I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

"Buzzing!"

As that mysterious light entered the Primordial Ancient Sword.

The ancient sword, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled. The faint humming sound layered on top of each other and finally turned into a magnificent and vast sword cry that resounded in all directions!

The entire artifact pavilion seemed to be gripped at its core by an invisible giant hand, causing the numerous floating spiritual artifacts to tremble and wail in unison.

The light cluster flickered rapidly, restless and agitated.

"when!"

A hundred feet away, a heavy sword made of black iron lost control and fell to the ground.

Its sword tip involuntarily turned, pointing towards the Primordial Ancient Sword, its posture resembling a bowing in worship.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third beams of light responded in succession.

In the blink of an eye, all the floating spiritual artifacts in the artifact pavilion began to resonate incessantly.

The sound carried no sign of resistance, only the awe of subjects paying homage to their monarch and all beasts submitting to the true dragon.

As the dust slowly settled, the true form of the Primordial Ancient Sword was finally fully revealed deep within the Artifact Pavilion.

The sword's body was entirely bluish-gray, resembling the first primordial beam of light born in the world at the beginning of time, when yin and yang were separated.

The longsword hung motionless in the air, not yet drawn, but its sheath alone, with its powerful aura, was enough to intimidate the thousands of soldiers in the pavilion, causing them to cry out in agony and bow their heads.

Lin Feng gazed at the peerless ancient sword before him, his eyes resolute.

He activated the weapon control technique with all his might, unleashing beams of pure, mysterious light that merged into the sword.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The sword's cry grew louder and louder, like the roar of a blue dragon, reverberating throughout the entire artifact pavilion.

The ancient sword seemed unwilling to be subdued, trembling and struggling violently, repeatedly unleashing sharp sword energy.

The sharp sword energy slashed through Lin Feng's body, leaving fine bloody cuts on his skin, attempting to force him to give up.

Lin Feng remained indifferent, completely ignoring the pain all over his body, and continued to circulate his cultivation technique to forcibly refine this ancient divine weapon.

A moment later, the blade of the Primordial Ancient Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine light.

The dazzling divine light vanished in an instant, eventually transforming into a simple, unassuming bluish-gray longsword, a few feet long.

"Whoosh!"

With a slight thought, Lin Feng's Primordial Ancient Sword transformed into a streak of bluish-gray light and instantly vanished into his storage ring, disappearing without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Murong Yan, Murong Xue, Zi Yun, and the other inner disciples were all struck dumb, frozen in place.

No one noticed that beneath Zi Yun's surprise lay a hidden chill, as if she had become a completely different person.

In the vast Qi Pavilion, only Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and calm, exuding an extraordinary aura.

With the first sword strike, all soldiers bowed their heads in despair!

As the crowd escorted Lin Feng out of the artifact pavilion, he was still in a daze, not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

Upon seeing Lin Feng emerge, the inner disciples watching from outside the pavilion thronged around him.

Upon hearing the news that Lin Feng had subdued the Primordial Ancient Sword, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"What? The Holy Son really subdued the Primordial Sword?"

"That's an ancient divine weapon that no one in my Qingyun Sect dares to covet!"

"Such a miracle is a once-in-a-century event!"

Murong Yan was also lost in thought for a long time before he managed to calm himself down.

He turned to look at Lin Feng, his face full of doubt, and asked, "Lin Feng, how exactly did you subdue this ancient sword?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this disciple possesses the Chaos Body. It is likely that the ancient sword sensed the aura of the Chaos Origin, and thus willingly submitted."

Lin Feng did not reveal the secret of the Military Control Technique. This technique was too astonishing, capable of commanding all the soldiers in the world, and must never be exposed.

"Chaotic entity..."

Murong Yan nodded slightly, his expression somewhat relieved.

The Chaos Holy Body ranks among the top ten holy bodies, and it is indeed reasonable for it to possess such a unique and extraordinary phenomenon.

The image of Lin Feng dominating all the weapons and reigning supreme in the weapon pavilion just now still echoed repeatedly in his mind, refusing to fade away.

"Sect Master! The Holy Son has subdued the Primordial Divine Weapon, adding another great achievement to our accolades—truly a quadruple celebration!"

"That's right! The Holy Son is truly the chosen one of our Qingyun Sect!"

"With the Holy Son presiding over us, our Qingyun Sect will surely rise to great heights and prosper forever!"

Exclamations of praise echoed throughout the hall, the disciples' faces filled with fervor as they showered the audience with fervor.

Murong Yan looked at the tall and upright Lin Feng, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"It seems I made the right move. How could a mere Wang Long compare to the chosen one of the Chaos Body?"

"Lin Feng was already exceptionally talented, and now with the Taichu Ancient Sword, he is even more powerful, with limitless potential."

"It's all fate; it's the will of Heaven that allows my Qingyun Sect to rise to prominence!"

His gaze suddenly burned intensely, but in an instant his brows furrowed.

"The hidden dragon emerges from the abyss, its rebellious scales now exposed."

"To indulge them will bring disaster, to control them will bring prosperity."

His whisper was so soft that it was drowned out by the crowd's praises, and no one heard it.

A moment later, Murong Yan flicked his sleeve and said in a gentle tone, "The wedding is approaching. As the main characters, you and Xue'er should hurry up and make preparations."

Murong Xue walked slowly to Lin Feng's side, took his hand, her eyes gentle and her tone tender.

"Lin Feng, I have waited for this day for so long, and it has finally come."

Lin Feng smiled gently, his eyes filled with relief.

"To have lost it and found it again—this bond between us is truly precious. Let's get started on making preparations!"

Murong Xue nodded slightly, then turned and left to prepare for the wedding.

Lin Feng bowed to his disciples in farewell and did not linger, heading alone to the Hall of Affairs.

He exchanged all the merit points he had earned from the sect competition for over a thousand kinds of spiritual herb seeds.

"These medicinal herb seeds have matured and are sufficient to support my subsequent cultivation needs."

Lin Feng pondered to himself, then turned and headed towards the cave.

However, halfway there, a cautious shout suddenly came.

"Disciple pays respects to the Holy Son!"

Lin Feng looked up and saw a disciple dressed in inner sect robes waiting in front of him with a big smile on his face.

Who are you?

Lin Feng frowned slightly, not recognizing the person.

"Your Majesty, my name is Wei Ping."

The disciple bowed respectfully and explained his purpose with a smile.

"I've come here on behalf of Madam Liu from the Pleasure Pavilion. She asked me to deliver a message, saying that she heard the Holy Son has returned to his high position and specially requested me to come and offer my congratulations!"

"Happy Pavilion..."

Lin Feng instantly understood the deeper meaning behind it.

Madam Liu's actions were simply out of fear that he would settle scores later, and she specially sent someone to test the waters.

"Go back and tell Mother Liu to buy a swift steed and tether it at the foot of the mountain. Then all past grievances will be wiped clean," Lin Feng waved his hand and gave a casual instruction.

The Flowing Cloud Steed is gentle in nature and has extraordinary speed, capable of traveling thousands of miles a day without effort, making it an excellent means of transportation.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ping's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he bowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty is magnanimous and generous! Your disciple will immediately descend the mountain to report!"

Lin Feng watched Wei Ping leave, his eyes flickering slightly, lost in thought...

Inside the Happy Building.

"The Flowing Cloud Steed?"

Upon hearing the message, Madam Liu was filled with surprise and doubt: "The Holy Son suddenly requested the Flowing Cloud Steed; could it be that he is planning a long journey?"

Wei Ping glanced at her sideways, his tone arrogant and irritating, and said, "How dare you presume to know the thoughts of the Holy Son?"

"I advise you to seize this opportunity. If you miss it, your Pleasure Pavilion will be reduced to ashes in an instant!"

Liu's mother's face turned pale, and she nodded repeatedly, not daring to say anything more.

She quickly took out a storage ring and gave it to Wei Ping, who left satisfied.

After Wei Ping left, Liu's mother stood there for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up with a sharp light.

She rushed into the inner room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets as if searching for some precious item.

"Mom, what are you looking for?"

The courtesan standing nearby was filled with doubt upon seeing this.

"Finding treasure! A priceless treasure!"

Before long, Liu's mother came out quickly, carrying an old robe and a rag, her expression fervent.

"These are the robes the Holy Son wore previously, and they haven't been washed yet!"

"This is the handkerchief he used; it's still warm!"

"These were once worthless junk, but now that the Holy Son has risen to power, each and every item is a priceless treasure imbued with his fortune!"

She immediately turned to the courtesan and instructed, "Qiao'er, go outside and set up a stall right now. Ten spirit stones are all it takes to touch it once, so everyone can share in the Holy Son's good fortune!"

"Furthermore, spread the word that Lin Shengzi's triumphant return to his high position is all thanks to my Happy Pavilion!"

"From this day forward, my Happy Pavilion will be the gateway to heaven!"

"Regardless of status, even a mere ant, anyone who sets foot here can rise to prominence!"