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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'er, don't look down on it. It used to be the terrifying Nine Mai Divine Sword, a top-grade Divine Weapon." The old man in the cave said.

A divine weapon, and a top-grade divine weapon at that. How was this possible? Feng Feiyun looked at the rusty ancient sword once again, his face was filled with disbelief.

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

The old man was in the cave, so he couldn't see the old man's expression, but from the tone of his voice, it seemed that the old man was angry, so 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, so I'm just curious."

"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 Realm and according to the rules, you should live for three or four thousand years. However, you're not even a thousand years old yet. Tsukiko says soothingly.

"According to the rules, this is the case. However, I have been severely injured and my meridians have been destroyed. Now, I am not even as strong as an ordinary martial artist. 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 the peak of his memory, 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.

When the old man first saw that Feng Feiyun's talent was extraordinary, he also had plans in this area. But as his age increased and his cultivation stagnated, 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. Moreover, Feng Feiyun was a martial artist at fifteen years of age. The geniuses at his age had basically entered the warrior realm, and the peerless geniuses had even entered the martial master realm.

Let alone taking revenge on those bone ash ranked characters in the Martial Immortal Realm, even his disciples and grandsons who were around the same age as him couldn't beat him. This was because the higher the peak level of experts, the higher the requirement to choose a disciple. If they were not absolute geniuses, then they were supreme geniuses. At their age, they should have reached the peak of the Martial Warrior Realm or rank 1 Martial Master. How could a first grade martial artist like him fight against them?

The old man said, "Before you reached the Martial Immortal Realm, you did not possess a top-grade Divine Weapon. Don't tell me that you are going 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 big character in the Martial Immortal Realm to kill a small warrior is just a matter of his mind. "

Feng Feng Feng was not a brainless fool. After thinking for a while, he said, "Master is instructing me earnestly. 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. Only by nurturing it with soul force would it be able to 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 martial artist at the first rank. If a meridian mark appears on this Divine Weapon, you will defeat a first rank Warrior."

"So powerful. If a single meridian mark can surpass one's cultivation realm by a whole realm, then I can nurture nine of them. Doesn't that mean I have nothing to fear in the Martial Immortal Realm?" "In that case, avenging the old man's hatred for you will become something that you can do as you please."

The old man said, "Disciple, your thoughts are too naive. Even if you nurtured nine meridian patterns on this Divine Weapon and recovered its sharpness, you can only challenge one great realm at most. You can't challenge two great realms, much less a great figure of the Martial Immortal Realm who's like a god."

"So that's how it is." The peak of the mountain fell straight down from the clouds. However, to be able to challenge someone of a higher cultivation realm meant that he was truly a priceless divine weapon.