Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 94: Ancient Tomb... 12
Qing Yuwei looked at the young man before her with a flat gaze, while the young man approached towards her.
"Take this as my apology to you."
Zhou Fan took out an epic rank dagger with a phoenix head handle.
"This dagger I earned with great difficulty, I had to fight by risking my life for that dagger. You have to take good care of her."
Zhou Fan made up the story, but the young man got it from his teacher's ring.
Qing Yuwei who heard Zhou Fan's sacrifice got the weapon slightly softened, her beautiful hand grabbed the dagger then stroked it with her finger.
If he had known the true story, he might have thrust the dagger at Zhou Fan.
"Hmmm... Alright. But remember you don't worry me anymore." Qing Yuwei was sad again.
Zhou Fan did not reply, because he could not promise that. The journey has just begun, there will be circumstances that definitely make his life threatened and that is certain.
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The next morning, this was the last day left of the time allotted to explore the ancient tomb.
Zhou Fan and Qing Yuwei were already at the center of the ancient tomb area. His stored place of the rumored sword was extremely powerful.
Although it is at the center of the ancient tomb area, this area can be said to be a flea market.
This place is a gathering place for participants who seek or sell valuables they get, sometimes there are also those who exchange between goods they get.
"It's not really an ordinary tomb!" Zhou Fan was amazed by the surrounding views.
Qing Yuwei chuckled at Zhou Fan as if he was very fascinated by the central area that was indeed like a market.
Different types of people and people bargain with each other for the goods they get.
"Hey buddy, will you trade that chrysanthemum flower for this spirit grass."
"Brother, let's see! This is a cumin leaf, only a hundred gold coins!"
"Old man, can you lower the price?!"
Everyone is busy with their own business.
"Wei'er, say if you want something." Zhou Fan turned his head towards Qing Yuwei.
The girl just nodded then looked back at her surroundings.
After getting bored with just wandering around, Qing Yuwei invited Zhou Fan to see something that was mobbed by time.
"Fan, let's go there?!" Qing Yuwei forcibly pulled Zhou Fan's hand as the other hand pointed towards the crowd.
What really interested him? Thought Zhou Fan.
Ha! Zhou Fan gaped as he saw a sword thrust out like an earth nail.
A very tyrannical field, Zhou Fan thought.
"Will the one who can draw this sword be its owner?" Zhou Fan asked enthusiastically.
"As you think. But no one can lift that sword, even make it move." Qing Yuwei shook his head.
"Look! Lots of people tried to lift it, but they just came back empty-handed" he added.
Zhou Fan looked at the half-sized sword, just seeing it made his blood churn, especially when using it. It must be fun, he thought.
"Where are you going?" Qing Yuwei asked as he saw Zhou Fan walking closer to the sword.
"lift it!" Said Zhou Fan briefly.
"You..." Qing Yuwei could no longer say, he had already explained that no one would be able to lift him up but Zhou Fan paid him no heed.
Hngs... Qing Yuwei finally resigned.
There was nothing to lose anyway if Zhou Fan failed to pull it off. Qing Yuwei Thought.
Zhou Fan was right in front of the night sword.
"A very strong aura," murmured Zhou Fan.
"I can only try, let fate guide me" he murmured again.
Zhou Fan grasped the handle of the sword and prepared to pull it, but suddenly the young man was drawn into the subconscious.
"Do you want me to be your brother?!" A hoarse voice echoed making Zhou Fan flinch.
Zhou Fan twisted his body, but there was no one around, not even him as if he was in a dark room without lighting.
"Do you want me to be your brother?!" Again the voice sounded.
"Who's there, get you out!" Shouted Zhou Fan.
"Do you want me to be your brother?!"
Again, only the questions are repeated.
Zhou Fan thought for a while then he nodded.
"Yes... I want you to serve me!" Zhou Fan said firmly.
It doesn't matter who's talking to him, but he's sure it has something to do with the night sword.
Right after Zhou Fan said so, a light entered the body through his forehead.
Shutt...
Zhou Fan staggered to the point of being too surprised that something had shot towards him.
Simultaneously, a memory was slowly etched into his memory.
A leader of the country, with unparalleled strength.
Who was also a supreme alchemist. He is the most influential person in the world.
For his influence exceeded that of an emperor, making him a common enemy, by all means his opponents tried to defeat him, but his efforts were in vain.
But who would have thought, the brother he trusted the most, who was always beside him, would be envious of him because of the power he had.
His brother had the heart to poison him, even colluding with his enemies.
But the sky was still protecting him, he could escape from the siege of his enemy and melt away by carrying the poison in his body.
A very powerful poison, which even the antidote cannot find.
Just for the sake of power, a brother he deeply believed in betrayed him.
Only for the sake of power did his brother forget the fraternal rope between them.
Just for the sake of power, his brother forgot his services, the memories among them.
At the end of his life, the man wrote down everything he knew in a book, named 'book emperor'.
Zhou Fan was shocked as the memory said the book of emperor.
Question after question appeared in Zhou Fan's head.
Who is the strongest man?
Is that his teacher?
The longer Zhou fan was the more he realized how vast the world was.
I don't know how much of a world like this is out there, Zhou Fan thought.
Slowly Zhou Fan returned to the realms.
Zhou Fan blinked his previous eyes without him noticing.
"Is this all real?" Zhou Fan thought that what he just gave off was reality.
"How long have I been here?" Zhou Fan muttered confusedly.
Because Zhou Fan was in the subconscious for over two hours. The young man thought he had been staying here for two hours as well.
But his thoughts soon he tepis, seeing no strange reactions from the surroundings had Zhou Fan's heart convinced everyone did not realize that Zhou Fan was carried into the subconscious.
"It should be easier!" Zhou Fan was very confident that he would be able to lift it, other than because of his strength, Zhou Fan believed that what happened in the subconscious was the real thing.
Zhou Fan clasped his hands together on the hilt of the night heirloom sword.
Zhou fan started counting...,
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2
Everyone was tense watching Zhou Fan raise his sword, but there were also those who were indifferent, as they felt it was a futile thing.
Simultaneously, a young lady looked at Zhou fan with a very difficult to interpret look.
"I didn't think I'd see you here."