The Record of the Goddess: The Demonic Sect Produces Talents? I Lead the Entire Sect to Prove Dao an

The hall was vast, with dozens of stone pillars as thick as two people could hug.

In the very center stands a headless statue.

The statue is dressed in an old-fashioned robe and has a stone knife hanging at its waist.

Although it was an inanimate object, it exuded a chilling sharpness.

As Chu Feng was looking around, a cold voice came from beside the statue.

"You, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, dare to come in?"

Jian Wuhen stood in the shadow of the statue, dressed in white, his natal magic sword at his waist humming.

Chu Feng touched his nose and strolled over.

"What, your family's ancestral graves are here? You're allowed in, but I'm not?"

"Chu Feng..."

Jian Wuhen sneered, "You were the one who robbed our sect earlier, weren't you?"

"It's just you and me here now. Before I can claim the inheritance, I need to deal with you, this variable!"

Chu Feng was amused.

"Get rid of me? You want to take action?"

He reached into his storage bag, took out the Nascent Soul Strike Talisman, and tossed it in his hand.

Although it has lost its effectiveness, it can still be used to scare him.

Jian Wuhen's gaze fell on the jade talisman, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

Although this thing no longer has any spiritual energy, if you think about it carefully, it's impossible for a normal person to show off a talisman that has no spiritual energy.

This guy definitely wanted to make me think that the talisman was useless, so he tricked me into going up there and then blew me up. He's incredibly cunning!

"You only rely on external things?"

"Only a fool wouldn't use a cheat if they had one."

Chu Feng shrugged. "Just like when you ambushed Shen Luoxia, we're in the same boat. Let's not talk about who's who."

Jian Wuhen choked for a moment, and his face turned even uglier.

Without saying another word, he turned and walked toward the statue.

Since Chu Feng has the Nascent Soul Talisman protecting him, it would be unwise to confront him head-on.

Once you obtain the inheritance, you can easily destroy a mere mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

He walked up to the statue, and his expression instantly became extremely respectful.

"Jian Wuhen, the direct disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, pays respects to Senior Sword Saint."

"This disciple possesses an innate sword physique and has diligently cultivated the sword path for many years. Today, I have come specifically to seek the inheritance of Duan Yue, and humbly request that you grant me this opportunity!"

The sound echoed in the main hall.

Chu Feng leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, watching the show.

You even offered prayers; you're quite devout, aren't you?

Not long after he finished speaking, the stone knife on the statue trembled slightly.

A faint light shone from the hilt of the sword, spreading along the blade to the entire statue.

The light gathered at the top of the statue's head, slowly condensing into a blurry, ethereal shape.

It was the silhouette of a hunched old man, leaning on a long knife.

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint.

The remnant soul opened its eyes, its murky gaze sweeping over Jian Wuhen.

"A natural swordsman's physique?"

Jian Wuhen was overjoyed.

"Indeed! I have cultivated swordsmanship since childhood, and my sword heart is clear. I am willing to use the way of the sword to continue the glory of the Duan Yue lineage!"

The remnant soul stared at him for two seconds and then nodded slightly.

"His talent is alright."

Jian Wuhen's breathing became rapid, thinking that he was about to obtain the inheritance.

But then the remnant soul changed its tone, speaking in a cold voice.

"Go wait over there."

Jian Wuhen's smile froze on his face.

"Senior, what...what did you say?"

"Go wait over there," the remnant soul repeated. "If there's no one more suitable today, I'll pass on the inheritance to you."

Jian Wuhen almost vomited blood.

He was the number one genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with a peak Golden Core cultivation and an innate sword body, and he traveled thousands of miles to seek the inheritance.

So, you're just here to be a backup option?

"Senior! This disciple sincerely seeks the Dao. Although the intent of the Broken Mountain Blade is powerful, this disciple enters the Dao through the sword and will surely be able to master it!"

The remnant soul of the Sword Saint remained silent, his turbid gaze shifting from Jian Wuhen to the nonchalant figure beside the stone pillar.

Chu Feng looked up and met those calm, unwavering old eyes.

"Hey kid, come here."

Jian Wuhen was so angry he laughed.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng pointed to his nose: "You called me?"

"nonsense."

The remnant soul slammed the long sword in its hand onto the ground. "There are only two of you alive in this entire hall. Who else should I call if not you?"

Chu Feng shrugged and slowly walked over.

As he passed by Jian Wuhen, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, senior brother."

Jian Wuhen's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

The remnant soul stared at Chu Feng, looking him up and down.

Excitement gradually shone in those cloudy old eyes.

"Young man, are you willing to inherit my mantle?"

The moment those words were spoken, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop ten degrees instantly.

Jian Wuhen couldn't take it anymore.

"impossible!"

He took a sudden step forward. "Senior! This disciple possesses a natural sword physique. After twenty years of arduous training, I have attained the Dao through the sword, capable of integrating all techniques!"

"What makes him, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, so special?!"

The remnant soul rolled its eyes, a hint of disdain flashing in its turbid old eyes.

"On what grounds?"

"Based on what you just said, there's no way I'd give it to you."

Sword Without Trace: ? ? ?

The remnant soul, leaning on the knife, slowly turned the illusory figure to face him.

"A natural swordsman's physique, quite a talent."

"But you have wicked intentions."

"Ambushing an injured person at the doorway, attacking them when they're at their weakest point upon entering—is that something a decent person would do?"

Jian Wuhen's lips moved, his face turning pale and then flushed.

The remnant soul gave him no chance to explain, its tone growing increasingly cold.

"I've lived for thousands of years, what kind of genius haven't I seen?"

"Nine out of ten people with exceptional talent but wicked hearts will die on the way."

"The remaining one is a complete menace."

After the remnant soul finished speaking, it turned its gaze to Chu Feng.

This time, his cloudy eyes were full of appreciation.

"Your sword intent is extremely similar to mine."

"What's even more remarkable is that this kind of foundation is something I've never seen before in ten thousand years."

Chu Feng was secretly overjoyed, but he kept a straight face, putting on an expression of being flattered.

"You flatter me, senior. I was just lucky."

"Don't give me that crap."

The remnant soul scoffed, "You brat, you can comprehend the Three Forms of Mountain Severing and even deduce the prototype of Soul Severing on your own? You call that luck?"

"Although I am a remnant soul, I am not blind."

Chu Feng couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Then this junior... shall humbly accept your offer?"

The remnant soul laughed three times, its voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Great! That felt good!"

"I've waited three hundred years, and finally I've found someone I like."

He raised the stone knife, and the illusory image solidified, with a withered finger pointing at Chu Feng's brow.

"Here you go, kid."

"All that I've learned in my life, the entire 'Broken Mountain Manual,' along with control of the restrictions within this hall, are yours!"

Chu Feng took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

"Come on, senior, I'm ready."

A vast, desolate light shone from the remnant soul's fingertip, and it gently touched it.