Chen Jing nodded: "Then what is your opinion, Master?"
He was still hesitant about whether to join the Black Hand gang to gather information and explore cultivation methods to master spiritual energy.
The cultivation method of the Battle Spirit requires one to become a warrior; my cultivation method requires one to become a spy, an infiltrator…
No, that's just the cultivation method of Cangxu. The Hidden Tower and the Fei family might be different? What is the Hidden Tower's cultivation method? Maintaining secrecy?
The expert looked at Chen Jing with a serious expression but offered no advice.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Jing finally made up his mind and said, "I want to join the Black Hand gang. I want to infiltrate and investigate the blood sacrifice."
If the blood sacrifice isn't addressed, it might affect many people; the Black Hand might capture people from the city to use as sacrifices... Whatever the Black Hand intends to do, the closer we get to him, the more useful information we can obtain, allowing us to take precautions. We might even seek help from the so-called guardians or external sects.
Chen Jing didn't need to close his eyes to recall the scene from his previous dream: the world collapsing, and a figure high above looking down below.
On one hand, it's to complete the task given by my master, and on the other hand, it's for my own sake! Even if it involves risks, it's worth it. My invisibility ability is so strong that as long as I'm careful, there shouldn't be any problem keeping my life safe.
I just feel a little sorry for Commander Ma. He just gave me a large sum of money, and now I'm going to join the underworld.
To Chen Jing's surprise, he heard the expert say in a very approving voice, "Very good."
The expert stood up and presented Chen Jing with a straight sword.
The sword was placed in a leather scabbard. Chen Jing drew it out. It was silver-white all over, and its sharpness could be felt even without touching it.
The expert said calmly, "This sword is made of the hardest metal, 'mysterious iron.' It's not a spiritual weapon; it's merely tough and sharp enough. It doesn't have a name; you can choose one yourself."
Chen Jing took the sword and liked it more and more. After hearing his master's request, he remembered that his sect was inherited from the Sword Pavilion and some stories from before he transmigrated.
The Jianmen Pass is majestic and precipitous; one man can hold it against ten thousand.
Chen Jing, holding the sword, said, "Let's call it Lonely City."
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