"Master, I plan to go out for training."
Inside the Sect Leader Hall, Han Feng stood straight, his words solemn.
"Mm, young people going out more for training is a good thing!"
Wang Juechu stroked his beard, nodding instinctively.
He recalled how Han Feng had previously followed Li Feiyu to wipe out mountain bandits near the Seven Profound Sect, simply assuming it was routine martial arts wandering.
However, after finishing his sentence, he sensed a trace of something amiss.
His own disciple had never come to inform him so formally during past outings.
"This time... are you going far away?" Wang Juechu's movement paused for a moment.
"Mm!"
Han Feng nodded heavily.
Going out this time probably meant not just roaming around within the borders of Jingzhou.
The duration of the training would definitely be longer than any previous time as well.
Moreover, he would be going entirely alone.
"Xiao Feng..."
Wang Juechu initially wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but at the thought of Han Feng's composure, which far exceeded that of his peers, the words stopped at his lips and he swallowed them back down.
He knew clearly that once his disciple made a decision, it was not something others could easily shake.
"Master knows your martial arts are not ordinary; looking across the pugilistic world, you can be considered top-tier.
However, you are still too young after all, and the hearts of people in the pugilistic world are sinister and full of craft and deceit..."
Wang Juechu's exhortations were filled with an elder's care.
"You... must be careful in all things."
"Disciple understands."
Looking at Han Feng's face, which appeared youthful yet unusually resolute, Wang Juechu experienced a tumult of emotions in his heart that ultimately transformed into a sigh.
He stood up, turned, and walked toward the rear of the main hall.
"Wait a moment."
A short while later, Wang Juechu walked out from a secret chamber, holding an ancient-looking long sword in his hands.
"This Seven Profound Sword was passed down by the Founding Ancestor back then. It is said to cut through iron like mud and remain impervious to water and fire. Take it with you to protect yourself on your trip out this time."
The sword's scabbard was crafted from unknown wood, unadorned and even somewhat aged.
Han Feng reached out and received it.
Clang!
He slowly unsheathed the long sword, and a cold, piercing gleam instantly illuminated the entire main hall.
The sword body was slender, thin as a cicada's wing, yet it radiated an invincible sharpness.
On the blade, a flowing light shimmered faintly.
Merely grasping the sword hilt allowed Han Feng to feel a strange, icy-cold aura spreading up along his arm.
What a good sword!
Returning to his independent courtyard in the Inner Sect core area, Han Feng immediately closed the door tightly.
He laid the Seven Profound Sword flat on the table, took two steps back, and sank his mind into his dantian.
A tiny wisp of Magic Power slowly mobilized according to the method of the Control Object Technique.
He pointed a distant finger at the long sword on the table.
Hum...
The Seven Profound Sword emitted a slight vibration, and the air around the blade seemed to distort.
The next moment, it actually rose slowly and suspended itself from the tabletop!
It worked!
Joy welled up in Han Feng's heart, and his Magic Power continued to drive it.
Under the control of his mind, the Seven Profound Sword shuttled flexibly through the room.
At times transforming into a straight flash of lightning, at times spiraling and dancing, it obeyed his will like an arm and experienced no obstruction.
When it flew to a corner of the wall, the tip of the sword gave a light slash.
Screech!
The hard bluestone wall was silently sliced open with a deep gash, the cut smooth as a mirror.
This was definitely not a mortal weapon!
This was a true magic weapon!
Although he did not know its grade, for the current Han Feng, this was no different from a supreme treasure dropped from the heavens.
With this flying sword magic weapon, if he truly encountered Immortal cultivators in the future and happened to fight someone, at least he would not be forced to rely solely on fists, feet, and Blade Aura to struggle desperately.
A huge question subsequently surfaced in Han Feng's mind.
The Founding Ancestor of the Seven Profound Sect, the founder of a secular martial arts sect, how could he possess a magic weapon that only Immortal cultivators could use?
Unless...
That so-called Founding Ancestor was not any kind of martial artist at all!
He was also an Immortal cultivator!
Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be restrained.
If Master Ancestor was an Immortal cultivator, then... might he have left behind some genuine Immortal cultivation techniques?
Han Feng's heartbeat accelerated abruptly.
Without the slightest further delay, he put the Seven Profound Sword back into its scabbard, turned, rushed out of the courtyard, and hurried back to the Sect Leader Hall once more.
"Xiao Feng? Why have you come back again? Could it be you forgot something?"
Wang Juechu felt somewhat surprised upon seeing the disciple who had gone and returned.
"Master."
Han Feng did not beat around the bush; he decided to get straight to the point.
"Your disciple has recently been browsing through sect classics and is extremely curious about the deeds of the Founding Ancestor. I wonder... did Master Ancestor leave behind any rather special techniques back then?"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Wang Juechu not only lacked suspicion, but instead revealed a trace of understanding satisfaction.
"How did you come to know of this matter? Could it be that you actually managed to discern a clue from some pile of old paper?"
There's hope!
Han Feng's heart jolted, yet his face remained calm, merely putting on an expression of curiosity and thirst for knowledge.
"Hehe, very well."
Wang Juechu smiled and waved his hand, filled with gratification.
"Master is very glad that you can calm your heart to study the history of the sect. These things were originally meant to be passed on to the next Sect Master."
"If you want to see them, Master will get them for you right now!"
Wang Juechu's face was full of appreciation and trust toward his beloved disciple.
"Anyway, in another ten or eight years, everything Master has will ultimately end up in your hands!"
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