Chapter Fifteen: The Gift of the Sword

  At dawn, Qin Yun woke up in the forest amidst the crisp and melodious chirping of birds.

  The Qin family estate is located at the foot of Xiaogushan Mountain, surrounded by lush greenery and a beautiful environment. Behind the small house where Qin Yun lives is a forest.

  His back and shoulders still ached, reminding him that the bloody battle last night was not a dream. Thinking that today is the day of the Return Flow Selection, Qin Yun endured his physical discomfort to get dressed and out of bed.

  The wound on his back was nothing serious, just a flesh wound. With his physique and body tempered through nine layers of heavenly refinement to the realm of Qi Refining, applying medicine would allow him to recover in two or three days at most.

  However, the sword wound that pierced his left shoulder was troublesome because it injured his bones and meridians. It would take at least a month to fully recover, and he still couldn't use his true energy to heal himself.

  This also means that he won't be able to fight with anyone for a month, and thinking of that inexplicable Qin Er Ye, Qin Yun's heart is filled with indignation.

  Even if he had his last breath left, he would absolutely not let the other party have their way!

  Seize! Seize!

  The door of the room was knocked on by someone, and the visitor seemed very polite, knocking softly with their hand.

  Qin Yun was slightly stunned.

  Since that night at the Longqing Wine House, all newcomers kept a respectful distance from him. Even Qin Haishan moved out early and left, making him an outcast in the Qin family estate.

  At this time who came back to find him?

  With a hint of doubt, Qin Yun opened the door.

  Standing at the door was an old man in gray, with white hair and beard, a wrinkled old face with a kind smile, and a pair of seemingly dull old eyes that subtly revealed a sharp gaze.

  "Old man, who are you looking for?" Qin Yun asked, he didn't know the other person at all.

  The old man in grey clothes smiled and said: "You must be that little guy named Qin Yun, right? I've been entrusted with a task and have some things to discuss with you."

  "I am Qin Yun..." Qin Yun made a big and generous inviting gesture: "Old man, please come in."

  Whether it's good fortune or bad luck, bad luck can't be avoided! No matter what the other party wants to talk about, Qin Yun doesn't think he has any room for resistance.

  This seemingly ordinary old man in grey clothes is probably not an ordinary person. If he were to be disadvantaged, it would likely just take a flick of his little finger.

  Qin Yun's politeness and composure slightly surprised the old man in grey clothes.

  From the information he got, Qin Yun was just a kid from a poor and remote village, only with some talent and luck.

  But now looking at Qin Yun's demeanor and behavior, he is absolutely not that kind of ignorant and rude country bumpkin, but rather like a refined young master who has been cultivated in the family since childhood, with a dignified and polite demeanor.

  However, the old man in grey was also not too concerned, after all, even if it was a scattered Qin family child, there were many family traditions to rely on.

  After sitting down in the small living room, the old man in gray didn't waste any words and placed a long sword with its scabbard that he had brought along in front of Qin Yun, then took out two delicate-necked porcelain bottles and put them together.

  Seeing the other's actions, Qin Yun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Old man, what are you..."

  The old man in grey robes smiled and said, "Consider this a small compensation for you. Someone has done wrong and he has already received sufficient punishment. I have come to deliver these things on the orders of His Majesty."

  Qin Yun didn't look at the things on the table, and after a moment of contemplation, he asked: "May I ask who your master is?"

  Good fellow! This time, the old man in grey clothes really looked at Qin Yun with a different gaze.

  He had seen many young people from the family, but very few were as calm and composed as Qin Yun at his age, especially since he was just a collateral descendant without any background.

  The old man in grey didn't know that back then, when Qin Yuanfeng was on his deathbed and entrusted his orphan to him, the loyal and dedicated Qin Yang had spent more than a decade pouring his heart and soul into Qin Yun.

  A dedicated teacher, a harsh environment, and the tempering of life-and-death trials have forged Qin Yun's current will and character.

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  However, Qin Yang also told Qin Yun that taking the elixir can quickly increase his strength, but it is absolutely not as solid and reliable as his own hard work, and if he takes too much of it, he will become dependent on it and will never be able to give it up again.

  Put down the dan medicine, Qin Yun picked up the long sword again.

  Clang!

  A long sword was drawn from its scabbard, a flash of cold light instantly swept across his eyes, and the forest's icy murderous aura rushed towards him.

  Good sword!

  Qin Yun couldn't help but secretly admire it, this thousand-refined black iron sword was straight and sharp, its edge unparalleled. Just by looking at its appearance, it was not much inferior to his own hidden Qinghuang Sword.

  Especially, its sword back is pure black, with a finger-wide blood groove on it, which adds a few points of murderous aura.

  The edges and tips of the swords on both sides were polished to a bright shine, Qin Yun took out a silver ingot to test it, with a light swing, it was cut into two segments, without using any strength.

  The sword is a good one, but in Qin Yun's view, this thousand-refined black iron sword and the Qinghua Sword are now unable to be taken out of hand, and will also attract envy and provoke covetousness.

  He suddenly thought, would Qin Liehai give this sword to himself with ulterior motives?

  Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

  In any case, Qin Yun decided to continue keeping his ordinary iron sword.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!

  At this moment, a loud bell rang outside, reminding Qin Yun that the most important moment of today had arrived and he must not miss it.

  Qin Yun's spirits lifted instantly, and after putting away the Thousand-Tempered Black Iron Sword and two bottles of elixirs, he left his room.