This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

"A celestial weapon? Qianxing, you mean if I forge a sword using this meteorite divine light iron, I can obtain a celestial sword?"

Ren Qianxue was extremely excited.

As the eldest daughter of Hidden Sword Manor, the sword she currently uses is only a spiritual weapon, not even a spiritual treasure.

The thought of possessing a celestial weapon filled Ren Qianxue with uncontrollable excitement.

Ren Qianxing smiled slightly and remained silent.

Ren Jianhao turned and glanced at her, saying calmly:

"This isn't yours yet..."

Ren Qianxue's body trembled upon hearing this, and she immediately said in a panic:

"Father, I lost my composure for a moment. I would never dare to covet your treasure..."

Ren Jianhao frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, and said:

"Qianxue, you have good talent and ambition, but if you want to rise to a high position, these two things are not enough. You also need temperament."

Ren Qianxue kept her head down, not daring to speak.

After scolding his daughter, Ren Jianhao turned to his son with a sharp gaze.

"Qianxing, this is your last chance. If you fail to complete this task, not only will you lose the Hidden Sword Manor, but you will also lose this divine iron. Do you understand?"

Ren Qianxing looked down on Cangjian Manor, thinking it was nothing more than a dog of the Holy Sect's branch.

Although the manor possesses several spirit swords of the spirit treasure level, it dares not use them at all, because although these spirit swords were collected by the Hidden Sword Manor, they need to be handed over to the branch sect.

What's the point of controlling such a force? In the end, one can't live a carefree life.

However, while he looked down on the manor, he was determined to get his hands on the Meteorite Divine Light Iron.

With this thing, even just a little bit, he could forge his own immortal sword, leave the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and live a carefree life from then on.

Therefore, upon hearing his father's words, Ren Qianxing changed his usual behavior, clasped his hands and bowed, saying:

"Your son understands, your son...will not let you down, Father..."

Ren Jianhao was clearly very satisfied with his youngest son's answer.

He laughed and patted Ren Qianxing on the shoulder, saying:

"Alright, go back and pack your things. We'll set off tomorrow. Make sure you bring back the heads of the Yan family father and son."

The siblings clasped their hands in greeting and said:

"yes..."

Ren Jianhao nodded in satisfaction and left the secret room with his hands behind his back.

Ren Qianxing quickly followed. There were traps everywhere, and it would be troublesome if he went the wrong way.

Ren Qianxue glanced at the piece of meteorite divine light iron, her eyes filled with greed.

Watching her younger brother's retreating figure, a hint of murderous intent flickered in her eyes.

Ren Qianxing didn't react at all, but just followed closely behind his father as they walked out.

Ren Jianhao, who was walking at the front, visibly shifted his gaze and glanced back.

When Ren Qianxue saw her father turn around, she immediately lowered her head and silently continued on her way.

Ren Jianhao didn't say anything, he just narrowed his eyes and continued walking forward.

No sooner had the three left than a figure appeared out of thin air at the entrance to the secret room.

It was Wang Jingshu who had infiltrated the Hidden Sword Manor.

An invisibility talisman made her disappear without a trace, allowing her to follow the father and his two sons down into the secret chamber and overhear their entire conversation.

Watching the three people walk away, Wang Jingshu frowned slightly, thinking to herself:

"As expected, they're no pushovers. There's so much scheming between father and son, even to the point of murderous intent..."

Wang Jingshu shook her head inwardly, feeling extremely disgusted with this family.

Instead of rushing out, she remained in the secret chamber, carefully examining the meteorite divine light iron that radiated starlight.

The divine sense slowly covered the divine iron and gradually seeped into it.

Sure enough, Wang Jingshu sensed a very unusual power.

This power carries a chilling yet luminous quality, like starlight in the night sky—seemingly gentle, yet possessing an extremely powerful destructive force.

It is the most suitable power for forging weapons such as swords and blades.

"The power of stars... This meteorite divine light iron actually contains the power of stars..."

"If this divine iron can be used to forge a sword, it may attract the starlight of the nine heavens and transform it into a sword of starlight, the killing power of which will be unimaginable."

Wang Jingshu was somewhat shocked.

Such a thing doesn't even exist in the Jingming Cave Heaven; I've never even heard of it.

The Xuanhuang Great World truly lives up to its name; it is indeed rich in natural resources and abundant in resources.

Such a wondrous product could only be born in such a vast world.

"Could this be the family heirloom that the young man spoke of?"

Wang Jingshu sighed with emotion. It was no wonder that an ordinary family would suffer the calamity of being wiped out if it possessed such a treasure.

Having treasures but lacking the corresponding strength to protect them will only bring disaster.

Wang Jingshu raised her hand and waved it, directly putting the Meteorite Divine Light Iron into her Qiankun Bag.

As for the other spirit swords, she didn't even glance at them.

Although the sword was of low quality, it was her natal magic sword that resonated with her spirit.

Even if Wang Jingshu were to cultivate to the level of an Earth Immortal, she would never abandon Yiru Sword.

If the sword becomes insufficient in the future, Wang Jingshu will find a way to improve its quality.

With this sword, she cared nothing for any other so-called spiritual or immortal swords in the world.

After leaving the secret room, Wang Jingshu returned to the fifth floor of the Sword Tower.

With nothing to do, I casually flipped through the books in the building.

Most of them were sword manuals and martial arts secrets, but they were all ordinary techniques. Wang Jingshu only glanced at them and put them aside.

I was more interested in miscellaneous books.

He sat on the fifth floor reading all day, while at the same time his divine sense surveyed the entire Hidden Sword Manor around the clock.

There were hardly any kind people in the entire manor.

The strongest among them was that Zhuang Renjianhao, who had reached the fifth level of cultivation.

But the person who is truly the most hidden in the manor is the young master Qianxing, who on the surface seems to have no interest in practicing martial arts.

Wang Jingshu noticed that the siblings had left the villa, so she put down her books and left the library.

It is now almost certain that Hidden Sword Manor is indeed not a good place, just as the young man said.

Wang Jingshu had no interest in taking action against this group of mortals. One kick would flatten the entire manor, which would not only be boring but also create unnecessary karma.

"Looks like we need to find an agent..."

High above, Wang Jingshu muttered to herself.

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Inside the narrow slum of Yongxing Town, Yan Zangfeng and his father were brewing the medicinal herb they had snatched from the mouth of the strange beast.

This thing can strengthen the body and improve cultivation.

After the elixir was brewed, the father and son each drank half of it.

He then began practicing martial arts fist techniques and family-inherited sword techniques to temper his physique in that cramped thatched hut.

They didn't even have a decent sword; they had to use wooden sticks instead.

Half an hour later, both of them were drenched in sweat.

Yan Zangfeng first said excitedly:

"Father, I feel that my blood and energy have increased by at least 30%."

The father smiled and nodded, saying:

"I'm about the same, Dad."

At this point, the father and son suddenly seemed a little disappointed.

Yan Zangfeng said with a somber expression:

"If only my elder brother were still here, but alas, I am not as talented as him..."

The old man sighed, and the image of his eldest son appeared in his mind.

He was the most dazzling genius in the Yan family in a hundred years. He was only in his early twenties when he cultivated true qi and reached the fourth level of the realm.

Unfortunately... that night, the eldest son fought against dozens of experts alone to cover him and the youngest son, and finally died from exhaustion.

"Don't be discouraged. As long as you persevere, there will always be hope."

The old man comforted him.

Yan Zangfeng's eyes regained their light, and he nodded emphatically:

"Yes, Father, don't worry, I won't give up..."

After saying that, he continued practicing his fist and sword techniques.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the hut.

The father and son were startled. The father immediately crawled to the side of the straw bedding, lifted the straw, and revealed a hole that was only big enough for one person to crawl through.

The father and son squatted by the cave, ready to escape at any moment.

Who is it?

Yan Zangfeng asked.

There was a moment of silence at the entrance, then a calm and pleasant voice rang out.

"Didn't you ask me to uphold justice?"