Shenhu became anxious when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"How about this, let's go ask Senior Turtle for a divination. If he will join the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in this lifetime, then we'll take his spirit sword away. If not, then we'll just leave it alone."
Yun Feimiao was curious: "Who is Senior Turtle?"
"It can be regarded as one of the sacred beasts of the Wanjian Sect, and it has been guarding the bottom of the Piaomiao Lake in the secret realm. Senior Turtle is very accurate in fortune-telling, and it can definitely predict the present life of that sword cultivator!" Shenhu admired Senior Turtle very much.
"Okay, let's go ask."
Yun Feimiao was very curious about Senior Turtle and looked forward to meeting him even more than Shenhu.
That's the legendary guardian tortoise! I heard it has half Black Tortoise bloodline and has lived for tens of thousands of years. It must look very majestic and powerful, right?
"Let's go, let's go!" Mirage was happy.
It put away the illusion, then put a water-proof spiritual shield on Yun Feimiao, and pulled Yun Feimiao to the bottom of the water.
Yun Feimiao is actually not afraid of water, but he did not reject Shenhu's kindness.
He tilted his head to look at the mirage swan and found that all the feathers on its body were waterproof, allowing it to maintain an elegant and beautiful posture even in the water.
Moreover, the seagull can breathe freely in the water and even sing to him.
Its voice was quite clear and pleasant, but it was tone-deaf and spoke very quickly. One goose sang like five thousand geese, and Yun Feimiao's head was buzzing because of it.
I wanted it to shut up, but I couldn't get a word in no matter how many times I opened its mouth. Even if I could get a word in, the mirage wouldn't be able to hear me!
It was completely immersed in its own singing, and no sound around it could disturb it.
Yun Feimiao was helpless, thinking that just singing it casually was already very lethal. If some spiritual power was added to it, it would definitely be a very powerful mental attack.
He didn't want to be poisoned by the singing of the mirage swan anymore, so he simply broke the spiritual shield given to him by the mirage swan and sank down first.
Seeing that he was more comfortable in the water than himself, the mirage ignored him and continued to sing loudly.
Yun Feimiao's water spirit roots were of high purity, which made him naturally fond of water. Furthermore, the spiritual energy in the lake increased as he went deeper, making Yun Feimiao feel more and more comfortable as he went deeper, unable to help but sink faster and faster.
But the lake was terribly deep, and Yun Feimiao could never sink to the bottom, making him almost forget about time.
He felt like a drop in the ocean, so weak and small.
The water is vast and my body is insignificant.
However, although my body is tiny, I can still stir up the waters and create huge waves.
Yun Feimiao felt something in his heart, and used his hand as a sword, swinging out a sword technique.
In an instant, huge waves were stirred up in the still water that had been silent for several years. A magic sword was unsheathed from the bottom of the water, flew through layers of huge waves and flew into Yun Feimiao's hands, emitting a mournful cry.
The moment he gripped the hilt of the sword, Yun Feimiao inexplicably felt his nose sore and his eyes burning.
He subconsciously wiped the sword edge with his palm, and the blood that seeped out of the cut on his palm was absorbed by the magic sword without a drop left.
After it had absorbed enough, a ray of spiritual light penetrated into Yun Feimiao's palm, and his wound healed instantly, leaving no trace of the injury.
At the same time, two green lights flashed above the sword, and two words jumped into Yun Feimiao's eyes.
"Cang Miao."
The moment Yun Feimiao pronounced the name of the sword, a figure appeared in his mind.
The man looked about 70% similar to his grandfather, but his temperament was completely different. He was a bohemian person that Yun Feimiao had never seen before.
I saw the figure standing with his hands on his hips and laughing.
"I never thought that after thousands of years, this sword would return to the hands of my Yun family's disciples."
"Youngster, look carefully. This is the Canglang Sword Technique that I, your ancestor, created. Unfortunately, I have limited time to practice it for you, so I can only demonstrate it once."
The Canglang Sword Technique, created by the Yun clan's ancestor, Canglang Sword Master, is the most powerful water-based sword technique on the Canglan Continent. This sword technique has inflicted heavy casualties on countless Horned Demons, earning it widespread fame across the continent.
Unfortunately, before his sword technique was complete, Canglang Sword Master died, leaving countless sword practitioners sighing in regret.
This incomplete set of sword techniques was also found in the Yun family's library. Yun Feimiao had been attracted to it since he was very young and had learned all the recorded parts.
However, the sword technique displayed by the remnant thought in his mind was complete, and even the ones that had been circulated in the world before were modified to be more exquisite.
"The creation of a set of sword techniques requires countless rehearsals. Even its creator will inevitably use it differently at different times."
"This set of Canglang Sword Technique was realized by me before I died. It is the best water-based sword technique I have ever used in my life. It's a pity that it has never been revealed to the public."
"But I believe this will never be the true limit of Canglang Sword Skill. Young man, the power of Canglang Sword Skill from now on will all depend on you."
"The ancestor thinks too highly of me." Yun Feimiao was a little frightened.
He has been practicing sword, talismans, illusion and medicine since he was young. Even though he has decent talents in all four, human energy is limited. He can probably only become an excellent inheritor rather than a pioneer.
In that era, he would never be able to do what Canglang Sword Master did, who could directly open his water spirit root and wield a sword to kill everyone.
Cannian didn't say anything else, but just looked at Yun Feimiao deeply, with expectation, regret, and determination to move forward in his eyes.
He actually had a thousand things to say, but he felt he shouldn't be so nosy. The younger generation's path should be their own, and if he spoke too much, it might disturb the other person's mind.
And he shouldn't impose his will on a junior.
He is just a regret. He should be content as long as he can wait for the successor of his original body and pass on the complete Canglang Sword Technique.
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