Chapter Eighty-two Is There a Master?

  Whether it was the things that Jiang Feng had dug out of the ground and thrown away earlier, or the things that flew out from the tomb head and inside the tomb later, they were all some lost spiritual artifacts that had become useless scrap metal. Those things, even if they were re-melted and re-cast, would still be useless. Only the golden giant sword that Jiang Feng pulled out of the tomb was clearly no ordinary object at first glance.

  Jiang Feng didn't know that there was something under his feet either. He also discovered it when he was scraping the ground with his foot, and found that there was something under a thin layer of soil. He then dug randomly and found that there seemed to be more things underneath. After punching a hole in the ground, a mound appeared.

  Jiang Feng pulled the giant sword out of the tomb and then rested the hilt on his shoulder. He looked up at the Purple Sun Palace cultivators in the sky, as if waiting for them to make a move.

  At this time, things were already clear. The people of the Purple Sun Palace thought that there might be something here and wanted to occupy this place. Unexpectedly, they were discovered by Jiang Feng. Not only did he not give face to the Purple Sun Palace, but also dug out the thing in front of them.

  "This can't be the tomb of the Bandit King, and it's impossible that the tomb of the Bandit King is only this small. It's also impossible that there are only these broken things here. Judging from the behavior of the Ziyang Palace cultivators, they must have discovered that something was wrong with this place, which is why they wanted to occupy it. Could it be that there are other places like this one? And have already been discovered by the cultivators?" Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

  "Now you still have time to think about these things. Look at the sword in your hand, you've stirred up trouble." Lan Wu's voice echoed in Jiang Feng's mind.

  Jiang Feng raised his two empty hands, looked at them, and said in his heart: "I don't have anything in my hands."

  Lan Wu really wanted to jump out and beat Jiang Feng. This was noticed by many cultivators, and yet Jiang Feng still had the mood to make jokes here. He really was heartless and fearless to the point of being reckless.

  Just then, a voice rang out saying: "This Taoist friend, just now it was my disciple from the Zi Yang Palace who was rude. Please don't mind, I've brought him here to apologize to you."

  When the sound rose, a middle-aged cultivator appeared about ten meters in front of Jiang Feng. Those purple sun palace cultivators also fell behind this person. Presumably this person is also from the Purple Sun Palace, and his cultivation is not weak, and his identity should not be ordinary either.

  "It's all just misunderstandings everywhere, seniors don't have to be so polite." Jiang Feng said as he slid down the slope.

  The monk from the Purple Sun Palace chuckled twice before saying: "I don't know if you're willing to sell that giant sword in your hand. I'm willing to pay a good price."

  Jiang Feng glanced at the giant sword slung over his shoulder, and before he could speak, two figures suddenly appeared in mid-air. One of them said, "Xu Cheng, do you even want something from my Jindeng Sword Sect?"

  As the voice fell, a dozen or so monks with golden swords embroidered on their robes appeared. They all stood behind the two monks who had appeared earlier and looked at the people of Ziyang Palace.

  "Jin Ding Sword Gate, one of the nine great heavenly gates. Could it be that the sword is really something from Jin Ding Sword Gate?" Some loose cultivators whispered among themselves.

  The monk in the Purple Sun Palace chuckled twice and said, "What are you talking about, Zhang? I just think this giant sword looks good for sale, so I want to sell it. Why mention anything about the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect?"

  "Hmph, don't pretend to be ignorant, don't tell me you didn't recognize that as the giant Juejin sword used by my senior from the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect." said Zhang, a cultivator of the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect.

  "Jū Jiǎo Jīn Jiàn? Could it be that this is the renowned Jū Jiǎo Jīn Jiàn? I truly didn't expect it." Xú Chéng of the Zǐ Yáng Palace said with a shocked expression.

  The scattered cultivators around also showed surprised expressions, and many people started discussing it. Jiang Feng looked at the golden sword on his shoulder and thought to himself: "So this thing is the Giant Sword of Yue... but I remember that it was stolen by the Thief King a long, long time ago."

  The Zhang surname cultivator of the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect let out a cold snort once again, then rushed towards Jiang Feng and said: "This Daoist friend, the sword in your hand is actually something that was stolen from my Golden Cauldron Sword Sect by the Thief King many years ago. It has never been recovered all these years. Please, Daoist friend, give my Golden Cauldron Sword Sect some face and return this sword to me."

  Jiang Feng nodded after hearing, then quickly shook his head. He took the giant sword off his shoulder and dragged it behind him, as if he wanted to hide it. But this thing was so big, unless it was put into a storage bag, it couldn't be hidden at all.

  "Is Daoist friend unwilling?" Zhang surname cultivator frowned and said. At the same time, his own aura pressed towards Jiang Feng.

  Zhang surname repair only scattered a part of gas, Jiang Feng felt the whole body difficult to bear. The body that stood unsteadily also retreated two steps.

  "Alright, you say it's yours, then it's yours. Who let this era be ruled by whoever has the biggest fist? You have the final say. Here, take it." Jiang Feng said as he tossed the golden sword over to him. After tossing it, he made a disappointed face and went to look at that cracked tomb again.

  "Nothing's left, it's so pitiful." Jiang Feng sighed and walked away.

  The Zhang surname cultivator of the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect, after catching the giant sword thrown by Jiang Feng, looked extremely delighted. With one hand grasping the giant sword, he lightly swung it around. The golden light on the golden sword also became a bit stronger. The Zhang surname cultivator became even more delighted. As for Jiang Feng who had already walked away, the Zhang surname cultivator wouldn't bother with him anymore.

  The surrounding monks thought the good show was about to end when, suddenly, Zhang's giant sword, after a brief burst of golden light, actually broke into a pile of fragments. Zhang, holding the hilt, was stunned on the spot.

  "Serves you right, who made you snatch my stuff." Jiang Feng muttered to himself without turning his head as he walked away. Although he hadn't carefully examined the giant sword, he also sensed that something was wrong with it. Unexpectedly, the giant sword had already been damaged long ago. The dazzling golden light was just its last bit of energy being released.

  "We're leaving." Xucheng of the Purple Sun Palace said. He led the cultivators of the Purple Sun Palace to slowly fly away. The other cultivators around also returned to their own places. Zhang, a cultivator from the Golden Cauldron Sword Sect, had a completely black face, clearly extremely unhappy.

  Although the Golden Sword was destroyed, Zhang surname repairman could not go to trouble Jiang Feng. Because as long as it is a clear-headed person, one can see that the destruction of the Golden Sword is its own problem, not Jiang Feng's doing. Besides, Jiang Feng would not be able to do such a thing, and no one would believe that a loose cultivator in the foundation stage would dare to offend the Jin Ding Jian Men, one of the nine great heavenly gates.

  Wandering around, Jiang Feng found another place to stop. This place was thousands of miles away from where he was before. And there were even fewer cultivators here. Jiang Feng thought about resting here for a while, and then after a while, see if there's anything exciting, and then hurry on his way.

  In his heart, he was also on guard against the monks of Ziyang Palace, feeling that they would not let him go. Jiang Feng's heart was also somewhat unhappy. When he stopped, he kicked a stone about the size of a bun towards the ground. He wanted to vent his depressed mood, but didn't expect that with this one kick, the stone was kicked away, and from under the stone, a purple light shot out. Moreover, this purple light quickly expanded into a fan shape, soon becoming a large piece of purple light.

  Purple light soared into the sky, it was impossible for no cultivators to discover. In fact, at the first moment, many cultivators had already discovered it. These cultivators were originally here to search for treasure, now seeing a large expanse of purple light appear, they naturally rushed over.

  The purple light didn't last long, and when it disappeared, many cultivators had already surrounded Jiang Feng. They were all staring at the place where Jiang Feng was standing. And in the spot where Jiang Feng had just kicked away the stone, a small pit had formed. Jiang Feng stood amidst the numerous objects within the pit.

  "Isn't that the person who just found the Giant Sword of Jiutian? How did he discover something else so quickly?" One of the cultivators recognized Jiang Feng.

  Jiang Feng did not expect this outcome either. He kicked the pile of things at his feet that looked like treasures with his foot, then raised his head to look around at the many cultivators flying in the air, and afterwards lowered his head again, rummaging through the pile of things on the ground before finding some mid-grade spirit stones and a censer emitting three strands of purple smoke.

  "Does this thing have an owner? If not, I'll take it back to smoke mosquitoes?" Jiang Feng held the incense burner with his left hand and pointed at it with his right hand, glancing around cautiously as he asked in a soft voice. It seemed that if he spoke any louder, he would be eaten by the people around him.