The people on the mountain are not yet aware of the changes brought about by the unusual movements in the treasure house.

They only felt a strong wind blowing out of the treasure house, but there were many treasures in the treasure house. Perhaps it was the abnormal movement caused by one of the treasures, but no one paid attention to it.

The only butler who knew the inside story looked at the treasure house door and narrowed his eyes with an inexplicable expression.

People outside the treasure house did not take this seriously, but inside the treasure house there was a lot of excitement about it.

"That dragon actually pulled out the vicious thing!"

"Great, our treasure house can finally return to its former peace and tranquility!"

"I hope that dragon can live longer and don't let evil things come back. Every time it comes back, it will be more ferocious and bad-tempered than before!"

As soon as these words came out, the treasures all fell silent in unison.

Yes, that sword had never been so fierce before, and it would still joke with them on weekdays. But since it lost its owner again and again and was sent back to the treasure house, its temper has become worse and worse.

For their own peaceful days in the future, the treasures can only pray: "I hope that dragon can live longer!"

At this moment, Sang Ying, who was on the 20th floor of the treasure house, didn't know that she had just gotten this sword, which had caused so much trouble, and that the treasures in the treasure house were worrying about her life.

She was tearing off her relatively clean skirt and wiping off the blood on the sword bit by bit.

This sword seemed to have its own consciousness. When Sang Ying carefully cleaned it, it trembled with pleasure.

The clean long sword soon revealed its true appearance. The dragon pattern on the sword was exquisite and delicate, as if there was a real dragon sealed in the sword.

Sang Ying rubbed the raised runes on the hilt of the sword and carefully identified it, only to realize that it was written in ancient dragon language. In today's words, it should be the word "Long Yuan".

"Long Yuan?" Sang Ying read.

The long sword trembled slightly, as if it knew she was calling him.

"So your name is Long Yuan, what a good name." Sang Ying took the trembling long sword into her arms, "From now on, you will be my sword. Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will

I will never let you break it!"

She didn't know why she made such a vow to this sword, as if she had broken many swords.

But it was obvious that she had been on the battlefield for so many years, and the spiritual sword she carried was well protected.

However, Sang Ying did not worry too much about this and quickly left the treasure house with Long Yuan Sword.

When Sang Ying reappeared in front of people, everyone was shocked by her red-dyed dress.

Especially Hong Yan, who came up to him directly: "What happened to you in there? Why are you injured all over?"

Sang Ying waved her hand: "They are just superficial wounds, nothing important. You'd better go in quickly and choose the treasures you like."

She had been delayed inside for a long time, and Hong Yan was second in line. If she continued to chat with her, no one would be able to go back after dark.

Hong Yan knew that Sang Ying didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask for more details. She threw a bottle of medicine to her and strode into the treasure house.

Sang Ying held the sword and walked aside to wait. Once the other nine people got their favorite treasures, they could go down the mountain.

Fortunately, the others were very quick to select the treasures and soon got out of the treasure house. Everyone was able to leave the mountain before dark.

On the way back, some people curiously asked Sang Ying about the sword in her arms. Sang Ying didn't say much because she didn't know the origin of the sword.

But knowing the name, when she goes back to check it out, she will probably know the inside story of this sword.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, because it was getting late, everyone planned to wait until tomorrow to enter the patriarch's mansion and personally thank Patriarch Qing for the gift.

Sang Ying had the same plan. Now that she was covered in blood, it would be too rude to come to the door rashly.

But before Sang Ying could leave, Chief Qing's housekeeper stopped her.

"Young Master Bai, please stay for now. I just received news that our clan leader wants to see you."

Sang Ying was stunned: "I originally planned to pay a visit to Patriarch Qing, but it's a bit late now and it's not convenient for me. How about tomorrow?"

The butler's face was soft, but he refused to give in: "This is what our clan leader personally ordered, and he said that he will definitely wait for you. Now the house has prepared clothes for you. You can go and freshen up first. Our clan leader is not in a hurry.

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If you are really not in a hurry, why do you have to meet today?

Sang Ying cursed a lot, but still followed the housekeeper.

Fortunately, the housekeeper was also aware of Sang Ying's worries, and had arranged for someone to go to the post house early to inform the White Dragon Clan that their young master had been left behind.

Sang Ying felt much more at ease now.

The chief's mansion of the Qinglong clan is completely different from that of the White Dragon clan. Just looking at the mansion, you can see how wealthy the Qinglong clan is. Even the dress prepared for Sang Ying is inlaid with jade jewelry.

Sang Ying jingled with every step she took, which was quite uncomfortable.

The housekeeper took Sang Ying, who had changed her clothes, around most of the patriarch's mansion, and finally stopped in front of a particularly quiet courtyard.

"This is it, Master Bai, just go in." The butler said with a smile.

Although she was curious as to why Chief Qing lived in such a remote courtyard, seeing the seriousness on the steward's face, Sang Ying didn't ask any more questions. She thanked him and went in with her sword in her arms.

There was a big room in the yard with lights on, and it was obvious that Patriarch Qing was waiting for her there.

When she stepped in and met two pairs of eyes, Sang Ying stopped immediately.

"I heard that Chief Qing wanted to see this junior, so he came to visit." Although she was not sure who the other white-haired old man was, Sang Ying recognized the younger one at a glance, who is now Qinglong.

Clan leader.

Seeing Sang Ying, the leader of the Qing clan was also stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses and waved to her: "Come on, good boy, come and sit here, let the leader of the Qing clan take a good look at you!"

Sang Ying did not miss his moment of confusion, and with full of doubts in her heart, she obediently sat down next to Patriarch Qing.

Before she could ask why the other party called her here, the white-haired old man in front of her asked first: "Can we take a look at the sword in your arms?"

Only then did Sang Ying realize that they were here for the Long Yuan Sword.

As soon as the old man's request came out, Longyuan Sword buzzed again. It was obvious that he didn't want anyone other than his master to touch it.

Its resistance was seen by everyone, and Sang Ying could only reply: "I'm really sorry, senior, my sword doesn't like to come into contact with others."

Fortunately, the old man was not angry because of this, and he had no intention of snatching the Long Yuan Sword.

"After all, we are Long Yuan, so we should have some temper." The old man smiled gently.

Hearing his words, Sang Ying immediately became interested: "Does senior know the origin of this sword? Can senior please tell me carefully?"

It was the old man's plan to establish a good relationship with Sang Ying. Now that Sang Ying asked him, how could he refuse?

The old man twirled his beard and sighed: "This sword is quite old. You may not know that this is a sword that has killed dragons!"

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