Don't Cause Trouble Chapter 73: Ancient Silver Blood Jade

Ye Su’s gaze fell on the broken end of the Chongming Sword, and she was slightly surprised.

The biggest difference between a sword and a saber is that one has a double edge and the other a single edge. As for length and width, that depends on the specific weapon.

She had seen swords that were wider than typical sabers and some sabers that were longer than swords.

"Let me see." Ye Su held out her hand for the Chongming Sword from Yi Xuan.

The moment she took it, she noticed something was off.

The break wasn’t a true fracture. In fact, it seemed this was how the sword had always been since it was first forged.

Ye Su ran her fingers lightly along the spine of the sword.

"This saber… was originally a sword."

The blacksmith must have intended to forge a sword at first, but for some unknown reason, changed their mind at the last moment—cutting off the tip and sealing one edge.

Concealing the sharp edge, cutting off the tail… how interesting.

"This sword suits you," Ye Su said, handing the Chongming Sword back to Yi Xuan. "But you’ll probably need to adjust your sword techniques."

Yi Xuan lowered his head, carefully feeling the sword in his hands.

Joy filled his heart, though he kept his expression composed.

"That’s fine."

"You can form a blood contract now!" a nearby disciple said excitedly.

"Yi-shidi, hurry—let us witness the Chongming Sword recognizing its master!"

The disciples from various peaks of the Sword Sect chimed in, all eager to witness this historic moment.

Although Yi Xuan still wore a calm face, the corners of his mouth slightly curved up.

He gripped the Chongming Sword tightly and lowered his eyes, staring at it for a long moment before extending two fingers to firmly swipe the edge.

Blood smeared across the sword instantly.

A flash of blinding white light burst out the master recognition contract was successfully formed.

As soon as the contract took effect, the entire Sword Tomb erupted in a chorus of ringing swords, as if every sword were congratulating the Chongming Sword for finding its master.

"No wonder it’s the Chongming Sword, it even causes such a commotion," said a disciple from another peak.

Some even had to calm their own newly bonded swords, stopping them from joining the resonance.

Once the chorus of swords finally quieted, a teleportation array appeared beneath their feet—it signaled that the time in the Sword Tomb had ended.

"Come here," Ye Su said as she reached out and pulled You Fushi, who was standing outside the array, into the formation.

"It’s time for us to go."

You Fushi let her pull him in, while slowly absorbing the pure spiritual energy from the spirit stone in his other hand.

……

As they reappeared above the clouds, the sect leader of the Sword Sect raised his hand and pulled them up to the cliff’s edge.

Then he drew his Mo Wen Sword and closed the final passage to the Sword Tomb.

"Who pulled out the Chongming Sword?"

Xin Shenzi was the first to rush forward, immediately glancing at his own disciple’s hand—

And sure enough, he saw that familiar sword.

His face instantly lit up with delight as he said proudly, "Disciple, I knew it was you!"

He threw an arm around Yi Xuan and boasted to the nearby elders, "I couldn’t pull it out back then, but my disciple did! Hahaha!"

No matter how many times it happened, Yi Xuan still wasn’t used to Xin Shenzi’s overly affectionate attitude—

But slowly, he had stopped trying to avoid it.

—Of course, he couldn’t really dodge it anyway.

"Sect Master Zhou, I sincerely apologize."

Ye Su was already pulling You Fushi over to apologize.

"We truly didn’t mean to enter the Sword Tomb."

"It’s fine," Zhou Qi replied without concern.

"It was our fault for not reinforcing the cliff’s barrier."

Ye Su wasn’t just apologizing for that, there was another matter.

"Little junior brother, take out the sword."

Ye Su turned to You Fushi.

When You Fushi slowly pulled the Chongming Sword out of his qiankun bag,

Ye Su turned back to Zhou Qi and said,

"Sect Master Zhou, would it be possible to sell this sword to Qianji Sect? We don’t have enough spirit stones at the moment, could we possibly pay on credit?"

The moment the Chongming Sword was revealed, everything around them fell silent again.

Whether it was Sect Master Zhou, the elders, or even Xin Shenzi—

All of them turned in shock to look.

"That sword was pulled out too?"

Ma Congqiu was dumbfounded and muttered, "…Do people from Qianji Sect just pull swords better than the rest of us?"

Zhou Qi, after all, was a sect master.

He quickly regained composure and calmly asked You Fushi, "This sword… was drawn by you, little friend?"

You Fushi reluctantly nodded.

"…Little friend Ye," Zhou Qi looked kindly at Ye Su, "Since he could draw the sword, then it’s fate. Talking about spirit stones is too worldly, why don’t we consider it a gift from Sword Sect?"

That generous?

Ye Su’s eyes showed a hint of doubt.

"Just take it already. We’ve been wanting to get rid of that sword for a while," Xin Shenzi cut in, "But like the Chongming Sword, no one could ever draw it."

The Chongming Sword had a proper origin and detailed records. It had been with the Sword Sect since the founding of the sect.

Its appearance often signaled unrest among demons in the cultivation world.

But the sword You Fushi had drawn had no records at all.

All they knew was that it could confuse people’s minds.

Every time disciples walked the sword path, someone always fell for it.

As time passed, the sword’s bloodthirsty aura only grew stronger.

The Sword Sect had actually wanted to remove it to prevent any more incidents—

But no one could draw it.

It had even been in the Sword Tomb longer than the Chongming Sword.

Given all that, Ye Su allowed You Fushi to keep the sword but silently made a note to remember this favor.

……

Ever since they came out of the Sword Tomb, Yi Xuan had drawn the attention of everyone in the Sword Sect from the Grand Elders at the top, to the newest disciples just entering the sect.

Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the legendary Chongming Sword.

"This Chongming can be compared with the Seven Absolutes Sword from the Kunlun Sect—imagine how powerful that makes it!"

Ma Congqiu put one foot on a stone table, gesturing dramatically with both hands.

"Chongming before the Seven Absolutes just listen to that! Our sect’s Chongming Sword even ranks above the Seven Absolutes!"

"That’s right! With the Chongming Sword, we’re definitely going to win the next sect tournament!"

"Senior Brother Ma, who has the Seven Absolutes Sword now?"

"Uh… it must still be somewhere in Kunlun."

Ma Congqiu scratched his head.

He had heard of the Seven Absolutes Sword, but had no idea who currently wielded it.

The Seven Absolutes Sword was far more famous than the Chongming Sword—

Over the past ten thousand years, many of Kunlun’s most famous geniuses had used that sword.

But nowadays, the most dazzling rising star in Kunlun’s younger generation wielded a different famous sword altogether:

—The Lone Abyss Sword.

"In any case, for this upcoming tournament, our Sword Sect is bound to shine bright!"

Ma Congqiu raised both hands to the sky, lifting his head in dramatic praise.

"Look! It’s Senior Brother Yi!"

The group of young disciples who had been gathered around Ma Congqiu suddenly rushed over,

Secretly peeking at the sword in Yi Xuan’s hand as they whispered excitedly,

"So that’s the Chongming Sword!"

Ma Congqiu: "…"

Yi Xuan held the sword in his hand, walking alongside Lu Jiu and Xu Chengyu.

The three of them headed together toward the sword training field.

Lately, Xin Shenzi had been in especially high spirits, insisting on personally training them every single day.

As for Ma Congqiu and Zhou Yun, they’d been left out.

Xin Shenzi thought they were boring.

Besides, with his own disciple now around, why should he bother teaching anyone else?

While the Chongming Sword and its new wielder were in the spotlight,

On the other hand, the Chongming Sword received almost no attention.

After You Fushi brought the sword back, he naturally didn’t use it for training. He hadn’t even properly meditated or cultivated.

The only place the Chongming Sword ended up was tossed into a cheap qiankun bag.

But today, it finally saw the light of day.

Xia Er had asked to take a look, he loved swords, and felt that every one of them deserved to be studied.

Right now, the Chongming Sword sat on a stone table in the courtyard.

Its owner lounged nearby, casually spinning a teacup with his fingers.

Every so often, he’d stretch his hand toward Ye Su, silently demanding that she refill it with spirit tea. He didn’t spare a single glance at the sword.

"Senior Sister, this old silver here is top quality. If I scraped a bit off, I bet it’d be worth a lot."

Xia Er’s eyes lit up as he examined the sword.

Ye Su took the teacup from You Fushi’s hand.

With her other hand, she lifted the teapot and calmly filled the cup.

Only after that did she slowly hand the cup back to him and say,

"Ancient silver suppresses the blood jade’s demonic energy. You can’t scrape it."