party. The surroundings were flat and bare, not even a small tree, nowhere to hide at all.Seeing that the gunman had already raised his gun, Ye Bufan's golden light flashed in his hand, and Long Ya i...Qu Shang's face turned ashen. The worst-case scenario he had been dreading had finally come to pass.

At such a young age, with extraordinary talent and now inheriting the legacy of the First Sword Immortal, what kind of terrifying being will they become in the future Most importantly, this person is their own enemy.

Qu Changhe was so angry that his eyes were blazing. He had put so much effort into pulling it out, but he couldn't. This sword simply chose to recognize its new master the moment someone approached! How could a sword be so subservient!

But the fact has happened, and being angry is useless.

"Alright, the divine sword has chosen its master. All of you, retreat!"

Jun Wuming, with a flick of his robe sleeve, sent a powerful wave of energy that swept up all the people present and deposited them outside the Jian Lu.

Ye Bufan was startled. He was afraid that this old man would also send Rain Huafei and Shen Qiyue away. If they fell into the hands of the other party, it would definitely be a huge problem at that time.

Fortunately, Jun Wu Ming did not do so, but instead kept both of them.

With a flick of his finger, an invisible force directly sealed their acupoints, causing them to fall into unconsciousness.

"Don't worry, it's best to keep matters of inheritance out of the hands of outsiders."

Ye Bufan nodded. "Disciple understands!"

As long as the safety of the two people is assured, he no longer worries.

"Youngster, your talent is truly remarkable. Now, prepare to receive the inheritance!"

Jun Wuming spoke, waving his sleeve. A stone tablet over a meter high appeared before them, its entire body a pale gold. Intricate patterns were carved upon it, swirling and shifting as if alive.

The entire stone tablet emanated a sharp sword energy. In the center were three large characters: Sword Spirit Tablet.

This Sword Spirit Tablet is a treasure of heaven and earth, capable of storing a person's thoughts and also sealing their cultivation.

Back then, when I was mortally wounded and fell, in order to continue the legacy, I sealed all my swordsmanship comprehension and cultivation within this. Waiting for a destined one.

Now, you simply need to keep your heart calm and place your hand on the stone tablet. You will then be able to unseal it and obtain my legacy.

Thank you, senior!

Ye Bufan, filled with joy, knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily three times to Jun Wuming.

Although I haven't formally become a disciple, receiving the teachings and lineage of someone is still deserving of the respect and etiquette shown to a disciple.

At the same time, there was an indescribable excitement in my heart. Coming to the fairy world, I was at the lowest level. Although my cultivation had improved rapidly recently, it was still far from the real powerhouses.

Facing strong enemies and the responsibility of protecting many relatives who are about to ascend, the pressure is immense.

Once the inheritance of the First Sword Immortal is obtained, everything will be completely different. At least, it will raise one's strength to a whole new level.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his right hand and excitedly pressed it on the Sword Spirit Monument.

Time ticked by, I waited for what felt like an eternity, but the imagined inheritance didn't appear. The stone tablet stood there quietly, utterly still.

"Uh..."

Ye Bufan was astonished. What was going on

Having passed three levels, logically I should have been recognized. Why hasn't the inheritance appeared

He turned his head to look at Jun Wuming beside him: "Senior, will this inheritance take a long time"

"No!"

Jun Wuming shook his head, then his eyes fell on Ye Bufan.

"Once my legacy acknowledges you, the seal will break immediately. It won't take long."

“That…”

Ye Bufan was completely dumbfounded. What in the world was going on

"Don't rush, let old man take a closer look."

Jun Wuming flashed before Ye Bufan, appearing beside him in a blink of an eye. He placed his hand on the Baihui acupoint on top of Ye Bufan's head and closed his eyes gently, carefully probing with his spiritual energy.

It took a full half-hour before he slowly opened his eyes, letting out a sigh.

Ye Bufan felt that something was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong, senior Is it that my aptitude is not enough to inherit your legacy"

"It's not that it's not enough, but that it's too good!"

Ye Bufan was even more confused: "What do you mean"

Jun Wuming said: "Being able to be recognized by the Lu Xian sword is because your talent is against the heavens. "

To be able to make the Sword Spirit Stone shine with seven rays of light, that means your sword intent has reached a very high level.

But your qualifications are not limited to kendo, but encompass a wide range.

And the old man will pass on his legacy in this Jianling Stele, recognizing only the ultimate Jianling form.

And your talent is too high, you can do almost anything. You can cultivate fire-based techniques, you can cultivate water-based ones, and you can even become a physical immortal.

Therefore, you cannot reach the pinnacle of kendo and thus cannot gain its recognition.

"Uh..."

Ye Bufan had been cultivating the Chaos Scripture for an extended period, his entire constitution having been remodeled to an incredibly extraordinary level, becoming closer to the chaotic nothingness of the primordial universe.

Completely free from impurities and bottlenecks, it has truly reached the pinnacle of its natural potential.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have directly destroyed the Spirit-Communicating Mirror that was part of the Qingwei Heavenly Immortal King's Talisman.

He had always thought that his innate talent was a good thing, but now he realized it had become an obstacle.

But there's no way around it, the facts are right there: he simply couldn't devote all his energy to kendo.

Jun Wuming sighed again: "Even an old man who has roamed the fairy world for tens of thousands of years has never seen such a defying talent like yours."

Though regrettable, he is ultimately just a wisp of a soul, unable to change much, let alone the Sword Spirit Monument's recognition.

"In that case, this junior will take his leave."

Ye Bufan sighed and returned the Lixian Sword in his hand.

After all, since I haven't received the family tradition, it wouldn't be right to accept such a precious gift.

But he didn't feel too much disappointment, he had already been blessed by fate. After all, not all the good things in the world could fall on one person.

"Wait a moment!"

He was about to leave when he was stopped by Jun Wuming.

"This old man has exhausted most of his power breaking the seal and bringing Jianlu back into the world. I will soon dissipate between heaven and earth."

"Well then, do me a favor and find a suitable successor for the Sword Spirit Monument. This Lixian Sword will be your reward."

"This... This is also possible"

Ye Bufan's heart skipped a beat, thinking of Feng Zhizhu.

"Senior, within our sect, there is a Sword Spirit Physique with an eight-star talent. It should be able to gain recognition from the Sword Spirit Tablet, right"

"An Eight-Star Talent Sword Spirit is quite good, but unfortunately, it's still a distance away from what this old man requires."

Jun Wu Ming revealed a proud expression, "To obtain this old man's inheritance, you need at least a Nine-Star Sword Spirit Physique."

"This..."

Ye Bufan was taken aback. The old man's request was really too high.

But think about the inheritance of the First Sword Immortal, it's definitely a huge benefit. If others knew about it, I'm afraid there would be bloodshed immediately.

According to the principle of "don't let water flow into outsiders' fields", I will wait until my own women ascend one by one, and try them one by one. If it doesn't work, then I'll look for others.

Among his women, although each one possessed extraordinary talent, none was as suitable for the sword path as Phoenix Dance. The second most fitting candidate was Cold Sword Fairy Leng Qingqiu.

"Well, my time is running out. I leave the task of finding an heir to you. Now, I shall send you on your way."

As they spoke, Jun Wu Ming's figure grew increasingly translucent. He untied the acupoints of Yu Hua Fei and Shen Qi Yun, then with a wave of his hand, sent all three out of the Jian Lu.el also rose higher. Strong people were everywhere, and because of this, mortals in the secular world were just ants in their eyes.But the current situation has completely overturned their perception...