Xiao Feng nodded silently and soon followed Zhao Yuwei straight to Divine Sword Peak.
Upon arriving at this place, Xiao Feng was quite amazed, even feeling that this was the main peak of Spirit Sword Peak.
All the disciples here wore long swords at their waists, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance; this was what true cultivators looked like.
These guys didn't seem like disciples from other peaks, but rather belonged to another sect, exuding an air of nobility in every gesture.
Even Zhao Yuwei's beauty seemed somewhat overshadowed when she arrived here.
"Senior sister, this is a great place!"
Xiao Feng couldn't help but sigh, and Zhao Yuwei nodded in agreement.
"Let's go, come with me to the Sword Tomb!"
"The Sword Tomb contains countless top-tier divine swords. If you manage to acquire one as your master, you'll be rolling in it!"
Xiao Feng was overjoyed, and for some reason, his left eyelid twitched violently.
When the two arrived at the gate of the sword mound, they found that there was only a gate standing on the outside of a field of countless sharp blades, without even a wall.
Xiao Feng could already see the scene inside. The outermost part was filled with countless broken sword blades, while the very center was shimmering with light.
"Isn't this Senior Sister Zhao? Greetings, Senior Sister Zhao!"
The disciple guarding the sword mound bowed respectfully.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng was slightly surprised, clearly not expecting his senior sister to have such a high reputation in the sect.
After all, Zhao Yuwei had taken him to so many places, and all the disciples seemed to be extremely respectful when they met her.
Zhao Yuwei simply nodded and spoke to the Sword Tomb disciple.
"I've brought my junior brother here today to pick out a suitable weapon!"
The disciple guarding the sword tomb didn't seem to show any disdain. He glanced at Xiao Feng and simply nodded silently.
"Junior brother, one thousand spirit stones!"
Xiao Feng was stunned.
"How many?"
"One thousand spirit stones!"
Upon hearing the number, Zhao Yuwei frowned slightly and couldn't help but mutter a complaint.
"Junior brother, if I remember correctly, it wasn't this price before!"
Zhao Yuwei looked embarrassed; the price was truly beyond her expectations.
"Senior sister, the price wasn't this before, but I didn't set it; the price was set by the weapons here!"
After speaking, the disciple looked towards the center of the sword tomb, where bursts of light and color filled him with longing.
"Senior sister, you've been here before, have you ever seen such a dazzling light?"
No, could it be...?
Upon hearing this, the disciple quickly nodded.
"As expected of the sect's senior sister, Senior Sister, indeed, that Flowing Light Sword is already itching to be used!"
"Your junior brother is exceptionally talented, and I've heard he has mixed spiritual roots. Many talented people come from here, so who knows, the Flowing Light Sword might just recognize him as its master someday!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng found it somewhat laughable. Did this guy really not know how to praise someone?
Why bring up mixed spiritual roots?
Zhao Yuwei's mind raced, and after a moment she took out her mustard seed bag. Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng grabbed Zhao Yuwei's arm.
"Senior sister, wait a moment!"
After saying that, Xiao Feng couldn't help but complain.
"Senior brother, isn't this price a bit too high? I'm just a stupid guy, how could the Flowing Light Sword have anything to do with me?"
"A weapon costing a thousand spirit stones? Even if it were clearly priced, it wouldn't be that expensive!"
"Besides, all you're doing is putting up a big gate in front of the Sword Tomb. Can I just go in from the side?"
Upon hearing this, the sword-guarding disciple smiled.
"Junior Brother is joking. There's a reason why we've erected this gate. Master is afraid that some disciples might accidentally wander in and lose their lives!"
Zhao Yuwei then spoke up.
"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense! If you rush in from the side, you'll be killed by sword energy from all sides!"
Xiao Feng refused to believe this superstition and spoke to the guard's disciple.
"Senior brother, if I don't go through the main gate, don't take a single penny from me once I'm inside!"
The sword-guarding disciple smiled again.
"I can't refuse to accept it, but if you can force your way in, I'll pay the spirit stones for you!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng didn't bother with further words and quickly took two steps toward the door.
The moment he stepped in, Xiao Feng felt his hair stand on end, and a shower of light converged into a sword aura that slashed towards him.
The speed was so fast that even the three people present couldn't react in time.
[System Notification! Fatal Attack!]
[System Notification! Protective Array Activated!]
With a loud bang, Xiao Feng was sent flying, a cloud of dust rising from his body, and a stream of light swirling around him.
Zhao Yuwei and the gatekeeper rushed forward together.
"Junior brother, are you alright?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng coughed twice, slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"Good heavens, we really can't get in!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuwei and the disciple exchanged a glance.
this...
They understood that Xiao Feng had just been struck by the residual force of the Flowing Light Sword. Such terrifying power would probably have knocked even a Nascent Soul stage expert unconscious.
However, Xiao Feng was simply knocked away lightly.
Is this a human being?
The gatekeeper swallowed hard.
"Junior brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to sow discord between you!"
Xiao Feng gave a wry smile, stood up, and didn't say anything more.
"Senior brother, can you give me a discount?"
Seeing this, Zhao Yuwei couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Come on, junior brother, we won't make things difficult for you. How about I offer something in lieu of spirit stones?"
Upon hearing this, the disciple quickly nodded, after all, Zhao Yuwei was full of treasures, and the bracelet alone was a remarkable treasure.
You could say he's the richest poor man in the entire Spirit Sword Sect!
"If Senior Sister has any excellent magic weapons, then I certainly won't refuse. I will definitely offer a fair price!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuwei continued searching, muttering to herself.
"This won't do. My master gave it to me when I joined the sect!"
"This won't work either, this..."
A moment later, Zhao Yuwei took out a golden Ruyi scepter. Upon seeing this, the disciples guarding the gate lit up. However, Xiao Feng walked directly in front of Zhao Yuwei.
"Senior sister, you absolutely mustn't!"
Zhao Yuwei, however, seemed not to care at all.
"It's alright, junior brother. This thing will just gather dust here. If you exchange it for some spirit stones, you might actually be able to get the Flowing Light Sword!"
Zhao Yuwei understood that if Xiao Feng was not dead, there was only one possibility: the Flowing Light Sword might like Xiao Feng, and might even actually regard him as its master.
This deal is definitely worth it!
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