Snow-Drinking Saber, Fire Qilin Sword

Li Chenfeng saved Duan Lang just as he was about to fall into the river. Meanwhile, Nie Feng was also grabbed by Bu Jingyun and did not fall.

However, in trying to catch Duan Lang, his grip loosened involuntarily, and the Snow-Drinking Saber slipped from his hand, falling toward the Min River.

Just as the divine weapon was about to plunge into the river, another figure suddenly leaped out. He reached out and snatched the falling Snow-Drinking Saber, then drove the short sword in his hand into the rock wall as well. Borrowing that force, he shot into the air and landed on Buddha's Knee.

Li Chenfeng immediately relaxed when he saw this, because the one who had obtained the Snow-Drinking Saber was his Sword Servant.

With a forceful pull of his left hand, Li Chenfeng likewise soared into the air, bringing Duan Lang down onto the Giant Buddha's knee.

However, Li Chenfeng had no intention of lingering here. Lingyun Grotto was right beside them, and who knew whether the Fire Qilin might charge out again? He immediately called to the Sword Servant and used his lightness skill to rush toward Buddha Summit.

To the right atop the Leshan Giant Buddha stood an ancient temple called Great Buddha Temple. A hundred zhang to its left was a row of pavilions and towers known as Duan Family Manor.

Five dynasties ago, Duan Family Manor had been a renowned martial arts family, with wealth unmatched throughout the Leshan region.

Unfortunately, the Duan Clan had gradually declined since Duan Lang's great-grandfather's generation. By his grandfather's generation, they had vanished from the martial world altogether.

Duan Shuai had spent his entire life striving for the Duan Clan's revival, even earning himself the title of Southern Qilin Sword Chief...

But now Duan Shuai had been taken by the Fire Qilin, leaving behind only a son not yet ten years old. Any hope of revival had become nothing more than a dream.

After bringing Duan Lang to Buddha Summit, Li Chenfeng followed him to Duan Family Manor.

Duan Family Manor had only ever housed Duan Lang and his father. Now that Duan Shuai had vanished, eight-year-old Duan Lang had become its master.

Looking at the proud-faced Duan Lang, Li Chenfeng said, "I saved your life. How do you intend to repay that debt?"

Little Duan Lang froze. Li Chenfeng's words left his young mind unable to process things for a moment.

"What do you want?" Duan Lang replied blankly.

Li Chenfeng smiled faintly and took out the letter Duan Shuai had entrusted to his son. Smiling, he said, "I want your Duan Clan's Sun-Eroding Sword Art!"

"When did you—" Duan Lang was shocked and hurriedly reached into his robes. Sure enough, the letter his father had given him was gone.

"Give it back!"

Duan Lang panicked and reached out, intending to snatch the letter from Li Chenfeng's hand.

But that was clearly impossible.

Although Duan Lang had learned a few moves from his father, they were only enough to bully children. Against a martial artist at the Acquired Perfection Realm like Li Chenfeng, the gap was naturally immense.

"You are not qualified to take anything from my hands yet. If you hate me for it, then come to Sword Worship Villa once you are strong enough. So long as you defeat me, I will return your family's inherited Cultivation Method with both hands!"

Duan Lang's eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at the smiling Li Chenfeng, wishing he could pounce on him and tear him to pieces right then and there.

In the end, under Li Chenfeng's somewhat surprised gaze, he rolled his eyes back and collapsed unconscious.

"Duan Lang!"

Seeing Duan Lang faint, Nie Feng cried out and rushed over to catch him.

Li Chenfeng paid no attention to the unconscious Duan Lang. When he saw Nie Feng appear, he smiled again and said, "Nie Feng, you are the same as Duan Lang. If you have the strength, come to Sword Worship Villa and reclaim your Nie Clan's Snow-Drinking Saber!"

"What?"

Nie Feng was stunned as well. He had not expected the young master of Sword Worship Villa to pull something like this!

Nie Feng was already at the Early Acquired Realm, but it was clearly impossible for him to take anything from Li Chenfeng.

Besides, Li Chenfeng had come for the Snow-Drinking Saber and the Fire Qilin Sword. Now that he had obtained the Snow-Drinking Saber, he naturally would not hand it over again.

Li Chenfeng had considered killing them while they had yet to grow stronger, but in the end, he abandoned that thought.

Having stolen someone else's belongings, then killing children like this... Li Chenfeng still found it difficult to accept. Even if Nie Feng came looking for him in the future, Li Chenfeng was not worried in the slightest.

Even if Nie Feng was originally the protagonist of this world, Li Chenfeng was confident that he could suppress them forever!

He glanced at Bu Jingyun, who had come with Nie Feng. Bu Jingyun still stood there coldly, but the look he gave Li Chenfeng had become even colder.

Thirteen-year-old Bu Jingyun had already reached the Peak Mid-Acquired Realm. With the Cloud-Purging Palm passed down by Xiong Ba, along with the few moves of Wuming's Nameless Sword Art he had already mastered, he should have been capable of fighting the Sword Servant.

But compared with Li Chenfeng, he was still lacking. Besides, Bu Jingyun had already suffered serious injuries when he forcibly received Duan Shuai's sword strike. It was now impossible for him to seize the Snow-Drinking Saber.

In the end, Nie Feng took the unconscious Duan Lang and left Duan Family Manor with Bu Jingyun.

Li Chenfeng figured that the two would still join the World Society in the end.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout that month, Li Chenfeng remained at Duan Family Manor. Since it no longer had an owner, it was just right for their group to use as a temporary base.

After a month, Li Chenfeng had more or less mastered the Sun-Eroding Sword Technique. However, to unleash this sword technique's greatest power, he would likely need to pair it with the Fire Qilin Sword.

"Looks like it's time to enter Lingyun Grotto."

After a month, Lingyun Grotto had long since returned to calm. The Fire Qilin had presumably gone back into the depths of the cave by now.

Arriving at Buddha Summit, Li Chenfeng looked at the surging Min River and said softly, "Lingyun Grotto, here I come!"

He leaped down, sliding along the Giant Buddha's body. After repeatedly tapping against the rock face, he arrived at the entrance of Lingyun Grotto.

The entrance was weathered and mottled, still bearing traces of the great battle.

Looking at the cave before him, its dark entrance exuded an oppressive air.

Lingyun Grotto's branching paths formed a web like a spider's. One careless step and a person could become lost inside. More terrifying still was the unpredictable Fire Qilin. If he encountered it, Li Chenfeng, as he was now, would not even have a chance to flee!

However, Li Chenfeng was not without a means of protecting himself.

If it truly came to that, he could directly enter the Myriad Worlds Gate. At worst, he could return to the Battle Through the Heavens World.

That was the confidence that gave him the courage to venture into Lingyun Grotto alone.

After steadying himself, he stepped inside.

The cave interior was dimly lit, but with Li Chenfeng's current cultivation, he could still vaguely make out his surroundings.

Seeing the faint scorch marks along the cave walls, Li Chenfeng was immediately overjoyed.

This was precisely why he had chosen this time to enter the cave. He only had to follow the path with the most traces on the ground, and he would not need to worry about losing his way!