Peerless Martial God - Chapter 1198
Chapter 1198: Sword Emperor's Path
When Lin Feng arrived in Jiange, he realized that the gate was open and found that there were guards at the entrance, waiting for him.
Lin Feng remained calm. He was still holding Meng Qing's hand. Meng Qing was surprised though, Jiange's people were all looking at Lin Feng in such a respectful and polite way. She was curious to know what had happened.
And just the opposite, when the strong cultivators of Jiange saw Meng Qing, they were stunned. The ancestor's sword had come back with a woman?
’’Young master!’’ said the old leader bowing. The other elders also bowed in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng nodded, he looked proud as he continued walking past them.
’’Young master, who is she?’’ asked the strong cultivator.
Lin Feng's Tian Ji Sword suddenly appeared and shot out towards the strong cultivator.
’’Boom!’’ that person was shook, but had blocked the sword with his hand as if it was easy. Even then, he looked scared and said, ’’Forgive me, Young master!’’
’’The ancestor's sword has an explosive personality!’’ the others were astonished. They thought they were looking at a young Emperor Wu Tian Jian. They had heard stories of his past, after all.
’’I told you, I'm now in Lin Feng's body so I'm Lin Feng. I have my own life, so you can't ask me about my personal life!’’ said Lin Feng coldly. Even though he wasn't that strong compared to the elders, he was still impressive.
’’I won't.’’ said the old man lowering his head. When they saw that Lin Feng had broken through to the seventh Tian Qi layer and how explosive his sword was, they were even more convinced that Jiange would revive because of him. They had been waiting for this time for thousands of years!
Lin Feng groaned coldly and recalled his Tian Ji Sword. Then, Meng Qing and he continued walking ahead. Lin Feng said indifferently, ’’I'm going back to the grave. Nobody can follow me, and besides, from now on, I don't need anyone to guard the grave.’’
Lin Feng was now like a deity in Jiange, so people listened to him. He then disappeared into the depths of Jiange.
Jian Wu Bei was behind the crowd and he had watched Lin Feng disappear in the distance, grinding his teeth. He had always hoped he'd be the one who would revive the clan, but Lin Feng was the glorious one now. Everyone only paid attention to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng didn't think too much about it. Jiange had hoped he'd become the sword's slave, now his slaves were Jiange's people. Why would he be happy about that?
Lin Feng took Meng Qing into the grave. The Qi from the mud wasn't as dazzling, but the old man was still inside. He looked tired, though. He was sitting on his broom and he looked sad.
’’Master!’’ said Lin Feng with a faint smile.
’’You're back!’’ said the old man. He put his hand against against the wall and slowly stood up, he seemed to have difficulty standing up. Lin Feng rushed over and helped the old man stand up, then he wiped the dust off the old man's shoulders. The old man smiled and said, ’’I'm getting old. I don't know when I'll die.’’
The old man coughed with his hands in front of his mouth. He seemed even worse off than last time Lin Feng had been there.
He stretched out his hands and looked at them, there was blood on them.
The old man hadn't lied about his health before!
’’Master...’’ Lin Feng had always thought the old man had pretended to be sick, but now that he was coughing blood, he wasn't so sure. The old man was a really strong cultivator, so if he was sick, he could be beyond help.
’’I'm alright, I've been sick for many years.’’ said the old man smiling. Then he walked towards the depths of the grave.
Lin Feng and Meng Qing followed him. They walked towards the room where the sword was buried before. When they entered the room, the door closed itself automatically and the old man sat down again. Lin Feng also sat down.
’’Is she your girlfriend?’’
’’My wife.’’ replied Lin Feng.
’’Not bad. You're lucky to have Xue Ling Long as your wife.’’ said the old man. Meng Qing and Lin Feng glanced at each other, this old man was definitely not ordinary.
The old man had recognized Xue Ling Long at Long at first sight!
’’Master, your sickness...’’ said Lin Feng. Since the old man had recognized Meng Qing, he was probably incredibly strong, beyond what they could imagine. So his sickness was probably serious.
’’Don't worry. I've been sick for a long time.’’ said the old man shaking his head.
’’Master, let's see if you can use this.’’ said Lin Feng. He shook his hand and a blue jade appeared. It was the tear stain filled with vitality energy.
’’The tear stain of life!’’ whispered the old man. He smiled and said, ’’You got it in Fortune City, right? Not bad. But it's not powerful enough for me. You're very kind though, keep it for yourself!’’
’’Not powerful enough!’’ Lin Feng smiled wryly. The old man was probably really sick.
’’Show me how much you progressed in Fortune City!’’
’’Alright.’’ nodded Lin Feng and took out his Tian Ji Sword and released all its energies. The old man looked surprised and nodded, ’’Alright, it must have been difficult. You probably suffered a lot to achieve that.’’
’’It seems like raising a sword is no problem for you anymore.’’
’’Raising my sword isn't a problem, but outside of Fortune City, it won't be easy to find places suitable for it.’’ said Lin Feng recalling his sword.
’’There are opportunities everywhere. I have a series of skills which belonged to Emperor Wu Tian Jian here, are you interested?’’ asked the old man smiling at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was surprised, of course he wouldn't refuse.
’’I am very interested, of course!’’ replied Lin Feng.
’’Alright, I'll transmit them to you.’’ said the old man, opening his third eye. A light appeared and move to Lin Feng's third eye, then, many memories flooded his mind.
He calmly inspected them, but his eyes twinkled with sharp sword lights.
’’Cleansing the heart from mortal affairs, at peace with oneself, no sword no ego, a sword in the hand, defying human and divine laws!’’ said Lin Feng. He sighed and said, ’’The sword emperor was a peerless son of Heaven!’’
’’What do you think?’’ asked the old man to Lin Feng.
’’The emperor had a pure heart, no ego, and he was at peace with himself, but when he had his sword in his hand, he could defy the laws of the universe!’’ said Lin Feng. His words came from his heart.
’’Do you need any sword techniques or skills?’’ asked the old man.
’’I don't.’’ said Lin Feng shaking his head before adding, ’’I walk my own path in terms of sword cultivation. I am not as strong as the sword emperor was, but I will shape my destiny as a sword cultivator and someday I'll create my own sword skills!’’ said Lin Feng.
The old man smiled and nodded. Emperor Wu Tian Jian had never studied ancestors' techniques. He had raised his sword for ten years, next he had cleansed his heart from impurities, and then he had created his own destiny as a sword cultivator!