Experience
"He actually subdued the Phoenix Blood Sword so easily?"
Seeing the Phoenix Blood Sword obediently fall into Ye Fei's hands, the Emperor, who was still standing in the corner of the mystic realm, could not help but gape in shock. After all, the Royal Family of the Zhao Kingdom had guarded the Phoenix Blood Sword for hundreds of years and subdued it for hundreds of years. However, no one was able to successfully subdue the Phoenix Blood Sword.
Sometimes, the Emperor even suspected that even his ancestor, Zhao Shenjian, was unable to subdue the sword. That was why he irresponsibly left it in the Zhao Kingdom, hoping that a descendant would be able to subdue it.
Now, Ye Fei had actually subdued it so easily. While the Emperor was happy, he also felt a little depressed. Didn't this mean that the entire Zhao Clan added together could not compare to Ye Fei alone?
After subduing the Phoenix Blood Sword, Ye Fei did not have time to be happy. As he dripped his blood on it, he immediately calmed his mind and checked the secrets within the Phoenix Blood Sword. However, other than the endless flames, he did not find any clues about the Burning Heaven Style.
"What's going on? Why are all the sword moves in the Phoenix Blood Sword gone?" Ye Fei was very puzzled.
The Emperor seemed to know something. He walked over and said, "Zhao Qianjun once researched this problem. In the end, he deduced that the sword moves in the Phoenix Blood Sword's memories should be part of the spiritual imprint left behind by the previous owner. Once it recognizes a new owner, the imprint will disappear."
"I see. The previous owner of the Phoenix Blood Sword was Zhao Shenjian. Could it be that Zhao Shenjian once grasped the Burning Heaven Style?"
The more Ye Fei thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. He immediately looked hopefully at the Emperor and asked, "Your Majesty, does your Zhao Clan have records of the Burning Heaven Style?"
"Burning Heaven Style? My ancestor did not pass down many sword techniques. There are no fire-type sword techniques. However, my ancestor came from the main Zhao Clan. The sword techniques in the Phoenix Blood Sword's memories are very likely passed down from the main Zhao Clan, "the Emperor said after some thought.
After the explanation, Ye Fei found out that the Zhao Clan did not rise from the Zhao Clan, but had migrated from a very powerful clan. Otherwise, there would not have been such a peerless monster like Zhao Shenjian.
Upon understanding this, Ye Fei realized that obtaining the Phoenix Blood Sword didn't mean that he would be able to obtain the Buried Heaven Style.
"Looks like I'll have to go to the Zhao Clan if I have the time, and inquire about the whereabouts of the Burning Heaven Style!" Ye Fei secretly made up his mind.
Seeing that Ye Fei had successfully subdued the Phoenix Blood Sword, the Emperor brought Ye Fei out of the secret space. He looked deeply at Ye Fei and said, "Ye Fei, treasure this sword well. Don't let it fall into the hands of the Heavenly Yin Cult."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. As long as the person is here, the sword will be here! It's just that I have nothing to repay you for giving me such a valuable gift. "
After saying this, Ye Fei couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. How precious was the embryo of a sacred artifact? Anyone who had such a weapon could fight against a sacred master, but the Emperor had chosen to give it to Ye Fei.
As if understanding Ye Fei's feelings, the Emperor smiled faintly and said with deep meaning, "It's yours, so it's yours in the end. Actually, giving you the Phoenix Blood Sword was partly out of helplessness, and partly out of selfishness. Ye Fei, promise me that no matter what method you use, you must destroy the Heavenly Yin Cult and rescue Yu 'er."
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. As long as I don't die, I will definitely rescue Zhao Yu. I can swear on my life!" Ye Fei's expression was solemn.
Not to mention his friendship with Zhao Yu, just this Phoenix Blood Sword was enough for him to complete the Emperor's task!
After looking deeply at Ye Fei, the Emperor smiled and shook his head. "There's no need to swear. I believe you! Now, hurry and leave. If the Heavenly Yin Cult finds out that the Phoenix Blood Sword is in your hands, they will definitely not let you off. "
"If I leave, what will happen to you, Your Majesty?" Ye Fei was a bit worried. After all, this person was Zhao Yu's father. Ye Fei couldn't bear to see him fall into danger.
Understanding Ye Fei's worry, the Emperor laughed even more heartily. "Haha, Yu 'er really didn't choose the wrong person! You don't have to worry about the Zhao Clan. That old witch married the Zhao Clan and my daughter was forced to join the Heavenly Yin Cult. No matter how ruthless the Heavenly Yin Cult is, they won't harm me. However, Ye Fei, you must be careful and take care of yourself! "
"Your Majesty, the same goes for you. Take care!"
Ye Fei understood that the Emperor was speaking the truth. Now that he had ignored Nan Ruofeng's order and rushed out of the Holy Land, he had committed a great crime. He had also killed Nangong Long in the Imperial City and had greatly angered the Heavenly Yin Cult. If the Heavenly Yin Cult attacked him now, the Holy Land would definitely not help him.
"It seems like I can't go back to the Holy Land. The only thing I can do now is to escape as far as I can. When I've increased my strength, I'll come back and look for Nan Ruofeng and the Heavenly Yin Cult to settle this once and for all!"
In the end, Ye Fei nodded at the Emperor. He spread his golden wings and flew out of the Imperial Palace with the Phoenix Blood Sword. The Old Mansion Master and Jing Wushou were waiting outside the Imperial Palace.
When they saw Ye Fei come out, they quickly went up to him. Looking at the Old Mansion Master who was seriously injured but still insisted on waiting for him, and thinking about Zhao Yu who had been captured and forced to become the Saintess of the Heavenly Yin Cult, Ye Fei felt a wave of pain in his heart.
Then, Ye Fei looked at Jing Wushou and said apologetically, "Senior Brother Jing, I'm sorry. I've implicated Sword Peak this time!"
"If you treat me as your senior brother, don't say sorry! You and Zhao Yu are my junior brothers and sisters. It's only right that I protect you. Unfortunately, we're still too weak! "
Jing Wushou sighed and felt helpless. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Ye Fei seriously, "Ye Fei, Master said that you can't go back to the Holy Land. Once you go back, Nan Ruofeng will definitely target you. What do you plan to do now?"
Ye Fei sneered when he heard that, "A Holy Land that sacrificed its disciples' happiness in exchange for a peaceful life. Even if they beg me to go back, I won't go back! This year, I'll try my best to train and break through to Martial King. Then, a year later, I'll fight with Nan Ruofeng. I'll also rescue Zhao Yu from the Heavenly Yin Cult! "
Although the Emperor had said that he was not allowed to swear, Ye Fei would never forget that Zhao Yu had sacrificed herself in exchange for the Phoenix Blood Sword. Then, he had the responsibility to rescue Zhao Yu.
"Train?"
Jing Wushou was stunned when he heard this. Then, he nodded and said, "It's good to go out and train. A cultivator can only grow the fastest in battle. That's right, where have you decided to train?"
"I want to go to the Sea of Constellations!"
Ye Fei enunciated each word clearly. He might not be able to destroy the Heavenly Yin Cult alone, but if he could rescue the Demon Emperor, with the Demon Emperor's strength, destroying a Holy Land would be a matter of one hand!
"What? The Sea of Constellations? Junior Brother Ye, you've really decided to go there? "Jing Wushou was shocked.
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