Young Peak Master of Rare Beast Peak, Fourth Level of Divine Blade Cave

Time flowed by.

Ten days later.

The youth walked into Divine Blade Cave.

The cold gleam within the cave reflected in his eyes, a sharp intent flashing for an instant.

But the harmless smile on the youth's face almost made one think that edge just now had been an illusion.

"Yo, Disciple Li's here."

"Junior Brother Murong was asking about you this morning."

"Tsk, tsk. You temper your body every day, Junior Brother Li. You must have a special physique, just like Junior Brother Murong."

Over these days, the disciples of Divine Weapon Peak had all gotten somewhat familiar with Li Mo.

It was only because this Disciple Li had no airs, treating everyone equally with a warmth like a spring breeze.

Last time, someone had been injured. If Disciple Li had not taken out wound medicine in time, that inner disciple's hand would probably have been ruined.

And so, in just ten short days...

To outsiders, it would seem as if Li Mo were the true disciple of Divine Weapon Peak.

After greeting everyone, Li Mo passed through the long corridor and walked into the second level of Divine Blade Cave.

He had not activated the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body, yet he felt no discomfort at all.

[Name: Li Mo]

[Age: 16]

[Innate Talent: Profound Gate Immortal Physique.]

[Realm: Blood-Qi Realm, Eight Meridians.]

[Destiny: ??]

[Evaluation: Bears an immortal physique, fate in chaos, future unknowable.]

[Recent Encounters: In Divine Blade Cave, he tempered his body to the peak of mortal weapons. One step further, and he will reach the level of a sharp weapon.]

"If my fleshly body can become as tough as a sharp weapon, I can go down to the fourth level and take a look."

"If it really won't work, then I'll use martial comprehension to bring my understanding of the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body to perfection."

In ten days, he had accumulated seventy-six years of martial comprehension.

Forget perfection—even if he invested it all into the Extreme Weapon Slaughter Body, it was possible he could push it to the transformative realm.

However, there was no need for the time being.

External tempering emphasized the word "tempering." If one wanted to make progress, one had to polish oneself day by day, month by month. Otherwise, no matter how strong the theory was, it was still only theory.

It was unlike sword arts, where every bit of progress meant another measure of power.

He stepped into the third level.

Li Mo walked to the end, swallowed another Clear Heart Pill, and only then sat down cross-legged.

At the entrance of Divine Blade Cave.

"Name."

Sensing someone approaching, that inner sect steward spoke without even raising his head.

"Yin Huacheng."

The newcomer stated his name indifferently.

That inner sect steward's heart jolted, and he hurriedly rose.

Standing before him was a young man in his twenties, thin in build, seeming almost unable to hold up the white robe patterned with cloud motifs.

His features were quite handsome, but his pallor was somewhat sickly. The black mole between his brows made his bearing seem much gloomier.

Of course, what could make an inner sect steward adopt such an attitude was not Yin Huacheng's status as a true disciple.

The current peak master of Rare Beast Peak was also surnamed Yin.

"So it is True Disciple Yin. I have not seen you for a long time. Is Peak Master Yin well?"

"Heh. Thank you for your concern."

Yin Huacheng spoke indifferently, lacking even the interest to show this inner sect steward a little more regard.

Yet after taking his waist token, the steward still quickly began recording.

"May I ask, True Disciple Yin, your purpose in entering Divine Blade Cave is..."

"To temper my body and retrieve a weapon."

[Yin Huacheng, true disciple of Rare Beast Peak.]

[Enter Divine Blade Cave, temper the body, take a weapon.]

After the registration.

Yin Huacheng withdrew his waist token and stepped into Divine Blade Cave.

"Disciple Yin? Hasn't he not come here in ages?"

"He must have only just emerged from seclusion recently. Do you think his Internal Breath has already taken shape, and he's stepped into the Divine Observation Realm?"

"Hiss... hard to say."

"If Disciple Yin wants to temper his body, he should be going to the third floor too."

"Haha, then won't he run right into Disciple Li?"

The people on the first floor of Divine Blade Cave could not help starting to discuss in low voices.

But before they had said more than a few words, the voices of discussion stopped.

Because not far away, Yin Huacheng had already turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Divine Weapon Peak disciples present.

For some reason.

When his eyes landed on them, everyone felt as if they had been fixed on by a ferocious beast.

Yin Huacheng narrowed his eyes and said:

"When did another Disciple Li appear in the sect?"

"Uh, he entered our Clear Abyss Sect in this year's Entrance Ceremony."

Someone answered.

The next moment, his hair stood on end.

Yin Huacheng's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, abruptly appearing right in front of him, while the eyes staring at him seemed... to have turned into vertical pupils?

"A disciple who has just entered the sect is going to the third floor of Divine Blade Cave. Are you perhaps making sport of me?"

"No... how would I dare..."

The inner sect disciple swallowed. "Everyone knows. Disciple Li comes here like this every day. On the first day, he even scared Elder Han He into going down to look for him, but in the end he was perfectly fine."

The people all around nodded repeatedly.

Yin Huacheng was half-believing, half-doubting, anger flashing through his eyes.

After standing in place for a few seconds, he finally gave a cold snort, turned, and left.

Only then did everyone feel that oppressive, stuffy pressure in their chests disappear, and they all let out a breath of relief.

Only after his back had vanished completely did someone spit softly.

"This Disciple Yin, has dealing with those beasts on Rare Beast Peak made something go wrong in his head?"

"Don't run your mouth. If he's reached the Divine Observation Realm, he might be able to hear you."

"Disciple Li is still better. He even treats us to drinks."

"Hmph... isn't that the truth."

Walking on the second floor of Divine Blade Cave.

Yin Huacheng was indeed in an extremely foul mood.

For the sake of this physique, he had paid a price ordinary people could hardly imagine, and only in the end had he been able to enter the third floor to temper his body.

Yet now someone had suddenly said that a newly entered disciple could do it too. On what grounds?

Did that not mean all his sacrifices had become a joke?

"It's one thing for Murong Xiao to have half-demon blood."

"But where did that Disciple Li come from?"

"Could it be that he also carries some kind of demon blood?"

Step—

Yin Huacheng stepped into the third floor.

The flesh and skin on his body suddenly began to writhe in irregular waves. His thin, gaunt figure swelled rapidly as if it had been inflated.

Fine, dense feathers emerged across the surface of his skin, and his arms also instantly grew long and slender.

He had become stronger.

But all over his body, there were faint beastlike traits, making him look indescribably eerie.

"My Hundred Beast Blood Refinement is only a few forms short!"

"When the time comes, it will absolutely be a true ultimate art, heh heh heh..."

Feeling that endless power, Yin Huacheng let out two low laughs and strode forward.

The sharp intent struck his body, but was completely blocked by those iron-cast-like feathers.

Ten minutes later.

Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop.

Not far ahead, a young man sat cross-legged.

Around him hovered dozens, perhaps nearly a hundred, weapons of all kinds—and every last one was a famed weapon!

This was probably already half of all the famed weapons on the third level of Divine Blade Cave.

Yin Huacheng's eyes instantly flooded with blood as he widened those vertical pupils.

"Hm?"

Sensing the tremor in the ground, Li Mo opened his eyes and looked back.

Good grief—if he had not looked back, he would never have known; the moment he did, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

What the hell was that thing?

It probably was not human, right?

"No one said there were monsters in Divine Blade Cave..."

"Mm, anyway, my fleshly body is already comparable to a sharp weapon. I can try going to the fourth level."

Li Mo hesitated for only three and one-third seconds before standing up.

While that monster still had not reacted, he patted the dust from his backside, did not even glance at the famed weapons circling him, and lifted his foot to walk into the fourth level.

And with his departure, those famed weapons all returned one after another to their original positions, the Jing and Wei rivers divided as clearly as black and white.

Crack...

In Yin Huacheng's heart, something seemed to shatter.

It was his fragile Dao heart.

He had racked his brains trying to obtain a famed weapon, yet the other man could not even be bothered to look at them.

For the sake of body tempering, he had carried out hundreds upon thousands of experiments, even going so far as to turn himself into a monster, yet to this day he still did not dare approach the fourth level of Divine Blade Cave.

The other man had only just entered the sect, yet his starting point was already the end point Yin Huacheng yearned for but could not reach.

Yin Huacheng, the peak master's son, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, instantly felt his state of mind begin to collapse.

"Why, why didn't they choose me!"

"What right does he have?!"

The flesh on his body began writhing again, faintly showing signs of going out of control.

Yin Huacheng smashed and wrecked things madly, venting the resentment in his heart.

But the ones here were all famed weapons.

"Famed weapons have spirits" was no mere empty saying.