Killing His Master

That was close, that was close. Although I had seen that this kid was Old Luo's former disciple and had no killing intent, it had still been somewhat risky just now.

Still, it counted as a successful gamble—I had copied his talent over.

Lu Changfeng looked at his interface. The [Sword Vein] talent had been copied successfully.

Name: Lu Changfeng

Bone Constitution: Grade A Upper, Grade A Mid ×3

Talents: High-grade Talent [Swordsman], High-grade Talent [Sword Heart], High-grade Talent [Sword Vein], High-grade Talent [Flying Swallow], High-grade Talent [Fist Warrior], High-grade Talent [Blade Supremacy], Low-grade Talent [Palm Technique].

Realm: Blood Tempering Sixth Level

Blood Tempering Techniques: [Mount Le's Wrathful Vajra] Perfected. [Heavenly Body Tempering Blade Technique] Minor Mastery.

Martial Arts: [Gale Sword Technique] Perfected, [Blood Burst Steps] Perfected, [Antelope Dodge Method] Perfected, [Falling Leaf Saber Technique] Perfected.

Martial Arts Insights: Fierce Wind Sword Intent (Primary Sword Intent) (Sword Technique power increased by 65%), Falling Leaf Saber Intent (Beginner Saber Intent) (Saber Technique power increased by 55%)

Replication Interval: 49 days.

Close interface.

Lu Changfeng felt a fragrant breeze rush toward him. Wang Yue had pounced over and reached out to support him.

"Attendant Lu, are you all right?"

"Fine, fine."

Lu Changfeng spoke up.

Zhao Xingtian's cultivation was truly unfathomable.

That casual palm from Zhao Xingtian just now had packed quite a punch.

But Lu Changfeng was at the Blood Tempering Sixth Level. On top of that, the [Heavenly Body Tempering Blade Technique] had raised his physique to another level. Aside from being shoved back and losing some face, he had truly suffered no injuries from that palm.

"The thing is in my hands. Come over and take it." On the other side, Old Luo had already sprung to his feet and drawn the rusty longsword in his hand.

Zhao Xingtian walked toward Old Luo at an unhurried pace.

Eight swordsmen surrounded them with swords in hand. The auras they revealed were all those of Martial Masters in the Muscle Tendon Realm!

The eight swordsmen's encirclement also encompassed Lu Changfeng and Wang Yue. Seeing this, Lu Changfeng temporarily pulled Wang Yue to a halt.

"The sect's Enforcement Team came with you too. Looks like you really did become the Young Sect Master." Old Luo raised his sword toward Zhao Xingtian.

Zhao Xingtian spread his hands. "It's what I deserve."

"Luo Xingyun, I originally respected you greatly. For the sake of the Moon Chasing Lineage, you willingly left the sect."

"But I never expected you to hide things from me."

"Before Xu Fan left after betraying the sect, he gave that thing to you, didn't he?"

"The Moon Chasing Sword Seed!"

Old Luo's expression did not change. "That thing is indeed in my hands. However, your talent is insufficient, so I have no way to give the Moon Chasing Sword Seed to you."

Zhao Xingtian's expression changed. "What a joke! My talent is insufficient? Is your talent somehow enough? This belongs to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Now that you've left the sect, you should leave it behind!"

Old Luo glanced toward the mountain gate, sighed, and shook his head. "If you defeat me, the thing will naturally be yours."

"That's what you said!"

"It's been ten years since we last met. Let me show you my strength!"

Zhao Xingtian slashed at Old Luo with his sword.

A blue sword light tore free from the blade and shot more than ten meters through the air, stabbing straight toward Old Luo's face!

"The Starlight Sword Technique of the Star Shifting Lineage?"

"With sword light like this, it seems you've been in the Muscle Tendon Realm's Great Perfection for quite some time!"

The rust flaked off the Rusty Longsword in Old Luo's hand inch by inch, revealing a longsword suffused with a faint spiritual glow.

Whoosh!

Old Luo slashed upward at an angle, sending out a deep yellow sword light no weaker than Zhao Xingtian's!

The two sword lights collided in midair and exploded with a thunderous bang.

Even from far away, Lu Changfeng could feel a fierce wind bearing down on him.

Then came the two men's continuous clash of sword lights.

After dozens of sword lights, master and disciple closed the distance with perfect tacit understanding at the same time.

The two of them unleashed dazzling close-quarters sword techniques.

"Starlight Sword Intent!"

Suddenly, Zhao Xingtian let out a loud shout. A layer of faint blue energy enveloped his body, and the power of the sword move in his hand doubled instantly!

It had already become too fast for Lu Changfeng to see clearly.

This is definitely an intermediate-level Sword Intent or higher! The amplification is far too terrifying! Lu Changfeng thought.

On the other side, Old Luo's body also trembled. His gaze went unfocused, while pale yellow energy faintly enveloped his entire body.

It was astonishingly another intermediate-level Sword Intent or higher!

This time, the two fought for more than a hundred moves. It was clear that after using Sword Intent, the gap between Zhao Xingtian and Old Luo began to widen.

After a hundred moves, Old Luo's sword struck Zhao Xingtian's body.

Although Zhao Xingtian had Internal Energy protecting his body, his face still turned deathly pale, and he staggered several meters backward.

Old Luo did not pursue him. "You can't even defeat me after my bone constitution was destroyed. What makes you think you can take the Moon Chasing Sword Seed?"

Resentment appeared on Zhao Xingtian's face. "What right do you have to refuse to give it to me?"

"Are you planning to carry the Sword Seed into your grave?"

"To tell you the truth, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect now has only the Dou Zhuan and Star Shifting Lineages left. The Moon Chasing Lineage will cease to exist within the Xuanyuan Sword Sect from this day onward!"

Who would have thought that Old Luo had already anticipated this? He remained unmoved.

Old Luo sheathed his sword and headed away in the opposite direction.

Zhao Xingtian gritted his teeth. "Kill him!"

At his command, the eight swordsmen charged toward Old Luo.

Once the swordsmen had passed by them, Lu Changfeng grabbed Wang Yue and sprinted into the distance.

As he ran, Lu Changfeng glanced back from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, no one pursued them.

Old Luo, I truly don't have the ability to help you. I'm sorry.

Those eight swordsmen were all Great Martial Master-level existences!

With strength like that, how could Lu Changfeng dare stay behind?

Sword Qi roared behind him, and Old Luo's figure vanished beneath a storm of sword light.

Lu Changfeng hurried along with Wang Yue. By noon the next day, they finally arrived outside Fengcheng.

Only then did Lu Changfeng breathe a sigh of relief.

The two of them, Lu Changfeng and Wang Yue, were already covered in dust from head to toe.

"Attendant Lu, will my younger brother be all right at the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?" Wang Yue asked.

Lu Changfeng shook his head. "That should only be an internal conflict between those two master and disciple. Perhaps some outside force is pushing it along, but it shouldn't involve your younger brother."

"With Wang Shao's talent, if he cultivates diligently at the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, becoming a True Disciple may be out of reach, but becoming an inner disciple shouldn't be a problem."

Wang Yue nodded. Surely it will be as Attendant Lu said.

The two returned to the Wang Residence and went their separate ways. Lu Changfeng returned to the Hall of Worship.

Without Old Luo, his chess companion, the Hall of Worship felt somewhat unfamiliar to Lu Changfeng.

Lu Changfeng had also lost his channel for copying a Grade A Mid bone constitution.

Fortunately, after this journey, his relationship with Wang Yue had grown considerably closer.

The two of them had made physical contact countless times along the way.

The next time he tried to copy Wang Yue's bone constitution through contact, it should be much easier.

"The Moon Chasing Sword Seed."

"It sounds incredibly powerful."

"Old Luo, I hope fortune favors the brave and you make it through!"

"You can't just recklessly take in a disciple with a rebellious streak!!"

But no matter how he thought about it, in that situation, facing a disciple who had gone mad enough to murder his master, Old Luo had no chance of surviving.

Perhaps Old Luo had returned to the sect this time with the intention of dying from the start.

Lu Changfeng soaked in a hot bath and fell into a deep sleep.