Firelight flickered inside the tent.
Chen Yanzhao seemed to sink into his memories as he recounted what he knew of Liu Qingcang's deeds.
Chen Mu was momentarily stunned.
He had never imagined his master had such a tangled past.
As it turned out, their founding master, Liu Yunji, really had passed down a Dragon-Slayer Saber.
Chen Yanzhao revealed that the founding master had come from a distinguished family in Jiangnan and had traveled the world in his youth.
That Dragon-Slayer Saber had also been forged from rare spiritual materials. It was a supreme-grade Profound Weapon with extraordinary properties.
Later, it had been passed down alongside the Fist Manual, becoming an heirloom of the Azure Dragon Lineage.
Years passed, until it came into Liu Qingcang's hands.
He had been in his prime then, brimming with spirit, and had taken the saber out to roam the world.
By then, he had perfected all nine cycles of blood exchange.
All that remained before entering the elixir realm was to comprehend the intent between life and death, condensing his nine-cycle true blood into a single point to form a martial dao golden core.
Seeking that breakthrough, he had traveled the martial world with his saber, challenging powerful opponents everywhere.
In the end, he had suffered a crushing defeat at the Pingyin River. He had torn off a dragon scale and fled, falling into the river and drifting downstream.
Fortunately, someone had happened upon him and saved him, sparing him the fate of becoming a floating corpse.
At this point, Chen Yanzhao's expression visibly dimmed. He shook his head and sighed.
"What a pity. Had it not been for that fateful encounter, Brother Liu would never have fallen so far."
Hearing this, Chen Mu knew nothing good could have followed.
He did not press him,