Three days had passed since Luo Feng arrived in the Ancient Land. During the last three days, he did not venture more than five miles from the store. It was because the Ancient Land System only protected five miles around the store. He was afraid that an ant could actually crush him in this world.
Don’t laugh at his cowardice. Have you ever seen an ant five feet tall? Have you ever seen an ant biting through a giant tree? He had seen it. Having seen that five foot high ant, he completely believed the Ancient Land System when it said that even an ant could squash him.
Speaking of the Ancient Land System, Luo Feng was full of anger. Despite the system telling him that it would give him an extraordinarily valuable product, he found that it was actually a first generation laundry powder.
Really! It was just a bag of laundry powder!
Even though the laundry powder said it could wash away karmic fire in the Ancient Land, he couldn’t help but feel depressed.
Will I ask the people and demons in this world, “Does your magic treasure have karmic fire on it? May I help you wash it?”
He smiled bitterly as he looked at the “Instant White Brand Laundry Powder” at his feet. Only four more days left. If I don’t sell it, I will die!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As he contemplated whether to move out of the barrier in search of a business opportunity, the Ziwei Mountain released thousands of rays of blinding purple light.
At the same time, countless figures rushed towards the deepest part of the light, as if something attracted them there.
“Ha ha… After waiting for so long, the Ziwei Sword finally appeared. I finally have a handy magic treasure.”
“Where did this toad come from? Get out of here. Someone like you doesn’t deserve the Ziwei Sword.”
“Get out of my way, all of you. Anyone who dares to stop me today will be killed.”
Hearing this, Luo Feng couldn’t help but shake his head. While working at his old shop, he used to read fantasy novels when he was bored. Every time a heavenly treasure appeared in the novels, it would result in a bloody struggle. In the end, a big BOSS would destroy these cannon fodder and take the treasure away.
Needless to say, many people would lose their lives for the Ziwei Sword.
Before Luo Feng could finish his sigh, a huge black shadow fell from the sky and smashed into the ground in front of the store. He glanced at it and found that it was an incomparably huge toad with dark red skin all over its body. The wounds on the toad’s back continuously oozed dark green liquid that made a sizzling sound when it hit the ground.
Because this toad was so unsightly, with just a few casual glances, he lost his interest.
A moment later, he saw other shadows fall from Ziwei Mountain. Some were monsters and some were humans. After so many days of observation, he had grown accustomed to the creatures in the Ancient Land, so he didn’t panic too much.
Whoosh!
Just as there seemed to be no more movement on Ziwei Mountain, a light rushed from the sky and fell directly on the mountain. Soon, a scream of horror came from above, “Yang Jian, why are you not at the sect? What are you doing here?”
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A cold voice resounded through the entire Ziwei Mountain. “Hand over the Ziwei Sword and I’ll spare your lives!”
The whole Ziwei Mountain quieted down, but soon there was a deafening roar, “Bah, our ancestor was beaten to death here, but you, Yang Jian, want to take the Ziwei Sword away with just a word. Wouldn’t that be too easy for you?”
“You dare!” The cold voice sounded again, and then Luo Feng found two black shadows falling from the sky.
Bang!
Something flew into the ground. When the fog of dirt dissipated, Luo Feng found a three-eyed man in colorful armor and flying cloud shoes in front of him. Under the feet of the three eyed man was a skinny old man with a giant gash in front of his chest spurting blood.
Yang Jian! The number one disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect (tl note: famous character from the story Investiture of the Gods).
The man’s name suddenly appeared in Luo Feng’s mind, but he did not get up to greet this person. Yang Jian clearly had a murderous look. Only the heavens know whether he would stab a hole in Luo Feng with the trident he’s holding.
Noticing that there was someone behind him, Yang Jian turned around and found that it was just an ordinary mortal, so he ignored Luo Feng. He grabbed the Ziwei Sword from the skinny old man’s hand and carefully examined it.
It was only then that Luo Feng saw the true appearance of the Ziwei Sword.
It was an exquisite sword, with several purple lights blossoming on it, giving off a sacred feeling that could not be violated. However, there was a pool of black blood on the handle of the sword. Under his surprised eyes, the black blood turned into a wisp of dark smoke and floated into the sword.
Before Yang Jian could make a move, the wisp of smoke had already rushed into the Ziwei Sword.
In an instant, the purple light on the Ziwei Sword retreated into itself. When he looked again, it was no different from an ordinary sword.
“Damn the bat fiend! To think that he would actually pour his whole life’s karmic fire into the Ziwei Sword before he died.” said Yang Jian angrily. He swung the Ziwei Sword, but there was nothing unusual except for sound from the burst of air.
Seeing this, people and demons who were originally interested in the Ziwei Sword shook their heads. “What a pity! The bat ancestor infused his karmic fire into the Ziwei Sword, turning it into scrap metal.”
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“This is karmic fire accumulated by the bat ancestor over a lifetime. Even a saint can’t erase it. Yang Jian came here in vain this time.”
“Now that the Ziwei Sword is ruined, Yang Jian will surely vent his anger on us. We’d better get out of here as soon as possible!”
As they talked, countless black shadows soared into the sky. Yang Jian frowned as he watched them leave, but he gave up on the idea of keeping them here.
After sizing up the Ziwei Sword in his hand, he shook his head and muttered to himself, “What an excellent sword! For it to be destroyed like this…”
Putting away the Ziwei Sword, Yang Jian was about to leave when a merry voice came from behind, “My friend, please wait a moment!”