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"Xian Yu Er Ge" did not delay and happily took the storage bag, saying, "With this, I can pretend to be a celestial being when I go out."
"Li Wei Feng" smiled, opened the wine jar, and poured a cup of "Spirit Wine" for "Two Minutes": "Big Brother, try this jar of Spirit Wine; it's definitely better than any wine you've had before."
"Xian Yu Er Ge," who loved drinking, began to salivate at the aroma of the Spirit Wine. As soon as "Li Wei Feng" finished speaking, he downed a cup in one go.
"Good wine..." Before he could finish his sentence, "Xian Yu Er Ge's" face turned red, and he hurriedly closed his eyes to circulate his energy. "Li Wei Feng" watched with a smile as "Xian Yu Er Ge" practiced, leisurely sipping and pouring more wine until half of the jar was gone. Only then did "Xian Yu Er Ge" open his eyes.
"What a fine drink! No wonder it's called the Spirit Wine of immortals. Just this one cup has raised my Inner Power, which I haven't moved for ten years." "Xian Yu Er Ge" sighed, looking at the wine jar as if it were a beautiful woman or a rare treasure.
"Li Wei Feng" said, "The remaining half jar is a gift for Second Brother. If Second Brother drinks a cup every now and then, it will not only enhance his inner strength but also prolong his life."
"Half a jar?" "Xian Yu Er Ge" widened his eyes. "Why is there only half a jar left?"
"Li Wei Feng" chuckled, "While you were cultivating earlier, I drank half a jar."
"What a waste!" "Xian Yu Er Ge" felt heartbroken and quickly stored the wine jar in his newly acquired storage bag, determined not to let "Li Wei Feng" touch it again.
"Li Wei Feng" found it amusing and changed the subject: "Where are Second Sister-in-law and the nephews?"
"They're behind; they won't be home until tomorrow morning. I was anxious to see you, so I rushed back using my lightness skill," replied "Xian Yu Er Ge."
"Li Wei Feng" asked, "Is there something that needs my help?"
"There’s something concerning 'celestials,' and it’s best if you immortals handle it," said "Xian Yu Er Ge."
"What is it?" "Li Wei Feng" asked eagerly.
"Three months ago, someone dug up a Porcelain Jar on Shaoshi Mountain. This Porcelain Jar is not only incredibly hard but also extraordinarily magical. Anyone who practices swordsmanship can reach inside the Porcelain Jar and pull out a sword that suits them perfectly..."
"In order to compete for this treasure, the martial world is engulfed in a storm of blood and chaos. The Zongfa Huasi and the Taiji Sect have stepped forward to convene a martial arts conference to discuss the fate of this Porcelain Jar, and I have been invited. However, I am not optimistic about this conference; the treasure is too alluring, and no one can resist wanting it. I fear that the martial arts conference will turn into a slaughter fest."
When Li Wei Feng heard the words "Porcelain Jar," his brows began to twitch. Xian Yu Er Ge asked, "Brother, do you know the origin of this Porcelain Jar?"
"I believe I do. This Porcelain Jar is what I have been searching for all along," Li Wei Feng replied. The Porcelain Jar that people in the martial world are fighting over should be the incarnation of the Eastern Emperor Bell in this world. It possesses the ability to penetrate time and space, and it seems that the so-called ability for 'martial artists to obtain swords from the Porcelain Jar' connects to some unknown world's Treasure Vault and Sword Mound.
—— In the world of Chu Liuxiang, Xue Family's Xue Yi Ren was seething with rage: "Damn thief, how dare you steal swords from my home! Once I catch you, you will pay with your blood under my sword!" ——
—— I just wonder if Chu Liuxiang will take the blame for this ——
"This Porcelain Jar is actually what you've been looking for?" Xian Yu Er Ge frowned. "That's great! You should quickly take it away to prevent further disputes and countless deaths."
Li Wei Feng nodded and asked, "When will the martial arts conference be held?"
Xian Yu Er Ge replied, "In a month."
Li Wei Feng said, "That should be enough time."
Xian Yu Er Ge asked in confusion, "What do you mean by enough time?"
Li Wei Feng explained, "Enough time for me and my senior sister to forge a batch of 'treasure swords' to distribute to all the heroes attending the martial arts conference."
Xian Yu Er Ge was astonished: "There will be at least ten thousand people attending the martial arts conference! Are you planning to forge ten thousand swords? How could one month possibly be enough?"
Li Wei Feng said, "The swords used by mortals are merely ordinary swords. Both my senior sister and I are skilled in forging techniques; we can produce fifty or sixty swords in just one hour. By then, there will be more than enough swords for everyone..."
Xian Yu Er Ge: "……"
"Rich man! Strong man!"
Li Wei Feng informed Hanno about the Porcelain Jar. Although Hanno had no memories, a voice deep within her urged her to listen to Li Wei Feng and to obtain the Porcelain Jar. Thus, she fully supported him, spending most of her time in her room refining a treasured sword, while Li Wei Feng took the time to accompany the Xianyu Family.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the martial arts conference was convened. Xian Yu Er Ge arrived at Fahua Temple ahead of others, bringing along Xianyu Da Ge's second son, Xianyu 6. After returning home with his older brother Xianyu Kong, both tested their Spiritual Roots. Unfortunately, not only did they lack it, but even Xian Yu Er Ge's five-year-old daughter also showed no sign of a Spiritual Root. Xianyu Kong was fine; he valued power more than anything else and was determined to pursue a Scientific Expedition into officialdom. However, Xianyu 6 was deeply disappointed. Li Wei Feng gave him a bottle of elixir to enhance his internal strength, which helped him recover and vow to become the greatest martial artist like his second uncle.
Li Wei Feng and Hanno set off for the conference, arriving above Fahua Temple in half an hour on their flying swords. They had invisibility talismans affixed to them as they hovered in mid-air. The Fahua Temple covered a vast area, hidden among dense forests with its mountain gates and halls. The Great Hero Hall stood majestically, with the Bell Tower and Drum Tower facing each other in intricate designs. The mountain gate was even taller, a ten-meter-high stone-carved triple archway inscribed with "Source of Ancestors" and "Land of Great Enlightenment." Behind the archway lay an expansive square, usually where the monks practiced martial arts; at this moment, many simple wooden pavilions had been erected around it, filled with leaders and high-ranking members from various sects. The scattered heroes of the martial world crowded outside the pavilions, jostling for space. Li Wei Feng and Hanno estimated that there were at least fifteen thousand people in the square. Fortunately, they had refined enough swords to provide one for each person with some left over.
The crowd below was clamoring for a glimpse of the Porcelain Jar. The Abbot of Fahua Temple and the leader of Taiji Sect stepped forward simultaneously to quell the noise. The Abbot instructed the monks to bring out the Porcelain Jar and place it in the center of the square. Instantly, all eyes were fixed on the Porcelain Jar, greed evident in everyone’s gaze.
The Abbot cleared his throat and spoke: "Everyone, the treasure is right here. I have discussed with Xuan Yang Zhen Ren and Hero Xianyu about holding this martial arts conference. All heroes may come forward to compete; the ultimate victor will receive this treasure. However, participants must hold back their strikes; lethal force will disqualify you from contention."
A murmur rippled through the crowd like hot oil sizzling in a pan as people began discussing excitedly. Many thought this idea was good, but some raised concerns: "Hero Xianyu is unmatched in skill; both the Abbot and Xuan Yang Zhen Ren are unfathomably powerful. If you participate in battle, what chance do we have? We might as well return home!"
"Amitabha!" The Abbot chanted a Buddhist phrase. "The monks of Fahua Temple have decided not to participate in this contest."
Xuan Yang Zhen Ren echoed with "Limitless Respect," stating: "I shall not partake in this competition either."
Xian Yu Er Ge smiled slightly; since the Porcelain Jar was something his disciple desired, no one here could claim it: "Hidden Sword Villa will not participate in this conflict."
Following this declaration, several factions closely associated with Xian Yu Er Ge received messages from him and withdrew from the contest upon learning that a 'divine being' would personally oversee the treasure.
The remaining factions and heroes were thrilled; with these powerful forces stepping back from contention, their chances of obtaining the treasure seemed greater than ever. Yet some cautious individuals pondered why these major powers would withdraw; it seemed suspicious—perhaps there was some hidden scheme or danger involved. These individuals suppressed their desires for the treasure and retreated to observe quietly.
However, someone raised another question: "How do we know if this Porcelain Jar is real or fake? What if Fahua Temple has forged a fake Porcelain Jar to deceive us?"
Fahua Temple's Fang Zheng replied: "Though it is indeed a Porcelain Jar, it is incredibly hard and cannot be shattered. You may throw stones at it to test."
The man snorted, "The Fabricator will naturally consider this; it's easy to forge and won't be easily broken."
The Abbot asked, "Then how will this benefactor prove it?"
The man replied, "Let me step forward and see if I can retrieve the sword from inside."
The crowd erupted in chatter, many responding enthusiastically. Everyone understood that with their own abilities, they would certainly not be able to obtain the Porcelain Jar treasure. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; it was more practical to first acquire a sword that belonged to them. Thus, they all voiced their agreement.
Fang Zheng and Xuan Yang Zhen Ren exchanged amused glances and casually pointed to five individuals, including the one who had raised the question, asking them to step forward to verify the authenticity of the Porcelain Jar.
The person who had asked the question was overjoyed and rushed to the Porcelain Jar, reaching inside. In the next moment, his hand emerged holding a peculiar sword. The man was slender, and the sword he held was small—less than a foot long—its blade adorned with intricate patterns, resembling a fish intestine.
"What kind of sword is this?" The man was very fond of the short sword but could not recognize its name. However, two travelers immediately identified it; wasn't this the Fish Intestine Sword that Zhuan Zhu used to stab King Wu?
The second person was tall and produced a massive sword. This sword had an ancient shape, its dark blade tinged with a deep green hue. It did not shine brightly but emanated a chilling aura. The man flicked the blade with his finger, and it rang out with a clear "clang," sounding like a dragon's roar.
The third person drew forth a beautifully adorned scabbard; the hilt was embedded with Moss Green Stone and inlaid with Gold Thread. The connection between the hilt and blade appeared to be made of gold but had an ancient bronze color.
The fourth person...
Hanno clasped his hands together in realization and exclaimed, "No wonder this looks so familiar; they are all famous swords! The second sword is the Eight Directions Copper Sword, and the third sword is the Zhaodan Sword..."
Li Wei Feng asked, "How do you know these names?"
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