waiting in Yama's Palace to be judged and cast into hell. I wonder what Luo Sulan would feel if she knew the Qin Song she's been yearning for had always wanted to kill her.

After arriving at the mall, Chen Yang parked the car. "Honey, you all go on and shop. Call me when you're done, and I'll come help carry everything."

"Alright!" Knowing Chen Yang disliked crowds, Qin Qiu didn't insist. Besides, with her sister and mother along, shopping was their domain. Having a man tag along would just cramp their style.

As they left, Chen Yang lit a cigarette.

The streets were bustling, teeming with people. Apart from those shopping for holiday gifts, a group of older ladies was square dancing in the plaza. It was a peaceful and lively scene.

Having finished his cigarette, Chen Yang, with nothing better to do, took out the longsword from its wooden box.

CLANG!

The longsword was drawn from its sheath. Even in the dim light, the sharp glint flowing along the blade and the icy aura it exuded sent a profound shock through the soul.

Chen Yang was increasingly convinced this sword was something special. If it truly is the Ancestral Sword of the Chen Family, then its extraordinary nature is to be expected. After all, what kind of power was the Chen Family of Cangyun City? For them to consider it their Ancestral Sword, it must be far from an ordinary object. But why were the Chen Family able to track the sword down the moment it came into my possession?

He couldn't figure it out at all. Unable to find an answer, he decided to stop thinking about it.

Chen Yang took a couple of steps forward, holding the sword in his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, WHOOSH, the two-foot-long blade danced and spun in his hand.

In truth, Chen Yang's best cold weapons were spears and lances. While he had dabbled with swords like this, he was by no means a master. He had once learned a set of techniques called the Thunder Sword Skill.

Now, after warming up, he began to execute the Thunder Sword Skill. Complemented by his footwork, the swinging sword flashes resembled bolts of lightning. With every move, the air seemed to be sliced apart, accompanied by the rumble of wind and thunder. His speed increased, and the flashes of the sword wove a net in the air, a canopy so vast it seemed to blot out the sky.

Suddenly, countless pairs of eyes were drawn to the spectacle.

"Whoa, he must be a Sword Cultivator, right?"

"Wow, he's so handsome!"

The powerful and aesthetically pleasing movements earned gasps of admiration from all the onlookers.

Chen Yang had only meant to test the sword out, forgetting he was in a public place. With that, he slowly began to ease out of his stance.

FWOOSH...

No one expected it. Suddenly, a sharp sound of something slicing through the air came from the distance, growing rapidly louder as it shot straight toward them. The sound was so piercing it was as if a perfectly taut curtain had been ripped down the middle by an impossibly sharp object.

The abrupt, terrifying noise made many people turn to look. They saw a longsword hurtling toward them, its speed truly like a bolt of lightning.

Instinctively, the surrounding crowd scattered in all directions.

THUD!

The longsword landed, plunging diagonally into the pavement in front of Chen Yang. Half of the blade was buried deep in the ground. Cracks like slithering snakes spread out in all directions from the sword at the center.

And that wasn't all. A young man in a white robe, hands clasped behind his back, followed the longsword's path. He descended from the sky, landing with a single foot on the sword's hilt. As the blade swayed, his body rocked gently with it, yet he remained as steady as a boulder. Young as he was, at that moment, he possessed an air of transcendent, otherworldly grace.

"Holy shit, who... who is that guy?"

"So damn cool!"

"They must both be Sword Cultivators! But this new guy seems hostile. Are they going to fight?"

"..."

This sudden development was absolutely stunning, leaving the crowd of onlookers gaping in amazement, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. When had they ever seen such a spectacle? While murmuring in shock, they all retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire if the two were to fight.

In an instant, a seven or eight-meter clearing formed around Chen Yang and the young man, creating an empty circle.

This young man was, of course, Chen Ke, who had come to Lingjin City with Liu Ruyan. After arriving, he had used information from headquarters to continuously correct the Ancestral Sword's position, finally pinpointing it here. He was delighted to find that the Chen Family's Ancestral Sword was right before his very eyes.

Chen Ke stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on Chen Yang from his perch. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he said indifferently, "That sword. Hand it over!"

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