Zhao Ling was now ready to carry out his usual activities. He was currently thinking about how to train in the Dark Forest without his powers being exposed.
“Damn it, how can I go back there? Only that forest can increase my strength within three years. However, if I leave without permission, Mother will get sick again, and if I ask for permission, she will definitely not allow it,” muttered Zhao Ling. He felt frustrated thinking about how to return to train in the Dark Forest.
Since he couldn't find an answer, Zhao Ling left his residence and headed towards Wunzen City. He wanted to look around for something interesting.
Zhao Ling walked among the bustling pedestrians; no one paid attention to him, and neither did he care. He continued to look for something that could pique his interest until he arrived at a tower-like building which was none other than the Bai Pavilion.
“Hmm, so the Bai Pavilion is also in the Eastern Continent; I didn’t expect them to be here,” muttered Zhao Ling. Yes, the Bai Pavilion was a grand pavilion in the Central Continent. There were six pavilions in the Central Continent with such immense power that even ancient clans wouldn’t dare to offend them.
Zhao Ling then entered. The first floor of the Bai Pavilion was quite crowded, with many cultivators searching for their respective needs.
Zhao Ling looked around, but there were only low-level herbs and pills on the first floor, so he wasn’t interested. He went straight to the second floor, where there were fewer people, and various artifacts were sold.
“I don’t have a sword now; I think I’ll look for one here, even if it’s only a low-level one,” Zhao Ling muttered. He then looked around to see if there was a sword that suited him, and he found a pretty good-looking sword, though it was covered in rust. The sword’s guard resembled a lotus.
“This sword, why do I feel like it’s not just a Mystic-level sword?” he muttered. He then held the sword, but something surprised him.
“Damn, this sword is so heavy! Even though it’s only half a meter long, why is it so heavy?” He gritted his teeth and finally managed to lift the sword, though his hands were trembling slightly. However, he got used to it.
Zhao Ling then brought the sword to the cashier to pay for it.
“Attendant, I want this sword, how much is it?” he asked.
“Oh, Young Master, you have excellent taste. We found this sword in the Dark Forest, and it’s very heavy. If you want to buy it, it’s only one hundred gold coins,” the attendant said politely, explaining where they had found the sword.
Without further ado, Zhao Ling took out one hundred gold coins. He had obtained a lot of gold coins while inside the cave in the Dark Forest, so he had plenty.
After paying for the sword, Zhao Ling kept it in his storage ring and immediately left. He then went sightseeing in the city for a while, and after he was satisfied, he returned to the Zhao Clan. As soon as he reached his residence, he went straight to his room after checking on his mother, who had started to recover.
Inside his room, Zhao Ling took out the sword he had bought and examined it closely. After observing it carefully, his brow furrowed.
“Strange, why do I feel like this sword isn’t just Mystic-level? Let me try dripping my blood on it,” he muttered, and then he cut his hand with the sword, which turned out to be extremely sharp.
“Damn, this sword is so sharp! Its sharpness doesn’t match its level,” Zhao Ling mumbled in annoyance. He clearly saw the blood remaining on the blade; the blood was absorbed into the sword and created a vibration. Shortly after, a hot aura emanated from the sword, making his eyes widen.
“Damn, Golden Emperor Fire (4)!” exclaimed Zhao Ling in astonishment. He quickly formed a formation with his soul power to prevent the hot aura from leaking out, but strangely, a golden flame burst out from within the sword and directly entered his body.
“Arghhhhhhh!”
Screams after screams escaped from Zhao Ling’s mouth as the flame entered his body. He quickly sat cross-legged. Although he felt like he was being burned by the fire, he could only scream and endure the pain. Fortunately, he had set up a formation beforehand, so no one outside would hear his screams.
Inside Zhao Ling’s body, the golden flame entered his dantian and settled beside the White Serpent’s beast fire, causing the white flame to feel like escaping from his body, making the pain even more unbearable.
“Arghhhhhhh, what’s actually going on? Why is the Golden Emperor Fire in that sword?” roared Zhao Ling, who was experiencing pain all over his body, but he still maintained his consciousness.
Time flew by just like that. Five days later, an energy surge occurred inside Zhao Ling’s body, and soon, muffled sounds were heard within him.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Nine muffled sounds rang out, signifying that Zhao Ling had leveled up consecutively. However, he still hadn't opened his eyes. He continued to close his eyes, absorbing the natural energy from the outside to strengthen his foundation. Finally, near nightfall, he opened his eyes.
“Damn, I almost died because of my own carelessness,” muttered Zhao Ling in annoyance. He then tapped his finger, and a golden flame emerged from it.
“Why is this fire here? Isn’t this fire supposed to be the inheritance of the ancient Gu Clan? But why is it now in the Eastern Continent?” he wondered. Yes, for a year, the Golden Emperor Fire had been a heavenly flame belonging to the Gu Clan, passed down for generations, but he had no idea why it appeared in the Eastern Continent and even ended up with him.
“Forget it, it’s none of my business now. This fire is mine, and because of it, my cultivation has increased to the 5-star Master realm. Hmm, and the Golden Emperor Fire has also tempered my body into a King-level body. This is a good thing. With this, I don’t have to worry about my physical strength for the time being,” Zhao Ling muttered with a happy smile. It was as if behind his carelessness, he had obtained great fortune.
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