The sound was heard, the sword had arrived.

Chapter 103 The sound was heard, the sword had arrived.

Mo Zheng looked at his teacher curiously. Had he also prepared a reward for him?

He was already quite surprised to receive the Visceral Pill and the Treasure Pouch today; he hadn't expected the Headmaster to arrive so quickly and deliver the rewards so promptly.

Liu Qing smiled and said, "I originally planned to give this to you when you went out to carry out a mission and roam the martial world, but your current martial arts cultivation is already worthy of it."

After saying that, he reached down and touched his waist.

Clang!

A clear sword cry resounded throughout the courtyard, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to lower the temperature around them.

All of this originated from a sword that Liu Qing took out from his treasure pouch at his waist.

The sword is three feet and three fen long, with a light blue color throughout. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and its sharp aura is overwhelming. Just looking at it makes one feel a slight pain in their cheek. On the hilt of the long sword are two seal characters: "Hear the sound".

"Hear the Sound?" Mo Zheng murmured the name of the longsword, saying, "This sword is called Hear the Sound?"

He carefully examined the longsword and immediately sensed a fierce aura emanating from its blade, faintly visible but barely perceptible, which sent chills down his spine.

"Indeed, this sword is called 'Hear the Sound,' meaning that once the sound is heard, the sword has already arrived, which speaks to the sharpness of this sword."

Liu Qing introduced the sword to Mo Zheng: "This sword, called 'Hearing Sound Sword,' was something I found by chance at a relic of someone else when I was wandering the martial world. It is made of a unique material and is extremely sharp. It can easily cut through even third-tier weapons and armor. It should be a top-grade treasure weapon."

Mo Zheng was startled. Was it a real treasure weapon?

The so-called "treasure weapon" refers to a third-tier weapon.

For first and second-tier weapons, sharpness and hardness are sufficient; everything else is secondary.

However, third-tier weapons are different. All experts in the Visceral Realm are beings who have mastered the martial arts intent, and they have higher requirements for weapons.

Once one comprehends the essence of martial arts, one can utilize the power of heaven and earth to unleash ranged attacks such as sword energy and saber energy. At this point, it is natural that the weapon must be able to withstand the infusion of internal energy.

Weapons suitable for martial artists are forged from extremely rare minerals; otherwise, they would be unable to pierce the tough hides and scales of demonic beasts.

Furthermore, if we add the requirement of being able to withstand the infusion and release of internal energy, then this material becomes even rarer.

The internal energy of a master in the Visceral Realm is so powerful that weapons made of ordinary materials will be damaged after only a few uses in their hands.

Therefore, the materials that can be used to forge precious weapons are either the most special parts of the bodies of third-tier demonic beasts, or rare and precious natural treasures born from heaven and earth.

However, obtaining either one is extremely difficult. The former requires immense strength, while the latter requires luck.

A superior weapon is far more precious than an ordinary weapon. Even experts at the Visceral Realm would be envious and tempted by it. It should be noted that many powerful experts at the Visceral Realm may not be able to possess a superior weapon in their entire lives.

My own teacher actually rewarded me with such a treasure!

Mo Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, this is far too precious. I dare not accept it."

"Take it if I give it to you. What kind of man hesitates to accept it? Weren't you incredibly bold to kill that disciple during the assessment?"

Liu Qing shook his head and directly handed the Hearing Sword to Mo Zheng, saying, "You've only reached the Visceral Realm in a year or two, how can you not have a suitable weapon? If you feel bad, you can return one to me later. Go and try it out."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng could only agree and gripped the long sword tightly.

Instantly, a cool sensation spread from his palm throughout his body. He subconsciously poured his inner energy into it, and hummed!

The azure light on the precious weapon intensified, and the ferocious aura emanating from its blade suddenly erupted. The entire courtyard was as if a terrifying beast, eager to devour its prey, was lurking there, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"This murderous aura, tsk tsk tsk, is no weaker than that of a beast king. I almost thought it was a divine weapon," Headmaster Feng praised.

What martial artist doesn't love weapons?

Especially such a weapon, full of ferocity, must have slain many powerful enemies and monsters, and only their blood could have given it such power.

Liu Qing shook his head and said, "It's not a divine weapon, it has no spirituality. If it were truly a divine weapon, I wouldn't dare give it to him."

Above precious weapons are divine weapons.

Those are weapons that only Martial Saints can possess; they are more powerful and more difficult to forge than even the most precious weapons.

Such weapons are priceless, even martial saints would fight over them. If they fall into Mo Zheng's hands, it would be a case of "a commoner is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime," which is more of a disaster than a blessing.

"I don't think he has any talent either." Master Feng nodded and said, "However, your disciple is skilled with dual swords, so it's a bit inappropriate to give him only one."

"One sword isn't enough?" Liu Qing's eyes widened. "No one gave me a sword back then. If he wants one, he can hunt down a third-tier demonic beast to exchange for it."

"You old codger, you're so stingy," Headmaster Feng said with a laugh.

Mo Zheng was completely unaware of the conversation between the two. He had already picked up the speaker and walked to the center of the courtyard.

This precious weapon has a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and its sharpness is so great that just looking at it makes one's heart tremble. It is also extremely light, feeling to weigh no more than ten pounds.

call out!

He raised his hand and waved it, sending out a sword aura that struck the testing stone beside him, easily slicing a large rock weighing several thousand kilograms in two.

Upon seeing this, Mo Zheng was immediately startled. In the past two days, when he stood at this distance and unleashed his sword energy, he could at most leave a deep sword mark on the boulder, and would not be able to cut it in half at all.

This sword that hears the sound has no obstruction or consumption of the internal energy poured into it; on the contrary, it even enhances it, which is why the sword energy has such power.

As expected of a top-grade weapon!

He gently stroked the blade, clearly fondling it. In a flash, his figure leaped over a barrier several feet wide, leaving behind layers of afterimages. With a single stroke, he slashed across a clump of grass in the corner, but the grass didn't even flinch.

call----

A gentle breeze swept by, and the few blades of grass suddenly snapped at the roots, slowly drifting to the ground.

However, it was because the sword was too fast and too sharp that the small clump of grass didn't even budge after being cut.

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!"

Mo Zheng couldn't help but shout his praises. He bowed to Liu Qing again and said, "This disciple thanks Master for gifting me the sword!"

As he spoke, he kept waving his sword, creating gusts of sharp wind that spread in all directions, causing the surrounding grass and trees to sway violently.

Lightweight, smooth, and sharp!

The lightness of the sword means that Mo Zheng can draw his sword faster, minimizing air resistance; the fluidity allows his internal energy to be consumed less, unleashing greater power; and the sharpness allows him to face powerful monsters and opponents without deliberately seeking out vital points.

He was very satisfied with this precious weapon.

Seeing Mo Zheng's delighted expression, Liu Qing stroked his long beard and smiled as well.

He instructed, "This precious weapon is different from other weapons. In your spare time, remember to nourish it with your internal energy. The longer you nourish it, the more compatible it will be with your internal energy, and the greater its power will be."

"Yes, disciple will keep it in mind," Mo Zheng replied.

Then, Headmaster Feng and Liu Qing told him some things to pay attention to when cultivating in the Visceral Realm. Mo Zheng also expressed some confusion about cultivating the Wind and Fire Qi Sword, and the two of them patiently answered his questions.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, the two stood up to say goodbye.

Master Feng said, "In short, focus on your cultivation these next few days and don't worry about Kong Yi. I will explain things to the sect leader on your behalf."

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He didn't mention Wei Liujiang's furious outburst and all the threats he made today; they were all useless in the face of Mo Zheng's demonstrated talent.

As long as you go to the Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate, meet the sect leader, and display your martial arts cultivation, as long as Mo Zheng doesn't intend to betray the Hun Tian Sect, nothing else matters.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Mo Zheng saw the two to the door and watched them leave. However, he thought of Shi Liyan who had died, and the joy he had just received from the reward was greatly diminished.

Geniuses have always existed, but not everyone will embark on the path to becoming a strong person. But a dead genius is nothing.

If Shi Liyan is like this, then isn't Kong Yi the same?

"The Sword That Hears the Sound—"

Mo Zheng stroked the blade, feeling the fierce aura and chill emanating from it. He infused it with his inner energy and began to nurture it in the courtyard.

Only strength can guarantee one's safety.

In the Haotian Secret Realm, every time it opens, disciples perish within.

Under the moonlight, Liu Qing and Feng Shanzhang walked side by side.

With his hands behind his back, Headmaster Feng said, "What do you think? Aren't you worried that he might perish in the Haotian Secret Realm, taking your superior weapon with him?"

Liu Qing retorted, "Didn't you also give him the Hundred Treasures Pouch and the Internal Organs Pill, hoping he could increase his strength and seize the Martial Saint opportunity in the Haotian Secret Realm? If you're not worried, why should I be?"

"His talent is the best I've ever seen."

Headmaster Feng said solemnly, "If he can pass the Haotian Secret Realm, he might be able to surpass the Martial Saint realm and reach that level. If you and I could cultivate such a disciple, we would truly have no regrets even if we died."

Feng Shanzhang was extremely envious of such a prodigy with unlimited potential. In his life, he had gone through many hardships and cultivated to his current level. Although he was only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Martial Saint, he could not see any hope of breaking through. On the other hand, a person like Mo Zheng was very likely to become a Martial Saint at a young age, just like the founding emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, and become famous throughout the world.

"That's right. If he can reach that level, our Hun Tian Sect might be able to completely drive out the demonic beasts and become a regional overlord, just like the Great Qian Dynasty." Liu Qing said with hope.

As the night deepened and the moon rose high, the fog thickened and the chill intensified atop Xiaohan Peak.

Do not be distracted by other things; while nurturing your precious weapon, comprehend the Wind and Fire Qi Sword Technique.

His eyes were half-closed, half-asleep, and his body became increasingly integrated with the environment of the courtyard, as if they were one. At his level, it was no longer simply about practicing swordsmanship, but more importantly, about comprehending, comprehending the heavens and earth, comprehending the wind and fire, so that he could advance further.

Knock knock knock————

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a charming and melodious voice: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother Mo—"

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is her?

Mo Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. With his current physique and strong mental power, no movement within a radius of thirty feet could escape his notice. He naturally realized the identity of the person outside the courtyard, who was none other than Senior Sister Xiang Zhen.

Why is she here?

Even though he was about to break through to the Internal Organs Realm, a hint of helplessness flashed in Mo Zheng's eyes.

Didn't we agree to meet again after the Haotian Secret Realm?

By then, he will probably no longer be in the martial arts hall, but will have already embarked on his journey to the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Come in, Senior Sister Xiang."

Mo Zheng silenced the sound, raised his hand and grabbed the door bolt, which he controlled with his inner energy and dropped it to the ground. The woman outside responded and then pushed open the door and came in.

But Xiang Zhen was wearing a purple gauze dress today, her snow-white skin faintly visible, which was extremely alluring.

She walked up to Mo Zheng and said softly, "Junior Brother Mo, congratulations on passing the qualification test for the Haotian Secret Realm."

Under the moonlight, Xiang Zhen's makeup was exquisite, and she was stunningly beautiful. Her magnificent chest made people's mouths dry, yet her eyes revealed a hint of innocence. This combination of charm and purity made Mo Zheng secretly praise her beauty.

Unfortunately, though the woman was beautiful, she had ulterior motives.

Remembering Senior Brother Zhou Xian's warning, he gently shook his head and calmly said, "Senior Sister Xiang, did you come here just to offer your congratulations?"

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"I miss you so much, junior brother."

Xiang Zhen sat down on the stool next to Mo Zheng, a faint fragrance wafting over her. She smiled and said, "I've been missing you terribly these past few days. Hearing news of you today, I realize I can't wait until after the Haotian Secret Realm assessment."

After saying that, she reached out and touched Mo Zheng's face with her fair, white hands.

Looking at the beautiful woman's charming face in front of him, Mo Zheng felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. However, the warm touch on his cheek brought him back to his senses. He dodged slightly backward and avoided her delicate hand.

He said solemnly, "Senior sister, please have some self-respect."

"How can you possibly have any self-respect?"

Looking at the spirited young man before her, Xiang Zhen felt her heart flutter as she thought of his achievements and potential. She said, "If I hadn't come today, I'm afraid it would have been difficult to see my junior brother again after the Haotian Secret Realm assessment."

"Junior brother has always known my feelings. Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few, a beautiful night. Junior brother, would you not want to spend this night with me?"

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After saying that, she stood up and hugged Mo Zheng.

When the warm, fragrant, and soft body came close, Mo Zheng was momentarily stunned. This Senior Sister Xiang was truly willing to go all out!

He looked up and saw that a faint blush had risen on the other woman's fair swan neck, adding to her charm.

"Junior brother————"

Xiang Zhen's voice grew increasingly alluring, her eyes filled with love as she said, "I know you are no ordinary person, and perhaps I am not worthy of you, but I only ask for one night of passion, hoping you will cherish me—"

Who can withstand this?!

A beautiful woman throws herself into his arms and doesn't want any responsibility.

Mo Zheng was caught in a difficult internal struggle.

Suddenly, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Senior sister, I'm sorry, someone's here."

Ok?

Xiang Zhen blinked her beautiful big eyes, a hint of doubt in her pupils.

Just a few breaths later, someone outside called out, "Senior Brother Mo, Su Gang has come to learn about the essence of martial arts. He hopes for your guidance!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, full of energy, echoing across Xiaohan Peak for a long time.

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