"Junior Brother Feng, tell me the truth, how did the sword break?"
Feng Su's attention was focused on the broken sword. He thought of the expectant look in Yu Yan's eyes when she handed him the sword.
But instead of mastering swordsmanship, he broke the sword his master had given him.
“I summoned it during my meditation while in seclusion, but perhaps I used too much force and it broke.”
The boy's words were full of self-blame and regret, yet he seemed oblivious to Ling Chen's increasingly astonished gaze.
Ling Chen was speechless; he was utterly speechless.
No wonder Aunt Yan made an exception and started taking on disciples; it turns out that none of them are easy to mess with.
Seclusion and meditation?
How could he do something like that!
Why can't he meditate in seclusion?
What is the realm of meditation? It's a realm he's never reached, even after cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage!
Ling Chen's mouth twisted into a crook, and his heart ached terribly.
Judging from his junior brother's tone, he didn't find meditation unusual.
Is it common?
The more I think about it, the more shocked and devastated I become!
Ling Chen finally turned around and sat back down.
The auction has begun.
Because he was short of money, Ling Chen couldn't bring himself to buy several of the treasures he liked.
Finally, a sword was presented in the center of the booth.
The sword was pure white, with what appeared to be snowflake carvings on its surface.
Just looking at it from afar, a chilling aura suddenly wafts over you.
Ling Chen quickly looked away and saw Feng Su staring intently down below.
He quickly reached out and covered his eyes.
"Junior brother, don't you feel unwell?"
The sword energy of the spirit sword was too powerful; even he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, could not withstand it.
Never mind, let's move on!
They'll wait for the next round.
Feng Su's heart was pounding.
From the moment the sword was presented, he felt his very soul tremble.
"Yes... I'm feeling a little unwell."
He felt as if his soul was about to fly out of his body.
So Feng Su spoke very honestly.
Ling Chen finally felt a little better.
He thought his junior brother was staring intently at the sword because he didn't feel the pressure from the sword's power.
He couldn't help but wonder if his master had chosen the wrong person to be his disciple back then.
They are both direct disciples.
How come he and Junior Brother Feng are so different?
"Junior brother, this sword is too difficult for you to handle right now. Why don't you wait a little longer?"
Ling Chen withdrew his hand and asked.
Difficult to control?
Feng Su unconsciously turned her head to look at the stage again.
Ling Chen stopped him in time.
"good."
The boy answered decisively, and a hint of admiration flashed in Ling Chen's eyes.
"Why not? Take a picture of it."
Inside the private room, the woman's clear and unrestrained voice slowly drifted out.
Feng Su's eyes lit up.
"Master!"
The boy quickly looked at the couch less than three meters from the window.
The figure of the woman in white gradually came into view.
"Uncle Yan?" Ling Chen asked in surprise.
The woman's gaze swept over the two men in response.
Without a second thought, Feng Su ran up to her in the blink of an eye.
The boy's phoenix eyes sparkled as he stood before the couch, looking up at her.
It felt like being in the Yan Hui Palace.
Yu Yan wondered what exactly Feng Su was so excited about.
The sounds of bidding echoed from each of the private rooms.
The woman, who had taken in everything, suddenly realized what was happening.
I see. No wonder I didn't want the sword.
She has never given her apprentice any spirit stones!
Yu Yan chuckled slightly, a gentle ripple appearing in her peach blossom eyes, highlighting her breathtakingly beautiful face.
"Don't worry about spirit stones, I have plenty here, go ahead and bid."
She lowered her eyes to look at Feng Su, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.
The boy was unconsciously lost in thought.
"Feng Su?" Yu Yan reminded him.
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