Lu Feng had already tossed the longsword back to the Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence.
Although he had sensed the extraordinary quality of the longsword from that strike, it held little appeal for him.
Without Ouye Longping's wild-thunder-like sword intent within it, the Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence devoured it noticeably faster. In but an instant, it had eaten away more than half of the dark black radiance coating the blade.
Lu Feng had also heard the conversation between the phantom and Xue Zier.
He did not feel particularly proud about it. For one, the sword intent Ouye Longping had fused into the sword had endured far too many years, and its power was long no match for what it had once been; dispelling it was hardly an astonishing feat. For another, he had never entertained the thought of comparing himself to someone like Ouye Longping.
Crack, crack—
The sound of stones breaking suddenly rang out.
Lu Feng's expression stiffened at once.
He should have known that, with the Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence's "bad" disposition, how could it possibly be content with only one longsword?
As the remaining eight longswords came into view one after another, the phantom's expression turned uncertain. Though he could not see, he still gazed toward Ouye Longping's withered skeleton on the rattan chair.
After a long while.
The phantom sighed. "You can subdue the Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence and have it devour the dark black radiance coating these treasured swords, and you can also erase Brother Longping's sword intent. Perhaps this was fated in the unseen. Perhaps Brother Longping's spirit in heaven sent you here to smooth over this regret of his."
"If you want them, take them all. Better that than letting them remain buried here."
"I only hope you will not let them gather dust."