Obtaining a Magical Artifact, the Red Cloud Sword

"Senior doesn't believe me?" Yi Xiaofeng asked, suppressing his anger.

"I don't!" the other party snorted coldly.

Yi Xiaofeng rose directly to his feet, preparing to climb out the window.

"Wait!" the other party hurriedly called out to stop Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng halted midway through climbing out the window without looking back.

The other party gave a fake cough. "Why be so impulsive, little friend? I am an outer sect deacon of the Heaven Sword Saint Sect, named Qiu Rangong. Bai Hongxiao, as the Sword Saint, has always held lofty status and prestige within the Heaven Sword Saint Sect. This is my first time hearing that he has such a close personal relationship with a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, so I could not help being presumptuous."

Yi Xiaofeng turned back, crouched down again, and snorted softly. "That's because your talent is lacking. My talent is outstanding. The Sword Saint even passed down his cultivation to me. Doesn't that make you mad?"

Qiu Rangong: "..."

The Barrage surged:

"Shameless bastard!"

"Sword Saint: Since when were we so close?"

"I'm impressed. This is genuine shamelessness."

"People really ought to follow their hearts, right, old senior?"

"Hahahaha, I'm dying. I thought this old senior would be tougher than that."

"Looks like he's suffered quite a bit here."

Qiu Rangong sighed and said, "Little friend, with your cultivation, you cannot save me. These iron chains are forged from thousand-year refined iron; only divine weapons or sharp artifacts can sever them. You should help me find the key instead. It is on Shan Tiange."

Yi Xiaofeng raised his brows.

He still had to find a key?

He immediately wanted to give up.

"So troublesome? Then forget it. Senior, bear with it a little longer. Maybe Zhuo Ye Fortress will be gone in a few days," Yi Xiaofeng said with a frown.

Qiu Rangong: "..."

He forcibly suppressed his anger and smiled kindly. "There are countless difficult matters in this world. Since you cultivate immortality, how can you fear trouble? Go quickly. Once it is done, I certainly will not treat you poorly."

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head. "It's really too troublesome. Shan Tiange is stronger than me, and he has people protecting him. I don't want to throw my life away."

"If you don't try, how do you know it will mean throwing your life away?"

"Heh, easy for you to say. You're not the one dying."

"Alas, if the Sword Saint were here, he would certainly go. No matter what dragon's pool or tiger's den lay ahead, the Sword Saint would never be afraid."

"Then wait for the Sword Saint to come save you."

Yi Xiaofeng spoke with utter conviction.

Damn it!

Was this old man trying to get something for nothing?

Did he know nothing about how the world worked?

Did he have no life experience at all?

Qiu Rangong gritted his teeth and flipped over his right hand. A treasured sword appeared in his grasp.

"This is the Red Cloud Sword, a true magical artifact. You can use it even after reaching the Golden Core Realm. Is that sincere enough? I will give it to you. Go find the key," Qiu Rangong said seriously.

His heart ached terribly.

Yi Xiaofeng accepted the magical artifact and asked curiously, "Since it's a magical artifact, isn't it a divine weapon or sharp artifact? Why don't you use it to cut your chains directly?"

Qiu Rangong sighed. "My acupoints have been sealed, so I cannot mobilize spiritual power. Otherwise, I would have acted long ago. As for you, your spiritual power is too weak. Truly weak. Even the outer sect of my Heaven Sword Saint Sect has no disciples as weak as you."

"You can say whatever you want, but don't insult me!"

"Cough, cough. My mistake..."

Yi Xiaofeng glared at Qiu Rangong, then inspected the Red Cloud Sword.

Drawing the Red Cloud Sword from its sheath, he found it to be one meter long and three fingers wide. It was neither particularly long nor broad, but it emitted a faint red glow in the dim room.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

A magical artifact truly was a magical artifact. It looked extraordinary at a glance.

Yi Xiaofeng asked, "Doesn't a magical artifact need to acknowledge an owner before spiritual power can be poured into it and used?"

Qiu Rangong frowned in disdain. "Don't tell me you're a novice cultivator?"

The viewers burst into laughter:

"He's been found out!"

"Yi Xiaofeng: Damn, Laozi got careless."

"Please calculate Qiu Rangong's psychological trauma area. I'm laughing myself to death."

"Hahahaha, everyone, flood the screen with hahahas!"

"I think he wants to take it back."

"I'm dying. With your level, you can still be some peerless genius and befriend the Sword Saint?"

Hearing that, Yi Xiaofeng snorted coldly. "Of course not. I was worried you had not erased your owner-recognition mark. My cultivation is inferior to yours, so how could I make it acknowledge me as its owner?"

After all, he had learned some common knowledge about owner recognition from Wei Qixin and could patch things up on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Rangong's concerns lessened considerably.

He probably was not a fraud.

"Don't worry. I have already erased my owner-recognition mark," Qiu Rangong said.

Yi Xiaofeng nodded and immediately climbed out the window.

Qiu Rangong was stunned.

Leaving so quickly?

Could he really be a fraud?

After leaving, Yi Xiaofeng quickly headed out of the Shan Residence.

As for finding the key, there was no rush for now!

He needed to strengthen himself first!

Relying on the spiritual power of the Qi Refining Realm Fifth Layer and the footwork of Matchstick Swordplay, Yi Xiaofeng easily left the Shan Residence.

He ran at full speed for more than ten minutes before stopping and finding a house to hide in.

Most of the commoners had already disappeared, leaving abandoned houses everywhere.

After confirming there was no one inside, Yi Xiaofeng shut the door tightly, took out the Red Cloud Sword, and began dripping blood to make it acknowledge him as its owner.

The process was very cumbersome. He also needed to use spiritual power to activate his Essence Blood. After succeeding, he had to maintain it for a while so the magical artifact could establish a close connection with him.

It took Yi Xiaofeng roughly three hours to succeed.

He poured spiritual power into the Red Cloud Sword.

With a whoosh!

Scarlet flames ignited along the blade of the Red Cloud Sword, illuminating the dim room.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.

Wow!

So cool!

The viewers were also dazzled:

"Could this be the legendary magical artifact?"

"Damn, he's widened the gap with the other players again."

"So handsome! I want one too! I'm ordering one online tonight!"

"Yi Xiaofeng has really become a cultivator. The other players are still only at the level of beginners in the martial world."

"If the other players saw this, they would definitely think he was some master."

Yi Xiaofeng cut off the flow of spiritual power. Though the Red Cloud Sword looked extremely cool when activated, it also consumed quite a lot of spiritual power.

Then, in order to adapt to the Red Cloud Sword, Yi Xiaofeng began practicing his swordsmanship and executing Matchstick Swordplay.

The blade produced bursts of air-rending whistles that echoed through the room.

Before long, Yi Xiaofeng stopped.

He was afraid the noise would be too loud and alert the enemy.

He changed locations, then took out his remaining Pure Yang Pill and began consuming it.

It was not until dawn, close to ten in the morning, that Yi Xiaofeng finished refining the Pure Yang Pill.

His spiritual power became abundant again, even stronger than before.

Feeling refreshed, he pushed open the door and went out once more.

This was already the fourth day.

There were three days left until the End of Script. He had to make the most of his time.

Yi Xiaofeng would not enter the Black Hole until the final day. Before then, he could try to complete some Side Quests or weaken Zhuo Ye Fortress's forces.

Half an hour later.

Boom!

An explosion rang throughout Zhuo Ye Fortress like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Yi Xiaofeng turned to look. Under the overcast sky, he could not see any smoke and had no idea what had happened.

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Xiaofeng still headed toward the sound.

Meanwhile.

On a street several hundred meters away, more than a hundred Patrol Disciples had surrounded a woman.

She was beautiful and cold-faced, holding a long sword that resembled ice crystal. She wore a green dress, and fierce winds swirled around her, giving her an otherworldly aura.

The nearby streets were littered with scorched pits of varying sizes, with wisps of black smoke still rising from them.

Qiao Tiequan, the leader of the Patrol Team, glared at the woman in green and demanded, "What does your Su Xin Palace mean by this? Could it be that our old Fortress Lord was harmed by your Su Xin Palace?"

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