The Jade Sword's Aura Penetrates the Heavens, The Dragon Veins Flood and Surge

The sound of the wind was filled with the lingering scent of blood.

"You've seen enough, haven't you? Don't you dare move, or I'll turn you into a stone statue."

Ling Ran also felt his body stiffen.

"Brother, are you awake? Wait..."

Ling Ran quickly combined the two hands he was holding, and a clear "ding" sound rang out.

He stood up and casually put the "Dragon Seal Tome" into his storage ring.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious room of a high-end hotel, Ling Ran was lying in bed.

A faint scent of blood lingered in the air, mixed with a strange, indescribable aroma.

Xiao Jian's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of strength.

What reflected in his eyes was the blooming Heavenly Flower, which was unfamiliar yet beautiful.

"Xiao Jian! You're awake! You're finally awake!"

A woman's voice, full of joy and excitement, rose from the bedside, filled with relief.

Mu Er Long had been guarding the bedside. Seeing Xiao Jian wake up, he quickly leaned over and held his cold hand.

"It's really great."

The door was pushed open violently, and Ling Ran's figure rushed in, his footsteps echoing.

Looking at Mu Er Long's somewhat haggard face, his eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Xiao Jian's expression. His heart felt like it had been fiercely squeezed. A surge of uncontrollable emotion welled up.

However, he thought for a moment. Xiao Jian... he could be considered lucky.

As soon as this thought surfaced, Ling Ran felt a sense of relief, and his heart was filled with warmth and comfort.

"Wuwu... Brother... Woo..."

Xiao Jian's voice was hoarse, as if he had been choked by something, and every word was uttered with difficulty.

Mu Er Long quickly got up, wanting to help him up.

"Brother Er Long, I'm weak! You have little strength."

Ling Ran stepped forward and unceremoniously pushed Mu Er Long aside.

"Big Brother, no, it's still me!"

Mu Er Long stubbornly pushed him away, wanting to help himself.

Under the joint efforts of the two, Xiao Jian's body was slowly lifted out of bed.

Just as he was being helped up, a wave of sharp, soul-piercing pain surged through him.

It was a bone-chilling pain that felt like the most fragile part of his body was being torn apart.

His body instantly stiffened, and sweat soaked through his back. The entire person looked like a stone statue, not daring to move any further.

"Xiao Jian, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Mu Er Long keenly noticed his expression and asked with concern.

This question was like a sudden gust of wind.

Xiao Jian's body trembled, and in an instant, he recalled the scene from last night.

Three young men wearing ghost masks, their eyes filled with indifference, and one of them... that young man raising his leg, his foot landing heavily on...

Bang!

Xiao Jian's entire body went limp, like a cushion under a hard table, as if trying to prove something, but the pain in his heart had long since overshadowed that.

Awake.

He was finally awake.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him, surging from the bottom of his heart.

"Get out!"

He roared with all his might, letting out a roar.

"All of you, get out!"

"Xiao Jian..."

Mu Er Long was shocked and stumbled back a step, somewhat at a loss and not knowing what to do.

"Go away, Brother Er Long."

Ling Ran pulled him back, his mouth slightly pursed.

"Let Xiao Jian calm down by himself first."

Mu Er Long half-pushed, half-pulled Ling Ran out of the room. The door was then closed.

Outside, Mu Erlong was also furious. Leaning on the sturdy shoulders of Chang Sanyuan, tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's actually a poison! What kind of poison is this! Don't let me find him, otherwise I will definitely make him unable to live, unable to die! I will never forgive him!"

Her voice was filled with hatred and resentment.

Regarding this matter, Mu Ning was also a little surprised. It was indeed his best friend, Xiao Jian, who had provoked him.

He patted Mu Erlong on the back to comfort her, but a playful smile appeared on his face.

In the room, Xiao Jian lay on the bed, panting. He was thinking about something.

That young man, one of them, his figure kept appearing in his mind, unable to disappear.

He felt that the person was very eye-catching, especially those deep, clear eyes, and that kind of cold and arrogant expression, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But he couldn't remember where. For a moment, he couldn't recall anything.

"No matter who you are..."

Xiao Jian gritted his teeth.

"I, Xiao Jian, will definitely make you pay the price!"

"Hmph..."

The sound of Chu Yin echoed. The black-clothed man on the ground took a deep breath, and his back muscles tensed.

"..."

At the same time, in the study of the Mu family's mansion.

Mu Ning sat opposite the desk, holding the last book in his hand, and emitted a "hum" sound.

Long sighed comfortably, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

It took nearly half a month's time for Mu Ning to completely uncover all the secrets of that "monster".

"Hmph, who do you think you are? You are just a little thief!"

The core of the Sword Spirit was extremely complex, only the core and the Sword Ancestor could come into contact with the cultivation method.

The Sword Spirit fusion method's recipe, and its core effect analysis.

The formation of the Sword Spirit fusion technique was related to the cultivation method.

It also included the Sword Spirit lineage's thousands of years of accumulation, collecting and sorting the Sword Spirit fragments, and even including some already lost or incomplete fragments.

What was even more astonishing was that the pages were filled with the cultivation methods of the Sword Spirit lineage, as well as his analysis of the Sword Spirit's strengths and weaknesses.

"Hmph, these things, I'm afraid they are not as good as that greedy wolf, who stole the Sword Spirit's forbidden land and brought out the materials!"

Mu Ning's lips curled into a sneer, and his heart was filled with disdain.

If he had known that he would build it himself, he would have directly used his eyes to see the other party's face and then let the other party beg for mercy, unable to live or die.

"Hmph, even if it was Gou Li and Tan Yuan, if they dared to do such a thing, I would not even look at them."

That is to say, compared to his own life, he joined the Sword Spirit lineage's "Immortal Ning" organization.

Whether it was in the upper three realms or the lower three realms, in any realm, she would do anything to survive, and she would rather break her bones and stand up!

Putting away these thoughts, Mu Ning's attention once again focused on the forbidden technique of the Sword Spirit lineage.

He flipped through it absentmindedly, looking at every word carefully.

The cultivation method of the Battle Soul Palace, originally it was...

It was to pass through the spiritual power source and the Sword Spirit to guide the energy of heaven and earth into the peak, and lead it to transformation, forging the Sword Soul power.

During this process, not only could the soul power be improved, but at the same time, it would also strengthen the spirit, preparing for the future control of the soul technique, and the fusion of the spirit body and the sword bone.