Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: True Martial Sword

’I should go see Hundred Peaks first.’

’I’ll only feel at ease once I have that promised Magical Treasure in my hands.’

Xu Yunfan no longer hesitated. He summoned his Escape Light and flew straight toward Hundred Peaks Mount.

On Hundred Peaks Mount, having sensed Xu Yunfan’s aura, Daoist Master Hundred Peaks was already waiting for him in the Nine Bends Corridor.

Daoist Master Hundred Peaks beamed and said, "Junior Brother Xu, your timing is perfect. True Monarch Qing Yuan just ordered the Jiazi Vault opened to clear out some of its inventory."

"The Jiazi Vault?"

The Primordial Sect’s Jiazi Vault was a place of great importance within the Sect, specially used to store the Lifebound Magical Treasures of past Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters.

These Magical Treasures had extraordinary origins. Some were relics of Daoist Masters who had died in battle, while others were heirlooms left behind by those who, after exhausting their lifespan, chose reincarnation to cultivate anew.

According to Sect rules, if the reincarnated person failed to return to the Foundation Establishment Realm within three sixty-year cycles, their Magical Treasure would be taken into the vault to await someone with whom it shared an affinity.

Of course, aside from the Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters who died unexpectedly, the vast majority would never willingly contribute their Lifebound Magical Treasures to the Sect’s vault. They would typically find a way to hide them somewhere, waiting to retrieve them after their Innate Wisdom awakened in a future life.

Each of the Primordial Sect’s few True Monarchs had their own personal vaults.

Xu Yunfan said joyfully, "Thank you, Senior Brother Chu."

Xu Yunfan followed Daoist Master Hundred Peaks through the Thirty-Six Layers of Restriction. With each portal they passed, the restriction rippled open like water.

These restrictions were nested layer upon layer. There was a curtain of fire condensed from Cyan Nether True Flame, an iron gate forged from Profound Yin Cold Iron, and even an Evil Extermination Net woven from nine hundred and ninety-nine strands of Magical Power.

’An Evil Extermination Net, really...’

Xu Yunfan couldn’t help but grimace.

As they passed through the seventh layer of restriction, Daoist Master Hundred Peaks stopped specifically to remind him, "Junior Brother, you must remember: after this gate, do not use your Divine Sense to probe the niches on either side. Those are vicious weapons that have completely lost their Spiritual nature. Their auras are in extreme disarray, and they excel at devouring souls. They are all materials slated to be reforged."

Xu Yunfan naturally agreed readily.

As the final giant Bronze door slowly closed behind them, Xu Yunfan’s expression suddenly froze.

The so-called Jiazi Vault before him was actually a collection of shattered palace halls floating in a void.

Twelve broken Coiling Dragon Golden Pillars supported a crumbling dome. The ground wasn’t paved with Jade, but was instead a metallic expanse forged from countless melted weapon fragments. Every step kicked up the faint clang of metal on metal.

He could feel the residual sharpness of the weapons scraping at the soles of his feet.

This was a world apart from the treasury he had imagined.

"A poor showing, I’m afraid, Junior Brother."

Daoist Master Hundred Peaks flicked his sleeve, brushing away floating stardust. "True Monarch Qing Yuan dislikes gaudy decorations. This Jiazi Vault of the Profound Celestial Pavilion was originally half of a Sword Palace he brought back from the Outer Domain Battlefield. Back then, when the Wansheng Sword Sect deliberately triggered the great calamity, it was only natural they’d be the focus of everyone’s attacks."

Xu Yunfan’s gaze swept around. Only seven or eight Magical Treasures floated within the vast hall, making it seem exceptionally empty.

A Broken Blade was embedded in a stone platform in the northwest corner, its body entwined with struggling, blood-red chains. In the southeast, an ancient Bronze mirror leaned at an angle, its surface reflecting fragmented images of light from different times and spaces.

The most eye-catching object was thirty feet up in the center, where nine illusory dragon phantoms coiled around a tattered Battle Banner. The dark brown bloodstains on its surface were still slowly squirming.

"Feeling that it’s a bit shabby?"

Daoist Master Hundred Peaks chuckled. "Of every ten Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters from the Primordial Sect who reincarnate to cultivate again, eight will bury their Lifebound Magical Treasure in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs rather than obediently return it to the vault. Three years ago, when that master from White Deer Peak underwent Soldier Resolution, he even went so far as to erase the Spiritual nature of his three Magical Treasures..."

Hearing this, Xu Yunfan wasn’t surprised. ’As a disciple of the Demon Sect, being selfish is only to be expected.’

Before he could finish his sentence, a clear, piercing sword cry suddenly echoed from the dome above.

Xu Yunfan looked up and saw, on the highest broken beam, a jet-black Longsword pulsing with a cyan Sword Aura.

As the sword’s body trembled, all the scattered Magical Treasure fragments began to resonate with it.

There, where starlight streamed down from the dome, a Longsword, jet-black from hilt to tip, hung suspended in the air.

Faint Turtle Shell Patterns were visible on its blade, and the coiled serpent relief on the Sword Guard was actually slithering slowly.

When Xu Yunfan drew near, the Sword Artifact suddenly erupted with a thirty-foot-tall cyan light, illuminating his concealed True Martial Dharma Aspect in perfect detail.

The moment Xu Yunfan’s eyes fell upon the jet-black Longsword, the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture within him began to circulate on its own, and the Mixed Element True Seed in his Dantian trembled in resonance.

The Turtle Shell Pattern on the blade faintly echoed the scales of his Black Tortoise Dharma Aspect, and the coiled serpent relief on the Sword Guard began to move as if it were alive.

Without even touching it, he could already sense the Divine Martial True Intent that had lain dormant within the sword for countless years rushing toward him like a tide. The sword was actively calling out to the Divine Martial Dao Foundation within his body.

The smile in Daoist Master Hundred Peaks’s eyes deepened as he took all of this in.

"This is the True Martial Sword."

Daoist Master Hundred Peaks clapped his hands and chuckled lightly. "It was the personal sword of the previous Divine Martial Daoist Master. When the great calamity was stirred up back then, the Divine Martial Daoist Master used this very sword to drink the heart’s blood of seventeen Foundation Establishment Daoist Masters."

"That’s an exaggeration, surely?"

Xu Yunfan’s expression was one of astonishment.

Only after forging his Dao Foundation and entering the Foundation Establishment Realm did he come to understand the subtleties involved.

Within the same major Realm, unless one made thorough preparations and laid a Heaven and Earth Net, it was practically impossible to kill a Foundation Establishment Daoist Master on the spot and send them into Reincarnation.

Xu Yunfan fell silent for a moment, glancing at Daoist Master Hundred Peaks.

"It seems this sword was placed here specifically for me."

"For you?" Daoist Master Hundred Peaks shook his head. "To be precise, it was left for someone who cultivates the Divine Martial Dao Foundation. Otherwise, why would I have intercepted you in the Far North?"

"Why?"

"Because the True Martial Demon Devouring Scripture is related to a path to the Golden Core Dao. If handled correctly, the Primordial Sect might just produce another True Monarch."

Xu Yunfan understood. He nodded slightly and said no more. Possessing the True Martial Demon Devouring Scripture, he was a match made in heaven for the True Martial Sword. He truly had no other choice.

The moment Xu Yunfan grasped the hilt, his body trembled slightly.

A tsunami of Spiritual Power washed over him from the blade, and he saw countless memory fragments.

The Divine Martial Daoist Master slaughtering a multitude of Daoists on Xuankong Peak... The scene shifted, and he was in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, blood-sacrificing countless Loose Cultivators, and even disciples of the Three Sects... Finally, the image froze on a pair of pale hands reaching out from the void and tearing the Divine Martial Daoist Master in two.

’He actually provoked a True Monarch to act?!’

Xu Yunfan’s heart trembled. Looking at the True Martial Sword in his hand, he felt it was a bit too hot to handle.

’If I accept this sword, I’m afraid I’ll be tied to some major karma.’

’That old bastard... why didn’t he just hack you into meat paste and get it over with?’

Xu Yunfan couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

"Junior Brother?"

Hundred Peaks’s voice pulled him back to reality.

Only then did Xu Yunfan realize that his Dharma Aspect had manifested automatically. The three-headed, six-armed phantom merged with the sword’s light. The True Martial Sword connected with the stars above, forcefully drawing down their power to gather in its blade. The edge of the sword turned a blinding white, projecting the radiance of the Big Dipper onto the dome of the treasure vault.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and said with feigned casualness, "This sword and I seem to share an affinity. I wonder if I might..."

"Naturally."

Daoist Master Hundred Peaks smiled meaningfully. "However, a Foundation Establishment Daoist Master needs a Daoist Title. Since you have obtained the True Martial Sword, Junior Brother, you will need to choose one for yourself..."

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