Chapter 140: Xuanling Sword and Xuanling Sword Technique

  Mo Feng seemed to understand but not quite understand what Xuan Lingzi said, however, facing this super strong being, he also didn't dare speak recklessly. Once he provoked this old monster into unhappiness, he himself wouldn't even know how he died.

  "The young one somewhat understands, but doesn't know what exactly the senior wants him to do?" Murong Feng said with some hesitation.

  "This old man can sense that you have a resolute heart, and your character is relatively upright. Your innate talent is mediocre, but you're still a decent martial arts seedling. Unfortunately, you're too young, your strength is too weak, and the space for improvement in this remote Western Wasteland is too small."

  Xuanlingzi started talking about some irrelevant things, leaving Mufeng bewildered. How did he suddenly start praising himself? However, he didn't interrupt and quietly waited for Xuanlingzi to finish speaking.

  "My lingering thought can't last much longer, so I can no longer wait. As long as you agree to one condition for me, I will pass on the inheritance of the Mystic Spirit Temple to you." said the Mystic Spirit Son calmly.

  "Finally getting to the point." Murong thought to himself.

  "Elder, please speak!" Mufeng didn't dare show any disrespect in front of Xuanyuanzi.

  "Go to the Middle Continent's Wuji Sect and look for Xia Lingxuan's whereabouts. If she is trapped, you must find a way to rescue her." Xuanlingzi said calmly.

  "Is the Xia Lingxuan that Senior is referring to the little junior sister in the story?" Mu Feng's eyelid twitched violently as he asked in a startled tone.

  "Not bad." Xuan Lingzi nodded his head, he knew that Mu Feng had already guessed it.

  "What if Xia Shixiong falls?" Mu Feng hesitated for a moment before voicing the doubts in his heart.

  "Don't worry about this. When we parted ways back then, we left a secret mark on each other's bodies. This mark can't track the location, but it can sense the safety of the other person. If it's not completely destroyed, the mark won't disappear. Now I can sense that she should still be alive in this world. From the breath I sensed, it seems like she is trapped somewhere."

  "Sorry, Xuanlingzi senior, I may not be able to meet your requirements." Murong thought for a moment and said honestly.

  Wuji Sect, I'm afraid that anyone inside can kill themselves with just a flick of their finger. If you want to rescue someone from it, you absolutely don't have the power to do so.

  As for this inheritance, whether it falls on one's own head or not is also irrelevant. After all, without this inheritance, one can still become a strong person through their own cultivation and slow growth.

  "What? You refuse?" Mu Feng shook his head, and Xu Lingzi's face suddenly changed, his voice becoming stern and cold, emitting a chilling killing intent that made people doubtless believe that if Mu Feng didn't meet his expectations, he would be instantly killed.

  "The young one also wants to help the senior fulfill this wish, but is afraid of being powerless! Even you can't do it, how can the young one possibly succeed? You also know that the young one's strength is too weak, and the young one is afraid of disappointing the senior's expectations." Murong sighed bitterly and explained.

  He was actually moved by Xuēn Líng Zǐ's feelings for Xià Líng Xuān, and wanted to help him fulfill this wish, but his own strength was really too weak. It was truly a case of having the heart but not the power.

  According to Xuanlingzi, even if one has reached the realm of Wuzong, in the Qingyuan royal family, they would still have to be careful everywhere. After all, there, even strong practitioners of Wuzong are only relatively humble existences. One's current cultivation is not yet at the level of creating forms and is far from the realm of Wuzong. Wanting to rescue Xia Lingxuan from Wuji Sect is simply a pipe dream!

  Xuan Lingzi listened to Mu Feng's explanation and let out a soft sigh, his face also becoming more relaxed. He too knew that what Mu Feng said was all true.

  Xuán Líng Zǐ's impression of Mù Fēng improved a bit, and if Mù Fēng really wanted to deceive him, he didn't have any good methods.

  "Your words show that you have a candid heart. However, I believe that as long as you are willing, you will definitely be able to do it, and this matter does not require you to take action immediately. Wait until you grow up to a certain height, then go help me fulfill my wish!"

  "Since the senior holds you in such high regard, I'll agree to it." Murong Feng nodded and said. Firstly, he indeed wanted to help Xuanlingzi fulfill this wish, secondly, looking at today's situation, it seemed that not agreeing was also not an option.

  "After you go to the Central Continent and see her, give this jade pendant to her and tell her that in my heart, I, Xuán Líng Zǐ, have always been thinking of her, but unfortunately, we are not destined to be together again."

  A green light flashed by, and a warm jade with a pale green glow fell into Mu Feng's hand. The front was engraved with the character "Xuan", while the back was engraved with the character "Ling". After carefully examining the jade pendant, Mu Feng put it away in the Void Stone.

  Seeing Mufeng agree, Xuanyingzi was also satisfied and nodded his head. He also knew that the time left to him by heaven was not much, if he delayed again, the remaining thought he left behind would be gone, causing endless regret and remorse.

  "Heh heh, great! Since we're so fated, I'll give you a grand gift." Xuanlingzi smiled faintly and lightly pointed his hand at the void.

  "Hum!"

  A loud humming noise suddenly rose, and the empty space between Mofeng and Xuanglingzi began to shake violently. A crack several feet wide and over a dozen feet long appeared in front of them, from which countless dazzling rays of light burst out.

  A scorching aura spread out, and an overbearing pressure also enveloped this space. Even if Mufeng could rival the strongest in the initial stage of the Creation Boundary, he found it a bit hard to withstand such heat and pressure.

  The entire hall seemed to tremble with this pressure, causing dust on the beams to fall down.

  Enduring the piercing light, Mu Feng also saw a black giant sword slowly rising from the ground, finally stopping in mid-air between the two.

  The sword is about four and a half feet long, with the entire body being black, exuding an overwhelming heat. On the surface of the sword are some strange patterns, which emit a red glow, giving people a sense of spirituality.

  The width of the sword body is more than twice that of an ordinary sword, and the entire handle gives a sense of heaviness. If it were to be judged by its shape, Mufeng would rather believe it was a knife!

  Just by looking at the quality and aura of this giant sword, you can tell it's no ordinary object!

  When the black giant sword appeared, Mu Feng suddenly felt that the pattern on his palm emitted a scorching aura again, which was more intense than the iron plate and the sword tip, making Mu Feng also greatly surprised.

  However, Xuanlingzi did not detect the existence of the talisman in Mofeng's hand, and Mofeng would not tell him about it either.

  "This black sword was obtained by me through a coincidence of fate, and it is currently comparable to a top-grade spiritual treasure of the Mystic Stage."

  "What's going on?" Mu Feng also sensed that there was more to Xuanyuanzi's words.

  "That's right. This black sword should have been sealed by some kind of power, otherwise, the power it can exhibit should be far more than what you see now. Unfortunately, I've spent my whole life trying to break the seal, but I couldn't. Hopefully, you'll have better luck." Xuanlingzi said with a hint of regret.

  Mo Feng understood that this black sword should have a great connection with the symbol in his hand, otherwise there wouldn't be such a strong reaction.

  "In those years, I relied on this sword to traverse the entire Western Wilderness, specifically the northwest region, hence its name: Xuanling Sword!" Xuanlingzi said with a smile, recalling the scene of galloping across the vast northwest continent of the Western Wilderness hundreds of years ago.

  "I shall present you with this Xuanling Sword right now!" Xuanlingzi raised his hand and lightly pointed, erasing the mark on the Xuanling Sword that belonged to him.

  The Xuanling Sword floated in mid-air, and when Mufeng approached, the sword body suddenly emitted a buzzing vibration sound.

  Mufeng grasped the hilt of the sword, but felt a resistant force emanating from it, which bounced him off with great force. Mufeng spat out his vital energy, wrapping it around the sword, and lightly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto it. Under the effect of his vital energy, this mouthful of blood also gradually merged into the body of the sword.

  Xuanlingzi has already erased the mark on Xuanling Sword, this kind of rebellious force is just the instinctive resistance of the Lingbao itself, so with the fusion of essence and blood, this rebellious force is also getting smaller and smaller, while the red light on the sword body is getting stronger and stronger.

  In the end, this resistant force completely disappeared, and the humming sound also stopped quietly.

  Mo Feng grasped the hilt of the Xuanling Sword with both hands, carefully examining it before nodding in satisfaction.

  This Xuanling sword weighs over 100 kilograms, and it feels extremely heavy when held in hand. However, the aura emitted by it is also extremely powerful. Mufeng swung it twice before putting the Xuanling sword back into the Void Stone.

  "I'll impart another set of inferior sword techniques to you, the Xuanling Sword Technique!"

  Xuanlingzi Lingkong pointed in mid-air, a white awn shot into Mofeng's forehead, and a swordsmanship martial art suddenly appeared in Mofeng's mind.

  Low-grade martial art, Xuanling Swordsmanship!

  A vast amount of information flooded Mu Feng's mind, almost to the point of bursting. However, this swelling pain was only temporary and soon subsided, and the Seven Styles Sword Technique floated into Mu Feng's mind.

  Overbearing! Ambitious!

  Mo Feng slightly sensed the Xuanling Sword Technique, giving him an extremely overbearing and grand feeling. Although he hadn't learned the Xuanling Sword Technique yet, from the information he could sense that it was a powerful and majestic martial art that combined opening and closing movements with the equally overbearing and fierce Flame Yang and Xuanming, which would greatly increase its power!

  It's just a lower-grade martial art, but the requirements for the practitioner's own cultivation are extremely high. With Mu Feng's current strength, he can only barely display the first move!

  Mo Fengqiang suppressed the joy in his heart and bowed with a fist: "Thank you, senior, for your help."

  A Xuanling sword comparable to a top-grade spiritual treasure, and a set of low-grade Xuanling sword techniques - either one would cause a bloody storm in the Great Martial Empire.

  The Xuanjie upper-grade spiritual treasure is still easy to say, but the Di Jie lower-grade martial arts are even more precious.

  To know, even the Mu clan's highest martial art is only middle-grade Xuan rank. Even the highest martial art of the Huang clan, the ruler of the Great Wu Dynasty, is only lower-grade Di rank.

  The Earthly Tier martial arts have never appeared in Tianfeng County for nearly a hundred years!