The Sword Spirit nodded slightly, then looked at Wang Anfeng, sizing him up from head to toe, and smiled:
"I have understood enough of your intentions in coming here from the events just now."
"But unfortunately, I cannot let you take this sword away."
Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback and asked:
The Sword Spirit regretfully said: "It's not suitable."
"Your heart is different from those people in the past. You may have a firm enough resolve and exceptional martial arts, but you lack the capacity to bear such a heavy destiny. This isn't to look down on you, just that as a ranger, you shouldn't do what you're not good at."
The Sword Spirit paused slightly, furrowing his brow, lightly tapping his forehead as if somewhat troubled, and said:
"But after all, you have passed..."
"I have existed between heaven and earth for over three thousand years, and I cannot go back on my word. Well... if you're worried that someone else might try to take this sword, you needn't be. Even those few from the previous generation were merely well-met by chance; I simply aided them. Each had three opportunities to act, and currently, there's no one I particularly favor."
"Though the world is vast, there's presently no one with the capacity to wield the sword."
"So, you needn't worry, but to dismiss you just like that would be somewhat unreasonable. After all, even the elder of the house has come forth."
He glanced with a smile at the scholar in a green gown, whose expression remained indifferent. The scholar thought for a moment and then clapped his hands, laughing:
"Let's do it this way, little one, take out your sword."
Wang Anfeng realized what he was referring to, glanced at the adjacent scholar in green attire who nodded, then opened his right hand, between his fingers, light interlaced like stars, a wooden sword formed from shadow to substance appeared.
Immediately grasping the sword hilt, a long sword cry sounded.
The Sword Spirit seemed quite interested in this sword, examining it thoroughly, and said:
"I see, so it still counts as the 'Heavenly Imperial Sword' rank, but it's too immature. The original aura merely came from an ordinary divine weapon remnant. If not for someone resonating with it to awaken and activate it, it couldn't have reached this level... The material also seems insufficient, so I'm somewhat overstepping here."
"I ask my fellow Daoist for assistance."
He looked at Mr. Ying, adding a sentence.
"I wonder how many years of aura this quality can endure?"
Before Wang Anfeng understood, Zhan Lu had already opened his right hand. The wooden sword hummed sharply and then floated in the air, enveloped by endless starlight. The scholar in green calmly lifted his gaze, watching the wooden sword floating upwards.
Accompanied by a shattering sound, the wooden sword, which should have been impossible to break, began to fracture from beneath the hilt. However, those fragments did not fall to the ground, still suspended in the air, forming the shape of a sword.
The Orb of Heavenly Secrets ascended to embed within the hilt.
The Qilin's fists shattered, converging within the starlight, transforming into crimson-gold flowing flames like lava, slowly flowing through the cracks on the sword's body. The flowing flames mixed with the starlight, Qilin Flames, and the aura of Heavenly Secrets gradually solidified, forming a tangible entity.
The Sword Spirit seemed quite satisfied, nodded, and smiled, saying:
"Consider it a small reward for making it this far. The aura accumulated over hundreds of years in this Zhan Lu Sword is now entirely here."
"The Qilin surrounds as suppression, a world surrounding the stars, serving as the sword's support."
"Such techniques are sufficient to uphold the 'Divine Weapon' rank."
"If this sword were placed three thousand years ago, it could have participated in myths, but now it seems somewhat overeaten."
"Little one, I have left a Sword Intent of the Zhan Lu Sword within this blade."
"I find we have a connection. If you ever bear a world-wielding weapon, feel free to accompany it, it's no problem, just a pity, there are too many fateful yet unfulfilled connections in the world."
Wang Anfeng tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
After a moment of silence, seeing the Sword Spirit seemed disinclined to say anything more, glanced at the spot where Wang Tiance was earlier, stood up to bid farewell. At this moment, Lv Yingbo and the others were still waiting outside. Since the Sword Spirit said it wouldn't be used for the White Tiger Hall, he had no choice but to leave.
There were still many matters to attend to.
At this moment, the scholar-like Sword Spirit suddenly seemed to remember something, suddenly raised his hand and patted his forehead, and laughed softly:
"Oh no, oh no, three thousand years, my memory has only gotten worse by the day."
"Almost forgot, that was close, that was close."
He lifted his gaze towards Wang Anfeng and said: ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"Is your surname Wang?"
Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.
The scholar-like Sword Spirit laughed to himself and said:
"Judging by your appearance, you should be the descendant of that person, right? His son or his grandson?"
"Wang Tiance, huh, such a close aura, should be his son. If you are his son, he once had something to convey to you. Of the three requests he made back then, the first two have been fulfilled, and the last one is left here."
In the Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought, and said:
"So it was that man, I thought, there's no way he wouldn't leave a backup plan, tsk tsk tsk, since ancient times, those people always like to calculate what will happen after they die, Wang Tiance could do so many things, there's no way he didn't foresee this."
"Could it be a strategy against the White Tiger Hall, or is it a setup against the Star Palace?"
"All in all, with him at the front, and someone surnamed Ying at the back, isn't this a guaranteed win? Having one person with a dirty enough mind is already impressive, hehe, but two, how can you lose, you just tell me how..."