Chapter 1727: It Would Be Impolite to Refuse

"You need to think it over carefully! You can't use spirit beasts or tree roots; at most, you can only use weapons!"

Seeing him agree so quickly, the Zhang family ancestor paused, then his voice came: "It's not too late to back out now!"

"I won't back out, and I hope they won't either!" Zhang Xuan stood straight, exuding an invincible aura: "As a master teacher, it is my duty to fight the alien spirits. Even if I know I can't win, even if I know I'll die, I will never retreat!"

"Well said!"

The Zhang family ancestor snorted in approval again: "Rest assured, since the rules are set, that old ghost Yu won't dare to go back on his word. Otherwise, he'll have to see if my sword agrees!"

"Heh, as long as you don't go back on your word!"

Old ghost Yu sneered, his voice dripping with malice: "You heard him just now—this wet-behind-the-ears brat wants to challenge all of you, and you can attack together... Our spirit race, bearing the bloodline of the gods, is the foremost in the world and must not lose! In this contest, if you lose, you'll kill yourselves without me lifting a finger. If you win, I will personally grant you a drop of ancient sage blood!"

"Ancient sage blood?"

"Milord, rest assured! We will not disappoint your expectations!"

Hearing the reward, all the alien spirit clansmen flushed with excitement, their eyes gleaming.

"Then let's begin!"

Whoosh!

As the words ended, dozens of alien spirit clansmen surrounded Zhang Xuan in the center.

"You..."

Not expecting these fellows to be so shameless as to actually gang up on him, the many master teachers of the Spring Warmth Pavilion were all livid.

"Everyone, don't break the rules..."

Seeing the crowd wanting to rush over to help, Zhang Xuan waved his hand and smiled lightly: "Just now, you said I can use weapons, right?"

"Of course..."

Old ghost Yu snorted.

"Good, then wait a moment. Let me take out my weapons, and then we'll fight..."

Nodding, Zhang Xuan flipped his wrist, and a dragon-bone divine spear appeared in his palm. He shook it lightly, and it floated in the air, transforming into a massive ancient dragon.

"This is... Ran Qiu's dragon-bone divine spear? A true ancient sage treasure? No, its power is sealed; it can only unleash Great Sage-level might now... Such power is nothing to fear..."

Seeing the weapon he produced, old ghost Yu snorted.

At its peak, the dragon-bone divine spear was indeed formidable—if he encountered it, he would flee as far as he could—but with its power sealed, that was another matter.

His subordinates, all at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, almost everyone possessed a Great Sage treasure; they could withstand an impotent version of the divine spear with ease.

Full of confidence, before his words even ended, he saw the young man in the crowd flip his wrist again, and a huge brick appeared in the air.

It was also a Great Sage-level weapon.

"A brick weapon? Made from gold-element spirit stones... Who would waste resources like that?"

Frowning, old ghost Yu found it strange, but the young man kept flipping his wrist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, one weapon after another appeared around him, forming a circle.

The Demonic Abyss Blade, Bo Xin's long spear, the Soul-Stealing Lock, the inkstone...

Six Great Sage-level treasures appeared before the crowd, emitting a terrifying pressure, like six experts at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm.

"You... how do you have so many Great Sage treasures?"

Thinking he only had one weapon, they were ready for a fight, but seeing him produce so many at once, everyone was stunned.

Great Sage treasures—not to mention their rarity and difficulty to obtain—just refining them alone required decades or even centuries of painstaking effort.

A young man around twenty had refined so many... That was outrageous!

"Attack..."

Seeing the Great Sage treasures multiplying, making victory difficult, a dark-faced alien spirit clansman shouted loudly.

"Hold on... I haven't finished taking out my weapons..."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand and continued flipping his wrist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Four more treasures appeared before him, exactly the ones he had won from the bet, like the Cold Moon Hook.

As these four weapons appeared, Zhang Xuan's fingers turned into blurs as he moved among them, tapping lightly on each.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!

Four crisp sounds rang out, and the four treasures simultaneously emitted sounds of submission, fully acknowledging him as their master.

Swish!

After acknowledging him, these four Great Sage treasures flew up in unison.

"Ten Great Sage treasures? Is this a fair duel?"

"Is this what he meant by 'knowing he can't win, knowing he'll die, but never retreating'?"

Seeing so many Great Sage-level artifacts floating, the alien spirit clansmen all felt their scalps tingle and wanted to vomit blood.

One weapon they could ignore, but ten... equivalent to ten experts at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm—how could they fight that?

Recalling the young man's impassioned words earlier, they felt a lump in their throats.

Can't win, my ass!

Die, my foot!

This is us who are going to die...

"Why aren't you attacking? Do you want to die at his hands?"

Old ghost Yu was also going crazy.

As an ancient sage who had lived for countless years, he had never seen anything so bizarre.

"Yes!"

Knowing that the longer they waited, the better the weapons would coordinate, and they would lose their chance, all of them charged at once.

Among the crowd, the dark-faced fellow who had spoken earlier reached Zhang Xuan first, wielding a Great Sage-level crescent-moon blade.

This fellow was one of the six Great Perfection Immortal Realm experts, no weaker than Bo Yuan. With such a fierce weapon, he slashed down, causing a violent sonic boom and distorting space.

Whoosh!

A swift gust of wind descended toward Zhang Xuan's head.

Just as it was about to split him in two, time around the young man seemed to accelerate. He drifted lightly to the crescent-moon blade and pointed a finger at it.

Buzz!

The crescent-moon blade let out an excited ring, its massive body shuddered, then reversed its blade and slashed at the dark-faced alien spirit clansman.

"What the..."

The dark-faced alien spirit clansman was in tears.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground. Even in death, he had no idea what had happened.

"This... was it refined?"

All the master teachers were stunned.

Old ghost Yu seemed to have gone mad.

In battle, before the opponent's weapon even reached him, he refined it and turned it against its former master...

Could you fight like that?

Before their shock subsided, the young man had turned into a streak of light and charged into the crowd. Every weapon his finger touched would immediately turn traitor, joining forces with the brick, the dragon-bone divine spear, and other weapons to fight the alien spirit clansmen.

"I originally thought that so many alien spirit clansmen ganging up on Teacher Zhang was bullying... But now it feels like Teacher Zhang is the one bullying them?"

"Right in front of them, stealing their weapons and making their own weapons fight their masters... I want to know the psychological shadow area of these alien spirit clansmen!"

"No need to calculate—it's definitely huge! No wonder Teacher Zhang asked to fight a group. He must have planned this all along, intending to slaughter them all!"

...

Amid the discussion, Zhang Xuan had somehow withdrawn from the crowd, hands behind his back, watching the weapons battling the alien spirit clansmen in the sky. He felt gratified and couldn't help but sigh.

"Thank you all for your weapons. I accept them—it would be impolite to refuse!"