Chapter 1648 - 848: I’m Going to Kill You! (2)

"Thank you, Brother Ji Jue."

Xiao An did not decline, taking the inheritance before him with proper formality, which made Ji Jue even more pleased. He placed a second long rectangular box in front of him and solemnly clapped his hands:

"Take a look at this!"

He said expectantly, "The most important for the Sword Sound lineage is still to have a sword, right?"

In the silence, a faint and indistinct sound suddenly arose.

It occurred the moment Xiao An reached out his hand.

The pitch-black box trembled slightly, and a few minuscule dust particles resting on the box suddenly rose into the air, disturbed with fright. The spiritual circuit sealed on the box also appeared from nowhere, suppressing the internal agitation, yet unable to stop the distant and low hum from spreading.

The sword sound within the box was like a song of joy.

As if sensing its user nearby, the sword blade, never drawn since it was forged, howled with excitement, even resonating with An Ran's own matrix.

It seemed like they were born as one, indistinguishable from each other.

This was a weapon built to the specifications and needs as passed down by the Sword Sound lineage, so how could it feel unfamiliar and distant when faced with its true master?

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the window, falling upon the sword blade, as if it were shattered by it, exploding into a myriad of brilliant fragments of light.

Within the infusion and circulation of spirituality, the sword sound continued endlessly, shedding its metallic luster inch by inch, clear and ethereal like glass, colorful and splendid.

And when the sword blade came before the young man's eyes, the flowing faint light seemed to fall into his dark eyes, igniting and making the hidden fierceness and animosity in the darkness flare like flames, uncontrollable.

"Hello."

The young man examined it, chuckled softly, and introduced himself: "My name is An Ran."

The sword blade sang, resonating incessantly.

As if cheering.

"Brother Ji Jue, can I name it?"

Xiao An looked up excitedly.

Ji Jue nodded.

This step was meant for him.

For the user to name it themselves was the start of unlocking the constraints of spirituality, the true beginning of human and sword becoming one.

"..."

In a brief meditation, Xiao An gazed at the flowing light on the sword blade, softly murmuring: "I once heard Grandpa say that the Four Seasons Sword is boundless in its greatness, when the sword is drawn, it's like the Yangtze River rolling forward, never returning. With one strike, it ends all grievances in the world.

That realm is too distant, I dare not imagine it, but since Brother Ji Jue thinks I am worthy of such a gift, I wish to give it a try—"

He raised the long sword in his hand, as if seeking advice: "From today onwards, you shall be called 'Li Hen,' how about it?"

The clanging sword sound rose again, as if singing with excitement!

At that moment, the Sword of Li Hen in the young man's hand shook violently, the originally clear and ethereal sword blade displaying a myriad of illusion light in blue, red, white, and black, merging into one, ultimately disappearing completely.

Only a faint and indeterminate silhouette emerged, accompanied by the sudden breeze from An Ran's hand, constantly transforming!

In the casual swing, it swept past tables, chairs, and surrounding furnishings, yet left no wound or crack. However, everything in the path of the sword blade, every speck of dust, was neatly and sharply split in two.

Even though the form was gone, the sharp and fierce spirit grew increasingly intense, not fearing the substance, yet surpassing the substance!

"No, wait..."

Ji Jue was stunned, picked up the compilation and summary written by Old Deng and others in ancient books beside him, examined it carefully, then looked up at An Ran's hand.

Even suspected his own eyes.

From existence to non-existence, then from non-existence to existence, the exquisite transformation between the presence and absence of the sword blade was clearly the core secret transmission of the Sword Sound lineage, the foundation of the Four Seasons Sword—Sword Qi Transformation!

Originally fragmented and detailed in ancient books, relying on Old Deng's speculations and deductions to patch together, this art was now effortlessly completed in An Ran's hands!

Though An Ran who had left home did not have the qualifications to touch Fei Guang, the An Family had long imprinted the common foundations of White Deer lineage upon An Ran's body through rigorous training and tempering.

Over these years, the study and use of Sword Sound had already made his mastery and command of this matrix exquisite, only lacking matching skills and conditions, forcing him to mimic the Hunter Finger's direction to reproduce using the Blade Teeth's matrix, inevitably bearing some inadequacies and discounts except for the Sword Qi enhancement.

At this moment, when Ji Jue referred to the Blade Teeth inheritance and the sword tailored for him fell into his hand, the final barrier was effortlessly breached and crossed.

With the incomplete general framework and the vague descriptions, Sword Qi Transformation followed naturally!

Unlike the wild White Deers of the past, even with just the foundational basics of the secret transmission, An Ran at this moment already fully qualified to be regarded as 'Blade Teeth'!

If one day he achieves something on this path, perhaps he could continue the Gu Family's legacy and establish a branch in the Desert Market, becoming a sect ancestor.

However, with the 'Divine Skill Initial Achievement,' An Ran exhibited no excitement, as he realized, his expression suddenly stiffened, revealing fear:

"If sister knows..."

The runaway, rebellious brother, instead of thinking of returning home quickly, actually went and learned someone else's heritage, stubbornly not turning back, this could not be resolved with just a beating!

At least a few beatings!

"Don't worry, if she dares come, I'll help you beat her up!"

Ji Jue patted his chest and assured firmly, "You have no idea; when she's in front of me, she doesn't even dare to speak loudly!"

"Really?" An Ran was overjoyed.

"Really, really!"

Ji Jue nodded repeatedly, feeling insecure but forcing a smile—compared to his own problems, your little brother's grudge doesn't even rank.

If the two of us fall into a river, and there's only one gun, it's possible your sister might unload a whole clip on me.

An Ran didn't doubt it at all, nodding sincerely:

"Brother Ji Jue is really amazing!"

"Of course! Let me tell you…"

Ji Jue was ready to boast a bit more, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Instinctively, he looked around suspiciously.

Realizing he was spooked by his imagination, he coughed awkwardly twice, this topic could not continue!

He quickly asked:

"Um, cough cough... How long did you take off this time?"

"I don't know."

An Ran blinked cluelessly, "I used up all the accumulated vacation days from recent years at once... It should be around thirty or forty days, right?"

Upon mentioning this, he suddenly worried: "I left in such a hurry, I haven't had the chance to tell Sister Huahua; what if she can't handle it alone?

Should I go back sooner?"

"Relax, you can enjoy yourself in Seven Cities. Just consider it a vacation."

Ji Jue glanced at a message on his phone and smiled slightly, "As for Cliff City, I have other arrangements!"

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Earlier, in the morning at Cliff City, Security Bureau Branch.

Amid the crisp sound of the elevator, a line of robust figures, armed to the teeth, filed out, dark and imposing, occupying the corridor.

A knock on the door echoed.

The puzzled 'stay-at-home child' just opened the door and was dumbfounded.

Goodness…

What is this?

The leading robust woman grinned, "Are you Miss Tong Hua?"

"...Yes, that's me."

Tong Hua shrunk back a bit, staring suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Bang!

A crisp and synchronized snap, those robust figures suddenly straightened, stamped their feet, raised their hands in a salute, their smooth actions almost shook the entire floor, the blood flames of the legion surged, the shouting deafening:

"——Coastal Industry Security Department Cliff City Special Operations Team at your service!"

"What the heck?!"

Tong Hua exclaimed in shock.

The leading woman's smile grew more enthusiastic, lifting both hands, respectfully handing over a note.

[I borrowed Xiao An, no need to worry, will definitely return before Sister Wen is back!]

At the end of the scribbled message, there was an incredibly abstract smiley face and a reminder: [Look after the family well~]

"Does the surname Ji simply disregard all human decency, huh!"

In the face of overwhelming barking, Tong Hua flared in anger, then flared again, after and once finishing, like a melodramatic heroine, sorrow came over her:

"First it's Sister Wen, then it's Xiao An; what was once a nice family, is about to be torn apart by you!"

Thinking that perhaps even Old Zhang might be poached, and leaving without taking her along, she immediately became more infuriated, angrily declaring again:

"——I'm going to kill you!!!"

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Several hours later, Ling Shuo finished a lengthy string of chatter.

In the ensuing silence, Xiao An looked down bewildered, staring at the long list in his hand, brooding deeply, and soon, as if enlightened, he suddenly realized:

"Though I don't quite understand, just kill them all, right?