My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 548 - 378: The Sacred Object of Sang Island_2

Chapter 548: Chapter 378: The Sacred Object of Sang Island_2

The magnificent sword energy roared out, causing the Sangdao Ancient Sword to tremble with a sense of fear originating from its core! The Ancient Emperor’s Nine Swords suppressed its strange powers!

Boom!

The sword energy slammed into the Sangdao Ancient Sword. It tried its best to resist for a moment but was unable to, and it fell heavily into the dust.

Owen Bertram chuckled, thinking that this sword could be placed in the Ghost Zone, making the most of its use.

With a thought, the Immortal Binding Rope shot out and securely tied up the Sangdao Ancient Sword, flying back into Owen’s hand. Owen took a glance at it, noticing two ancient characters engraved on its body: Ancient Village.

"Ancient Village Sword?" Owen shook his head: "Never heard of it."

The Ancient Village Sword struggled in the Immortal Binding Rope, protesting that it was famous in Sangdao. Sadly, it couldn’t break free.

Owen looked around and then reached out to grab at a spot near the cave entrance. Shadows wavered, and a curved sword sheath appeared. Owen inserted the Ancient Village Sword back into the sheath. The ferocious sword instantly calmed down. He was about to throw it into his storage brocade pouch when he suddenly sensed that the sword was somehow connected to someone else controlling it from afar.

"Heh heh." Owen sneered secretly, determined to find the mastermind behind all this once he left the cave.

Whoosh--

The Ancient Village Sword flew into the Storage Brocade Pouch, severing the connection with the mastermind.

...

The string in the hands of the Sangdao people snapped, and their faces were shocked: "The sacred ancient village sword was captured!"

The others’ faces changed dramatically as well: "How could this be?!"

They looked at each other with grave expressions and then simultaneously rose and fled without saying a word!

...

Owen Bertram passed by Glenn Mitchell without bothering to deal with him. Glenn had foolishly rushed in despite him reminding him not to be reckless.

Glenn lowered his head, his face flushing red with embarrassment.

Owen had already walked past but still turned back to Bart and said, "Give him a Healing Spirit Elixir."

Bart took out a Spiritual Pill and handed it to Glenn Mitchell without saying a word. He was extremely dissatisfied with him.

Leroy Baker grinned and approached Owen, "As expected, staying with Master ensures safety, hehe."

With his thick skin, he followed Owen out of Eden Cave, at least ranking higher than the impoverished cultivators behind him. Glenn Mitchell didn’t have the audacity to compete for a higher ranking.

Only after all the impoverished cultivators left did he slowly get up and leave.

...

There was a small square outside the exit, which was Merton Academy’s temporary arrangement.

Evans Graham, accompanied by his men, waited anxiously here, wondering how many sword artifacts the cultivators would bring out this time. If there were four, the previous loss could be barely made up. The price of the sword artifacts in Eden Cave was even higher than that of the same rank Flying Swords.

Everyone in the capital knew that the swords here had higher spiritual intelligence. The sword artifacts brought out by the students back then mostly promoted themselves one rank higher a few hundred years later.

If they could have five swords, he would profit! If there were six... it would be great, making a fortune for all his hard work.

Evans sighed in his heart: Wasn’t his life hard enough? He had offended so many people, his reputation was in tatters, and he left a bad impression on the Heaven’s Chosen of this generation, jeopardizing his future for the next few hundred years!

At this moment, he only had one thought: It’s so hard to make money and eat shit!

"There must be at least four swords! You all think you’re the best of this generation in the Wood Dynasty. Don’t disappoint me again!"

The servants and household guards who followed, as well as the distinguished people who came to watch the ceremony, had also arrived at the entrance. Master Lane was surrounded by several people, discussing the current state of the Imperial Court, intermixed with praises for his recent battle achievements. His voice was loud and ignorant of others.

Lord Liam was also accompanied by some elegant and noble middle-aged men who occasionally told jokes, making Lord Liam giggle and look charming.

Even a blind man could see that the two were competing, waiting for the other to take the initiative to start a conversation.

Every time Lord Liam giggled, Abner Lane felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He secretly glanced at Liam a few times, using his strength at the peak of the Seventh Level. However, Lord Liam didn’t give him any attention.

When he looked at her for the fifth time, he was caught by Lord Liam. Their eyes met, and Master Lane felt unusually uneasy.

Lord Liam smiled triumphantly and raised her head slightly. Abner quickly avoided her gaze, but Lord Liam already felt like she had won. Ignoring the fawning people around her, she gracefully approached Master Lane and asked, "Do you think Owen Bertram will win?"

Master Lane felt a bit stifled, unsure whether it was because of those bees and butterflies around Lord Liam or because he had lost this secret competition.

In any case, his voice was somewhat somber, "He will not give Evans any opportunity, so he will not bring out any sword artifacts. Without the sword artifacts, it will be difficult to achieve anything in this competition."

Lord Liam smiled faintly: "Little Lane, you don’t understand your own loyal subordinate."