Secret Record of Sword Artifacts

Ling Qing was sitting quietly in his room when, before long, the young Daoist attendant brought him some food.

The attendant watched Ling Qing eat it, then cleaned everything up before leaving.

Just as he turned out of the courtyard gate, he saw Hua Qingfeng standing not far away.

"Patriarch!" The young attendant hurriedly bowed.

"Did he eat it all?" Hua Qingfeng asked.

"Yes, this disciple watched him eat it."

"Good. You may go." Hua Qingfeng waved his hand, and the attendant hastily left.

Hua Qingfeng looked at the courtyard wall and smiled. "He does have spiritual roots.

"If I use him to refine a sword, I should be able to forge that treasured blade.

"Then, vast as the world is, I may go wherever I please."

With that, he rummaged through his sleeve for a moment, then flung something onto the ground.

Muttering an incantation, he pointed and said, "Taishang Laojun, haste as the law decrees.

"Edict!"

At once, a gust of black wind swept through, and countless venomous snakes and giant pythons appeared, their forked tongues flicking as they slithered into the courtyard.

"Though this Daoist has some cultivation, he has first been drugged, and second, this magic treasure of mine has been painstakingly refined. Taking him should be as easy as reaching out a hand."

Hua Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, waiting with a smile.

Inside the room, Ling Qing had long since seen through Hua Qingfeng's true colors.

He had remained here precisely to make him strike first. The moment he saw the meal delivered by the young attendant, he knew it was poisoned.

Since there was no reason to waste food, he ate it anyway.

Though he had long since become immune to all poisons, he still discreetly used the Ten Thousand