The Spirit Artifact Flowing Cloud Sword

As they drew closer, the light grew brighter.

Lu Feng slowed his pace and crept closer to the cave wall.

The passage suddenly opened up ahead, revealing a huge cave with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

In the center of the cave is a high platform several meters square, shaped like an octagonal trigram, with dense array patterns carved on its surface.

Below the high platform, a figure sat in each of the eight directions.

Those people were completely wrapped in black robes, sitting cross-legged, facing the high platform, motionless.

They seemed completely unaware of the commotion caused by Lu Feng's appearance.

Lu Feng immediately took two steps back, concealing himself back into the secret passage.

"There's someone here!"

His first instinct was to sense the cultivation levels of these people, but all his acupoints were sealed, preventing him from releasing his True Essence.

He could only judge by sight. These people sat there without reacting even when he walked to the cave entrance, so their cultivation level must not be high.

He continued backing away until he was completely out of sight from the direction of the cave before stopping.

He then sat down cross-legged and began to try to heal his injuries.

After the acupoints were sealed, the stinging pain inside the body stopped, but the external injury had not fully healed.

Every few moments after recovering, Lu Feng would open his eyes and glance towards the cave entrance to make sure no one was following him.

Suddenly, he remembered Zhao Changgeng's storage bag.

I was in a hurry to Origin Recovery Pill, and then I was in a hurry to escape, so there were still many things in the bag that I didn't have time to look at carefully.

The Essence-Reversing Pill was found inside; perhaps there are also pills that can counteract the side effects.

He quickly took out his storage bag and searched through the medicine bottles one by one.

I searched through all sorts of pills and jars, Barrier-Breaking Pill, Force Comprehension Pill, Essence Augmenting Pill, and Origin Recovery Pill, but none of them could cure the aftereffects of the Essence-Reversing Pill.

He sighed, put the pills away, and then looked at the other items in the bag.

A sword, a strangely shaped stone, and 20,000 Low-Grade Origin Crystal.

Lu Feng took out the sword.

The sword is silver-white, with a light blue line running along its spine from the hilt to the tip.

A circular rune was embedded at the end of the sword hilt, engraved with a white crane. It was dark at the moment, as if it had not been activated.

Lu Feng gripped the sword hilt, examined it carefully for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

' Low-Grade Spirit Artifact!'

At Severed Cloud Pass, he saw Lu Shuang's Frost Sword and heard her talk about the difference between Spirit Artifact and Mortal Artifact.

Identifying Spirit Artifact is simple: weapons with runes on them are Spirit Artifact.

Most of these runes were crafted from the souls of demonic beasts, though some were made from human souls, but very few were made from human souls.

When infusing spiritual energy into a weapon, in addition to considering the material, the strength of the spiritual energy must also be taken into account.

A rune forming on a Low-Grade Spirit Artifact is usually found on the hilt of a sword.

The two runes formed on the blade were from Mid-Grade Spirit Artifact, one on the hilt and one on the blade.

The weapon with three runes is a high-grade Spirit Artifact, one on the hilt, one on the blade, and one on the scabbard.

Unlike Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact, which only have one rune, this rune completely covers the hilt, blade, and scabbard.

The sword before me has a rune on its hilt. It's Low-Grade Spirit Artifact.

Lu Feng felt a surge of unexpected joy.

Spirit Artifact! The thing he had longed for for so long had appeared in Zhao Changgeng's storage bag.

Spirit Artifact require a blood oath to be bound to a master; if they already have a master, they cannot be bound to another.

Even if the original owner's mark is forcibly erased, the Spirit Artifact will dissipate on its own unless the original owner has already died.

Zhao Changgeng is dead, and this sword is now ownerless.

Without hesitation, Lu Feng bit his fingertip, forcing out a drop of blood essence, which he then dripped onto the dark rune.

The moment the blood fell onto the surface of the rune, a flash of light appeared.

A beam of silvery-white light burst forth from the sword, illuminating the entire secret passage.

The sword flew into the air on its own, trembled slightly, and emitted a clear, melodious sword cry.

Lu Feng felt a faint connection forming between himself and the sword.

He reached out his hand, and with a thought, the sword flew into his palm and came to a steady stop.

So your name is Flowing Cloud Sword!

After establishing a connection with the sword, a vague message entered his consciousness.

Flowing Cloud Sword! Low-Grade Spirit Artifact, its blade is light and agile, which is advantageous for speed.

Lu Feng swung his sword twice, and the blade encountered almost no resistance.

"Not good!"

Just then, he caught a glimpse of the cave entrance out of the corner of his eye.

Several black figures emerged from the cave and rapidly approached him.

The white light that exploded when the Flowing Cloud Sword recognized its master had startled those people.

Lu Feng didn't have time to think. He put the storage bag into his pocket, gripped the Flowing Cloud Sword, and turned to face the cave entrance.

Several dark figures emerged from the cave, paused upon seeing him, and then, without a word, drew their swords and attacked him.

Every move is a killing blow, leaving no room for holding back.

Lu Feng wanted to explain, but the other party didn't even leave him a word before the blade was already in front of him.

Seeing this, Lu Feng no longer held back and swung his Flowing Cloud Sword horizontally.

"When!"

A crisp sound.

The moment the opponent's longsword clashed with the Flowing Cloud Sword, the blade broke in two.

The man froze for a moment, and Lu Feng's sword had already slashed across his neck.

Without resistance, the sword sliced into flesh, and the man fell to the ground with his eyes open, not even having time to utter a muffled groan.

Lu Feng glanced down at the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand.

There was no blood on the sword. He was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

As expected of Spirit Artifact, it is so sharp that it doesn't even have time to stain with blood.

[Ding! Successfully defeated the Nei Jin Half-Demon, gaining 5000 Demon Points;]

"Half-Demon?"

Lu Feng's gaze fell on the fallen corpse.

The system notification tone was very clear.

This person is Half-Demon.

He had considered what kind of conspiracy these people might be plotting by hiding here, but he never imagined they weren't human at all.

The other seven men in black robes paled upon seeing their companion killed with a single sword strike, and turned to flee deeper into the cave.

Now that Lu Feng knew the other party was Half-Demon, he no longer hesitated.

The passageway was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. In this environment, the advantages of the longsword were maximized.

Knife techniques require space to swing and cut, while swords only require a thrust, a retraction, and a slash.

Each sword strike precisely pierced the opponent's vital points, and each withdrawal of the sword resulted in not a drop of blood being drawn.

[Ding! Successfully defeated the Nei Jin Half-Demon, gaining 5000 Demon Points]

[Ding! Successfully Hua Jin Half-Demon at the Transformation Realm, gaining 50,000 Demon Points]

[Ding! Successfully defeated the Nei Jin Half-Demon, gaining 5000 Demon Points]

Within moments, all eight men in black robes collapsed to the ground.

One of them is Hua Jin), and the other seven are Nei Jin).

Lu Feng first walked to the cave entrance and observed the depths of the cave for a while.

No one else was found; the entire cave was empty.

After confirming that it was safe, Lu Feng returned and began to search each of the eight corpses one by one.

They searched six or seven bodies in a row, finding nothing on them except a few bottles of Fasting Pill.

No identification token, no letters, no keepsakes...

Until the last corpse, Lu Feng pulled a wooden plaque from his pocket.