A Magical Artifact Bestowed Before Departure! Soul Annihilation Secret Art!

"Master, I plan to go out and train."

Inside the Sect Leader Hall, Han Feng stood straight, his words solemn.

"Mm, it's good for a young man to get out and gain experience!"

Wang Juechu stroked his beard, nodding instinctively.

He recalled how Han Feng had previously followed Li Feiyu to clear out mountain bandits near the Seven Profound Sect, assuming it was just ordinary wandering the jianghu.

But after speaking, he sensed something off.

This disciple of his had never come to inform him so formally about training before.

"This time... are you going far?" Wang Juechu's motion paused.

"Mm!"

Han Feng nodded heavily.

This trip might not stay within Jingzhou's borders.

The training duration would definitely be longer than any before.

And he would be going alone.

"Xiao Feng..."

Wang Juechu wanted to dissuade him, but thinking of Han Feng's composure far beyond his years, the words died in his throat.

He knew that once his disciple made a decision, it wasn't easily swayed by others.

"Your master knows your Martial Skill is formidable, top-notch in the jianghu by any measure.

But you're still young in Age, and the jianghu is full of treacherous hearts and endless schemes..."

Wang Juechu's warnings were filled with an elder's concern.

"You... must be careful in everything."

"Disciple understands."

Looking at Han Feng's face—youthful yet resolute—Wang Juechu's heart churned with mixed emotions, finally dissolving into a sigh.

He stood up and turned toward the back of the hall.

"Wait a moment."

After a short while, Wang Juechu emerged from a secret chamber, holding an ancient longsword.

"This Seven Profound Sword was passed down by the Founding Ancestor. They say it can cut through iron like mud and resist water and fire. Take it with you for protection on this trip."

The scabbard was made of some unknown wood, plain and unadorned, even a bit worn.

Han Feng reached out and took it.

Clang!

He slowly drew the blade, and a cold, clear light instantly illuminated the entire hall.

The sword was long and slender, thin as a cicada's wing, yet radiating an unstoppable sharpness.

Faint streams of light flickered along the edge.

Just holding the hilt, Han Feng felt a strange, icy chill spreading up his arm.

A fine sword!

Back at his private courtyard in the core Inner Sect area, Han Feng immediately shut the door tight.

He laid the Seven Profound Sword flat on the table, stepped back two paces, and sank his mind into his dantian.

A thread of faint Magic Power was slowly channeled according to the Control Object Technique.

He pointed a finger at the sword on the table from a distance.

Hum...

The Seven Profound Sword let out a faint, trembling hum, and the air around it seemed to warp.

The next moment, it actually began to slowly rise from the table!

It worked!

Joy surged in Han Feng's heart as he pushed more Magic Power.

Under his mental command, the Seven Profound Sword darted nimbly through the room.

Sometimes it turned into a straight bolt of lightning, sometimes it spiraled and danced, moving like an extension of his arm without any hesitation.

When it reached a corner, the tip lightly grazed the wall.

Rip!

The hard blue stone wall was silently sliced open into a deep gash, the cut smooth as a mirror.

This was no mortal weapon!

This was a true magical artifact!

Although he didn't know its grade, to Han Feng at this moment, it was nothing short of a treasure fallen from the heavens.

With this Flying Sword artifact, if he ever truly encountered a cultivator and had to fight for his life, at least he wouldn't have to rely solely on his fists and Blade Aura.

A massive question then surfaced in Han Feng's mind.

The Founding Ancestor of the Seven Profound Sect—a mere mortal martial arts sect's founder—how could he possess an artifact that only a cultivator could use?

Unless...

That so-called Founding Ancestor was never a martial artist at all!

He was a cultivator too!

Once this thought emerged, it could no longer be suppressed.

If the Founding Ancestor was a cultivator, then... was it possible he had left behind a true Cultivation Technique?

Han Feng's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

He wasted no more time, sheathed the Seven Profound Sword, turned, and rushed out of the courtyard, heading back to the Sect Leader Hall.

"Xiao Feng? Why are you back? Did you forget something?"

Wang Juechu was surprised to see his disciple return.

"Master."

Han Feng didn't beat around the bush; he decided to get straight to the point.

"Your disciple has been reading through the sect's records lately and grew curious about the Founding Ancestor's deeds. I was wondering... did the Founding Ancestor leave behind any special Cultivation Techniques?"

"Oh?"

Wang Juechu showed no suspicion at this; instead, a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"How did you find out about this? Could it be that you really spotted some clue in those old archives?"

There's something!

Han Feng's heart jolted, but his face remained calm as he put on an expression of curiosity.

"Heh, fine."

Wang Juechu waved his hand with a laugh, full of approval.

"I'm glad you've taken the time to study the sect's history. These things were always meant to be passed down to the next Sect Leader."

"If you want to see them, I'll get them for you right now!"

Wang Juechu's face was filled with admiration and trust for his beloved disciple.

"After all, in another ten or twenty years, everything I have will eventually end up in your hands!"