Chapter 431: Chapter 428: Ownership of the Inheritance

With that, the Sun Sword Saint’s gaze fell upon the people from Thousand Blades Valley. He spoke with a hint of mockery, "It’s not convenient to discuss old grudges. Since you’ve already reclaimed Thousand Blades Valley’s legacy, you can forget about mine."

"Senior..." Yu Zhefeng started to plead his case, but a sharp glare from the Sun Sword Saint forced the words back down his throat.

Yu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Chen, and the others exchanged glances, all shaking their heads in resignation.

After dismissing Thousand Blades Valley, the Sun Sword Saint turned his attention to the other four sects. "You four have no grudges with me, but it’s a pity you’re not sects that specialize in the Sword Dao."

"As for the young lady who woke me." The Sun Sword Saint chuckled and looked Bai Yin up and down. "Quite a pretty face. A pity you have an Inner Ring bloodline. You’re destined to walk the path of Magic Damage Spells."

The Sun Sword Saint sighed and shook his head, his gaze landing on Mei Meimei. "You, on the other hand, aren’t bad, young lady. Too bad you’ve fallen into the deep pit of firearms."

Mei Meimei pursed her lips, unfazed, and went back to adjusting the gun in her hands.

"Oh, and the kid in the armor. You could wear anything, but you just had to wear armor. Go stand on the side!"

Hearing this, Xie Kuangfeng looked down at the armor on his body, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Hearing her brother get berated, Xie Xiaoyu was instantly displeased. "What’s wrong with my brother wearing armor, you smelly old man?"

"Xiaoyu!" Xie Kuangfeng hurriedly stepped forward to block her. ’This is no time for jokes,’ he thought. ’This is the Black Light Sword Saint, Sun Yalong! A single glob of his spit could kill us all.’

Fortunately, the Sun Sword Saint didn’t stoop to Xie Xiaoyu’s level. He turned to Xiyue Frost instead. "You’re quite promising, young lady, and you use a sword too. A pity it’s a heavy sword. What do you say? Want to switch to a Longsword?"

"Thank you for your kind offer, Senior," Xiyue Frost replied respectfully. "But this junior has already awakened [Heavy Weapon Specialization]."

"[Heavy Weapon Specialization], you say? Then forget it." The Sun Sword Saint shook his head in regret. With a wave of his hand, he sent a speck of golden light into the space between Xiyue Frost’s eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "However, I do have quite a few classic texts on heavy swords here. They should be of some help to you."

Xiyue Frost froze for a moment. Feeling the vast amount of information in her sea of consciousness, she was overjoyed. "Thank you, Senior!"

The Sun Sword Saint smiled faintly, his gaze landing on Feng Hao once more. "You, little fellow, contributed the most, and your aptitude isn’t bad either. Logically, you should be the most qualified to receive my legacy. But no matter how I look at it, you, kid, really have no affinity for the Sword Dao."

"Ahem..." Feng Hao coughed dryly, a cheeky grin on his face. "If I don’t know, I can learn. This junior doesn’t have many strengths, but I am eager and open to learning."

"Forget it. You should just focus on playing with your daggers," the Sun Sword Saint said, shaking his head and sighing.

Feng Hao’s face darkened. ’I get it now,’ he thought. ’This old guy never intended to give me the legacy at all.’

Just as Feng Hao was grumbling to himself, the Sun Sword Saint suddenly let out a soft chuckle. With a flip of his hand, he summoned a golden Dragon Soul. "I don’t have a legacy for you, but you still deserve a reward. This Dragon Soul fought by my side my entire life, then used the power of the Land of the Dragon Vein to suppress the demon for hundreds of millions of years. Now that the demon is dead, I will entrust it to your care."

Feng Hao was stunned, not expecting such a pleasant surprise. "Yes, yes! This junior will definitely take good care of it."

The Sun Sword Saint smirked, waving his hand to deliver the Dragon Soul into Feng Hao’s grasp. Then, he gave a special reminder, "But let’s be clear beforehand. Don’t let that little flame of yours eat it."

"Don’t worry, Senior. If it even tries to take a bite, I’ll skin it alive," Feng Hao said with a solemn nod.

’Are you kidding me?’ he thought. ’After all the trouble of getting a Dragon Soul, how could I bear to let Three-second Fire eat it?’

In his sea of consciousness, Three-second Fire naturally heard their conversation. A look of despair crossed its face as it could only stare at the Dragon Soul and drool. There was nothing it could do; the temptation of a Dragon Soul that had been nurtured in the Land of the Dragon Vein for hundreds of millions of years was just too great.

After settling the matter of the Dragon Soul, the Sun Sword Saint’s gaze finally landed on Yun Jiansong, his eyes glinting. "Little fellow, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

Yun Jiansong was overwhelmed by the honor. He knelt without hesitation. "This junior couldn’t ask for anything more."

"Hahaha, very good!" The Sun Sword Saint studied Yun Jiansong for a long time, beaming from ear to ear. "As your master, I will now give you two choices."

As he spoke, the Sun Sword Saint waved his sleeve, and two golden clusters of light materialized in front of Yun Jiansong.

"One of these two divine thoughts is my legacy of the Sword Dao; the other contains my insights and experiences with the Sword Dao. Choose one."

Faced with this strange choice, everyone was stunned. In all their lives, they had never seen such a stingy master.

And just like that, Man Tiaotiao, who had just started a relationship with Yun Jiansong, couldn’t hold back. "Senior, how could you? Brother Yun Da has already accepted you as his master."

The Sun Sword Saint glanced at Man Tiaotiao and smiled without a word.

While everyone was still confused, Yun Jiansong calmly made his choice. "I choose the insights and experiences with the Sword Dao."

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" the Sun Sword Saint exclaimed three times. He then sent his lifetime of insights and experiences with the Sword Dao into the space between Yun Jiansong’s eyebrows. "Now *this* is a disciple of Sun Yalong!"

The Sun Sword Saint nodded in gratification, the excitement in his eyes palpable. "Disciple."

"Your disciple is here," Yun Jiansong said, stepping forward to listen.

"My greatest regret in this life is that before I could travel beyond our realm and defeat every Swordsman in the world, the demon uprising occurred." The Sun Sword Saint gazed at the sky, his eyes glinting. "I hope that you can fulfill this regret on my behalf."

"Rest assured, Master. That is precisely what Sword Song desires," Yun Jiansong replied with a resolute nod.

Hearing Yun Jiansong’s answer, the Sun Sword Saint couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh, his long hair dancing in the wind (this is important, don’t ask me why).

"This wisp of my remnant soul can only last a few more days, so you will follow me for now." The Sun Sword Saint patted Yun Jiansong’s shoulder, then turned to scan the crowd. "But before that, I need to send these little ones out. And I might as well meet the little ones outside."

With a great wave of his hand, the very world changed color. Before anyone could react, they had been sent out of the Daoist Heaven and Earth.

In the academy’s Elder Hall, the upper echelons of the major sects and the academy had also sensed the demon’s dissipation. They were currently gathered around the [Black Heart Matrix], awaiting the return of the heroes.

BUZZ~!

Accompanied by a strange spatial fluctuation, Feng Hao and the others appeared before the crowd, looking completely bewildered.

Seeing them emerge, the elders from the sects and the academy rushed forward, fretting over their well-being. After all, it was these young people who had stopped the disaster. Although the disciples of the five major sects hadn’t contributed much, they had ultimately held back the demon for a significant amount of time at the end, suffering heavy casualties in the process.

Naturally, Feng Hao was also swarmed by the members of the Thief God Hall, who fussed over him. The Thief Master and the Lin Luo trio, in particular, grabbed him and Mei Meimei, looking them over from left to right, terrified that something might have happened to them.

Just then, Xiyue Luan ran over from the Holy Hall’s side. Upon seeing Xi Yueyao in Feng Hao’s arms, his face turned ashen. "You rotten kid, what did you do?! If anything happens to Yaoyao, I’ll never be done with you!"

"Uh... please calm down, sir. Yaoyao’s fine, she’s just asleep."

Feng Hao gave an awkward smile and looked down at Xi Yueyao in his arms. He found the girl sleeping soundly, a small river of drool about to form.

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