Chapter Eighty-six: The Blood-drinking Ancient Sword

  For some reason, Qin Li suddenly had a feeling that someone was silently watching him in the dark. It was a warm feeling, and he couldn't sense any malice! Qin Li's heart skipped a beat, and when he came to his senses, the feeling of being watched also disappeared.

  Qin Li slightly shook his head, feeling that perhaps the experiences of the past few days were too unbelievable, and he was even having hallucinations. Looking towards the opened secret door, inside was still a room, not very large, and one could see everything at a glance.

  Qin Li stepped into the room, in the middle of which stood a table with a large wooden chest on it, accompanied by an envelope. Qin Li's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he picked up the envelope and opened it, revealing the familiar handwriting that once again appeared before his eyes.

  "Hello, young one! The fact that you can see this letter already proves that you are a kind-hearted person! Whether you are young or old, to me, you are all juniors. So, being my apprentice, you won't be at a loss!"

  Qin Li smiled wryly and continued reading on.

  "About the armory and the place where the spirit stones are stored, don't go there. Spirit stones are the most refined things in the world, and I've only collected a few dozen in my lifetime. What was said before was all lies. Those two rooms have powerful illusions, even if you're a warrior who has cultivated the Unrivaled Supreme Battle Technique, it's hard to get out. So, it's very dangerous there, and there's nothing there anyway."

  Qin Li was suddenly speechless, with a helpless expression on his face. He thought to himself: Old man, you're ruthless! Even at this point, you still can't resist playing tricks on others.

  "All my life's learning has been recorded in books, which are stored in the wooden box beside me. When I was young, I didn't take on any apprentices, and now that I'm old and should be leaving this world, I don't want all my life's knowledge to be lost either. So, since you have come here by chance and can see this letter of mine, then it's up to you to pass these things on. As for who you pass them on to, that doesn't matter - good or bad, after a person dies, their knowledge will inevitably be passed on."

  Seeing this, Qin Li's respect for Wu Junwang deepened a bit more. His cross-generational master was indeed insightful enough to see through people. People may be good or bad, but knowledge doesn't have good or bad, and no matter whether they are good or bad, knowledge will slowly spread... Branching out and influencing more and more people!

  "In the box, there is also a sword I forged in my later years, named 'Drinking Blood'. However, this sword has never drunk any blood since it was forged. If you want to use it, you must first refine it with your own vital energy, and only then will it feel comfortable in your hand!

  Apart from that, there are also some spiritual stones. When a warrior breaks through the heavenly level and reaches the realm of breaking through the heavens, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is no longer enough to satisfy their needs. At that time, spiritual stones and elixirs will become indispensable things. However, spiritual stones are too precious, and in my lifetime of over a thousand years, I have only found a little over a hundred pieces. After using some, there are probably still twenty or thirty pieces left, which I am giving to you as a gift.

  Finally, there is also a secret manual for elixir formulas, which contains 36 kinds of elixir formulas needed for the realm of breaking through the heavens, and over 170 kinds of elixir formulas used by warriors below the heavenly level. When handling this manual, be extremely cautious! Don't underestimate people's greedy hearts, don't underestimate people's ambition. If you want to establish a powerful force, these elixir formulas can help a lot, but you must be careful, careful, and extremely cautious! Don't let yourself suffer from the consequences!"

  It can make a strong man of the highest order repeatedly remind, it can be seen that the secret book that records a large number of alchemy methods is important to what extent, Qin Li even suspects that if he doesn't want his own unique skills to be lost, would Wuguo Wang let this alchemy method spread? As for Wuguo Wang's warning, Qin Li deeply agrees with it, this thing is really too precious!

  The Shangguan family, a powerful and prestigious clan, would be able to produce ten more top-level experts within twenty years thanks to the ten pellets of Dan medicine given by that woman. Only a few high-ranking members of the Shangguan family knew about this matter, as well as Qin Li, an outsider who wouldn't have known if it weren't for Shangguan Shiyu.

  Ten Heaven-stage experts, what does that mean? To know, the entire Qinglong Kingdom, within the imperial family, on the surface there are only fifty-four Heaven-stage attendants! Even if we count those who are hiding and cannot be seen in public, it's probably not more than a hundred people.

  It is already a very powerful force in some surrounding countries!

  So, for a family, twenty years is enough to produce ten more top-notch warriors. I wonder, which power wouldn't be envious?

  At this point, Qin Li thought of the great gift that Wu Jun Wang had given to himself and really didn't know how to express it. After thinking for a moment, he returned to the outer room, knelt down again with reverence, and said in a low voice: "Master and mistress above, disciple Qin Li has received Master's transmission today, there is no way to repay, dare not disturb the spirits of the two elders in heaven. This time when I leave, if I can stabilize myself, I will definitely offer sacrifices to the spirits of the two elders, and the incense fire will never be cut off!"

  As he spoke, Qin Li stood up and, as a young man from a country with a 5,000-year-old civilization, could only express his respect for the trans-generational master Ou Junwang in this way.

  The wooden box was not locked, and Qin Li opened it directly. The first thing that caught his eye was a three-foot-three-inch long treasure sword with a black scabbard made of unknown leather, full of ancient and elegant flavor. The scabbard was simple and atmospheric, finely crafted, and there were no decorations on the entire scabbard, but it didn't feel out of place at all.

  It's heavy!

  Generally, a sword weighs about 4-5 jin (a unit of weight), and the sword itself is a light and agile object. Most sword moves rely on cleverness rather than brute force, with few large opening and closing movements, unless it's a type of two-handed greatsword.

  And this sword named "Drinking Blood", Qin Li felt, weighed at least over ten kilograms! The hilt was wrapped with black gold threads, icy cool, steady and had an excellent grip!

  Qin Li slightly drew out a section, and a cold gust of icy air rushed towards him!

  The pure and crisp cold air, as if it were in the midst of a thousand-year-old ice, had no killing intent or aura, but this simple cold air made Qin Li unable to help but circulate his energy to resist it, and he was shocked and frightened in his heart.

  Recalling the words of Wu Jun Wang, Qin Li did not hesitate at all. He stretched out his left hand and gently placed his middle finger on the blade... Almost without any feeling, but his finger was cut with a very deep wound. This was still the result of Qin Li's carefulness. If it were an impulsive person, this one move would probably have severed the entire finger!

  Fresh blood flowed along Qin Li's fingers onto the silver-white sword blade, and in Qin Li's astonished gaze, it seeped in, bit by bit...

  Moreover, what made Qin Li cry and laugh was that this sword was indeed called a blood-drinking sword. His fingers were stuck to the blade, and he had a feeling of being bitten by small insects. Fresh blood kept flowing out from his fingertips, and in an instant, a lot had flowed out. Although this amount of blood didn't mean much to Qin Li, the scene was truly frightening.

  If Qin Li hadn't firmly believed that Wu Junwang wouldn't be bored enough to use this method to frame him, he would have withdrawn his hand long ago.

  For nearly ten minutes, Qin Li even felt a slight dizziness, and the tingling sensation in his hand only disappeared. At this time, looking at this autumn water-like treasure sword again, its luster was restrained, its sharpness not showing, completely different from the radiant and flowing appearance just now!

  Qin Li faintly felt a subtle attachment from this sword, although it was hard to believe, but the joy in his heart was truly real.

  Clang!

  A clear and crisp sound, the treasure sword is out of its scabbard.

  A torrent of murderous aura, bursting forth in all directions. That faint sense of attachment instantly transformed into... a sky filled with murderous aura, leaving Qin Li with only two words - Bloodlust!