Yu Qing Qian returned to the private room. Jiang Hao and the others had a new understanding of her talent and strength.
Che Tong Tong’s face was filled with excitement, and she poured a cup of wine for Yu Qing Qian, “Congratulations, did you see that Leng Ling Shuang’s stinky expression just now that was almost turning green, how satisfying.”
Yu Qing Qian took the wine and said with a bit of domineering: “She and I also have a personal grudge, so who’s face do I slap if not hers?”
In fact, Leng Ling Shuang hides herself pretty well on the surface, and it wasn’t as exaggerated as Che Tong Tong said.
“HAHA, Yu Qing Qian, I’m definitely befriending you.” Che Tong Tong patted Yu Qing Qian’s shoulder straightforwardly, “After we arrive at the Holy Academy, we’ll lord over the others.”
The little witch who was used to being domineering on the Central Continent had a crazy obsession with being the bane of existence to the Holy Academy, and Yu Qing Qian was obviously regarded as an ally by her.
Che Fei Fei’s smile froze, and she called out helplessly: “Little aunt.”
After Che Tong Tong was admitted to the Holy Academy, she was given important instructions by her clan to watch this little aunt closely and not let her cause big trouble.
Che Tong Tong waved her hands impatiently upon hearing this, “I know what’s appropriate, don’t worry, I won’t cause trouble randomly.”
Then she winked at Yu Qing Qian, her meaning obvious—ignore Che Fei Fei, we’ll do our own thing.
Yu Qing Qian immediately felt amused, and she liked Che Tong Tong’s temperament a little more.
Feng Chen could tell that Che Tong Tong had a domineering and cheerful temperament, and she could get along well with Yu Qing Qian. He didn’t interfere with their friendship.
As for whether Yu Qing Qian and Che Tong Tong would bring disaster to the Holy Academy or not, he wasn’t worried at all. One was that his Qian Qian had always understood her boundaries, and two, even if she really caused trouble, he’d be there to support her.
After the peak-quality Nourishing Soil treasure snatch was over, the beautiful woman walked to the centre of the hall again. Right now, there was a silver longsword in her hand, and there were clusters of complicated patterns on the sword. The sword was restrained, but its sharpness was no less.
“Now begins the snatch for the three finale treasures. This is a longsword at spirit tool level, and it contains nine layers of plant inscription seals. It even has some spiritual intelligence. If it doesn’t recognize the owner, then it can’t be used.”
The beautiful woman added with a smile: “Our Underground Palace has already had hundreds of talented Spirit Kings and Spirit Emperors try it, but no one can subdue it to be recognized as owner. This time, the Palace Owner added it as one of the finale items for the treasure snatching event.
“The rules for the treasure snatching this time are very simple. Whoever can make it acknowledge as its owner within an hour will obtain this silver longsword. If no one can do it when the time is up, then this treasure snatching will be considered invalid.”
The beautiful woman tossed the silver longsword up. The sword made a humming sound and automatically hovered in mid-air in the hall.
“If you want to subdue this sword, all you have to do is release your mental energy to communicate with it. Let’s start now.” After the beautiful woman finished speaking, she withdrew.
The woman’s words made everyone present moved. An organisation as strong as the Underground Palace dispatched a hundred geniuses but none of them had conquered the sword, which also stimulated their fighting spirit.
Right now, many mental energies were releases from various private rooms, including from Mo Yi Ran, Shui Yan Ze, Leng Ling Shuang, and Xie Feng Zhi. Of course, there were also many young talents from large clans who released their mental energy.
Forged weapons were generally divided into several levels—magic tool, spirit tool, sacred tool, and divine tool. Spirit tools were already high-grade and very precious, so many people present were tempted.
Yu Qing Qian looked at the vast sword force emanating from the silver longsword and couldn’t help but praise: “What a truly good sword.”
Then she turned to look at Feng Chen and said: “Sick Beauty, you like longswords, why not give it a try?”
Yu Qing Qian preferred to use bow and arrows while Feng Chen preferred to use longswords.
“Sure, I’ll try.” Feng Chen smiled softly. He had that plan to begin with, and so he released his mental energy to communicate with the sword.