69: Chapter 69 She's really good at lying

Feng Yange summoned her divine sword from behind her, and a powerful wave of pressure instantly shattered the incoming Sword Intent.

"Feng Yange, who exactly are you?"

A figure appeared in a flurry; it was Xiao Linger. She had used a test at the Spirit Emperor Realm, yet it had been shattered by Feng Yange's Sword.

"It's you?"

Feng Yange narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized Xiao Linger. "What is the meaning of this? I have no grudges against you, so why are you trying to kill me?"

"I was merely testing you. I didn't expect you to have a divine sword on you." Xiao Linger's greedy gaze fixed on the divine sword hovering above Feng Yange, her fists clenching tight. The divine sword could only be hers.

"Using such a terrifying Sword Intent against someone at the Spirit Emperor Realm—this isn't a test, it's an assassination attempt." Feng Yange was annoyed. Since peace wasn't an option, they might as well drop the facade; if worst came to worst, they would both go down together.

"I heard you are the only one on the Xuanling Continent with a Trash Spirit Root. I'm curious to know how you grew a Spiritual Root. Also, where did you get so much spirit spring water? Why is your speed to Cultivate so fast? And how did you get your hands on this divine sword?"

Xiao Linger's eyes grew more curious. She itched to unearth all of Feng Yange's secrets. She could sense that Feng Yange held many secrets, and all of them were things she wanted to know.

Feng Yange swept a cold glance over her, walked to the campfire, sat down, and continued roasting meat.

"Is there a possibility that I was never a Trash Spirit Root to begin with? As for the secret of the spirit spring water, you haven't told me anything, so why should I tell you?"

Xiao Linger trembled with rage. How dare she speak to me like that.

"Feng Yange, do you know who I am? I advise you: this divine sword is not something you can possess. Give it to me, and I will spare your life."

Xiao Linger drew her Sword and pointed it at Feng Yange, her arrogance flaring, but Feng Yange didn't even spare her a glance.

"A divine sword recognizes its master. Why are you asking such a foolish question? Did your Xiao Family not teach you this principle? Instead of trying to snatch something that doesn't belong to you here, you'd be better off searching for your own Opportunity. There are plenty of Legacies to be found in this Sword Tomb."

Feng Yange handed a skewer of roasted meat to Sword and ate her own, minding her own business. Xiao Linger glared at Feng Yange with venomous eyes; she would absolutely not let Feng Yange off. That divine sword would be hers sooner or later.

After Xiao Linger left, Feng Yange roasted several more skewers of meat, then took a dagger to slash her palm, letting her blood drip onto the ground.

"I swear by my blood: I, Feng Yange, sincerely invite you all to taste the flavor of the mortal world. Sword Spirit brothers, this roasted meat is all for you. Help yourselves, free of charge."

Feng Yange didn't care whether the Sword Spirits paid her any mind. After roasting a huge pile of meat skewers, she stood up and began practicing her Sword moves with Sword.

Of course, what Feng Yange practiced was the Feng Family Sword technique—the lowest-grade Cultivation Technique at that. She practiced it over and over, all while diligently sneaking peeks at the Sword Spirits that had gathered by the campfire. A faint smile curled her lips as she continued to practice.

"What kind of trash Sword technique is that? It's truly an eyesore."

"The Spiritual Root talent is decent, but it's a pity the Sword technique is so low-level; it's unwatchable."

Two voices critiqued Feng Yange, eating the roasted meat while not forgetting to drink.

"This girl is quite thoughtful. We've been here for thousands of years, and this is the first time someone has roasted meat and given us wine."

"This taste reminds me of the days when I roamed the world with my master. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed; things have changed, people are gone, and my master is long dead. His Sword technique has also been sealed away."

The two Sword Spirits reminisced about the past, taking a few sips of wine before they began to critique again.

Feng Yange practiced diligently, but the Sword technique was just too low-level. Before long, the two Sword Spirits couldn't stand it anymore. "Which Family are you from? How can your Sword technique be so low-level?"

"Seniors, this is the Sword technique of the Feng Family, the head of the Ten Great Families of the Xuanling Continent. I snuck a peek at the Family Disciple practicing it. I have offended your eyes; please forgive me." Feng Yange lowered her eyes, a hint of sadness in her tone.

"What kind of trash head of the Ten Great Families? How embarrassing. Watch closely. My master's Sword technique was peerless when he was alive. I will demonstrate it once; how much you can learn is up to your own fortune."

The Sword Spirit began to demonstrate. Feng Yange clapped in amazement. "Senior, you are too amazing! This is the first time I've seen such a fierce, domineering, yet cool Sword technique. It's incredible!"

"What's so special about his Sword technique? It's not as elegant as mine."

The other Sword Spirit also began to demonstrate. Feng Yange exclaimed in amazement again, "Senior, what a great Sword technique!"

"Girl, watch well, learn well!"

Feng Yange nodded repeatedly, clapping and cheering, watching with extreme focus.

After the two Sword Spirits demonstrated their unique skills, Feng Yange hurriedly handed them roasted meat. "Thank you, Seniors, for your guidance. This is freshly roasted meat, and here is some wine, an offering for you two Seniors."

The two Sword Spirits sat there, took the wine, and just by taking a sniff, they looked completely satisfied.

"Good wine!"

Of course it was good wine; it was all high-quality wine redeemed from the System Mall.

"Girl, let us see how much you have learned."

Feng Yange agreed and performed the Sword technique they had just demonstrated. The two Sword Spirits stared in shock. "Girl, your talent is extremely high! You actually learned it all."

Feng Yange nodded. "My talent is passable. Many thanks to you two Seniors for your guidance."

"Such talent is truly rare—even better than my previous master. I've decided to follow you from now on." The Sword Spirit was very satisfied with this new master. The other Sword Spirit immediately expressed his stance as well. "I have the same intention. Being able to learn my former master's Sword technique in one go—with such talent, you are worthy of being my new master. I will follow you too."

Before Feng Yange could finish speaking, both Swords slashed across her palm one after another, forcibly completing a contract with her, falling into her space, and becoming her Swords.

"This..."

Feng Yange's lips twitched. She just wanted to learn from them here; she hadn't intended to get so many Swords. She only had two hands; she didn't need this many Swords.

As Feng Yange rested her chin in her hand, feeling melancholic, she suddenly felt pairs of eyes staring at her. Feng Yange looked up and was nearly startled; she was surrounded by Flying Swords, with the illusory Sword Spirits hovering above them, all in various forms.

"Little girl, you learned their Sword techniques; you must learn ours too." An elderly Sword Spirit began to demonstrate with a Sword. Feng Yange hurriedly looked over; this Sword technique was also very powerful.

"Girl, watch clearly. This is the Lingyun Sword Technique."

Just as one Sword Spirit finished demonstrating, another began. Feng Yange watched them demonstrate Sword techniques without blinking, practicing them once after learning. These Sword Spirits' demands were simple: they wanted her to roast meat and provide them with fine wine.

Ten days later, Feng Yange had finally learned them all and was exhausted, lying there. Looking at the Sword Spirits sitting around eating roasted meat and drinking wine, she wondered: had she stumbled into a Sword Spirit nest?

"Feng Yange, what method did you use to trick all these Swords into coming to you?"

An angry shout rang out. Feng Yange watched as Xiao Linger lunged at her with a Sword. Just as she was about to counterattack, dozens of longswords shielded her, forming a massive Sword.