Chen Qing returned to the quiet room in the small courtyard and took the gray little sword Hua Yunfeng had given him into his hand, examining it carefully.
"Martial Uncle Hua said this thing might be useless, or it might help me ward off a little trouble someday..."
He looked at the blade, his brows slightly furrowed. "For someone like Martial Uncle Hua to give it so solemnly, it should be no ordinary item."
He tucked the little sword away close to his body, yet his mind turned to Hua Yunfeng's attitude today.
Martial Uncle Hua came from the True Martial lineage. By all rights, he should have been closer to Pulse Master Han Guxi and Sect Leader Jiang Lishan.
Yet from the few words exchanged today, Chen Qing could sense that Hua Yunfeng's gratitude toward his senior brother Luo Zhixian ran far deeper than his closeness toward anyone else in the sect.
"The older generation probably has some past that cannot be told to outsiders."
Chen Qing shook his head and stopped dwelling on it.
Still, he was rather curious about the existence sealed under layer upon layer on the fifth floor.
That person's Killing Intent was so dense and pure that it was terrifying. If he could use it to cultivate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.
That brief clash of Killing Intent today had already advanced his body-tempering progress, which spoke for itself.
"Yet this person's identity is mysterious. The Great Snow Mountain Dharma King was even willing to join forces with the Demonic Sect to rescue him. He is absolutely no good person. Using his Killing Intent for cultivation would be like drinking poison to quench thirst. One careless mistake, and my mind could be