"Clatter."
A phone fell to the ground.
A young girl who had quietly picked up her phone and was trembling on the keyboard suddenly turned pale.
A chubby auntie next to her immediately fainted on the ground.
Ordinary people had never seen such terrifying destructive power. This kind of incomparably strong visual impact was the most direct. Everyone kept quiet out of fear and didn't dare to move at all.
After entering the storeroom, Pei Feng only took out two glass-inlaid mahogany gift boxes and handed them to Ma Yunbiao.
Li Zexin's so-called "not for sale" were the two treasures of the shop.
One was a 350-year-old snow lotus, and the other was even more amazing. It was a 500-year-old ginseng.
A 500-year-old ginseng … it was not an exaggeration to call it the king of ginseng!
"Put these two in the car as well. Also, destroy the phones of the shop assistants and keep an eye on them. Don't let them call the police for now."
Ma Yunbiao looked at Pei Feng with a sad face. "Mr. Pei, if you do this … how will I survive in Zhe Province? The Li family of Jiangnan will definitely come after me! "
Pei Feng glanced at him and said lightly, "Oh? Is it more important to live or to survive? "
Ma Yunbiao shuddered as soon as he heard this. Without another word, he took the two gift boxes and turned to walk out of the storeroom.
Pei Feng did not linger. He walked out of the storeroom with his hands behind his back and went straight to the back door of the Spring and Autumn Herb Hall.
A hundred meters behind the Spring and Autumn Martial Hall was the Spring and Autumn Martial Hall. There were loud, rhythmic shouts. It was obvious that many students were practicing martial arts.
Probably because of the loud shouts, no one in the Spring and Autumn Martial Hall had heard the loud bang when the steel door was broken. Not a single person ran out to see what was going on.
Pei Feng did not even look at it. He slowly walked past the front door of the Spring and Autumn Martial Hall.
In front of the Spring and Autumn Martial Hall was a vast grassland. The Ancient Hall of Spring and Autumn was on the east side of the grassland. The building style was like a long gallery.
Behind the Ancient Hall of Spring and Autumn was a 200-meter-tall mountain that resembled the edge of a sword, accompanied by the clear sound of crashing waves.
They were still a thousand meters away, but as soon as he saw the sharp mountain, Pei Feng's expression immediately froze. What a majestic and rich Qi of Heaven and Earth!
His sensitivity to Heaven and Earth's Yuan Qi was stronger than any other cultivator on Earth. This was the result of his 2,000 years of life and death experience in the Immortal, Devil and Demon Realms.
Even from such a distance, he could still smell the aura of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. This was definitely a treasure land for cultivation.
Of course, such a place was the best cultivation ground for immortal cultivators, but not demonic cultivators.
If he had to choose between this Immortal Waterfall and Heavenly Mist Mountain's Baleful Yin Ghost Cave, Pei Feng would choose Heavenly Mist Mountain's Baleful Yin Ghost Cave without hesitation.
Devil Qi, Yin Qi, Evil Qi, Death Qi … these types of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were what demonic cultivators loved the most. They were also the most effective for cultivation. Immortal Qi, Demonic Qi, and normal forms of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were the second choice for demonic cultivators.
Taking a deep look at the lush and verdant mountain, Pei Feng's figure flickered, his speed increasing. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance of the Ancient Hall of Spring and Autumn.
The entrance of the Ancient Hall of Spring and Autumn was surrounded by a protective tape. Two young guards walked out from the guard room.
"Hey! What are you doing here? What are you doing here? "
"Go go go, this place is not for sightseeing!"
With a single slap, the guards fainted. With a loud bang, the glass shattered into pieces. Pei Feng broke through the door and entered.
The Ancient Hall of Spring and Autumn was an antique collection house. Zither, chess, calligraphy, paintings, vases, hairpins, cauldrons, everything.
The weapons section was located in the innermost room, and there were about sixty to seventy ancient weapons and armors.
As Pei Feng slowly walked past each cabinet, his brows gradually furrowed.
What kind of weapons?
They were all pure antiques. Some of them were rusted, damaged, and on the verge of decay.
Just as his brows furrowed and his heart was filled with disappointment, he suddenly stopped.
In front of him was an upright cabinet, inside of which were two sabers.
One was a two-meter long Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade. It stood upright in the middle of the cabinet, mottled with copper rust, but it did not lose its majesty.
The other was fixed to the bottom left of the Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade. It had no scabbard, and its body was slender and as black as ink. It was a black Tang Saber.
Pei Feng casually waved his hand, shattering the glass. Without even looking at the Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade, he bent down and picked up the black Tang Saber.
Once his hand gripped the hilt, the black Tang Saber actually made a "zheng" sound, emitting a light yet strange sound. Accompanying this sound, the cracked body of the Tang Saber rustled and some fragments fell off.
"A Saber Soul? How rare, I didn't think that the ancient sabers on Earth would be able to nurture a Saber Soul … Unfortunately, this saber's body is already riddled with scars. It's like an arrow at the end of its flight. "
Sabers, swords, axes, axes, and other cold weapons were not living things. They did not have souls, but weapons could nurture and nurture their own intelligence. This intelligence, in the Immortal, Devil, and Demon Realms, was called "Soul".
Using a saber as an example, there were many ways to nurture and nurture a Saber Soul. Staining it with the blood of a thousand people, constantly forging and sharpening it, using a secret technique to nurture the saber, using one's own blood to supplement the saber with a special weapon nurturing method, etc.
However, no matter which method was used, it was extremely difficult to nurture a Saber Soul.
For example, the first method, staining it with the blood of a thousand people.
Staining it with the blood of a thousand people was easy to say, but it was extremely difficult to do.
In times of war, it was possible to stain a saber with the blood of a thousand people. But in times of peace, to want to stain a saber with the blood of a thousand people was almost impossible. This was because the word "stain" was not as simple as it sounded.
When a person was wounded by a saber, their emotions would fluctuate greatly, and this emotional fluctuation would breed a murderous aura. If the person was killed, the murderous aura would be even heavier. When the murderous aura rushed into the saber, then it would be considered as truly being "stained with blood".
Moreover, although the human body's bones were not as hard as metal, they were the most vulnerable part of a saber.
Unless the saber was forged from a heavenly metal, or a famous saber forged by a true master blacksmith, an ordinary saber, no matter how hard, no matter how good the quality, would find it difficult to last more than a thousand people. More often than not, the saber would be riddled with scars and could no longer be used.
This Tang saber's murderous aura was extremely heavy. Although it had been covered in dust for many years, Pei Feng could still smell the faint smell of blood.
This was definitely a saber that had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, and had gradually nurtured a Saber Soul!
Moreover, looking at the murderous aura, the heavy smell of blood … this saber was close to being "stained with the blood of a thousand people"!
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