"The Red Flame Sword is hidden within an ancient castle. I hid the Red Flame Sword there because I do not yet have the strength to truly wield it. So, I hid it within an ancient castle, to retrieve it later when I am capable."
Mu Yuanhuo, after a moment of stupor, hastily voiced his response.
Watching Feng Huolie be easily killed by Chu Fengmian, Mu Yuanhuo no longer harbored any thoughts of resistance and could only comply obediently.
He also understood that not listening to Chu Fengmian would lead to only one outcome—death.
"Take me to retrieve it."
Chu Fengmian commanded coldly.
A mid-grade Earth level Spiritual Artifact, with Mu Yuanhuo’s strength, indeed he could not control it.
Activating a Spiritual Artifact required the consumption of Spiritual Power. The higher the grade of the artifact, the more Spiritual Power it consumed.
Of course, this was only for ordinary martial artists. For Chu Fengmian, with his Divine Veins, ordinary Spiritual Artifacts would not pose any burden.
But truly powerful artifacts, like the Fertile Stele, like the Xingxuan Sword, were still beyond Chu Fengmian’s control.
He was clear that to truly control these two artifacts, he needed to gain even stronger power.
However, the Red Flame Sword was evidently not among these. As long as Chu Fengmian could obtain it, he could replace the Xuanqing Sword.
Then Chu Fengmian’s swordsmanship would likely become even more terrifying in power.
Mu Yuanhuo rose and hurriedly led Chu Fengmian, walking towards the wastelands of the desert.
Having traveled less than an hour in the desert, a dilapidated ancient castle suddenly materialized. The castle looked as if it had undergone countless years, very much in ruins.
In this boundless desert, it was very inconspicuous.
"The Red Flame Sword is inside."
Mu Yuanhuo, upon reaching the front of the castle, shifted his gaze and spoke to Chu Fengmian.
In his eyes, there seemed to be other thoughts flickering.
Chu Fengmian glanced at the castle and then moved toward it.
But just as Chu Fengmian was about to take the step that would bring him inside the castle, his figure suddenly moved.
He instantly appeared beside Mu Yuanhuo, exerting a force of Spiritual Power against him, grasping him in his hand.
He then threw him directly towards the interior of the castle.
Mu Yuanhuo, seeing Chu Fengmian’s actions, his eyes revealed a hint of panic.
He had not expected Chu Fengmian to do this.
Mu Yuanhuo’s body was thrown into the castle, almost instantaneously.
Countless swords suddenly filled the interior of the castle, and Mu Yuanhuo’s body, under the multitude of swords, was pierced through and through, life extinguished in a blink.
Chu Fengmian was not surprised by this scene.
He had already discerned from Mu Yuanhuo’s behavior that something was off.
The Red Flame Sword was a Spiritual Artifact that Mu Yuanhuo would rather be expelled from the Candle Flame Sect to possess. Now, how could it possibly be so readily given to Chu Fengmian.
At the very least, Mu Yuanhuo would surely struggle, not surrender so willingly.
There was definitely deceit involved, but the deceit was something Mu Yuanhuo had to swallow himself.
"Although you would surely die at the hands of Chu, dying within the trap you set yourself is even less desirable, I presume."
Chu Fengmian sneered coldly, no longer concerning himself with Mu Yuanhuo, and simply grabbed Mu Yuanhuo’s body, placing it into a storage bag.
The criteria for completing the mission were the body of Mu Yuanhuo, and naturally, Chu Fengmian had to bring it back to the academy.
However, not everything Mu Yuanhuo had just said was a lie. Inside the ancient castle, Chu Fengmian used his Spiritual Sense and suddenly discovered a secret chamber.
In the secret chamber, an extremely sharp Sword Intent could not escape Chu Fengmian’s eyes.
Being a Sword Cultivator himself, he was naturally very familiar with it, and at a glance, it was enough to tell that this was definitely a high-grade Spirit Sword.
The only possibility was that it was one of the Candle Flame Sect’s three Divine Weapons, the Red Flame Sword.
Along the way, inside the ancient castle, there were also many traps, but most had already been detected by Chu Fengmian, and he easily broke through each one.
Finally, after breaking through a swift stone door, he arrived inside the secret chamber.
The secret chamber was exceedingly dark; however, at a glance, Chu Fengmian saw the countless Healing Pills piled up to one side.
These Qi Gathering Pills were not solely owned by the Wusheng Academy. Although they could only be refined by the Wusheng Academy, they would also be sold at a fair price to the other four great sects.
They could be considered a common pill among the four great sects.
Within the secret chamber, at a glance, Chu Fengmian saw there were no fewer than a million Qi Gathering Pills.
"I’ve finally struck it rich!" This thought sprang into Chu Fengmian’s mind.
The quantity of these Qi Gathering Pills was beyond Chu Fengmian’s imagination; he had not expected Mu Yuanhuo to have amassed such an enormous wealth.
But then again, on second thought, Chu Fengmian was not surprised at all.
Mu Yuanhuo’s control over the sand thieves, with as many as ten thousand people, and their frequent plundering of cities and forcing tributes, most of this wealth was likely controlled by Mu Yuanhuo alone.
It allowed him to accumulate such wealth.
No wonder Mu Yuanhuo was willing to leave his sect and become a sand thief in the northwest desert—this wealth and resources were much better than what he had within the sect.
However, this wealth was never truly his. Even if Mu Yuanhuo had not died at the hands of Chu Fengmian, he would have died at the hands of someone else.
After all, the deeds of Mu Yuanhuo were against the natural order, and he was bound to be slain sooner or later.
Chu Fengmian waved his hand, and countless pills were stored by Chu Fengmian into his storage bag, with the Qi Gathering Pills being placed into a separate storage bag.
The remaining healing medication and other types such as Blood Explosion Pills were all placed into another storage bag by Chu Fengmian.
To Chu Fengmian, these pills meant nothing, as they were of no use to him, but he could sell them in return for Qi Gathering Pills.
While a million Qi Gathering Pills seemed a large number, Chu Fengmian knew that this amount of pills would not be enough to sate the ancient war dragon shadow within his body.
At most, they could help Chu Fengmian condense three drops of the ancient war dragon’s essence blood, which would already be the limit.
However, Chu Fengmian had only recently made a breakthrough and still needed to consolidate his realm, so, for the time being, he had no thoughts of continuing to condense the ancient war dragon’s essence blood.
Instead, he could save them, as this fortune would definitely have many uses in the future.
After the pills were taken, what remained in the secret chamber was only a Spirit Sword that appeared to be red in color.
One of the three great Divine Weapons of the Candle Flame Sect, the Red Flame Sword.