Saint Moon sat opposite the fat old man with a stony expression, saying nothing. Every so often, he grunted and rubbed his face, which still throbbed with piercing pain.
The fat old man always wore a cheerful smile, but seeing Saint Moon in such a sorry state sent him into fits of laughter.
"Keep laughing, and I'll never let you hear the end of it." The mockery in the fat old man's eyes was more than Saint Moon's fiery temper could bear.
"Then don't. It's not like you can beat me anyway." The fat old man chuckled.
"You... I'm not wasting my time on you." Saint Moon was about to erupt when he suddenly noticed someone else approaching and seized the chance to back down.
Two young men slowly approached the Treasure Pavilion. One was tall and reasonably handsome. The other's looks alone were enough to stun anyone.
His handsome face was so outrageously beautiful that, dressed in women's clothes, he would surely have been a peerless beauty.
The newcomers were Long Haochen and Han Yu.
The sight of Long Haochen made Saint Moon even angrier.
That whole affair had started with Long Haochen.
Saint Moon was utterly frustrated. Damn it, what kind of spell did this brat put on my Cai'er? She actually attacked Yang Wenzhao for this girly-looking kid.
He simply couldn't understand it.
"Greetings, seniors. I am Han Yu. On Holy Knight Commander Han Ci's orders, I have brought Long Haochen, an Earth Knight of our temple, to receive his reward." Han Yu led Long Haochen in a respectful bow.
"Your token," Saint Moon said coldly.
Han Yu respectfully handed over a token.
Saint Moon checked it and said, "Wait here. Long Haochen, come with me."
Meanwhile, inside the Knight Temple's Treasure Pavilion, Jiang Feng suddenly sensed someone approaching at high speed.
He looked back to see a man dressed in white, with an imposing bearing and long, sword-like brows.
It was Yang Haoyu.
"Master, what brings you here?" Jiang Feng asked delightedly.
"I heard someone nearly beat you to death, so I came to check on you. How embarrassing." Yang Haoyu snorted.
"Master, that old... Saint Moon is a ninth-tier powerhouse, after all. Do you really expect me to beat him as I am now?" Jiang Feng said helplessly.
"No, which is why I got even for you," Yang Haoyu said irritably.
That immediately piqued Jiang Feng's interest. He hurriedly asked, "Got even? How?"
"Nothing much. Considering his age, I only left him with a black eye and a swollen face. Though I was a little heavy-handed, so his face is probably still swollen," Yang Haoyu said casually.
Jiang Feng gave him a thumbs-up. "Master, you're badass."
Smack! Yang Haoyu slapped Jiang Feng on the head and snorted. "Is that any way to speak to your master?"
"Hehe, don't sweat the details, Master. Anyway, didn't I come here to collect my reward? Where is it? Why don't I see anything?" Jiang Feng asked with a grin.
"Haha, you little brat. Come on, I'll show you your reward." Yang Haoyu smiled faintly and led Jiang Feng over to a stone wall.
He reached out and gently pressed a spot on the wall, and a seam suddenly appeared in its previously smooth surface.
Then the stone wall rotated, revealing a doorway.
"Let's go," Yang Haoyu said.
Beyond the doorway, the cavern opened into an entirely different space, divided into numerous rooms.
Jiang Feng was led into a room bearing countless traces of age.
The room was small, containing only a stone table.
On the table lay a heavy sword, likewise covered in rust and marked by the passage of time.
"Master, you're not joking, are you? This sword looks like it's rusted."
Jiang Feng spoke freely around Yang Haoyu and voiced his doubts outright.
Although he suspected the sword was far more than it appeared, he couldn't be bothered to puzzle it out and simply asked.
"You think this is a piece of scrap metal?" Yang Haoyu slapped Jiang Feng on the head and said irritably, "Don't judge it by its appearance. Do you know where this sword came from?"
Jiang Feng shook his head. "No."
"This was the sword of the Bright King, the leader of humanity in ancient times. I found it in an ancient ruin back when I was still in a Demon Hunt Squad."
"But the Bright King lived ten thousand years ago," Yang Haoyu explained. "Now, this sword is only a piece of Spirit Demon Level Equipment."
Jiang Feng examined the sword and asked, "Master, do you know what level it used to be?"
"It's hard for me to say, too. But according to a smith, the inscriptions on the blade are extraordinarily intricate, rivaling those on some immortal level equipment." Yang Haoyu continued, "Although it's only spirit demon level now, don't underestimate it. This is a sword that can grow."
"It's a spirit weapon!" Jiang Feng was visibly moved.
"Yes. A spirit weapon is a weapon with spiritual awareness. As long as you pass its trial, it will acknowledge you as its master and become your bloodline weapon. It will advance as you grow. So, as long as you keep getting stronger, perhaps the immortal level won't be its limit," Yang Haoyu said.
Hearing that, Jiang Feng was immediately tempted. If the immortal level isn't its limit, could this sword become a divine artifact someday?
"Master, what's the sword's trial?" Jiang Feng hurriedly asked.
"The trial is very simple. You just have to lift it." Yang Haoyu smiled faintly.
"Lift it?"
"Yes. You can't use internal spiritual power, only your physical strength," Yang Haoyu added.
Jiang Feng could hardly believe it. It's that simple? He grabbed the sword on the table.
The sword was one and a half meters long, its blade long and broad, considerably larger than an ordinary knight greatsword. Its hilt alone was forty centimeters long. This was a rare two-handed sword.
Yet he couldn't lift it with one hand. It didn't even budge.
"Hmm?" Jiang Feng's eyes lit up. This time, he used both hands, his muscles bulging all over.
At last, the sword shifted slightly.
Yang Haoyu watched quietly from the side. He wasn't certain whether Jiang Feng could lift the sword, either. But if anyone among the younger generation could win its recognition, it had to be Jiang Feng.
Lifting this sword required at least three thousand points of external spiritual power, and among the younger generation of knights, not a single one besides Jiang Feng had even surpassed five hundred.
As Jiang Feng's master, he naturally knew that Jiang Feng possessed a terrifying amount of external spiritual power.
Although he was curious about what fortunate encounter Jiang Feng had experienced, Jiang Feng hadn't told him, so he couldn't be bothered to ask. In any case, he had examined Jiang Feng's body and found nothing abnormal.
Crack.
A faint sound rang out. As the blade shifted, a tiny crack appeared in the rust coating its surface.
Jiang Feng exerted more strength, bending his knees and driving through his calves. At last, he raised the blade from the hilt end.
As the blade slowly rose, the rust covering it began to flake away, revealing the blade hidden beneath.
Jiang Feng's expression grew solemn. The sword was far heavier than he had imagined.
But it wasn't beyond his ability to lift. With both hands, Jiang Feng raised the greatsword over his head.
Clang!
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