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Feng Liancheng and Long Qingyu could definitely tell what they were worried about, but Feng Zhi was not worried about this matter in the slightest.

Firstly, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword only recognized the spirit energy cultivated by Feng Zhi's sect.

And in the current Profound Martial Continent, the only person who could cultivate this kind of Spirit Qi was Feng Zhi, so even if the Immortal Slaughtering Sword fell into someone else's hands, it would only be used as a rod to smash that person.

Furthermore, Feng Zhi had not taken out a Immortal Slaughtering Sword in all these years. If not for the Alcohol Immortal that made her feel helpless, how could she risk taking out a Immortal Slaughtering Sword and throwing it at her?

After the Alcohol Immortal left, the first thing Feng Zhi did was to put the Immortal Slaughtering Sword away.

Furthermore, her own space only flowed in and out with her thoughts. To her, it was most likely the safest place in the Profound Martial Continent.

However …

What Long Qingyu said was right, the most terrifying thing in this world is a person's greed and desire.

If anyone else on the Profound Martial Continent knew that Feng Zhi still had such a sword that was enough to scare away Alcohol Immortal, even if they were unable to obtain the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, Feng Zhi would never have another day of peace.

Although Feng Zhi was not afraid of anything, she did not want to go through so much trouble either.

Therefore, Feng Zhi nodded at Feng Liancheng and with extreme seriousness.

Seeing her act this way, Feng Liancheng and his wife calmed down.

This was because they knew that even though Feng Zhi normally didn't look like she was being serious, the moment she agreed on something, she would definitely do it without any hesitation.

At this time, Feng Zhi's face had turned much better.

Although she had forcefully used the Immortal Slaughtering Sword's power, she had not even unsheathed her sword completely, and had only opened it a little. Even if there was a backlash from the difference in rank, it was not considered too serious.

Furthermore, the medicinal pellets Feng Lai and Feng Ming had given her were all pellets that could heal one's injuries, so Feng Zhi's injuries were already beginning to improve.

After inspecting the situation in her body, as soon as Feng Zhi felt relieved, she started to ask Feng Liancheng and Long Qingyu questions.

"Father, Mother, that Alcohol Immortal shouldn't be on the same level as Martial Saint, but should be an expert who has surpassed the Martial Saint, right?" Feng Zhi was very sure.

She had fought with two Martial Saint s before.

Therefore, she was very clear that even if her current strength could not compare to Martial Saint, if she really had to fight with Martial Saint, even if she could not beat him, her life would definitely not be in danger, nor would she feel powerless in front of Alcohol Immortal.

Martial Saint was not worth it for her to take such a huge risk and use her Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

even the strongest Martial Saint!

That Alcohol Immortal was able to make Feng Zhi realize that there was an almost insurmountable gulf between the two of them, so how could this be a Martial Saint?

Hearing Feng Zhi's question, Feng Liancheng and Long Qingyu were stunned for a moment. Then, they looked at Feng Zhi with a complicated expression and nodded.

However, Feng Lai and Feng Ming had grown up on the Profound Martial Continent, and to their knowledge, the strongest person on the Profound Martial Continent were only experts of the Martial Saint. Even if there was a Martial God in the human ranking system, the Martial God Realm was only a legend.

For the past few thousand years, it was as if there was some kind of formless trap that bound everyone and made them unable to hear even the slightest bit of information regarding the Martial God. Over time, most of the people on the Profound Martial Continent thought that the Martial Saint was the final destination for the human martial practitioners.

Feng Lai and Feng Ming naturally thought the same.

But now, someone had actually told them that Martial Saint was actually not the end of the path for martial practitioners. There was a higher level?

Thus, the War God could actually be reached?

To Feng Lai and Feng Ming, this undoubtedly opened up a brand-new door in front of them.

The two of them stared at Feng Liancheng and his wife, waiting for their next words.

Seeing his two sons in such a state, Feng Liancheng sighed lightly, "You are still young, so I should have waited for you two to become stronger before I tell you this. But since you two already know about it, then I might as well tell you two, so that you two could prepare for your future breakthroughs."

Feng Liancheng took a deep breath, "As you know, out of all the human warriors in the continent, the highest ranking was the Martial God. But in the past few thousand years, other than a few prodigies and geniuses, most of them went into Martial Saint, and it seemed as if they were stopped by an invisible barrier. Even if they used up all their energy and spent countless heaven and earth treasures, they were still unable to step into the realm of the Martial God.

The so-called legend was something that not even exhausting one's manpower could achieve.

"But …" Feng Liancheng paused for a moment, and continued, "In today's continent, most likely only the clans with the oldest legacies know that a Martial God Realm cultivator is not impossible to reach!"

Hearing Feng Liancheng's affirmation, both Feng Lai and Feng Ming's eyes lit up.

"Especially for our clan which has inherited a bloodline, there is a shortcut for us to reach the Martial God Realm. After we enter the Martial Saint, we can refine our own bloodline to an extremely pure level. As long as we can obtain more inherited bloodlines, it will be natural for us to advance into the Martial God Realm …"

Hearing this, the light in Feng Lai's and Feng Ming's eyes gradually dimmed.

Only one person had a Feng Family capable of inheriting bloodlines even after five hundred years.

In this generation, the one who awakened the Heavenly Phoenix's bloodline was Feng Zhi.

"Father …" Feng Lai had always been a calm and composed person, but at this time, he couldn't help but ask, "If one didn't have the inherited bloodline power, one definitely wouldn't be able to become a Martial God?"

Hearing Feng Lai's question, Feng Liancheng also let out a soft sigh.

"Difficult as it is." he said.

Feng Liancheng was also the undisputed number one in his generation within the Feng Family. He had advanced into the Martial Saint when he was just in his early thirties, but in the past ten or so years, he had never stopped his research into the path of the Martial God, and he had not been able to find any clues.

If it were so easy to become a Martial God, then in the past several thousand years, there wouldn't have been so many geniuses that were stopped by the invisible barrier.

Seeing Feng Lai and Feng Ming's dejected look, Feng Zhi immediately became angry and slapped the two of them. Bang!

"Clap clap!"

After two crisp sounds, Feng Zhi glared at them, "Put away your useless and useless appearances!"

For some reason, after being slapped by Feng Zhi, the gloomy mood that Feng Lai and Feng Ming had had gradually started to dissipate just like that.