Chapter 1788: Chapter 1782: Sword God Bloodline

Although they haven’t fought before, Sword Spirit is originally a mystical lifeform nurtured from a Divine Artifact, and it has some special sensor towards those with a strong Gift.

When Zhang Menglong appeared, he immediately spotted him among the crowd, and his attention was irresistibly drawn to him. It was because Zhang Menglong 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 achievement in swordsmanship can only be considered above average, not even close to being top-notch. The difference compared to Zhang Menglong is quite substantial.

In his eyes, someone like Long Sen is completely unqualified to inherit from Sword God Manor.

"Kid, what do you mean?" Long Sen knew the gap between himself and Zhang Menglong, but the Sword Spirit’s words were too excessive. What does "what level is he"? Although not comparable to Zhang Menglong, he thought of himself as a promising young talent. How could one glance conclude he wasn’t qualified?

"Humph, that’s exactly what it means," Sword Spirit, towards anyone other than Zhang Menglong, 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 mentioned 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 Menglong 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 someone better?" Having dispatched Long Sen, the little Sword Spirit then adopted a pitiful expression looking at Zhang Menglong, "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 lifetime, and giving him the Sword God Manor would be an insult to it."

"Damn it, you keep insulting me!" Long Sen couldn’t bear it, "Calling me an idiot? Have the guts to duel me!"

The little Sword Spirit’s gaze locked onto Long Sen, and suddenly a sword slash appeared on the ground less than a meter 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 mere gaze from him released such fearsome Sword Qi. If that sword had struck him, his family would be feasting by next year. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Heh heh heh, I’m not interrupting your conversation." Long Sen understood not to be reckless; challenging this Sword Spirit solo meant not knowing how he might perish.

"I’m really not interested in your Sword God Manor," Zhang Menglong 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 Menglong said, "I’ll help you find someone 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, some 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 someone who never learned swordsmanship might have a high Sword Bone level, akin to some being born math geniuses or artistic prodigies, while others are inherently inept in those areas.

The fluctuation of Sword Bone levels due to the environment might shift a level at most, and once the Sword Bone has formed, the chance of upgrading is almost non-existent. He’s never heard of anyone whose Sword Bone had advanced.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Menglong casually took out a Medicine Cauldron. Long Sen’s eyes lit up, knowing Zhang Menglong 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 Menglong looked a bit embarrassed, then he put the Medicine Cauldron back. After rummaging around a bit, he took out a test tube.

"Give me a drop of blood," Zhang Menglong said to Long Sen.

"Huh? A drop of blood? What for?"

"Don’t ask much!" Zhang Menglong directly sliced Long Sen’s arm. Instantly a stream of blood shot out, which Zhang Menglong collected with his spiritual power into the test tube.

"Give me the time of a song!" A phantom mist appeared around Zhang Menglong. He stepped inside and vanished from everyone’s view.

"Truly my brother, such a mysterious man." The little Sword Spirit admired Zhang Menglong intensely.

"Quite the flatterer..."

...

After a few minutes, amidst the same mist, Zhang Menglong emerged, 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 Menglong gently shook the test tube, dissipating the golden sword instantly. When the liquid stilled, the golden sword reformed again.

"Drink it all at once," Zhang Menglong 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 Menglong rolled his eyes.

"Of course, I’ll drink!" Long Sen had a gut feeling this must be something 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 times 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 transformed into a treasure sword awaiting tempering.

"Just a Bloodline Potion," Zhang Menglong added,"Sword God Bloodline!"