After the witch ripped out his heart, this mortal body began to lose control.

After the explosion, Lu Chengfeng stood firmly in place, completely unharmed.

This sword strike is very powerful, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from an early Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

Lu Changsheng, who was not far away, had already collapsed to the ground.

That sword strike just now completely drained all the spiritual energy from his body.

"Grandpa, this Thousand-Army Sword is truly domineering! It drained all my spiritual power with just one swing!"

"You should be secretly happy! The power of this sword strike is comparable to a full-force attack from an early Foundation Establishment stage cultivator."

Although it drained all your spiritual power, it increased the power of your attacks dozens of times over.

"There's just one thing I don't understand: why was your full-force sword strike just now completely no match for the casual sword strike you made earlier?"

Even in my prime, I couldn't have blocked that sword strike earlier.

Lu Chengfeng stroked his beard, pondering.

He was awakened from his dream by Lu Changsheng's words.

"That's simple. The first sword was more powerful because it absorbed all your spiritual energy."

The second sword absorbed all my spiritual power.

Your cultivation level is far superior to mine, so the power is naturally different.

Lu Changsheng's eyes lit up at the thought.

Therefore, the power of this sword depends on the amount of spiritual energy infused into it.

If I can infuse enough spiritual power, it wouldn't be impossible for me to unleash a full-force attack from the late Foundation Establishment stage when facing an enemy.

Lu Chengfeng nodded upon hearing this and put his hand on Lu Changsheng's shoulder.

"If you use sword techniques to enhance its power, it can be increased, and the consumption of spiritual energy can be reduced."

"You should recover your spiritual power first. Your grandfather will teach you a set of the Swift Swallow Sword Technique."

As he spoke, he slightly flipped his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand with a flash of light from his storage bag.

Lu Chengfeng raised his hand and pointed directly at the blue stone weighing several thousand kilograms outside the courtyard. He suddenly poured spiritual power into the sword, and the long sword hummed. A pale golden sword light burst out like thunder!

puff!

The sword light pierced through the bluestone in an instant, leaving a perfectly round hole the size of a fist.

"This is the 'piercing stone' style."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure hovering about ten feet in the air. He held the sword above his head with one hand, and the spiritual power he poured into the sword doubled, causing the golden sword energy to surge to about ten feet in length.

With a deafening roar, it slashed down!

The heavy bluestone was split neatly in two with a snap, the broken edge as smooth as a mirror.

"This is the 'Breaking Gold' technique."

Finally, he focused his energy and doubled the spiritual power he poured in. He swept the sword horizontally, and a semi-circular golden sword aura swept out, causing the air to explode wherever it passed.

A deafening roar!

The entire bluestone was blasted into countless fragments, which scattered in all directions.

"This is the dust-sweeping method."

"There are three moves in total, and you must remember them well."

Lu Changsheng sat on the ground, his eyes shining, staring intently at the long sword in his grandfather's hand, his heart pounding.

This amazing sword technique may seem simple, but its power should not be underestimated.

Grandpa used only an ordinary sword, yet it was so powerful.

If it were replaced by the force of a thousand troops, its power would be unimaginable.

Lu Chengfeng sheathed his sword, walked to his side, and his expression became even more solemn:

"Chang Sheng, this sword is an ancient treasure. You must not draw it out and show it to others casually, lest you bring about your own death."

It can only be your last resort for survival.

"Your cultivation is still shallow now. Once you break through to the Core Formation stage, you can refine it into a natal magic weapon, making it even more powerful."

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll keep that in mind!"

……

An hour later,

Dozens of villagers have gathered in Lu Changsheng's courtyard.

They are busy renovating the cottage.

These people look like villagers, but they all know how to cast spells by making hand gestures.

Everyone had their own tasks, and everything was done in an orderly manner.

Some used swords to whittle wood, while others used magic to move stones and demolish houses.

Lu Changsheng sat cross-legged on the open ground in the courtyard, repeatedly rehearsing the Jinghong Sword Technique that his grandfather had taught him.

He put a Qingling Pill, worth two low-grade spirit stones, into his mouth to calm his mind and suppress his inner demons and distracting thoughts.

Lu Chengfeng leaned back on a recliner not far away, smoking a cigarette made by Lu Changsheng.

He glanced at his grandson cultivating not far away, and felt very pleased with himself.

"What a wonderful child! He is just like me in both temperament and character."

He's reached the age where he can go out and see the world; he can no longer stay in this small Yunyang City.

Those old fogies from the Green Wood Sect actually look down on my grandson.

They're all blind, pedantic fools who can't recognize true beauty!

"It's better not to go to a minor, insignificant sect! If my grandson is to go anywhere, he'll go to the Chuyun Immortal Sect!"

The Green Wood Sect is one of the three affiliated sects of the Chu Yun Immortal Sect. Only by joining the Green Wood Sect and becoming an inner disciple can one have the opportunity to enter the Chu Yun Immortal Sect.

However, because of his mixed spiritual roots, Lu Changsheng had been regarded as a waste by the trial elders for many years.

Even if one were to join the sect, one could only become a menial disciple.

To put it nicely, they were menial disciples, but in reality, they were just free laborers who received very few resources.

Over the years, Lu Chengfeng had asked many people for help so that his grandson could enter the inner sect of the Qingmu Sect, but in the end, he spent spirit stones and still couldn't get things done.

After repeatedly hitting a wall, he should have given up on the idea of ​​sending Lu Changsheng to the Immortal Sect.

But now that his grandson is expected to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his hope has been rekindled.

……

"Grandpa Lu, something terrible has happened!"

The shout interrupted Lu Chengfeng's thoughts, and everyone working in the yard stopped.

Lu Chengfeng turned his head to look outside the courtyard with some displeasure: "Chu Feng, just say what you want to say, why are you shouting!"

A dark-skinned, thin young man in his early twenties rushed over, jumped over the wall into the yard, and hurriedly said to him:

"The Shen family's three flying boats are slowly flying towards our village!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the sky above Yunyang City.

What was bound to happen eventually happened; the Shen family came to settle accounts with him.

Three flying boats set off together, it seems they've mobilized their entire fleet!

The Shen family of Yunyang City has a total of seven Foundation Establishment cultivators in their main branch.

This doesn't even include the proud daughter of the family.

That one was even more remarkable; he was noticed by the Chuyun Immortal Sect early on and became a personal disciple of a certain elder.

Lu Changsheng heard that the eldest daughter of the Shen family had recently returned to Yunyang City.

Even if Grandpa were at the Foundation Establishment stage, he probably wouldn't be able to handle a family like the Shen family.

Not to mention that Grandpa's spiritual power, which had been drained by Po Qianjun, had not yet recovered.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the Shen family had to come at this particular time of year.

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng asked in a deep voice, "Grandpa, how much of your strength have you recovered?"

Lu Chengfeng said, "About 40%. They're here to pick you up. You can go by yourself; I won't go and join the fun."

……

Lu Changsheng looked at his grandfather in surprise. He never expected that his grandfather's mouth, which was usually 37 degrees Celsius, could utter such cold words.

The latter waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and fly towards Yunyang City on his sword.

Watching Lu Changsheng's departing figure, Zhao Si, who was busy repairing the house, came to Lu Chengfeng's side.

"Brother, the Shen family is making such a big show of force, can Changsheng handle it all by himself?"

"Don't worry, that kid's smart!"

"Quickly, set up a table next to me, brew a pot of tea and bring it over, we have guests arriving soon!"

……