Chapter 30
"Ah, thank you for your concern."
Yin Huacheng spoke淡淡 (dàn dàn), lacking even the slightest interest in giving the inner sect steward any more face.
However, upon receiving the waist token, the steward quickly began to jot down notes.
"May I ask, Yin Zhenchuan, what is the purpose of entering the Shenfeng Cave...?"
"Refining the body, acquiring weapons."
【Yin Huacheng, true disciple of the Zhenshou Peak.】
【Entering the Shenfeng Cave, refining the body, acquiring weapons.】
After recording, Yin Huacheng took back the waist token and stepped into the Shenfeng Cave.
"Yin Zhenchuan? Didn't he stop coming for a long time?"
"He must have just broken through recently. Do you think he has already condensed his inner breath and stepped into the Guanshen realm?"
"Hiss... hard to say."
"If Yin Zhenchuan is here to refine his body, he must be going to the third level."
"Haha, then he might just run into Li Zhenchuan."
The crowd on the first level of the Shenfeng Cave couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
But before they could say much more, their voices fell silent.
Because not far away, Yin Huacheng had turned around, his gaze sweeping over the disciples of the Shenbing Peak present.
For some reason, when he looked at them, everyone felt as if they were being targeted by a fierce beast.
Yin Huacheng narrowed his eyes and said, "When did we get a Li Zhenchuan in the sect?"
"Uh, he just joined during this year's entrance ceremony."
Someone replied.
The next moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Yin Huacheng's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, reappearing right in front of him, and those eyes staring at him seemed to... turn into vertical pupils?
"Newly admitted disciples entering the third level of the Shenfeng Cave, are you trying to make a fool of me?"
"N-no... how could I dare..."
The inner sect disciple swallowed hard, "Everyone knows, Li Zhenchuan comes here every day like this. On the first day, Elder Hanhua was so scared he went down to look for him, but it turned out he was completely fine."
The people around nodded repeatedly.
Yin Huacheng remained skeptical, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.
After standing still for a few seconds, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Only then did the crowd feel the oppressive weight on their chests lift, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Once his figure had completely disappeared, someone spat softly.
"This Yin Zhenchuan, is he dealing with those beasts on Zhenshou Peak and has lost his mind?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If he really reached the Guanshen realm, he might hear you."
"Li Zhenchuan is much better; he even treats us to drinks."
"Hmph... that's not saying much."
...
Walking on the second level of the Shenfeng Cave, Yin Huacheng was indeed in a terrible mood.
He had paid an unimaginable price for this body, finally managing to enter the third level for body refinement.
Now, suddenly, someone said a newly admitted disciple could do it—on what grounds?
Wasn't this saying that all his sacrifices had become a joke?
"Murong Xiao has half-demon blood, fine."
"But where did this Li Zhenchuan come from?"
"Could it be he also carries some kind of demon blood?"
Step—
Yin Huacheng stepped into the third level.
Suddenly, the flesh on his body began to twist irregularly, his emaciated form swelling rapidly as if filled with air.
Tiny, dense features emerged on the surface of his skin, and his arms instantly became long and slender.
He had grown stronger.
But all over his body, there were faint traces of beast-like characteristics, making him appear incredibly strange.
"My Hundred Beasts Blood Refinement is only a few forms away!"
"When the time comes, it will definitely be a true ultimate skill, hehehe..."
Feeling an endless surge of power, Yin Huacheng chuckled softly and strode forward.
The sharp intent that struck him was completely blocked by his iron-like feathers.
Ten minutes later.
Suddenly, he came to a halt.
Not far ahead, he saw a young man sitting cross-legged.
Surrounding him were dozens, even hundreds, of various weapons, all of them renowned artifacts!
This was probably half of the renowned artifacts in the third level of the Shenfeng Cave.
Yin Huacheng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his vertical pupils widening.
...
"Hmm?"
Sensing the tremors in the ground, Li Mo opened his eyes and turned to look.
Goodness, he hadn't looked back before, but now he was startled.
What on earth was that?
It couldn't be a person, could it?
"No one mentioned there were monsters in the Shenfeng Cave..."
"Well, anyway, my physical body is already comparable to a weapon; I can try going to the fourth level."
Li Mo hesitated for just three and a third seconds before standing up.
Taking advantage of the monster's moment of inattention, he dusted off his pants and, without even glancing at the renowned artifacts surrounding him, stepped into the fourth level.
As he left, those renowned artifacts all returned to their original positions, clearly defined.
Crack...
In Yin Huacheng's heart, it felt as if something had shattered.
It was his fragile Dao heart.
He had painstakingly sought after a renowned artifact, yet the newcomer didn't even bother to look.
He had conducted hundreds, even thousands of experiments for body refinement, even willing to become a monster, yet he still dared not approach the fourth level of the Shenfeng Cave.
The newcomer had just entered the sect, and his starting point was already the destination he could only dream of.
The son of the peak master, born with a silver spoon, Yin Huacheng's mindset instantly began to crumble.
"Why, why not choose me?!"
"On what grounds does he deserve it?!"
The flesh on his body began to twist again, showing signs of losing control.
Yin Huacheng went wild, smashing and venting his frustrations.
But here, all were renowned artifacts.
Renowned artifacts have spirits; it was not just a saying.
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Chapter 27: Chixiao Sword and Hundred Beasts Blood Refinement
"Was that really a monster just now?"
Li Mo thought for a moment, feeling something was off.
The Shenfeng Cave was within the Qingyuan Sect, and there were inner sect stewards guarding the entrance.
How could a monster get in?
Perhaps it was just an unusually ugly senior brother...
Li Mo decided not to dwell on it any longer.
Step—
His footsteps landed on the ground of the fourth level.
The sharp killing intent that rushed at him, even with his initial success in body refinement, made him feel an almost overwhelming pressure.
His body, comparable to the peak of mortal weapons, even felt a slight sting.
"Just the dissipating aura is so terrifying."
"It’s at least ten times stronger than the third level."
Li Mo took a gentle breath, and instantly felt a slight numbness in his internal organs.
Fortunately, he had trained both his organs and meridians together; otherwise, he feared he wouldn't be able to hold on.
"What kind of weapons are nurtured in this level?"
Li Mo raised his gaze.
In the vast fourth level, one half was covered in frost, while the other half was so hot that the air warped.
Keep in mind, this was inside a cave.
This scene was simply too bizarre.
Many of the remaining weapons had also diminished significantly.
In total, there were only nine stone platforms, each with a weapon inserted.
On the first one, there lay a long sword, entirely crimson and crystal clear.
As Li Mo approached, he noticed inscriptions in front of the stone platform:
"The first master of Shenbing Peak, Zhu Zichong, inspired by the sight of the twin suns in the sky, forged this sword modeled after the 'Fenkong' sword, ranked fifth on the Jiuzhou Divine Weapon List, and named it Chixiao."
This was the first line of text on the stone platform.
Xuanbing!
Weapons are categorized into mortal weapons, sharp weapons, renowned artifacts, and then xuanbing.
Xuanbing is the next level above renowned artifacts.
As for what lies above xuanbing?
Li Mo had no idea; he had never even heard of it.
But according to the inscriptions on the stone platform, if this xuanbing was merely a replica, then its prototype, the Fenkong sword, must be even more powerful.
"The Jiuzhou Divine Weapon List..."
"The first master of Shenbing Peak."
Li Mo couldn't help but marvel.
As far as he knew, the current Shenbing Peak took a long time to produce even a single renowned artifact.
In the past, they could forge xuanbing?
Doesn't that mean that when this sword was forged, the Dayu Dynasty had only recently unified the realm?
There were more inscriptions, so Li Mo continued to read.
【Qingyuan Sect's fourth master of Qunyu Peak—Qin Xiaomeng, took the sword today!】
【Qingyuan Sect's sixth master of Qunyu Peak—Luo Rulong, respectfully requests the Chixiao sword!】
【Qingyuan Sect's thirteenth master of Luoxia Peak—Yue Hong, having reached the transformation realm of the Liyang Sword Technique, requests the Chixiao sword!】
...
The later entries showed that the time between requests for the sword grew longer.
Li Mo couldn't help but let his thoughts swirl.
This indicated that the number of people in the Qingyuan Sect qualified to wield this xuanbing was dwindling.
Moreover...
It seemed this sword had been lost for a period of time.
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