In Lin Tian's narration, Xiao Manxue went from curiosity to surprise, from surprise to shock, and finally was left speechless.

After a long while, Xiao Manxue finally managed to say a sentence: "Lin Tian, you... you actually broke the Sword of the King?"

She had studied in Holy Spirit Town for a few years, so she knew very well the status of King Arthur and the Sword of the King in the hearts of the English people, especially the residents of Holy Spirit Town, who revered them as deities. Many of their historical legends even deify King Arthur and the Sword of the King, showing the sword's esteemed status.

If suddenly someone told a person from Huaxia that the Xuanyuan Sword had been broken, how would that person feel? In terms of status, the Sword of the King in the hearts of the English is as significant as the Xuanyuan Sword to the people of Huaxia.

Of course, the Sword of the King might not be as powerful as the Xuanyuan Sword, but in terms of historical status, they are equivalent.

However, it was indeed the Sword of the King that broke, not the Xuanyuan Sword, so Lin Tian didn't have much of an emotional response and casually replied, "Yes, it's broken. In this world, nothing is absolutely eternal; even the universe will have its day of destruction."

"Phew..." Xiao Manxue exhaled and sighed, "This news is too surprising; I advise you to keep this secret forever. Otherwise, you might not be able to stay in England, as all the cultivators in England might come looking for trouble."

"What am I worried about? Li Wenfeng is a Huaxian, yet he still studies King Arthur's cultivation technique and still wants to obtain the Sword of the King. Even if they find out I'm the one who broke it, so what? Don't they worship the Sword of the King as a deity? I'll just have their god come out and speak, then see what they can do."

Lin Tian said calmly, having thought it over clearly — let their so-called deity show up and speak, and those people would have no choice but to kneel.

"You mean the Sword Spirit, I'm actually curious to see what it's like." Xiao Manxue no longer dwelled on the breaking issue, becoming curious about the Sword Spirit of the Sword of the King instead.

"Wait a moment; I'll have a few words with it first." Lin Tian signaled, then communicated with the Sword Spirit in his mind.

"You're willing to let me out for some fresh air?" the Sword Spirit was the first to speak, eagerly anticipating.

"Yes, but you must fully restrain your energy, not even a little leakage is allowed. If you can do that, I'll let you out for a stroll." Lin Tian promised.

If the Sword Spirit had a head, it would be nodding fiercely now, as it replied urgently, "Of course, no problem. It was just because I was suddenly unsealed before and got overly excited, so energy leakage was inevitable. Also, when I'm not in combat mode, I can restrain my energy very well, no problem, trust me."

"Whether I trust you or not doesn't matter, because it's you who will be in trouble if discovered," Lin Tian said indifferently.

Xiao Manxue watched Lin Tian "spacing out" curiously and asked, puzzled, "Lin Tian, what are you saying to the Sword Spirit?"

"Nothing much, just telling it to behave and not leak any energy when coming out, lest Reina the Sword Saint and the others find out." Lin Tian answered nonchalantly.

Xiao Manxue felt utterly speechless inwardly, actually telling the Sword Spirit of the Sword of the King to behave, only Lin Tian would do such a thing. If it were an English person, they would probably be worshiping the Sword Spirit.

While she was feeling helpless, Lin Tian opened his mouth, and a ball of golden light suddenly flew out from his mouth. After flying out, the light ball did not stop; it zipped around the room like a child kept indoors for a long time finally getting a chance to play.

"Hey, you'd better not get too excited. If you leak energy, they'll immediately sense you. We're in the Female College now," Lin Tian said with a slight annoyance, giving a warning.

"Young man, you should treat a senior with a bit more gentlemanly manners and politeness; you cannot address this king as 'hey,' understood? Use honorifics and formal address." The Sword Spirit said with an ancient tone.

Lin Tian merely glanced at it sidelong, stating blandly: "Old buddy, do you even have a name? You're talking about formal address and calling yourself 'this king.'"

"Uh, seems like I don't," the Sword Spirit said, awkwardly.

Lin Tian suddenly laughed and said, "How about this: I'll give you a name, how about Little Wang?"

"Little Wang? No way, Little Wang doesn't fit my status, even Old Wang sounds better," the Sword Spirit earnestly discussed with Lin Tian.

Old Wang from next door? Lin Tian was taken aback; this Sword Spirit sure had unique tastes. Lin Tian suppressed a laugh and said, "You can't be called Old Wang; where we come from, not just anyone can be called Old Wang. Old Wang is a legend."

"Oh, I was just saying, anyway I've been nameless for so long, it doesn't matter." The Sword Spirit said with a melancholic tone.

Lin Tian was a bit surprised, this Sword Spirit seemed to be in a bad mood. A Sword Spirit could have emotions? Caring so much about having a name is really quite peculiar and with its sly and playful style, it even felt kind of cheeky.

"How about calling it Little Cheeky," Lin Tian joked in Chinese, who knows why the Sword Spirit understands Chinese, maybe it has a great learning ability.

"Little Sword? Sounds alright." The Sword Spirit swayed a bit and actually consented.

Lin Tian almost burst out laughing, not knowing whether to say it was naive or just lacked understanding of the profundity of the Chinese language. However, Lin Tian couldn't actually call it "Little Cheeky," as using such a nickname to summon it might tickle others' funny bones.

"Forget it, you'll be called Little Ya, since your previous master was King Arthur, you can't be bigger than him, so you'll be called Little Ya." Lin Tian finally gave a somewhat normal name.

The Sword Spirit flew around the room, seemingly pondering, and after a while, said, "Then I'll be called Little Ya. I followed King Arthur for so many years, maybe this name is the only trace I can leave for him."

The words were somewhat sorrowful yet also somewhat cheerful, the conflicting emotions seemed to let one feel the Sword Spirit's loneliness over the centuries.

Xiao Manxue hadn't spoken all this while, not that she didn't want to, but she was stunned because the Sword Spirit of the Sword of the King was so hilarious and because Lin Tian and the Sword Spirit's conversation was even more hilarious.

She slightly parted her red lips and after a long while regained her senses, squeezing out a sentence: "You... you two, are too much for words."

The Sword Spirit flew over and circled around Xiao Manxue, then earnestly said: "Are you Lin Tian's woman? Truly a beauty, you're more beautiful than King Arthur's queen."

This was straightforward enough, Xiao Manxue's fair face turned red instantly. She was a bit irate and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not his woman."

Lin Tian didn't mind this, instead, was amazed by another matter: the Sword Spirit spoke Chinese so fluently and even used idioms, depicting it very accurately.

"Little Ya, being a Western Sword Spirit, why do you speak Chinese so well? You even use idioms and references; I'm wondering if you're from Ancient China?" Lin Tian asked in amazement.

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