"Can I, can I take a look at this sword?" Suddenly, a man's voice came from the side. Qin Yan turned to see Yitianchou, who had already regained consciousness, slowly walking towards him.

"Don't show it to him, be careful he might snatch the sword," Lin Shiqi whispered to Qin Yan, looking at Yitianchou with a wary expression.

Qin Yan stared at Yitianchou's face and said in a deep voice, "What do you want? Do you still want to get this sword?"

Yitianchou hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing with various emotions - jealousy, greed, longing, reluctance, resentment. Finally, he took a deep breath and said slowly, "I just want to touch this sword by myself. As for what to do next, I don't know."

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Yan said, "Alright, after all, this sword wasn't obtained by my strength alone. Be careful, this sword is very heavy." With that, he handed the sword to Yitianchou.

Yitianchou looked pleasantly surprised, quickly grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands. Qin Yan said, "I'm letting go," and retracted his right hand holding the sword. The sword immediately sank, slipping out of Yitianchou's hands and falling to the ground with a loud clang.

Yitianchou hurriedly bent down, trying to lift the sword with all his strength. However, he could only lift the hilt of the sword, the blade still stuck on the ground, no matter how hard he tried.

"Why, why can't I lift it?!" Yitianchou's face turned red with frustration and panic. He looked helpless, and Qin Yan, feeling sorry for him, kindly reminded him, "You can't use brute force. You need to use your abilities to change its gravity direction to lift it..."

Before Qin Yan could finish his sentence, Yitianchou interrupted excitedly, "I know! I've tried everything, but it's not working!"

"Really? It should work," Qin Yan said in surprise. He walked over, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and effortlessly lifted it from the ground. With a casual swing, the sword moved smoothly under his control, leaving Yitianchou dumbfounded.

"Why don't you try again," Qin Yan said, seeing the deep desire on Yitianchou's face. Once again, he handed the sword to Yitianchou. With trembling hands, Yitianchou grabbed the hilt, and as soon as Qin Yan let go, the sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

"How... how can this be, my abilities are much stronger than his, why is this happening?" Yitianchou looked crestfallen, almost on the verge of tears.

At that moment, Dream Butterfly's voice came from the side, "Perhaps this sword can only be wielded by specific individuals. It doesn't accept your abilities, that's why you can't lift it."

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"Of course, this sword is known as the Sword of the Emperor. Only the Emperor can wield it. Those who are not qualified won't be able to use it," Lin Shiqi said triumphantly, disregarding Yitianchou's feelings.

"I'm not qualified..." Yitianchou muttered, seemingly struggling to accept the blow. He took a few unsteady steps back, looking disheartened and lost. Yujie quickly approached him, comforting him, "Are you okay, Tian ge? How about I accompany you to another place for a walk, to relax?"

Unconsciously, Yitianchou responded with a sound of agreement. Yujie held his hand and walked away towards the distance. After walking a few steps, Yitianchou suddenly stopped, facing away from Qin Yan, and said, "That sword... It's yours." Then he walked away with Yujie.

"Haha, it looks like this guy has completely given up," Lin Shiqi said, beaming with joy.

Qin Yan looked towards the sky and noticed that it was getting late. Nightfall was imminent, and after the adventure in the ancient tomb, they were all exhausted. He suggested, "Let's rest nearby for the night and continue our journey to find the Queen Mother tomorrow."

Lin Shiqi and Dream Butterfly were also tired, so they found a clean spot nearby to sit down, eat their provisions, replenish their energy, and rest.

In the distance, they heard hurried footsteps approaching. Qin Yan thought it might be Yitianchou and Yujie coming over. He stood up, walked over, and saw a white horse galloping towards them from the far horizon, with a person seated on the horse. To their surprise, it was none other than Ajun, the man they had encountered on the Red Mountain before.

Ajun dismounted and hurried over to Qin Yan and the others, looking at them with friendly and innocent eyes.

"Aren't you Ajun? How did you end up here?" Qin Yan asked, puzzled, looking at Ajun.

"Yeah, I have something to do," Ajun replied briefly, his gaze fixed on the large sword in Qin Yan's hand. "I didn't expect you guys really got hold of that sword." Ajun's expression was somewhat unnatural, and his tone was strange.

Qin Yan said, "Yes, we should thank you. Without the crystal you gave us, we wouldn't have found this sword. Are you here for the sword?"

"No, I'm not here for the sword. I have other things to ask you," Ajun shifted his gaze from the sword to Qin Yan's face, showing little interest in the sword.

"What is it? Go ahead," Qin Yan said directly, considering that Ajun had helped them before.

After pondering for a moment, Ajun said earnestly, "I want to ask you, did anything strange happen after you got this sword?"

"Strange things?" Qin Yan thought for a moment and said, "Shortly after we got the sword, the ancient tomb collapsed. Is that what you're referring to?"

Ajun quickly denied, "No, I mean, did you see any strange things after getting the sword, like strange creatures or something?"

"Strange creatures?" Qin Yan thought again and suddenly remembered something. He said, "Come to think of it, when the ancient tomb collapsed, I did see a strange white creature that looked like a fox."

"Are you serious?!" Ajun suddenly became extremely excited. He walked quickly to Qin Yan, stared at him wide-eyed, almost with his face touching Qin Yan's, and asked, "You really saw a creature that looked like a fox?!"

"What are you doing? Why are you so excited?" Qin Yan, feeling uncomfortable with Ajun's intense gaze, said unhappily.

Realizing he had overreacted, Ajun took a step back, composed himself, and said, "I'm sorry. Do you remember what the fox looked like, any distinctive features?"

Qin Yan contemplated and said, "Well, the fox was white, quite large, almost the size of a wolf, and it had many tails, at least seven or eight. That's all I remember."