C329 Sneer

An artifact spirit was the spirit of a weapon. It was impossible for weapons above the Divine level to have an artifact spirit unless they were immortal.

Even though the sword in Mo Li's hand was of high quality, it did not have the spirit of an immortal equipment, so it was obviously impossible for it to contain spirit artifacts.

The spirit body on this sword was probably Mo Jun, who died from the Buried Sword. It was probably the last trace left in this world.

Speaking of which, this Mo Jun was really too persistent about smithing. Even after his death, he still attached himself to the last sword he forged before his death, using this method to fulfill his wish before death.

In fact, from this perspective, Mo Jun's research could not be considered a complete failure. At the very least, compared to all the weapons that he had forged before, the grade and quality of this sword would be much higher.

Of course, such an approach couldn't possibly be a genuine school of thought.

Just like what the young refiner had said earlier, a refiner refined a weapon. If every successful refining of a weapon required the body of a refiner to be buried, then the refiner would probably be destroyed in less than two years.

This was also the reason why the Refiners' Association of Clear Sky City treated Mo Jun as a lunatic.

Feng Zhi caressed her chin and said: "Let's wait here."

Tang Qi had a questioning expression.

Wait here, what?

However, Feng Ming could tell that Feng Zhi was interested in Mo Li and Mo Li. Of course, the most important thing was that sword, so he explained to Tang Qi with good intentions, "Don't even think about it, Feng Zhi just wants to wait for the Mo sisters to finish registering."

Feng Zhi looked at Feng Ming, and nodded with an expression of praise, then asked Tang Qi, "Where is the mother of these two sisters?"

Tang Qi's face had some sympathy on it, "Ever since Mo Jun died, Lady Mo has been lingering on her bed for a long time, and in a few months she followed along."

Therefore, the two sisters were now orphans.

Feng Zhi nodded.

Following that, the group of people stood in their original places.

Although it was called dry, the truth was that no one felt it to be boring, because on a whim, Feng Zhi spoke coldly to them.

"..." In the past, there was a swordsman who was very cold. His heart was very cold, and his sword was also very cold.

Everyone...

"One day, Steamed Bun was walking on the road by himself. He suddenly felt hungry, so he ate himself in one bite …"

Everyone...

"One of them looked like an onion, but cried as he walked …"

Everyone...

"Two people fell into the trap. The dead call the dead, the living call them?"

Finally, there was a place of use. Feng Lin raised his hand and shouted, "Live people!"

Therefore, Feng Zhi reached out and flicked Feng Lin's head, "Stupid, of course it's to cry for help!"

The crowd was once again speechless.

Tang Qi, who had never heard of sneer before, listened with relish, and almost continued to hug Feng Zhi's thighs to ask Feng Zhi to continue narrating. Of course, his actions were stared back by Long Yan.

Just at this moment, Mo Li had finally finished announcing her name, and was about to walk out while holding Mo Li's hand.

Feng Zhi stepped forward to block their path, "Mo Li."

Mo Li glanced at Feng Zhi warily. Of course she remembered Feng Zhi, and calculated that Feng Zhi had helped her escape twice. However, she also remembered that Feng Zhi was very interested in the sword in her hands.

No matter what, Mo Liu would never hand the sword over to anyone.

Therefore, she took a step back, "Miss, I don't know you."

Then, she pulled Mo Li and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, I'm only interested in your sword, I just want to take a look, and didn't have any intention of taking it for myself. If you're worried, then this is the young master Tang Qi of the Tang Family, I believe you've met him before, I'll pawn it to you first."

Tang Qi was slightly unwilling.

For the sake of this sword, she even mortgaged him?

Wasn't he worth more than this sword?

But after being glanced at by Feng Zhi, Tang Qi still obediently stood next to Mo Li, and even helped Feng Zhi speak up, "Miss Mo Li, I am Tang Qi from the Tang Family, Tang Ning's little brother, this Miss Feng Zhi is a person with Feng Tian City, she only wants to see your sword, she has no ill intentions."

Only then did Mo Li's expression relax slightly.

Tang Qi was someone she recognized, and since Tang Qi said that, she definitely wouldn't lie to her.

Also, Feng Zhi's name had become so well-known recently, so why would such a person lie to her about a sword?

However …

It wasn't that Mo Li didn't want to show the sword to Feng Zhi, but it was just that after the sword was refined, only she and Mo Li could touch it. As long as anyone touched it, they would always have this kind of problem.

Therefore, Mo Yu looked at Feng Zhi hesitantly, "But, this sword …"

Feng Zhi nodded at her, "It's alright."

It was likely because Feng Zhi was too confident in her own abilities, so Mo Li did not worry anymore, and handed the sword that she was carrying over to Feng Zhi.

The moment Feng Zhi held onto the sword sheath, everyone knew why there were so many rumors regarding this sword.

The mournful wails were like they were right next to one's ear. Each wail caused one's hair to stand on end. At the same time, the wails echoed in one's head time and time again, like countless echoes.

Initially, they could still tolerate it, but as time passed by, their head would start to hurt.

It was no wonder that some people would choose to self-harm themselves because of this.

This sort of torture was something that one would absolutely not be able to endure unless they were a person with an extremely firm will and determination.

Of course, that did not include Feng Zhi.

It must be known that there were ghosts elementalists in the cultivator, and when certain cultivator s died due to accidents, the spirits that were left behind could choose to walk the path of ghost cultivators. As the saying goes, 'special paths return', even if it was a ghost cultivator, after cultivating, they would still be able to form their physical body, their strength would not lose out to other cultivator's, and there would even be many changes compared to other cultivator's, such as the sound attacks and illusions.

If it was a ghost cultivator who was on the same level as Feng Zhi, she would have to be cautious.

But now, what was on this sword was only a spirit body that was unwilling to dissipate due to the obsession in her heart. How could she be afraid?

The hand holding the sword tightened, and Feng Zhi released a clear whistle that seemed to have the ability to break a person's mental barrier. The cry cleared the minds of everyone who had lost focus because of the mournful wails, and all of their discomfort was healed in an instant by the howl.

Only then did everyone look at the sword in shock, and then looked at Feng Zhi in unison.

Other than Long Yan, the rest were all more or less affected by the sword, but Feng Zhi, not only was she not affected, she had even released them with a clear whistle.

How did this happen?