C3 Nine Vein Divine Sword

The sword was about three inches wide and five feet long. Although it was made of bronze, the patterns on the sword were already covered in rust and the color was dim. It had already lost its original luster and spirituality.

"Feng, don't look down on it. It used to be a terrifying Nine-vein Divine Sword of the martial arts world." The old man in the cave said.

How was it possible for a Divine Weapon to be a Superb Divine Weapon? Gao Feng looked at the rusty ancient sword again and his face was filled with disbelief.

His master had once told him that on this continent, there were different levels of weapons. They were split into universal weapons, mystical weapons, Royal weapons, Immortal Weapon s, and divine weapons. Other than general weapons, other weapons were divided into inferior, superior, and superior. The best quality was still the Superb Divine Weapon s, and they were the highest grade weapons on this continent, able to move mountains and fill the seas.

Furthermore, this ancient sword that gave off an ancient aura seemed extremely weak without any edge. How could it possibly be a Superb Divine Weapon? Could it be that his master was trying to trick him?

The old man in the cave seemed to have understood his thoughts, he sighed and said, "Master has said, it was once a Superb Divine Weapon, I am talking about the past, and not the present. Now, it is just a general soldier, no, not even equal to a general soldier."

So it was a destroyed godly weapon. Gao Feng finally understood. But since it was ruined, it couldn't even be compared to the universal weapon. So why did his master give it to him? He wasn't a trash collector!

The old man in the cave seemed to have guessed Gao Feng's thoughts again as he snappily said, "Smelly brat, do you think I'm really that stingy to send you away like a beggar?"

"…" Gao Feng had that thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, he was his master, and without him, he wouldn't be who he is today. Fifteen years ago, if his master hadn't picked him up, he would have starved to death and turned to mud.

"Even though this Nine-vein Divine Sword has been destroyed and almost became a broken sword, it is still a divine weapon after all. As long as the sword body and hilt are still there, it can still become an invincible divine weapon." The old man said in a sonorous voice.

"Ah, is there such a thing?" Gao Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

"Brat, when did I ever lie to you?" The old man said angrily.

Gao Feng couldn't see his expression as the old man was in the cave, but from the way he said it, he should be angry. He quickly flattered: "Master, what you said is more true than gold, it's just that your disciple has never heard of such a strange thing and is curious about it."

"That's because you're ignorant." The old man snapped, but his face soon revealed a look of guilt, "It's not your fault. It's all my fault for being useless. I haven't shown any signs of getting better after recuperating for so many years. It seems that I have really aged."

"Master, you're not old yet. Your cultivation has once reached the Martial Immortal Stage, so you should be able to live for three or four thousand years according to the rules. However, you're not even a thousand years old yet. Gao Feng comforted her.

"According to the rules, this is how it is. However, I have been severely injured, and my meridians have been completely destroyed. Right now, I am not even comparable to an ordinary Martial Cultivator. I am also very satisfied with living for so many years." The old man sighed and said.

What the old man said was the truth. Ever since Gao Feng could remember, his master had been paralyzed on the bed and hadn't left the cave for almost a dozen years. In the past, the old man's injuries were not as serious. Later on, when he was recuperating, he made a mistake, which caused his Qi to go berserk, his tendons to be destroyed, and his entire body to be paralyzed.

"Master, tell me, who beat you up like this, I must avenge you." Gao Feng said while grinding his teeth.

When the old man first saw Gao Feng's exceptional talent, he also had plans in this regard. However, as he got older, his cultivation stagnated and he no longer held any hope. Although martial cultivators could live for several thousand years, the best time to cultivate was before the age of fifty. Those over the age of fifty were basically set in stone. Gao Feng was still a first stage Martial Cultivator at the age of fifteen, but the geniuses at his age had already entered the warrior realm, while the peerless geniuses had even entered the Martial Master Stage.

Let alone taking revenge on those ashes from the Martial Immortal Stage, even his disciples and grandchildren who were around his age couldn't beat him. This was because the higher the peak level of experts, the higher the requirement to choose a disciple. They would either be a top-notch genius or a top-notch genius, and someone their age should reach Peak of Martial Cultivator Stage or rank 1 Martial Master. How could a first stage Martial Cultivator like him possibly fight against them?

The old man said: "Before you reach the Martial Immortal Stage, and before you possess a Superb Divine Weapon, don't tell me that you want to avenge me. On the path of martial cultivation, strength that was important to was extremely difficult to challenge. There were some geniuses that could challenge two small realms, but they had no chance of defeating a large realm. For a grand character of the Martial Immortal Stage to want to kill a small Martial Cultivator is but an act of will. "

Gao Feng was not a brainless man. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Master has taught me sincerely. I will engrave it in my heart."

"I'm not going to talk to you about the great reason why I'm here. I'm going to tell you about the Nine Vein Divine Weapon. If you pull it out and take it out, you'll find that the blade has nine veined patterns." The old man said.

Hearing this, Gao Yang picked up the ancient sword and took a look. Sure enough, he discovered that the rusted sword had nine faint veins on it. It was too dim, so if one wasn't carefully observing it, it would be difficult to detect.

"Right now, this Divine Weapon is like a dried up riverbed that needs a large amount of river water to moisturize it. As long as the Soul Power nurtured it, it would awaken its spirit and slowly regain its former sharpness. As long as you nurture a meridian, your fighting strength will increase greatly. To put it more bluntly, you are now a first stage Martial Cultivator. If a vein pattern appears on this Divine Weapon, you will be able to defeat a first stage Warrior. "

"If he's so amazing, and he can challenge a whole realm beyond his cultivation realm with just a meridian mark, then wouldn't I have no fear of Martial Immortal Stage if I nurture nine meridian marks?" Gao Feng said in both surprise and joy, "If that's the case, then avenging you, Master, will become an easy task."

The old man said, "Disciple, your thoughts are too naive. Even if you had nurtured nine veins on this Divine Weapon and recovered its sharpness, you can only challenge one realm at most, and you can't challenge two great realms, let alone a great figure of the Divine Martial Immortal Stage."

"So that's how it is." Gao Feng fell straight to the bottom from the clouds above. However, to be able to challenge someone of a higher level, it showed that he was truly a priceless real godly weapon.