Grandpa Sun has disappeared. This time, he is truly gone. What remained on the spot was a ball of light. When I walked closer, I could clearly see that within the ball of light, there were three translucent scrolls emitting light.

I reached out and took the orb in my hand. When I opened my hand again, it was gone, and this time I knew where it was. It was in my mind.

Grandpa Sun's departure didn't cause too much of a stir in my heart. If he died, he died. What I care about right now is my own life and revenge!

I sat quietly on the bed. The ball of light seemed to be a physical entity in my mind. There were three scrolls on it. With just a thought, I could open them. This feeling was very strange, as if there was a book in his head that he didn't have to start flipping through. Strangely, there were only two things I could open. The first recorded the Heavenly inscription technique and the second recorded the six soul fragments.

The inscription technique is a cultivation technique and I must cultivate it. As for the six soul fragments, they are related to my life and death, and I cannot slack off.

This technique seems to be specially created for us cultivators. After we cultivate it, we can condense a scroll of the origin soul, and after that, we can cultivate it in order to understand the story and gain an increase in cultivation level through the use of the story.

Cultivating the soul art would strengthen his or her own soul. Afterwards, he or she would divide a part of it and merge it into the soul of the person he or she wanted to record. This would allow him or her to be like a third person, constantly observing him or her. The mastery of this technique depended on the strength of one's soul. The stronger it was, the more soul fragments could be separated.

I don't know what the value of these two sets of arts are, nor do they say how far they can be cultivated. However, based on Grandpa Sun's tone, it isn't hard to guess that they are definitely powerful existences.

I walked into the training room and lit the incense burner. I didn't practice the two sets of cultivation techniques, but rather, I practiced the Enforcer Qi Technique. Qiu Xi waved her hand, making it hard for me to move. It greatly affected me.

How to control the Qi, what the technique taught was to use your Qi as a guide to drive the Qi around you to change its distribution and concentration. It was as if when I pointed my finger, the air friction formed sparks and ignited the censer, changing the distribution of air. My own spirit armor has changed the concentration of air. The power of my spirit armor is also different when the concentration is different. However, I don't really understand why my spirit armor is red and A Hu's is black. However, it's not hard to understand why my spirit armor is red and Hu's is black.

Spirit Essences were divided into five elements. In fact, it was similar to the five elements for many people. It was just that the more one looked, the harder it was to cultivate metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. He had heard them say before that in this world, there were very few people who had natural spirit roots or dual spirit roots. These kinds of people, if they cultivated a cultivation method that matched the nature of their spirit roots, would travel a thousand miles in a single day. Of course, if they weren't, they would look like trash, but if they were found, they would either be buried or taken away by a large sect. A small sect like the Celestial Sect of Wonders would not exist.

The Sky Sect is a small sect. When I first heard about it, I was a bit surprised, but now that I think about it, there are at least a few hundred disciples in the Sky Sect. Sigh, what a pity for such a domineering name.

He had practiced the martial arts for an entire night. When the time came, he heard someone knocking on the door.

Qiu Xuan had arrived! I got up and opened the door. It was indeed him.

Qiu Xuan didn't waste time with words, but even so, he still nodded his head when he saw me. I nodded my head as well and silently followed behind him, following him to retrieve my weapon.

"In the Sky Sect, only inner sect disciples can wear swords. Once they enter the inner sect, they will go to the Hidden Sword Hall to pick out their weapons."

Qiu Xuan seemed to lose all of his former indifference towards me, and actually started to talk about rules and regulations for me.

"When did you join the Sky Sect?"

Qiu Xuan's back froze for a moment, but in an instant, she continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

"I entered the 13th Peak 15 years ago."

"There is endless emotion in your heart. What kind of emotion is it?"

Qiu Xuan suddenly turned and stared at me with a gloomy expression. "From now on, you're not allowed to ask!"

I was expressionless. Perhaps this topic had touched his bottom line. We didn't say anything else and just kept walking.

As Qiu Xuan turned and turned, he arrived at the edge of the peak. Qiu Xuan turned to look at me, and I shook my head.

"I'll keep up."

I stood up and followed behind him. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Qiu Xuan finally stopped at a stone staircase. He looked at me behind him and seemed to be a bit surprised that I could keep up.

The Hidden Sword Hall was located several tens of steps up. The Hidden Sword Pavilion was neither a tall building nor a thatched cottage. It was a square stone building with a height and width of over a hundred zhang. The entire stone building was airtight; one could not even see the door.

Qiu Xuan made a hand seal with his right hand and threw out a handprint onto the stone tower. Then, he bowed and said, "Disciple Qiu Xuan, bring the inner disciple Zhang Fugui from the Thirteenth Peak here to receive your weapon!"

After speaking for a while, an elderly voice came from the stone tower: "Who is this disciple?"

"Third Peak Master, Elder Qiu Xi!"

"Why is there no Dao number?"

"Disciple doesn't know!"

After a while, the voice spoke again, "Come in." The stone tower rumbled and a rock slowly sank down, forming a door.

Only then did Qiu Xuan stand up, glancing at me. "Go in, remember, it's up to fate."

Without a word, I stepped in. As soon as he entered, a sharp whistling sound abruptly gushed out like the tide. My chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood welled up in my throat.

"Quiet!"

A soft sound came to an abrupt end. I swallowed the blood in my throat and stared straight ahead.

"They're too lonely, don't mind them." The old voice sounded without a trace of apology.

With a low snort, I walked into the stone hall. In the middle of the stone tower, there was a huge stone hall. On the walls were countless blades, swords, blades, spears, and halberds.

I looked around before pointing at a sword and coldly said, "This one!"

"Young man, the killing blade looks different from when you touch it!"

After a moment of silence, I floated up and grabbed at the sword I had pointed at. I thought the sword had a spirit and would flee, but I was wrong. The sword was in my hand and there was nothing extraordinary about it.

Just as I was about to pull it out, a sharp pain suddenly appears in my palm. The sword has already returned to its original position.

"This sword doesn't suit you!"

I frowned and circulated my spirit power. The wound on my palm gradually healed and after a moment, I grabbed another long blade.

I can't catch this blade. It's not that I can't hold it tight, but it's that there's a wave of blade energy on it that my hand can't even get close to.

"This blade doesn't suit you either."

I gritted my teeth and extended my hand to grab a spear at the side. 'Bang!' I was sent flying several meters back. My Qi and blood surged upwards and my face paled. I had actually suffered some internal injuries.

"It seems that you are not qualified to use this spear."

"Shut up!" The anger in my heart could no longer be endured. This is a venting of anger, I will release my anger here! Eight months of meditation at the waterfall at the back of the mountain was only for the sake of calming the mind, but from the looks of it, it was as fragile as a cicada's wing.

The voice didn't come again, as if I'd shouted and backed away, but I knew he was just out of sight, sneering quietly, looking at me.

I floated in mid-air as the murderous aura in my entire body was unleashed. The entire Hidden Sword Hall suddenly felt as though it had turned into winter.

Killing intent was not about killing more people, it was about how strong and firm a person's killing intent was!

My murderous heart wants to break the heavens!

At this moment, all the weapons were trembling and emitting a slight humming sound.

"Are you afraid?" I said coldly.

"Since you're afraid, then submit!" I roared to the sky, and all the blades started to whistle again, as if they were responding to me. They all flew to my side, circling around me, flying in all directions.

I thought it was all. In fact, there were still a hundred or so weapons hanging on the wall. Some were still trembling slightly, as if they were struggling, while others remained motionless and seemed to be filled with disdain.

Step by step, I walked to the side of a slightly trembling sword. I raised my hand and slowly grasped it in my hand. It's not that I don't want those that aren't moving, it's that I know my own limits, which are these trembling weapons.

When I landed back on the ground, I withdrew my killing intent. All of the weapons had returned to their original positions.

I didn't randomly pick this sword, but I felt it absorbing my killing intent. This slight tremble wasn't out of fear, but joy!

With a pale face, I caressed the scabbard, slowly gripped the hilt, and slowly pulled it out.

It was a thin, cold sword, and filled with an intense coldness that contained ruthlessness and a desire to kill!

An old man in a grey robe appeared beside me at some point. He looked at me and sighed.

"You should not have chosen this sword!"

"Why?" I returned my sword to its sheath and expressionlessly asked.

"Because it will lead you to a path of slaughter!"

Sneering, I softly said, "That's great! What I want is exactly this!" But you are wrong, I am the one who brought it with me to kill! "

Laughing loudly, I turned around to leave, ignoring the grey-robed old man who kept shaking his head.

Only after leaving the Hidden Sword Pavilion did I feel pain all over my body. Upon closer inspection, the originally exposed skin was covered in tiny scars. This was from being injured by the aura of a soldier. He circulated his spirit energy for a while and the wounds disappeared. Only then did he realize that Qiu Xuan was still waiting there. I don't know how long I had been in there for, but it looked like at least an hour had passed.

"What sword did you take?"

Seeing me pull out a sword, Qiu Xuan's interest was piqued. The moment they met, he asked.

The corner of my mouth widened into a smile as I held the sword horizontally. "Zheng!"

The sword is entirely azure, and as thin as a cicada's wing. It has a hint of coldness in it, and a sense of bloodlust. Qiu Xuan nodded before turning to me with a slight smile.

"Is there a name?"

I shook my head. "I haven't named you yet. Why don't you name me?"

Qiu Xuan, I already don't have that much of an aversion towards him. Furthermore, he intentionally expressed goodwill, so I don't want to have another enemy. Back when we destroyed the Peace Village, he wasn't among the surrounding people.

Nodding, Qiu Xuan paused. "This sword, shall be called Qingshan."

The name didn't matter to me, but I nodded anyway.

"Good, from now on, this sword is azure in color!"