X-Dragon Era

Xin Yun knew that in his previous life, he had not been a good man, in fact, downright despicable, but in this life, he would no longer continue down that path. Though he owed Lan Ya a lifetime's worth of emotional debt, now that he had set his heart on Yi Luo Xiang, he could no longer repay it with affection.

He acknowledged his debt to Lan Ya, but the way to repay it had to be chosen differently. Xin Yun understood Lan Ya after all, he had once pursued her ardently for three years, living together for nearly one. That's why Xin Yun knew she was a person hard to impress, and thus was not afraid of any unwanted incidents occurring during the process of repayment.

No matter what, he could not let down Yi Luo Xiang.

Drawing in a deep breath, Xin Yun closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, that image reappearing in his mind. First, he looked over at the shoulder of the Ice Angel.

Unlike most others, Lan Ya never appeared above the head of the Ice Angel but always stayed on its shoulder. Having spent many years with Lan Ya, Xin Yun knew this was an act of respect towards his Ice Angel shown through concrete actions.

Taking another deep breath, Xin Yun carefully looked over at Lan Ya. After so many years, he finally had the chance to see her again, and his feelings were beyond words.

Lan Ya, of course, was not her real name, just an alias. When Xin Yun met her, she had reverted to her original name—Lan Se!

Looking closely, on the shoulder of the Ice Blue Angel stood a delicate figure, draped in a soft royal blue gown, enveloping a slender and lovely woman.

Thin eyebrows, bright black eyes, a refined face with indescribable beauty, long royal blue hair dancing in the wind, and skin white as snow. Her outstretched hand appeared almost transparent.

Unlike Yi Luo Xiang and Yan Qingying, Lan Ya was already twenty-two years old, fully matured, her body emanating an endless feminine charm that made one's breath quicken at the sight of her.

In terms of figure, Lan Se was not voluptuous. Her curves were well-defined, giving off a delicate and dependent aura, making one feel that holding her gently in one's arms would be the most comfortable thing in the world. And indeed, it was true, a fact Xin Yun could attest to.

What Xin Yun missed the most was not the pleasure of their bed, but the feeling of gently embracing her, as if they were one, utterly satisfied, utterly blissful. This memory remained so vivid up to this day. Only Lan Ya had ever given him that feeling; no one else came close.

Suspended in mid-air, the Ice Blue Angel, now advanced to the level of a two-star crystal, constantly radiated ripples of crystal-like royal blue, dazzlingly opulent—a distinctive effect of the crystalline rank, the manifestation of energy crystallization.

Gazing upon that familiar, beautiful face after so long, even with his eyes closed, Xin Yun's tears streamed down uncontrollably. At last, he saw her again. Now, she looked even younger, even more beautiful than when he first met her. Scenes from their past life, memories of their time together kept surfacing in Xin Yun's mind.

As Xin Yun's tears flowed like a spring, that booming voice once again sounded: "Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome the challenger of this competition, the top student of the three-year segment—Po Tian!"
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"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..." Following the booming voice, a huge, iron-black, elongated shadow flipped and spun from the direction of the horizon towards them.

"Clang!" Amidst the intense clashing sound, after a series of flips, the gigantic elongated shadow finally plunged violently into the ground. It was only then that everyone could finally see the true form of the shadow.

A sword! A massive sword, over ten meters tall and three meters wide, now deeply embedded into the ground at an angle, with only half of its blade visible above the surface.

"Clatter clatter clatter..." As the Treasure Sword touched the ground, the sound of sliding chains emanated. Under everyone's gaze, a thick chain, as thick as an arm and of indeterminate length, was tethered to the hilt of the sword, extending towards the horizon from that point.

"Clang clang clang..." The sound of the chains clashing continued as the unknown length of the chain flew in, wrapping around the sword hilt and hanging from it.

Finally, the end of the chain appeared. After spiraling around the hilt a few times, it hung loosely beside the blade and swayed gently. At the same time, unbeknownst to all, a dark figure had appeared atop the sword hilt.

"Po Kong!" Recognizing the vaguely familiar figure, Xin Yun subconsciously called out. It had to be him... Such an arrogant, dominating entrance could only be conceived by him.

Upon closer inspection, the Great Sword was wide and thick, coated in pitch black. Its appearance alone invoked the name of a Treasured Sword—the Mysterious Iron Greatsword!

Indeed, in terms of proportion, the sword was short, with a wide, thick blade, a medium-sized sword, akin to the Great Swords of the West. The upper part of the blade was covered in oblique ports facing in all directions, flat slits that allowed for the emission of Sword Qi as well as the projection of a solid Treasure Sword.

At the pinnacle of the Treasure Sword, atop the hilt, stood a figure in black robes, hands clasped behind his back, a proud figure. Closer inspection revealed a man in black robes, with silver hair, a face cool and resolute—not necessarily handsome, but certainly cool, commanding an involuntary second glance. This was the so-called aura of nobility.