Chapter Eighty: A Sword Tip

  Mo Feng didn't hurry on his journey anymore, but instead cultivated and searched for spiritual medicine along the way.

  The Luoxia mountain range, which breeds many heavenly and earthly spiritual medicines, has a more concentrated Xuanli energy than the outside world, making it quite beneficial for cultivation.

  Without the help of Xiao Lingyao, Mu Feng did not make any significant gains in his search for spiritual medicine. He only found one three-product spiritual medicine and three two-product spiritual medicines, which no longer held much attraction for him.

  Although he had a faint sense of breakthrough, Mu Feng did not force himself to break through. Having just broken through not long ago, forcing another breakthrough would easily cause his spiritual power to become unsteady and his foundation unstable, which was not what he wanted to see.

  He didn't rush on the road, so Mofeng also gradually fell behind. When he walked out of the Luoxia mountain range, the soft sunlight made Mofeng feel a bit dazzling after staying in the dark mountains for a long time.

  In front of them was a large group of young boys and girls, who were the younger generation of the Mu family participating in this trial. These young members of the Mu family no longer looked radiant and bright as before, but instead had dull and dirty faces, probably having suffered greatly in the mountains.

  Those familiar faces in the crowd were also there, Mu Han Yu, Mu Han Qing... Seeing these faces, Mu Feng also felt very close.

  With Mufeng's return, all the younger generation of the Mu family who participated in this training session have now fully assembled.

  Back at the Mu family's martial arts training grounds, Mu Feng also heard that three young members of the Mu family had died during this trial, and the rest were all injured to varying degrees.

  However, the effect of this exercise is also extremely obvious. Two months of exercise have made everyone's cultivation grow more or less, especially in actual combat.

  Mo Chuan Dao's lengthy speech on the high platform made the young men and women below feel drowsy.

  "There's less than four months until the Qingying Competition, and a month later will be the selection. The five people who are selected to participate will enter the Zongzu Xuanli Room for training." Mu Chuandao said calmly.

  As soon as the mysterious power room was mentioned, the young men and women's spirits lifted, their eyes all lit up, it seemed that the mysterious power room had a considerable attraction to them.

  But to be honest, without selection, the names of these five people can basically be recited from memory.

  As the first master of the younger generation of the Mu family, Mu Han Yu is definitely one of the five. Mu Kun and Mu Cheng, as the second and third place in the previous adult ranking, their strength is unquestionable.

  The only suspense is the last two places, but everyone thinks that Mufeng and Musheng have a greater hope. However, in the previous session, there were several more difficult characters to deal with. Until the selection is over, no one can say for sure whether a dark horse will emerge from somewhere.

  ……

  Mo Feng returned to the other courtyard, but Mo Chengzhi and his wife were not there. After going back inside, Mo Feng changed her clothes and deliberately put a few more sets of clothes in the Void Stone.

  The young man sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and the Flame Emperor's Fist automatically ran, while the mysterious energy between heaven and earth also surged into Mu Feng's body.

  He sat cross-legged for a while, and suddenly heard a soft "ding" sound from within Mu Feng's body. He opened his eyes, revealing a wry smile on his face: he had failed!

  Mo Feng wanted to force through the sixth meridian of the Xuan Yan Hegemony, but failed. However, he didn't expect to succeed just now, so he just smiled wryly and didn't show any signs of frustration.

  ……

  These days, Mu Feng has been strolling around Mocheng in addition to his cultivation. However, the place he visits most often is still the South City Trading Market.

  Although Mu Feng rarely made purchases, he had seen many rare and precious treasures in the Trading Post City, broadening his horizons. As he spent more time in the city, the people there also became familiar with him.

  Mo Feng walked slowly through the market, the crowd was still bustling as usual. He cast his gaze on the items on the market stalls, constantly calculating in his mind. Now his Void Stone also had some Xuan Coins, but he hadn't found anything that caught his eye yet.

  In the midst of the bustling market, Mu Feng's gaze was drawn to a sword tip at the corner of a shop counter.

  Pointing at the sword tip, Mu Feng said to Xiao Huo: "Take it out and let me see."

  The young man knew Mu Feng's identity and didn't dare to be slow. He respectfully handed the broken sword tip over to Mu Feng.

  Mo Feng took over the sword tip, and saw that the broken sword tip was about three inches long, with rust spots all over it, revealing an ancient aura, and at a glance, it was clear that it was an object of great antiquity.

  When the sword tip was in his hand, Mu Feng felt a faint heat emanating from the strange symbol on his palm, and if he hadn't been extremely sensitive, he would have almost missed this subtle change.

  This was the second time that the token in his hand had reacted, causing Mu Feng's thoughts to stir as he asked: "What is the origin of this sword tip?"

  Young fellow said with a hint of a smile: "Mu Gongzi, according to our appraisal master's appraisal, this is supposedly the tip of a sword from thousands of years ago, picked up by a woodcutter when he went up the mountain to chop firewood."

  Every store in the market has a seasoned appraiser, these masters may not be very high in cultivation, but their eyes are sharp and they are very familiar with the identification of treasures.

  "How much?" Mu Feng raised the tip of his sword and said lightly.

  "Twenty thousand yuan!" The young shopkeeper said with a smile all over his face.

  "What, 20,000 Xuan coins?" Although this was a spiritual treasure from thousands of years ago, it was just a sword tip after all, and he couldn't feel any spirituality emanating from it. Buying it back home would only be for collection purposes. Although 20,000 Xuan coins were a sum that Mufeng could afford to part with, it gave him a feeling of being ripped off.

  "Sir, our appraiser says that the tip of this sword has a long history and should have some extraordinary aspects." The young shopkeeper explained.

  He took out most of the Spirit Coins from the Void Stone, gathered 20,000 Spirit Coins, and tossed them to the young shopkeeper with a hint of heartache. He put the sword tip into the Void Stone and said, "You guys really know how to do business, this small piece of sword tip is worth 20,000 Spirit Coins." If not for the slight reaction from the symbol on his hand, Mu Feng might not have been willing to buy this piece of sword tip.

  Mo Feng was just about to leave when someone said: "Sir, please stay a moment."

  Mo Feng turned around, and three young men came to his side. One of them looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a straight figure and a slightly handsome appearance, wearing luxurious clothes, and it was clear that he was the son of a wealthy family. The other two were also around eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing green robes, and should be the followers of the former.

  "Who is this gentleman?" Mu Feng saw that Hua Fu Gongzi was very polite and asked with a clasped fist.

  Before the elegant young master could respond, one of the men in green clothes hastily spoke up and said: "Our young master is Song Ping, the junior leader of the Green Wolf Gang."

  "Oh? I wonder what Young Master Song wants with me?" Mu Feng also had some doubts and asked back.

  "Just now, the sword tip, I wonder if brother can transfer it to me, I am willing to pay 500,000 yuan." Song Ping still had a smile on his face, he also saw that Mu Feng had some background and did not easily offend him.

  "Sorry, Young Master Song, but it so happens that I'm also very interested in the sword tip below. I won't be able to give it to you." Mu Feng said calmly.

  That young man in green clothes seemed to have a very violent temper, and immediately shouted: "You little boy, you really don't know how to behave, our young master is willing to give five hundred thousand yuan, but you're still not happy, looking for death!"

  Mo Feng's face sank, his eyes shot out cold light, and he stared coldly at the man in green clothes.

  Another man in a green robe did not speak, but quietly watched everything happening before his eyes.

  Song Ping said in a low voice: "Peng Ming, what are you doing?"

  Peng Ming also gave Mu Feng a fierce stare before sulkily returning to stand behind Song Ping.

  Song Ping smiled softly and said, "Sorry to trouble you, but I'm interested in collecting some unusual things. It just so happens that I have a bit of interest in that sword tip, and I hope you can spare it."

  "Sorry, it's really hard to answer, I'll take my leave." Murong said, not wanting to entangle further, turned and left.

  "You!"

  Peng Mingzheng was about to rush up to catch Mu Feng, but Song Ping stretched out his hand to stop him. As he gazed at the receding back of Mu Feng, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

  "Get me information about this kid, and we'll deal with him later when the time is right."