Hearing that Murong Brothers had cultivated the Seventh Spring Rain, Duan Yun was deeply impressed. After all, he had spent several days practicing just to reach the Threefold Spring Rain, and he had even less of a clue about the Fourth Spring Rain.
Fine, he reluctantly acknowledged this guy's reputation as a blade-path prodigy.
But he still had a question. "You're at the seventh level. How many levels has the strongest person in your Murong Family reached?"
Murong Brothers pondered. "Other than the ancestor who returned from the Twelve Divine Valleys, I am the one in the Murong Family who has cultivated the 'Twelvefold Spring Rain' the furthest. Naturally, the ancestor was the strongest. The family records state that when the ancestor dueled the Crazy Mountain Blade Emperor by the Fan River, he encountered the strongest opponent of his life.
"In that great battle, he drove the Twelvefold Spring Rain to the eleventh level before finally winning."
Duan Yun said, "So the strongest level ever shown to the world was the Eleventh Spring Rain? Your ancestor never used the Twelvefold Spring Rain either?"
Murong Brothers looked at him strangely. "The Twelvefold Spring Rain was never a blade art of the mortal world. The ancestor said that the ninth level alone was enough to startle gods and make ghosts weep."
He hesitated before saying, "Actually, I didn't tell you before. This is considered an old secret of my Murong Family. After the ancestor's duel with the Crazy Mountain Blade Emperor, he sealed away his blade. His later years were ill-omened."
"His later years were ill-omened?" Duan Yun asked doubtfully.
"Yes. In his old age, the ancestor seemed to become a different person. Red hair grew all over his body, and I do not know how he ultimately ended. The records in