Lin Xuan sat on the ground with his back against the stone stele.
The Secret Art of Long Life surged within his body, quickly opening his fifth spirit vein. His aura instantly soared, and an invisible wave of air swept out in all directions.
The Secret Art of Long Life was very special. After Lin Xuan cultivated it, the spiritual energy within his body was abnormally strong. His current spiritual energy was no weaker than a sixth stage Meridian Condensation cultivator. If he really broke through to the sixth stage, he would be able to sweep away all sixth stage cultivators with a single hand.
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. His long and narrow eyes flashed from time to time, and a lazy smile hung on his face.
"My cultivation has increased, but I only found one stone. Looks like I have to hurry!" Lin Xuan was full of enthusiasm.
"I want a spirit root!" Wine Lord also shouted at this time.
"I want a treasure sword!" Lin Xuan was not to be outdone. Carrying the fine steel sword, he walked inside.
Not long after, a faint fog appeared in front of him. Lin Xuan felt dizzy from far away.
"Not good, there's poison!" He quickly retreated. His Shadow Step was now at the small success stage, so his speed was absolutely amazing. Leaving behind afterimages, Lin Xuan arrived at a safe place in the blink of an eye.
Going in deeper was not feasible. It looked like he could only go outside. Lin Xuan made up his mind and rushed outside.
The more he went outside, the more frightened Lin Xuan became. When he approached the outside, he felt the spiritual energy in his body rapidly drain away. This made him very frightened.
"Damn! It's dangerous inside, it's dangerous outside. Only the middle is safe. What kind of broken place is this! "Lin Xuan's face was full of helplessness.
Unable to think of a way for now, he could only stay near the stone stele.
The night was incomparably dark.
Lin Xuan chopped down some black trees to use as firewood. But not long after, he found that he had caused trouble.
From the chopped trees, a black whirlwind rose up and swept towards Lin Xuan. The fire that had just been lit was extinguished in an instant, and a huge suction force pulled at him.
Lin Xuan's body flickered with light. Green spiritual energy formed a thin layer around his body to resist the black wind. At the same time, he dug his feet into the ground and resisted with all his might.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Not long after, black whirlwinds came from all directions, quickly moving towards Lin Xuan. At this critical moment, a black spirit energy gushed out from his body. Half of his body was covered with black lotus patterns, and two black lotus leaves wrapped around Lin Xuan, blocking all the black whirlwinds outside.
A moment later, all the black winds disappeared, and the lotus patterns on Lin Xuan's body also disappeared. He felt that the mysterious black spiritual power in his body was gradually disappearing, and his face was extremely solemn.
In the past, it was this force that prevented him from cultivating, but now it was protecting him. This made Lin Xuan a little confused.
"Hmm? Little Xuan, there are quite a few brown stones behind you! "Wine Lord's voice interrupted Lin Xuan's thoughts.
Wine Lord's current state couldn't provide Lin Xuan with any substantial power, so he couldn't do anything in the previous scene. Lin Xuan also knew this, but this guy was always unwilling to mention the black lotus, which made him feel a little annoyed.
He helplessly turned his head, and was immediately shocked.
Seven or eight brown stones were scattered on the ground. The largest was the size of a millstone, and the smallest was the size of a fist.
"So many?" Lin Xuan was slightly stunned. "They must have been blown here by the strange wind."
Using the light from his spiritual energy, he placed the stones together, and then lit the firewood again.
Fortunately, there was no strange black wind this time. Lin Xuan knocked on the stones, preparing to cut them open one by one. His palm was like a knife, and with a wave, he cut open the brown stones.
In the end, there were seven stones, but only two things were cut out.
One was the spirit root that Wine Lord needed, and the other was a black tile the size of a palm.
Wine Lord smiled as he put away the spirit root, while Lin Xuan put away the black tile with a dark expression.
"Where's the promised sword?" Lin Xuan angrily hammered the stone tablet next to him.
Boom! Half of the stone tablet collapsed, making Lin Xuan jump.
"So weak?" Lin Xuan muttered.
"Alright, Little Xuan 'zi. Since you've helped me find a spirit root, I'll give you a sword," Lord Alcohol suddenly said.
"What, you have a sword?" Lin Xuan angrily stomped his feet. "If you had a sword, why didn't you give it to me earlier …"
"Young man, you're too impatient!" Wine Lord said unhurriedly. "Giving it to you now is a bit of a stretch. If you don't believe me, you can try."
As he spoke, a black whirlpool appeared in front of Lin Xuan. Immediately after, a dark red large sword flew out from it, and with a clang, it stabbed into the ground.
Unlike a normal three foot long sword, this was a large sword. The body of the sword was very wide, but not thick. The hilt was long enough for Lin Xuan to hold it with both hands without any difficulty.
Lin Xuan looked at the dark red large sword covered in rust, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although he liked the appearance of the large sword, it was too old. Many parts of it were covered in rust, and it was obvious that it was an antique.
"This is the treasured weapon you gave me?" Lin Xuan said worriedly. "It won't break once I use it, right?"
"Hmph, even if you break it, it won't break!" Wine Lord snorted coldly. "I originally wanted to give this sword to you after you became stronger. Giving it to you now is too much of a stretch."
Lin Xuan was unconvinced. "What do you mean by 'too much of a stretch'?" He walked forward and grabbed the hilt.
Comfortable, extremely comfortable! Lin Xuan didn't want to let go once he held it in his hands. It felt as if he was holding the hand of a goddess, and it was extremely comfortable.
With a slight force, Lin Xuan prepared to pull out the dark red large sword and use it to practice the Lightning Eclipse Sword Technique.
However, the dark red large sword didn't move at all.
"Hmph!" Wine Lord snorted softly, and then said faintly, "You're indeed too young …"
Lin Xuan's face darkened, and he pulled harder, but it still didn't budge.
He was stunned, and with a low roar, he used all his strength. Finally, the dark red large sword slowly rose, and gradually left the ground.
"Damn, it's so heavy. What material is it made of?" Lin Xuan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"Not bad, to be able to lift it with just the strength of your muscles, it seems like you're stronger than I thought." Wine Lord didn't hold back.
Lin Xuan's face darkened, and he finally understood why Wine Lord said it was too much of a stretch. He activated the Art of Long Life, and green spiritual energy jumped out, and a surge of power surged out of his body.
His arms finally stopped trembling, but with the support of his spiritual energy, he still felt very heavy. Lin Xuan tried to swing it twice, and found that his spiritual energy was quickly consumed.
Clang!
Lin Xuan stabbed the dark red large sword into the ground, and stood with it in hand.
"I say, Uncle Wine Lord, are you deliberately messing with me? How can I use the Lightning Eclipse Sword Technique with this sword?"
Wine Lord drank a mouthful of wine. "You'll get used to it, and conquering it will definitely bring you unexpected benefits. Think about it, if you can wield such a heavy sword like an embroidery needle, how strong will you be? "
Lin Xuan obviously knew that he was just saying a few words. From the moment he held the long sword, he fell in love with it.
"From now on, I'll walk down the path of martial arts with you!" Lin Xuan muttered. "I'll call you Hong Yan."
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