I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

"This is the foundation of my Qingyun Sect—the Artifact Pavilion."

Murong Yan stood in front of the Qi Pavilion, his expression calm.

"The number of divine weapons and sharp blades inside the pavilion is countless, like the sands of the Ganges."

Upon hearing this, everyone present perked up and was filled with joy.

Murong Yan turned to look at Lin Feng and asked casually, "Lin Feng, do you have any spiritual artifacts you like?"

A strange light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he replied in a deep voice, "I have heard that deep within the Artifact Pavilion lies an ancient sword from the Primordial Era, and I wish to try and subdue it."

"What did you say?!"

Zi Yun looked at Lin Feng in disbelief.

"You actually want to subdue the Primordial Ancient Sword?"

"Exactly!"

Lin Feng spoke calmly, his expression resolute.

"Lin Feng, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but this Primordial Ancient Sword is far beyond the reach of ordinary spiritual weapons."

Zi Yun looked puzzled and slowly explained.

"This sword was obtained by the founding ancestor of my Qingyun Sect from the ruins of an ancient battlefield. Its grade is a mystery, and no one can figure out its true nature."

"Over the years, countless disciples and even elders with exceptional talent have coveted it and repeatedly tried to control it."

Without exception, before anyone could even touch the sword, they were violently repelled by the air currents surrounding it.

"At best, they suffer severe injuries; at worst, they die on the spot."

"Your strength is certainly remarkable, but ultimately it cannot compare to those sect elders."

The inner disciples watching from the surrounding area shook their heads and smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"Senior Sister Ziyun is absolutely right!"

Murong Xue, who was standing to the side, spoke up at the right moment, her tone solemn.

"Ever since the founding ancestor perished during his tribulation, the Primordial Ancient Sword has become a taboo within the sect."

"All the sect leaders in the past have tried to control it, but all of them have failed in the end."

Even the sect's holy maiden made such a judgment, making everyone present even more pessimistic about Lin Feng's actions.

Lin Feng is indeed a prodigy, with combat strength capable of fighting enemies across five minor realms.

But no matter how strong he is, how can he compare to the sect leaders and senior elders of the past?

How could Lin Feng succeed at something that countless predecessors couldn't accomplish?

A disciple offered gentle words of advice, his tone full of goodwill.

"Holy Son, do not act rashly. It would be safest to choose another spiritual weapon to avoid being injured by the Primordial Ancient Sword and delaying tomorrow's wedding."

To everyone's surprise, Lin Feng shook his head slightly, his attitude extremely firm: "So what? I have to try it myself before I'm satisfied."

"You really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"

"Everyone kindly advised you, fearing you would get hurt, but you insisted on your own way. Fine, do as you please!"

Zi Yun was both angry and helpless.

"Since the Holy Son is so determined and insists on giving it a try, then let him try."

Murong Yan smiled calmly, then turned and led his men into the Weapon Pavilion.

Only core elite disciples, including Zi Yun, were allowed to enter; ordinary disciples could only wait outside.

Upon entering the main hall, one is greeted by a vast and spacious hall.

At the deepest part of the hall stood a stone door, with a talisman engraved with auspicious cloud patterns pasted on it.

"This talisman is called the Azure Cloud Heavenly Talisman."

Murong Yan slowly explained to the crowd, "Anyone who touches it rashly will trigger an astonishing power, comparable to a full-force attack from a powerful expert of our sect!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and were secretly alarmed.

As expected of the Qingyun Sect's Weapon Pavilion, its defenses are formidable, and no petty thieves are allowed to trespass.

Murong Yan raised his hand and casually removed the Azure Cloud Heavenly Talisman.

Lin Feng, Zi Yun, and the others followed closely behind, entering the depths one by one.

"So many magical artifacts!"

The accompanying disciples stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with astonishment.

Inside the vast hall, countless dazzling orbs of light floated in mid-air.

Within each cluster of light lies a spiritual artifact brimming with spiritual energy.

These magical artifacts are all of superior quality, with the lowest grade reaching the Heavenly Rank level.

"The top six in the competition may come forward and choose their own spiritual weapons."

Murong Yan flicked his sleeves and spoke a few words of advice.

"Remember, with your current cultivation level, you can only control Heaven-rank spiritual artifacts. If you forcibly touch a high-rank spiritual artifact, you will definitely be injured by its backlash."

The crowd was overjoyed and immediately scattered to choose their favorite treasures.

Lin Feng's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, wishing he could take all the divine weapons in the pavilion into his possession.

"Lin Feng, come with me!"

With his hands behind his back, Murong Yan walked straight into the depths of the artifact pavilion.

Halfway there, he slowly stopped.

Lin Feng's gaze sharpened as he looked into the void ahead.

In mid-air, a dim, lifeless ball of light floated, utterly shrouded in darkness.

Within the ball of light, a long sword was faintly visible.

The sword is several meters long, with an ancient and grand design, and its surface is covered with a thick layer of dust.

No one knows how many years it has been sealed here, and it doesn't even exude the slightest bit of aura.

From a distance, it didn't even seem as spiritual as an ordinary celestial-grade spiritual weapon; it looked like scrap metal.

"Is this the Primordial Ancient Sword?"

Lin Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered to himself.

"good!"

Murong Yan stepped forward, his gaze distant and profound.

"This is the supreme divine weapon that the founding patriarch brought back then."

"Throughout the generations of sect leaders, it has been speculated that it is most likely a divine artifact from the heavens."

"The truth of this claim is difficult to ascertain and cannot be verified."

"However, after observing it, many top weapon refiners concluded that the material used to forge this sword was definitely not found on the Dragon Martial Continent."

Lin Feng frowned slightly, his eyes gleaming as he pondered to himself.

Could this Primordial Ancient Sword truly be a divine artifact from the heavens?

If true, its rank is probably immeasurably high.

If I can successfully refine this sword, I will be able to roam the world freely without any constraints!

His arduous study of the "Myriad Phenomena Sword Scripture" was intended to pave the way for mastering this mysterious ancient sword.

When the day comes that I have succeeded, I will wield my sword alone and roam freely across the land, unstoppable by anyone!

"What do you think of this sword?" Murong Xue asked with a smile as she stood to the side.

She had tried to subdue the ancient sword before, but as soon as she got close, she was repelled by the aura emanating from the sword.

If her father hadn't intervened and protected her, she would have been seriously injured.

"A peerless sword!"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone resolute.

His senses were sharp, and he could clearly perceive that deep within the blade of the Primordial Ancient Sword lay wisps of familiar aura, which were extremely compatible with the aura of his own Chaos Body.

It is obvious that this supreme divine weapon must have an unknown connection with the Chaos Body.

"You can go up and give it a try."

Murong Yan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly granting his request.

Lin Feng slowly stepped forward, but after taking only three steps, layers of air waves suddenly swept over him.

The air currents were not violent or fierce, but rather layered and heavy, like a mountain.

Lin Feng exerted all his cultivation power, but still could not advance an inch further.

Even the sand and gravel that had been covering the surface of the ancient sword were not stirred up at all.

It was like a hermit immortal, high above, indifferently mocking Lin Feng's overestimation of his abilities.

Lin Feng stood still and slowly closed his eyes.

In his mind, an ancient and mysterious scripture suddenly appeared—"The Chaos Controlling Army Technique".

The Chaos Heavenly Scripture is all-encompassing and is by no means a simple cultivation method.

The arts of alchemy, weapon crafting, and troop control are all contained within.

Legend has it that once this secret technique for controlling soldiers is revealed, even the most unruly and ferocious weapons in the world can be forcibly subdued.

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his fingertips flashing with magic, flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground and shouted in a deep voice, "Refine it!"

The next instant, a blazing beam of light burst forth from his palm, piercing through the air and heading straight for the Primordial Ancient Sword!

"Splash!"

Layer upon layer of air waves surged and rolled, like a raging tide, attempting to crush this mysterious light.

The mysterious light, seemingly both real and illusory, was unstoppable and pierced straight through layers of air waves.

Finally, it steadily disappeared into the blade of the Primordial Ancient Sword.

"This is……"

Murong Xue, who was standing to the side, suddenly opened her eyes wide, her face full of shock.

Murong Yan's pupils also contracted sharply, and for the first time, a look of emotion appeared on his usually dignified and composed face.

What happened next completely overturned the father and daughter's understanding!