This buffet lasted from noon until midnight.
In the evening, Ye Feng continued with the barbecue buffet.
This truly made all the disciples bend over and laugh heartily as they ate.
They had difficulty even standing and walking, and many of them had to lie down on their flying swords to return to their caves.
After packing his things and returning to his cave, Ye Feng began to consider what to do next.
I've already learned the Spirit Gathering Technique, so this is definitely something I should prioritize trying.
Once your cultivation surpasses the Golden Core stage, you can go to the Sword Tomb to find your flying sword; this is of utmost importance.
The Calamity Demon is coming soon. Use the Spirit Gathering Technique on the Calamity Demon's attack first, and make sure they feel they can die without regret.
I'm going to visit my master; I might even learn a lot of new techniques.
His sword nuclear explosion technique was so cool!
After thinking it over, I decided what I needed to do.
First, find your natal flying sword, then try the Spirit Gathering Technique, and then visit your grandmaster.
After making up his mind, he took out the jade slip and began to contact Shenqing Zhenjun.
"Senior brother, when can I go to the Sword Tomb to find my natal flying sword?"
Soon, Shenqing Zhenjun's message came back.
"Tomorrow morning, Martial Uncle Jian Chen will come to find you, and he will take you into the Sword Tomb."
"Okay, thank you, senior brother."
"Yes, make time to visit your grandmaster. Once you're inside the Forbidden Mountain, he'll guide you there."
After hanging up the call, Ye Feng stretched and took a nice nap.
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the next day.
Just as dawn was breaking, Ye Feng received a message from Jian Chen via jade slip.
"Half an hour later, the Sky-Piercing Waterfall appeared."
Upon seeing the message, Ye Feng sat up abruptly.
The excitement immediately chased away my drowsiness.
After tidying up, I rushed over early.
But to their surprise, Jian Chen was already waiting there.
He took two steps forward and greeted her, saying, "Greetings, Uncle-Master. I didn't expect you to arrive so early."
Jian Chen chuckled and said, "No need for formalities. I had nothing else to do, so I came to take a look. Since you're already here, let's go in."
After saying that, he flew directly towards the waterfall.
Ye Feng quickly followed.
The Qingtian Waterfall has a drop of over 1,000 meters and a huge flow of water.
Jian Chen ignored the water flow and walked straight through the middle of the waterfall.
This is no problem for Ye Feng, who is currently at the high level of the Nascent Soul Realm.
After passing through the waterfall, a complex magic array was carved on the blue stone wall.
There is a round hole in the center of the magic circle, just like a keyhole.
Jian Chen raised two fingers together, and a pure sword intent emanated from his fingers.
After the sword intent struck the keyhole of the magic array, the entire array emitted a dazzling light.
In the dazzling light, the figures of the two began to blur.
I was momentarily distracted, and when I came to my senses, the scene had changed.
The landscape was quite desolate.
Even though I came in this morning, the whole space felt as oppressive as dusk.
A continuous range of mounds, low hills, and gently rising graves.
In the distance, a towering stone mountain rises into the clouds, devoid of any vegetation.
Only countless longswords were either inserted at a point or had only their hilts hanging on them.
Jian Chen said in a deep voice, "This is the Sword Tomb. No name is left on any of the graves. They only have one identity: disciples of the Sword Sect and former sword wielders."
All you need to do is circulate your energy and relax your mind; the sword that best suits you will naturally guide you to draw it.
Ye Feng nodded and began to do as instructed.
As his mind relaxed, his thoughts gradually became empty.
A gentle breeze swept by, and it sounded as if one could hear the trembling of countless longswords.
Listening intently, one's body involuntarily moves in one direction.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Feng stopped.
Amidst countless sword cries, he felt that the sword he had somehow grasped had the loudest voice and the most sincere emotion.
That's him.
Ye Feng slowly began to draw his sword.
Even with his advanced Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, he still found it slightly difficult to pull it up.
With all his might, he finally drew the longsword with a soft "clang".
Upon closer inspection after pulling it out, Ye Feng was indeed slightly taken aback.
The longsword... only has a hilt?
But the feeling of drawing the sword from its sheath is still very clear.
He raised the sword hilt and examined it closely in the sunlight, finally spotting a clue.
The blade is transparent!
Even with the sunlight, only a ripple like water could be seen.
Ye Feng looked at the longsword, whose blade was almost invisible, and grew to like it more and more.
With a gentle wave, it feels as light as nothing.
"It is invisible to the eye, and its movement is imperceptible. When it touches something, it vanishes without a trace, passing through objects without them noticing. Why not call it the Han Guang Sword?"
A wisp of blood energy surged from Ye Feng's body and flowed directly into the longsword in his hand.
At the hilt of the sword, the two characters "Han Guang" gradually took shape.
Just as I was about to leave, full of joy, I sensed that there was still a sword mourning.
Following the sound, Han Guang put away his sword and saw a broken sword lying on the ground, its blade rusted and half broken.
And it was he who uttered the mournful cry.
He gripped the sword hilt with tenderness, took out a large loaf of bread, and began to polish it.
The mournful cries gradually turned into joyful ones, and the rust on the sword became brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With a gentle flick, intending to remove the rust, a huge gash was instantly sliced open on the hard stone mountain.
Despite such a grand display, not a single sound was uttered!
"Its sharpness is so great? Why not call it Juque?"
...
When Jian Chen saw Ye Feng put away two swords in succession, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Over the years, regardless of talent or skill level, it has been a settled conclusion that those who come to the Sword Tomb can only take away one sword.
After putting away one sword, the other swords stopped resonating. What's wrong with this kid?
After putting away the Giant Sword, Ye Feng was quite satisfied.
"Let's go, Uncle-Master, I've received my natal flying sword."
Jian Chen didn't leave, but asked, "Did you just subdue two swords? Let me see them."
Ye Feng didn't think much of it and immediately summoned two longswords.
With Han Guang in his left hand and Ju Que in his right, he exudes a sense of satisfaction, as if the world is in his grasp.
Jian Chen carefully examined the two longswords.
First, I was amazed by Han Guang's uniqueness, and then I felt sorry for Ju Que's broken body.
Shaking his head, Jian Chen sighed:
"I don't understand you, kid. Over the years, everyone has only been able to subdue one natal flying sword, but you are an exception."
Ye Feng scratched his head, not knowing what to say, and could only chuckle foolishly.
"Let's go."
After saying that, the two left the Sword Tomb.
Back in his cave, he grew to like the two swords more and more.
Gently stroking the blade, Ye Feng murmured to himself, "My precious sword must be whetted with the finest whetstone!"
Spirit Condensation Technique, arrange it!
The first target for spirit cultivation is wheat.
If we plant 50 mu (approximately 3.3 hectares) of them, we'll have enough whetstones for the entire clan!
He took a grain of wheat from the Sumeru bag and placed it on the table.
A wisp of cold light slowly approached from the tip of his right finger.
The wheat grains trembled slightly, as if they couldn't wait to "eat" that wisp of cold light.
After the cold light fell on the wheat grains, Ye Feng seemed to hear the wheat grains let out a comfortable sigh, like after a massage?!
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