Although they haven't fought before, Sword Spirit is originally a mystical lifeform nurtured from a Divine Artifact, and it has so special sensor towards those with a strong Gift.
When Zhang nglong appeared, he imdiately spotted him among the crowd, and his attention was irresistibly drawn to him. It was because Zhang nglong possessed an aura that ordinary people simply couldn't have.
While Long Sen's Gift is quite good, among the many on this square, his Gift and achievent in swordsmanship can only be considered above average, not even close to being top-notch. The difference compared to Zhang nglong is quite substantial.
In his eyes, soone like Long Sen is completely unqualified to inherit from Sword God Manor.
"Kid, what do you an?" Long Sen knew the gap between himself and Zhang nglong, but the Sword Spirit's words were too excessive. What does "what level is he"? Although not comparable to Zhang nglong, he thought of himself as a promising young talent. How could one glance conclude he wasn't qualified?
"Humph, that's exactly what it ans," Sword Spirit, towards anyone other than Zhang nglong, was still very blunt, "Sword Bone is divided into levels, and your Sword Bone is at most Third-class, not even qualified to join as outer sect disciples at Sword God Manor, you'd better give up."
The Sword Bone ntioned by Sword Spirit refers to a special change that occurs in the bones when a Sword Cultivator advances to the Divine Breath Realm, which is the perfect Life Level. Sword Qi integrates into the bones of the Sword Cultivator, marking them with a sword's imprint.
This imprint is quite similar to Spirit Vein. The higher the swordsmanship Gift, the higher the level of Sword Bone that manifests, with First-class being the highest and Ninth-class being the lowest.
In fact, a Third-class Sword Bone is quite good. Most people on this square have roughly Fifth-class Sword Bones. Those above Third-class are rare, and those capable of forming Second-class or even First-class Sword Bones are even rarer.
As for Zhang nglong himself, his Sword Bone level can't even be evaluated by ordinary levels. If forced to evaluate, it would be either Saint Grade or Divine Grade, a level that never appeared even in the Ancient Era.
"Brother, can you at least find soone better?" Having dispatched Long Sen, the little Sword Spirit then adopted a pitiful expression looking at Zhang nglong, "Brother, maybe you should take the Sword God Manor. I've waited so long for a genius like you. He couldn't comprehend my master's swordsmanship in his lifeti, and giving him the Sword God Manor would be an insult to it."
"Damn it, you keep insulting !" Long Sen couldn't bear it, "Calling an idiot? Have the guts to duel !"
The little Sword Spirit's gaze locked onto Long Sen, and suddenly a sword slash appeared on the ground less than a ter in front of Long Sen, as if a giant sword was thrust into it.
Long Sen was so frightened that he fell to the ground. This cute-looking little Sword Spirit unexpectedly turned out to be terrifying; a re gaze from him released such fearso Sword Qi. If that sword had struck him, his family would be feasting by next year.
"Heh heh heh, I'm not interrupting your conversation." Long Sen understood not to be reckless; challenging this Sword Spirit solo ant not knowing how he might perish.
"I'm really not interested in your Sword God Manor," Zhang nglong said, "But I promised to help you find an heir, I'll definitely find one."
"Him?" The little Sword Spirit glanced at Long Sen again, "Brother, you must be kidding. With his level, I can't even barely tolerate it."
"That's not the way to say it, you only look at Gift!" Zhang nglong said, "I'll help you find soone with Sword Bone levels off the chart, won't that do?"
"Find one?" The little Sword Spirit was stunned; can this be fabricated?
Although one's mastery in swordsmanship can't be entirely decided by Sword Bone level, so may suddenly comprehend and achieve a swordsmanship realm they shouldn't understand. However, such exceptions are rare, and he's unwilling to challenge those odds.
Moreover, Sword Bone levels are determined by one's innate conditions. Even soone who never learned swordsmanship might have a high Sword Bone level, akin to so being born math geniuses or artistic prodigies, while others are inherently inept in those areas.
The fluctuation of Sword Bone levels due to the environnt might shift a level at most, and once the Sword Bone has ford, the chance of upgrading is almost non-existent. He's never heard of anyone whose Sword Bone had advanced.
"Wait a mont."
Zhang nglong casually took out a dicine Cauldron. Long Sen's eyes lit up, knowing Zhang nglong was about to do Alchemy.
"Not surprising for the man I chose," the little Sword Spirit showed a look of admiration, "Brother can even do Alchemy!"
"Oops, wrong one," Zhang nglong looked a bit embarrassed, then he put the dicine Cauldron back. After rummaging around a bit, he took out a test tube.
"Give a drop of blood," Zhang nglong said to Long Sen.
"Huh? A drop of blood? What for?"
"Don't ask much!" Zhang nglong directly sliced Long Sen's arm. Instantly a stream of blood shot out, which Zhang nglong collected with his spiritual power into the test tube.
"Give the ti of a song!" A phantom mist appeared around Zhang nglong. He stepped inside and vanished from everyone's view.
"Truly my brother, such a mysterious man." The little Sword Spirit admired Zhang nglong intensely.
"Quite the flatterer…"
...
After a few minutes, amidst the sa mist, Zhang nglong erged, still holding the test tube, now filled with liquid.
The liquid amounted to only a few dozen milliliters, tasteless, but curiously, a golden sword's shadow hovered within the liquid.
Zhang nglong gently shook the test tube, dissipating the golden sword instantly. When the liquid stilled, the golden sword reford again.
"Drink it all at once," Zhang nglong handed the test tube to Long Sen.
"What's this?" Long Sen took the test tube, closely inspecting the liquid within.
"Don't ask; if you ask, it's poison. Will you drink it or not?" Zhang nglong rolled his eyes.
"Of course, I'll drink!" Long Sen had a gut feeling this must be sothing good. He even sensed that others were staring at the test tube in his hand with a greedy look.
He quickly drank the liquid in one go, "Hmm? Quite tasty."
"What exactly is this? Why does it feel like nothing special happened after drinking, could it be…"
Suddenly, Long Sen's speech ceased abruptly. His pupils widened several tis over, and two golden swords appeared within them, his aura undergoing a drastic transformation instantaneously.
"Brother, what exactly did you give him?" The little Sword Spirit glanced at Long Sen, feeling as if Long Sen had transford into a treasure sword awaiting tempering.
"Just a Bloodline Potion," Zhang nglong added,"Sword God Bloodline!"
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