Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 623 - 623 623 Zhanlu Sword

623: Chapter 623 Zhanlu Sword 623: Chapter 623 Zhanlu Sword “It is the Divine Emperor,” Old Master Ming said indifferently.

All the people in the room, including Ming Xizhi, were taken aback.

The Divine Emperor is giving Qin Han a gift?

“The Divine Emperor?” Qin Han asked, puzzled.

“Yes!”

Qin Han nodded and said, “What is it?”

Old Master Ming looked at Qin Han’s composure and inwardly nodded in approval.

To hear that it was a gift from the Divine Emperor and still maintain such equanimity, Qin Han truly was an extraordinary person!

Then, Old Master Ming got up, went to the desk in the study, picked up a long box, returned to the table, and handed it to Qin Han with both hands.

Qin Han accepted the long box with confusion.

At the moment he took it, he felt a strange premonition and quickly placed the box on the table.

Upon opening the long box and seeing the longsword inside, Qin Han exclaimed in surprise, “The Zhanlu Sword!” His face lit up with joy.

“Indeed, it is the Zhanlu Sword.

You recognize it!” Old Master Ming said with a smile.

Qin Han gently picked up the Zhanlu Sword.

“Clang!”

As Qin Han drew the renowned sword from its sheath, he observed the cold, radiant blade that bore no hint of murderous intent.

He carefully caressed the sword’s body and spoke slowly:

“The Zhanlu Sword, ranked second among the top ten famous swords, was forged by Ou Yezi!

On the Mount Zhanlu, 1,230 meters tall, Ou Yezi cleared a space, built a forge, and after three years, finally completed it!

At the birth of the sword, its brilliance pierced the heavens, the sun and moon competed in splendor, stars retreated from its color, and ghosts and deities wailed in lament.

Zhanlu is not just a sword, it is an eye.

When the king is virtuous, the sword stands by his side, and the nation thrives.

When the king is not, the sword flies away, and the nation falls into ruin.

It embodies the essence of the five metals and the spirit of the sun; when drawn, it possesses divinity; when worn, it commands awe.

As Ou Yezi forged this sword, tears fell upon its blade.

He had finally fulfilled his lifelong dream: to create an invincible weapon that carried no hint of bloodlust.

The so-called invincible benevolence.

The Zhanlu Sword is a sword of the path of benevolence!”

Qin Han sheathed the Zhanlu Sword and placed it back in the box.

Turning to Old Master Ming, he said, “It seems the Divine Emperor is indeed a master of the path of benevolence.”

Old Master Ming nodded and said, “Since you were able to draw the sword, the Divine Emperor had another message for me to give you: he was not mistaken about you!”

“Father, what are you talking about?

I don’t understand,” Ming Xizhi asked from the side.

Old Master Ming glanced at Ming Xizhi and said, “The Zhanlu Sword is also known by another name, the Sword of Benevolence.

There is another story about the Sword of Benevolence:

The most magical aspect of it is that it ‘chooses its master.’

While the Zhanlu Sword can split mountains and stones, its blade carries not a whiff of bloodlust.

After King Yue was defeated by the King of Wu, Fu Cha was overjoyed to obtain this sword.

However, the sword flew away and went straight into the hands of the King of Chu.

Later, after the King of Chu heavily defeated Fu Cha, the one who interpreted the sword’s riddle when it entered the palace said: ‘This is the precious Zhanlu Sword forged by the Wu Sword Master, Ou Yezi.

The King of Wu is without virtue, having killed King Liao to usurp the throne and then slaughtering ten thousand people to accompany the burial of his daughter.

With the people of Wu in grief, how could he deserve this sword?’

“From now on, only a person of great benevolence will be able to draw the Zhanlu Sword; otherwise, even having it by one’s side would be impossible!”

“The elder is right.

A sword that splits boulders with a single swing, its cold gleam sharp, yet without a hint of murderous intent, hence it is known as the Sword of Benevolent Ways!

The fact that the Divine Emperor can keep this sword by his side shows his benevolence, which is a blessing for the Dragon Nation!”

“Elder, this sword is too precious!

Qin Han cannot accept it,” Qin Han earnestly said.

But Elder Ming just smiled and said, “Before coming here, the Divine Emperor had already guessed that you would surely refuse to accept it.

He told me to convey a message to you: the so-called Way of Benevolence is nothing but justice that resides in the heart of man.

You are worthy of it!”

“Furthermore, having heard about the assault by the Gate of Life and Death outside the medical hall last time, the Divine Emperor felt you lacked a weapon at hand.

The sword is of no use by his side; it would be much more useful in your hands.

Do not let it go to waste!”

Qin Han was about to say more, but Elder Ming cut him off, “Mr.

Qin, please do not be modest anymore.

Do not disappoint the Divine Emperor’s kindness!”

“Then, I thank the Divine Emperor!” Qin Han picked up the Zhanlu Sword and looked it over carefully once again, his delight unmistakable in his eyes.

Scholars cherish ink, martial artists cherish weapons!

There isn’t a martial artist who doesn’t like weapons, and Qin Han is no exception, especially since he is a master swordsman!

“Father, are you saying that only a person of great benevolence can draw this sword?

Is Qin Han such a person?” Ming Xizhi asked.

Elder Ming nodded.

“How is that possible?

Didn’t you see how decisive he is when he kills someone?” Ming Xizhi said unconvinced.

“Ah, Xizhi, it seems you still don’t understand.

Great benevolence does not mean one must never kill!

As long as there is benevolence and righteousness in one’s heart, one’s actions are inevitably just.

Can you call it murder if he killed a criminal?” Elder Ming elaborated patiently.

“Indeed, righteousness lies in the heart, not in actions!

You should learn more from the elder,” Qin Han said solemnly, looking at Ming Xizhi.

Ming Xizhi, seeing Qin Han mimicking Elder Ming’s manner to lecture him, said irritably, “Bug off!”

“Hahaha!” Both Elder Ming and Qin Han burst out laughing.

After leaving the Ming household, Qin Han and Song Yuwei returned to the hotel.

Sitting on the bed, Qin Han held the Zhanlu Sword, unable to let go.

During the last attack by the Gate of Life and Death on the medical hall, he believed that with the Zhanlu Sword in hand, the Crippled Elder definitely could not have escaped!

Watching Qin Han’s fondness for the sword, Song Yuwei said with a smile, “It’s rare to see you care so much about something!”

Setting down the Zhanlu Sword, Qin Han smiled, stood up, and joined Song Yuwei by the bedside.

He said, “Martial artists love swords, and I am no exception!”

“With this sword, you won’t get hurt anymore in the future, right?” Song Yuwei asked, leaning on Qin Han’s shoulder.

“With this sword, facing the Dragon Nation, no one can harm me!” Qin Han declared confidently.

Song Yuwei nodded and said, “Whatever you do, I’ll support you!”

When Xiang Xiao and Number Three returned to the hotel, Qin Han checked the time; it was four in the afternoon.

He then said, “I want to go back to Central State.”

“Okay!” Song Yuwei nodded.

After being out for three days, she, too, was feeling a bit tired.

With time to spare, they could head back to Central State, and she wouldn’t miss work the next day.

The banquet had been a huge success, bringing in a substantial influx of funds.

Many stalled projects could now be restarted!

When they got back to Central State in the evening, the sparsity of vehicles on the streets surprised them all; this hour was usually the beginning of Central State’s nightlife, so why was it so quiet today?

Song Yuwei had planned to pick up Doudou, but seeing that it was getting late, she gave up the idea!

After Qin Han and Song Yuwei got home, they quickly freshened up and went to bed.

At that moment, in the emergency room of the First Hospital, the number of patients with diarrhea was increasing.

The corridors of the entire hospital were filled with patients.

Sun Pinghui had already made up his mind to contact Qin Han the next morning.

The situation was now extremely urgent.

The Epidemic Prevention Bureau had already classified the incident as an infectious disease.

Without prompt control and treatment, it could easily turn into a situation similar to that of River City!