Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. His life did not flash before them; instead, he saw the Geng Metal Sword Pellet, dull and lightless, its spirit broken.
Clang!
A layer of pale blue-white sword light rippled from the Geng Metal Sword Pellet, as though it had awakened from a long, silent slumber.
"This is bad! He's about to inherit the Sword Pellet's legacy. Don't let him!" Alarm surged through the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator's heart, and she immediately unleashed her strongest killing move.
The other four frowned and unleashed their killing moves together.
But before their attacks could strike Qin Feng, the Geng Metal Sword Pellet's sword light obliterated them.
Apparently, these were the rules of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's legacy grounds: a chosen Sword Cultivator could receive a legacy in peace.
How could Qin Feng fail to realize that this Geng Metal Sword Pellet had acknowledged him?
He knew it probably was not his willingness to sacrifice his life for his senior sister that had moved the Sword Pellet. Rather, his desperate desire for a sword with which to slaughter his enemies in his final moments had awakened its instincts.
"Senior Brother Li, your words enlightened me back then, and now you've saved me again. How can I ever thank you?"
Without hesitation, Qin Feng formed a sword seal and drew the Geng Metal Sword Pellet into his Purple Mansion, choosing the most efficient method of refining it.
This method was also the most dangerous. If his compatibility with the Sword Pellet was poor, a casual burst of sword light inside his fragile Purple Mansion would kill him on the spot.
But he no longer feared even death. Why would he fear a Sword Pellet that had acknowledged him?
During the refinement, he witnessed the past of the Geng