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Chapter 68: The Life of the Demon Sword, Young Afeng

"Xuan Huang was tricked by someone. We were trapped for a short while when he came here in a hurry..."

Liuli Immortal Venerable thought of something and spoke slowly, with a hint of heaviness in his words.

Fairy Linglong frowned and looked at Fairy Caiyun, both of them had confusion in their eyes.

In the Qingxu Realm, there are only a handful of people who possess great supernatural powers.

They had never interacted closely with the Three Saints, Four Heavens and Seven Divine Beings of the Shenzhou lineage due to their different personalities. On the contrary, they had a deeper friendship with Cangtian, Haotian and Mingtian, and their exchanges were more frequent.

Logically speaking, if they were in trouble, the ones who came to help should definitely not be from the Xuanhuang lineage.

"Who did this?" asked Fairy Linglong.

Liuli Immortal Venerable's tone was gentle, but with a hint of solemnity:
"When we were trapped, there were rumors all over the East China Sea that Zulong wanted to refine us into a divine killing weapon. Judging from Xuanhuang's actions, I'm afraid that fellow Zulong has really made up his mind."

"This time, we were fortunate to have the secret assistance of a fellow Taoist. Yuxiao Liuguang Yinhe warned us in advance, allowing the true cultivators to pass on the news in time. It's a pity that the heavenly secrets were in chaos, otherwise, the three of us would definitely thank that benefactor in person."

After saying this, Liuli Immortal Venerable shook his head slightly, his expression full of regret.

Upon hearing this, Fairy Linglong and Fairy Caiyun both nodded their heads. Naturally, the three fairies would repay the life-saving favor.

At this moment, inside the Three Immortals Palace, a true cultivator in a purple robe hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered up his courage, slowly stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Three Immortal Honored Ones, may I ask what is happening in the outside world right now that has caused such unrest?"

Fairy Linglong nodded slightly, her expression solemn: "Although the dragons have retreated, the Ancestral Dragon has not stopped yet, and a catastrophe of heaven and earth is about to come."

"Great calamity of heaven and earth?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the true practitioners were shocked. They began to count with their fingers. For a moment, their faces looked different, with fear and worry mixed together. The atmosphere in the palace instantly became tense.

"Please send us away from Yuxiao Fairy Island, Immortal Lord." The purple-robed cultivator was uneasy and asked immediately.

"Immortal Venerable." Upon hearing this, the True Cultivators were also confused and spoke in agreement. They were born in the mortal world, so how could they be truly free of worries? Friends and relatives were all their soft spots.

The Liuli Immortal Venerable's eyes were as sharp as torches, gently sweeping over the crowd, especially lingering on the Purple Bamboo Demon Master for a moment. She sensed the vague causal entanglement in the other party, and pondered secretly in her heart.

Is he the benefactor? Is he in Zizhu Mountain?
Liuli Immortal Venerable opened her red lips slightly:

"Fellow Daoist Zizhu, are you worried about something happening at home?"

……

Four years later.

[Luck: 5~71]

Ning Xunqiu opened the Tianyan Book and wrote the next paragraph after the Demon Sword.

[That person took the Sky-breaking Sword and the Devil Sword back to Beixuan Prefecture. I was kept in the Wanjian Pavilion of Beixuan College. Because I was just an ordinary weapon, no one was interested in me for three years.]

[I was an ordinary person, but a student from Beixuan College spotted me from a corner...]

……

[I am so bored in the magic sword. My mind is clear, but I have no senses. I can't speak, move, or fall asleep. Time is my biggest enemy.]

[If this continues, I will really become a dead object, or go crazy.] [Seven days later, I have waited for three years in the magic sword, and finally waited for the next sword holder.]

[At this time, in Wanjian Pavilion, a young man came to take the sword. He had simple, messy hair fluttering in the wind, a childish and ordinary face, a thin body, but his eyes were firm and bright. He was wearing a green uniform with a white bird with its wings spread tattooed on the left side of his clothes.

This is the chief of Beixuan College——Feiyanfu.

He is the "Seventh Chief" of Beixuan College. At the age of sixteen, he has mastered the "Breeze Breathing Method", the "Flying Swallow Sword Technique", and the "Blood Burning Body Forging Method". His kendo rating is "Sword Apprentice Level Three".

[“We have collected 3,100 low-grade weapons, 870 medium-grade weapons, 130 high-grade weapons, and 57 treasure weapons, of which only 7 are high-grade treasure weapons.”

The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion introduced them to the young man one by one, and then said with a smile: "A Feng, as the seventh chief, you can choose any sword that suits you best from the sharp weapons."

[“Teacher, what is this?” The young man Afeng looked around, and what caught his eye was a five-meter-long spear, standing like a pillar supporting the sky. A wild atmosphere came to his face, but the weight was not suitable for his way.

"This Jiaolong Spear weighs seven hundred kilograms. It is a top-grade treasure used by the new Seven Swords, the "Northern Mysterious Sword Master, the Blue Sky Dragon King" when he was young. It is also the most precious treasure of the Northern Mysterious Academy." The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion introduced it to the young man Afeng with a little respect. 】

[“Seven Swordsmen…” The young man Afeng was yearning after hearing this. In the hundreds of countries in Dongzhou, since ancient times, “swordsmen and emperors have ruled the world together, and sword masters are even better than emperors.”]

[Among the Sword Saints, there are seven "Sword Masters" who command the world. 】

[The swordsman tradition dates back five thousand years, and this is the beginning of civilization.]

[In the wild times, once people are stimulated, they can awaken the special abilities in their blood, pick up swords, and wantonly mobilize the "power of heaven and earth." ]

[The fighting between the hundreds of races continues, and the war has not stopped for eight hundred years. 】

[Until only the strongest seven were left. They opened their eyes and saw the world clearly. The land was full of corpses and devastation. The seven finally woke up, shook hands and made peace. They put down their swords together, sat down and discussed Taoism in "Tongtian Mountain", and created the "Four Basic Breathing Methods". Thus, civilization was born.]

[This is the origin of the "Sword Head".]

[My magic sword has been in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for three years and has learned a lot of information. This "swordsman" is not just about force, but a "trinity", which is equivalent to the combination of "nobles", "scholars" and "warriors" in the ancient world. It is simply impeccable.]

[There is a hard rule for all officials in Dongzhou: they must be swordsmen.]

[The young man Afeng continued to choose swords. In the Wanjian Pavilion, the top-grade weapons were hammers, axes, and Fang Tian Huaji weighing three to five hundred kilograms. The medium-grade weapons were also rare and strange. These were tailor-made for the sword holders to practice the "medium-level swordsmanship" handed down from their families.

The young boy Afeng looked disappointed, he only knew the basic swordsmanship "Flying Swallow Swordsmanship" from the academy, and his family was poor, he couldn't afford to eat meat every day, take medicinal baths, or take big medicines, and his body was weak to begin with.

There were a few normal swords among the inferior weapons. The young man Afeng took them in his hands, weighed them, and then put them down silently.

Suddenly, when he turned his head, a black light flashed, and the young man Afeng's eyes suddenly lit up. Among a pile of swords and spears, he saw a three-foot black sword covered with dust. The young man Afeng walked forward and picked up the black sword. He put his hand on the blade. It was very blunt, and there was a big gap on it. There was nothing special about it.

He closed his eyes and used his fingers to draw across the dark sword. The black sword made a buzzing sound. As it moved, it seemed as if there were gusts of breeze blowing. The sword was light and had no resistance. The young man Afeng felt that this sword was tailor-made for him.

[“Teacher, I have made my choice.” The young man Afeng went out holding the black sword and said to the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.]

[“A broken sword?! Why is there a mortal weapon here?!”

The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion took the black sword and looked at it carefully. He frowned slightly and advised: "A Feng, this opportunity to choose a sword is rare, you should change a sword."

【“It’s him.” The young man Afeng’s smile was very pure. 】

……

(End of this chapter)