Chapter 383: Three hundred and eighty-three Dragon Taming Sword
"What is this?"
Despite his excitement, the heart full of anticipation led Yun Xiao to open the old, worn-out black wooden box immediately. Yet, when he saw the object lying quietly inside the box, the anticipation in his heart instantly turned into disappointment.
What lay there seemed to be nothing more than a somewhat decayed three-foot wooden sword without a scabbard, dull and lusterless, just as unremarkable as the wooden box holding it.
Even the play wooden sword that Yun Xiao’s mother, Shang Li, carved for him when he was a child in Moon Bow City’s Shang Family was much more splendid than the one before his eyes.
This looked like some child’s toy wooden sword, left in this box for countless years, covered with dust, that could not even harm an ordinary person who knew nothing of Meridian Qi Cultivation, let alone those powerful cultivators.
"Is this the Sect Treasure of the Jade Pot Sect? Is this the treasure that the Xuanyue Imperial Family fought desperately to seize?"
A strong sense of disappointment made Yun Xiao somewhat deranged. Ever since he first entered the Jade Pot Cave, he had an inexplicably complicated connection with this black box.
Later on, due to the Royal Family’s conspiracy and schemes, Yun Xiao endured life-threatening dangers, almost losing his life under the Xuan Kill Order, and only by relying on his extraordinary means did he manage to acquire this black wooden box from the hand of Xuan Jiuding.
Who would have thought that upon opening it, it would contain such a worthless wooden sword? For a moment, Yun Xiao found it hard to accept this. Could it be that with this broken wooden sword, he was expected to defeat Yue Qi, who is at the Mid Stage of the Meridian Union Realm?
"Tsk, tsk, you are, after all, a mighty soul reincarnated from the Nine-layered Dragon Cloud, yet you fail to recognize a treasure before your eyes. The supreme treasure of the Nine Dragons Continent lies before you, and you regard it as nothing more than a doormat. How pitiful!"
