Chapter 4: Inner Shell of the Celestial Silkworm

  "It turned out to be a natural totem..."

  Yan Yiran handed the Long Sword of the Underworld back to Ling Qingyan, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. "In the past, I knew that those with innate Totems were extremely rare in the Chongwu Continent, but I didn't have much understanding of them. It seems that when we were at the entrance of Moyun City earlier, and the Murong family's people wanted to make a move on Yanyan, my feeling about the sudden appearance of that strange and violent power on your body was correct!"

  Ling Qing nodded in agreement, having also sensed the eerie and violent power that had suddenly appeared on his body, which was indeed the Blood Slaughter aura of the Blood Slaughter Python Totem.

  "It seems I was worried about you for nothing, haha!"

  Fan Yiran sat down beside the stone table again, picked up the teapot and poured tea water. "Wow! Eighteen years old, Blue Level peak attack! Even in the thousands of years of history of Chongwu Continent, there has never been a monster like you! Not to mention the thousands of years of history of my Tiandao Sect! Little brother, you can absolutely be called the first genius since the founding of Tiandao Sect!"

  At the same time, Fan Yiran was also enlightened. No wonder his master wanted to personally accept the young man in front of him as an apprentice! Such a fine jade, indeed cannot be carved by oneself, the better the jade, only in the hands of a better carver, can it be discovered more perfectly!

  No wonder!

  No wonder Chongwu Continent has been passing down that sentence from ancient times to the present: The Heaven's Chosen Totem, is the darling of heaven and earth!

  "Monster..."

  Ling Qingyan had just sat down when he heard Fan Yiran's evaluation of himself, and couldn't help but curl his lip. "Brother, do you have to praise me like that?"

  For Ling Qingyan, Fan Yiran put down the teapot and picked up the tea cup in front of him. "That Wen family, unless that old man takes action, otherwise it will absolutely not be a threat to you. Humph! With your true strength, through the explosive force generated by this long sword, even if you encounter several blue-level warriors attacking together, you can retreat unscathed!"

  Ling Qing nodded, previously he knew that his Youming Longjian had become stronger after merging with the Xue Xuan Tuotuo's blood and the Xuesha Qi, but he also thought that his own strength was only around mid-blue rank... Unexpectedly, after the previous experiment with Fan Yiran, this true power through the full explosion of Youming Longjian had actually reached the peak of blue rank!

  Of course, Ling Qingyan also knew that the blue-level peak was still a blue level after all. The constraints of the true power level could not be broken by accumulating quantity! When encountering a purple-level warrior, he still couldn't collide head-on!

  Perhaps knowing that Ling Qingyan was about to leave, Fan Yiran told him things from decades ago when he was wandering around the Chongwu continent, teaching Ling Qingyan so-called experiences, what to guard against, what to pay attention to, and how difficult it is to fathom human hearts.

  It's worth noting that Ling Qingyan was the leader of the underground forces in the entire city, and he had a deep understanding of people's hearts and the so-called "rivers and lakes". As for Fan Yiran's words of teaching "Xiaobai", he felt uninteresting after listening to them.

  "Big brother, look, it's almost noon, I should head back! After lunch, I still need to go say goodbye to Hou Jin and the others..."

  Looking up at the sky, Ling Qing suddenly interrupted Fan Yiran's words. After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Fan Yiran to react and stood up, intending to leave.

  "Wait!"

  Fan Yiran seemed to have also sensed Ling Qingyan's impatience, and shook his head involuntarily. He then flipped over his left palm, and a small box appeared in it. "Take this box back with you."

  Ling Qingyan looked at the small box handed over by Fan Yiran and couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what's inside?"

  "You'll know when you go back," Fan Yiran seemed unwilling to say more on this topic, saying: "This thing is useless to me, but it still has some use for you..."

  Ling Qingyan saw Fan Yiran start to get annoyed and didn't say anything more. He took the box and bid farewell, leaving.

  ………

  Ling Qingyan's residence courtyard.

  "Come on! Let's get it done!"

  Ling Qingyan, sitting beside a stone table, picked up a cup of wine from the table and nodded slightly towards Hou Jin in front of him.

  "Cheers!" Hou Jin also raised his cup and said.

  Ling Qingyan had originally planned to go find Hou Jin after lunch to explain his departure from the Tianjian Sect, but unexpectedly, he saw Hou Jin walking towards the trial grounds as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, and immediately called him over.

  He downed the cup of wine in his hand, then put the empty cup on the stone table and let Ling Qingyan fill it up for him. "What's wrong with you today, kid? I remember when I asked you to drink together before, you weren't even interested. Now you're inviting me to drink yourself?"

  Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyan was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter. "I'm leaving the mountain tomorrow and I just wanted to have a couple of drinks with you! Who knows when I'll be back? As you know, I don't usually drink much, after all, that strong liquor still has some effect on my current body."

  Hou Jin heard what Ling Qingyan said behind him, nodded, and immediately thought of the sentence in front of Ling Qingyan, staring at him tightly, "Are you going down the mountain?"

  "Hmm," Ling Qingyan smiled faintly and nodded. To say that in the Tianjian Sect, he was close with only a few people, and among them, the ones he got along with were just Hou Jin and Liu Yanran.

  "Does your junior sister know?"

  Hou Jin didn't say much, picked up the wine cup on the stone table and took a sip, asking.

  "Uh," Ling Qingyan's face suddenly turned strange, "forget it, if I really tell her, who knows how long she'll nag... I'd better keep it from her and slip away quietly."

  "Haha!"

  Seeing Ling Qingyan's expression, Hou Jin laughed rarely. He was also clear about that junior sister of his, who indeed clung to people tightly, and he had been a victim in the past as well.

  The two of them chatted idly for nearly half an hour, discussing their understanding of the eighth move of the Heavenly Sword Nine Styles.

  While chatting with Hou Jinzheng, he suddenly mentioned the name of Jian Xian Zhang Lao Fan Yiran. Ling Qingyan was taken aback for a moment before remembering the small box that Fan Yiran had handed to him earlier in the morning, which he had put into his storage ring and completely forgotten about!

  Wow!

  In the scorching gaze of Bai Na's eyes, a delicate small box also appeared in Ling Qingyan's left hand. Ling Qingyan placed the small box on the stone table and then gently opened the small buckle on top, opening it up.

  In the box, a roll of grayish-white thread-like object is tightly placed inside.

  He reached out to take out the grayish-white silky object, and as he felt the softness transmitted to his hand, Ling Qingyan unfolded it with a smooth motion. To his surprise, it was a sleeveless, tight-fitting garment made of grayish-white silky material. As Ling Qingyan's hands moved slightly, he easily felt the suppleness and softness transmitted from the silky garment in his hand.

  "Silk Cocoon!"

  But a candidate on the side saw the silk-like close-fitting clothes in Ling Qingyan's hand and exclaimed.

  Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyan also looked towards Hou Jin and asked: "Do you recognize this thing? Could it have some special use?"

  "Do you know what is inside this cocoon?"

  He looked at Ling Qingyan like a monster, and then slowly explained: "Tian Can, although it is a low-level demon beast, and in some ways it can't even be considered a demon beast! However, the number of Tian Can on the Chongwu continent is extremely small. The silk that Tian Can spits out once a year is only that much, but it is extremely tough. One strand of Tian Can silk can even lift objects weighing thousands of catties!"

  Ling Qing heard this and couldn't help but feel that it was utterly unbelievable - a single heavenly silkworm thread could move an object weighing thousands of catties?

  Is it possible?