Upon grasping the implication in the Zen Master’s words, he recognized this nameless iron sword.

Not only did he recognize it, but he also appeared deeply fearful of it.

Feng Zikang had anticipated this outcome. Since he couldn't obtain the Heavenly Serpent Blood-Siphoning Thorn, allowing the iron sword to devour it was acceptable. He hadn't expected this subsequent revelation; it was an unexpected bonus.

"Zen Master, you recognize this iron sword?"

Zen Master Wule picked up the iron sword, gently caressing it, and sighed, "How could this old monk merely recognize it..."

"Speaking of this sword, the story is long." He placed the iron sword before Feng Zikang, looked up at the sky, and said, "The sky is just beginning to lighten. I must go to Sunset Peak to explain the matter of Huo Zhongguang to Sect Master Yuan. Since the Swallowing Heaven Sword has a destiny with you, you should keep it well; it will surely be of great use in the future. Its devouring of the Heavenly Serpent Blood-Siphoning Thorn is in its nature; you need not panic."

He assumed Feng Zikang was seeing the sword devour something for the first time and kindly offered a few words of reassurance.

"In a few days, when this old monk has leisure, I will return to tell you the origins of the Swallowing Heaven Ancient Sword..."

Zen Master Wule drifted away. Feng Zikang snatched the iron sword for a closer look. He noticed the cracks on its body seemed to have diminished slightly, yet it still displayed no particular attribute or divine power.

"What a pity!"

The Heavenly Serpent Blood-Siphoning Thorn’s characteristic of shattering Buddhist divine powers would have been quite useful. Feng Zikang had hoped the sword would gain this attribute after devouring it. Regrettably, similar to when it consumed the Moon-Slicing Demon Sword last time, it only served to repair the blade, adding no new properties.

However, since Zen Master Wule recognized the sword and exhibited such alarm, this blade must truly be extraordinary, just as his master, Ye Tiansheng, had claimed, before it was broken. Feng Zikang was filled with anticipation for its future.

He first carefully stored the iron sword, circulated the vital energy within his body, and felt his meridians flowing freely. Under the effect of the Minor Rejuvenation Pill, the injuries to his viscera had completely healed, and his entire body felt refreshed.

Through this battle, the internal energy circulation in the Lesser Yang San Jiao Meridian of his left hand had unexpectedly achieved a breakthrough naturally, advancing him to the fifth level of Qi Introduction in one go!

"Heh heh, Senior Brother Huo... you truly did all the heavy lifting for me!"

Feng Zikang smiled contentedly and rolled over, only to find his right hand resting upon a soft, warm, fragrant body.

"Ah!"

Feng Zikang startled and sat up. Only then did he remember that he had placed Wen Lingsu on the bamboo couch and hadn't moved her since.

He withdrew the Glamour Charm and looked back. Wen Lingsu was sleeping soundly, seemingly unaware of his lingering touch.

"That's a relief..."

It was fortunate that this junior martial aunt was drunk and unconscious. If she had woken up and misunderstood his intentions, it would have been impossible to clear his name.

It was all that old monk's fault. From the tone of his voice, he clearly knew Wen Lingsu was sleeping here drunk, yet he had still maliciously placed her on the bamboo couch.

Feng Zikang sighed, then recalled the old monk's words: beauties in the secular eye were the same as flesh cushions and painted skeletons in his eyes; perhaps he truly didn't care about such things.

Flesh cushion...

Wen Lingsu frowned slightly, her face flushed crimson. Her jade arm was pillowed under her head, and the collar of her robe had slipped, revealing a sliver of an emerald green bandeau. Her legs were long, and her figure was curvaceous and well-formed—a fine specimen indeed.

Feng Zikang's heart stirred. The paths of the military doctrine and the demonic path he cultivated did not forbid lust. The Heavenly Demon possessed the soul-bewitching dance, and the General had his beautiful courtesans; the harmony of Yin and Yang was part of the Great Dao.

He exhaled, calming his mind. Although his current body belonged

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