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Chapter 164: Didn't Expect Him to Be a Passionate Man

Buzz——

Chen Ming was pondering his next step when the Mingfeng Sword in his hand once again began to vibrate on its own.

"Someone spying again? The people outside still haven't left?"

Very soon, he realized that this sword hum was different from before—both in frequency and sound.

It didn’t seem like a warning.

Rather… a yearning?

Chen Ming carefully attuned himself, faintly sensing the emotion transmitted by the Mingfeng Sword. It was exceptionally weak—so weak that he wondered if it was his own illusion.

"What is it yearning for?"

Suddenly, he sensed another emotion—a feeling of lingering attachment and timeless sorrowful affection.

Could it be...

Chen Ming pulled out the "Sword Jade" from his chest and held it in his hand, sensing the sword intent within more clearly.

Buzz——

Suddenly, the "Mingfeng Sword" vibrated even more intensely. That sense of yearning became increasingly vivid.

"So it really is because of this sword intent."

He thought inwardly. Then, a wave of bitterness surged in his heart—a fierce longing rose up within him. He began to miss his former lovers, reminiscing on their sweet beginnings and the heart-wrenching pain of parting...

These surging memories pulled him into their depths, hard to escape.

At the same time, the "Mingfeng Sword" in his hand vibrated even more violently. Its clear and resonant hum echoed throughout the tranquil little courtyard.

This disturbance quickly alarmed the others.

The ones who lived closest, Qiuxiang and Dongxiang, were the first to rush over. Hearing the increasingly loud sword hum from within the house, they felt a jolt in their hearts—like a needle prick between their brows. A premonition of great disaster loomed. Dıscover more novels at ɴovelfire.net

"Young Master——"

The two women cried out in alarm and were about to rush inside. Just a few steps in, they suddenly found themselves frozen in place.

"Do not go in."

An old man appeared in the courtyard without anyone noticing. His hair and beard were pitch black, but the deep wrinkles on his face revealed his advanced age. He was the same elder who had come to Jiangzhou City with Feng Siyuan.

The two maids knew they had encountered a formidable expert and called out in agitation, "Senior, the young master is still inside, please save him..."

The elder did not move but fixed his gaze on the small house with a solemn expression. "Rest assured, he’ll be fine."

Yet in his heart, he was stunned: that divine weapon’s spirit had clearly perished. How could it have revived?

"Something’s not right——"

"This is the sword intent of a Divine Repository Realm expert..."

So that’s it!

After a moment, the shocked elder arrived at a theory. The divine weapon’s spirit had not completely vanished. Because Chen Ming’s true qi was extremely compatible with the sword, it was nourished and partially revived.

Just so happened, he had on him a trace of sword intent from a Divine Repository Realm expert. The sword took the initiative to absorb and merge with it.

"Good lad!"

Once the elder understood, waves of astonishment surged in his heart. He had underestimated this young man after all.

To accomplish all this, one prerequisite was necessary: Chen Ming must have grasped the true essence of that sword intent. Only then could the divine weapon use him as a conduit, draw the sword intent into itself, and merge as one.

Only when held in the master’s hand could the divine weapon and master be united, avoiding backlash from the sword intent.

Otherwise, forcibly absorbing that sword intent would only result in the sword intent completely annihilating the last shred of the weapon’s spirit.

A Fifth Grade Martial Artist capable of comprehending the sword intent of a Divine Repository Realm expert—how astonishing was that?

If this got out, no one would believe it.

"Elder Huang, what’s going on?"

At this moment, Feng Siyuan also heard the commotion and rushed over, asking urgently, "Did that bastard from the Qin Family send someone to assassinate Chen Ming?"

Elder Huang shook his head. "No. This disturbance was caused by him."

He didn’t explain—this young master wasn’t proficient in martial arts and wouldn’t understand even if he did.

"Could it be——" Feng Siyuan thought of a possibility and exclaimed in shock, "He broke through to Fourth Grade?"

"No."

Feng Siyuan was stunned. "Don’t tell me… Third Grade?"

"……"

Elder Huang didn’t want to speak anymore. What a joker. Third Grade? And he actually dared to guess that.

After a while, the sword hum finally quieted.

Everyone present felt a wave of sorrow welling up in their hearts—a sense of desolation lingered.

The younger, less experienced ones didn’t feel much.

But Feng Siyuan was already in tears, recalling old romances and the vows exchanged beneath moonlight and flowers. His heart ached with unspeakable sorrow.

A look of deep reminiscence surfaced in Elder Huang’s eyes. After a moment, he sighed and remarked, "Didn’t expect this boy to be a passionate man."

Only a passionate man could comprehend such affectionate sword intent.

At that moment, the door creaked open.

Chen Ming stepped out. "Apologies for disturbing everyone’s rest. I just had some insights while practicing swordsmanship. There’s no enemy."

Elder Huang gave him and the divine weapon in his hand a deep look, then said, "As long as you're fine. Young Master, get some rest." After speaking, he turned and left.

Feng Siyuan had wanted to say something, but his heart was weighed with melancholy and he simply walked away.

The other guards and attendants who had rushed over also dispersed.

Only the pair of maids remained in the courtyard, their eyes still slightly red.

Seeing their sincere concern, Chen Ming was a little touched and said, "I’m fine. Go back and get some more sleep."

The two graceful maids silently bowed and returned to their quarters.

Chen Ming returned to his room. After shutting the door, he looked at the "Mingfeng Sword" in his hand, his expression somewhat complicated.

The good news was, the spirit of this divine weapon had somewhat revived, its power elevated further. He now had a strong chance even against a Fourth Grade opponent.

The bad news was—the Sword Jade had been destroyed. The sword intent within had actually been absorbed by the "Mingfeng Sword."

It was hard to say whether it was a loss or a gain.

Chen Ming recalled when he had encountered Mudan from Tianxiang Tower before—he hadn’t even gotten a chance to take out the Sword Jade. So, even that Sword Jade wasn’t of much use against experts of Third Grade and above.

Now the Sword Jade was gone, but his combat power had increased significantly. That definitely counted as a gain.

"I wonder if I can win against a Fourth Grade now."

He was itching to find a Fourth Grade expert to test himself against.

The first person that came to mind was Su Zhi Ning.

"Forget it."

He immediately dismissed the thought. Su Zhi Ning's strength was absolutely top-tier even among Fourth Grades. Fighting her would leave him little chance of victory.

Better to borrow a Fourth Grade from Feng Siyuan.

With that in mind, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to recover the true qi he had expended.

Just now, when the "Mingfeng Sword" was fusing with that sword intent, it had nearly drained all his true qi.

This divine weapon was indeed exceptionally powerful. But the consumption was equally immense. He was like a ten-degree battery trying to drive a thousand-kilowatt motor—the energy was depleted in an instant.

……

As dawn approached.

Chen Ming opened his eyes and felt that his true qi had mostly recovered. He thought to himself, "At least the charging speed isn’t too slow."

He had meditated for a little over two hours, about five hours in real time. Compared to others, that was already very fast.

"Next time I should prepare some qi-recovery pills."

In this world, pills that could directly increase one's cultivation were few and extremely rare. But there were some pills that helped with qi recovery.

At this moment, Qiuxiang and Dongxiang entered with washbasins to assist him with his morning routine.

Suddenly, he thought of Chunxiang and Xiaxiang back home, then of his elder brother and sister-in-law. He had been away for nearly two months now—how were they doing?

"Is Young Master worried about Qin Changyuan?"

Suddenly, Dongxiang asked softly.

"Hm?"

Chen Ming’s thoughts were pulled back. He asked in confusion, "What about him?"

Only then did Dongxiang realize she had misunderstood. She lowered her head, looking like she had committed a grave mistake. "This maid spoke out of turn. Please punish me, Young Master."

Seeing her panic, Chen Ming put on a stern face. "Hold out your hands."

Dongxiang timidly extended both hands.

Pa! Pa!

Chen Ming lightly tapped both her palms and said, "Alright, speak. What did Qin Changyuan do while I was in seclusion?"

Dongxiang froze. She instinctively looked up at him and saw his expression was calm—he clearly wasn’t pursuing the matter. She lowered her head again and hid her hands behind her back.

Qiuxiang also froze for a moment. Seeing Dongxiang like that, she quickly explained, "It’s said that for the past month, Qin Changyuan has been going to Tianxiang Tower every day to try and see Mudan, but he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her. Then rumors started spreading that Mudan has already set her heart on Young Master and no longer receives any other guests..."

What?

Chen Ming was stunned, then gasped, suddenly realizing how serious this was.

A courtesan like Mudan—with that kind of beauty and temperament—there might not be a second like her in the world. She was a disciple of the Heaven’s Path Alliance and a Third Grade expert.

One could imagine how many people in Jiangzhou City would be captivated by her.

Previously, everyone had a chance.

Now that she had shut her doors to all, people would assume that her heart belonged solely to him, Chen Ming. Wouldn’t that incite public outrage?

Damn it.

Did she not realize this could get someone killed?

Chen Ming cursed Mudan to the heavens in his mind. If he had truly gained anything, he might have accepted it. But the key was—he hadn’t!

He was taking the blame for nothing.

He hadn’t even settled the last account when she ambushed him, and now she had schemed against him again.

Just you wait!

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ming asked, "And then?"

Qiuxiang whispered, "Then, Qin Changyuan spread word that he was going to deal with you."

"So why hasn’t he come to my door yet?"

"Rumor has it the Qin Family owns shares in Guanglong Trading Company, and Qin Changyuan has to show some respect to the Feng Family. Spreading the word like this is his way of putting pressure on the Fengs."

Chen Ming glanced at her in surprise. "You sure know a lot."

At that moment, Dongxiang explained, "Bam... Qiuxiang has had a photographic memory since childhood. Back at... that place, she read a lot of intelligence reports and remembered everything."

Chen Ming laughed. "Then I really picked up a treasure."

Dongxiang said worriedly, "Young Master, Qin Changyuan is known to be narrow-minded and vengeful. Even if you’re staying with the Fengs, he won’t let this go."

Chen Ming replied, "In that case, let’s leave."

"Leave? Where to?"

"Move out, of course."