# Chapter 1198: The Path of the Sword Emperor
When Lin Feng arrived at the Sword Pavilion, he discovered that the old man of the Sword Pavilion had already opened the gate of the Sword Pavilion and was waiting on either side of the giant sword, as if deliberately waiting there for Lin Feng's arrival.
Seeing this scene, Lin Feng's expression remained calm as he pulled Meng Qing's hand and stepped forward. However, Meng Qing was clearly stunned by this sight. She was still quite shocked from that day when Lin Feng appeared together with the Sword Pavilion's experts, and now seeing the Sword Pavilion people treating Lin Feng with such respect, she became even more curious.
At the same time, the many experts of the Sword Pavilion were also stunned when they saw Meng Qing. The ancestor's sword had brought a woman back?
"Young Master!" At this moment, the old man leading the Sword Pavilion bowed to Lin Feng. The others immediately suppressed their curiosity, slightly bowing their heads, and respectfully called out "Young Master."
Lin Feng nodded calmly, a hint of Skyless arrogance emanating from him as he walked straight inside.
"Young Master, she is?" That Sword Pavilion expert asked in a low voice.
Lin Feng's gaze flickered, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes. With a thought, the Celestial Fate Sword transformed into a beam of light, shooting toward that Sword Pavilion expert. The power of lightning, the power of space, the power of wind, and the power of flame all erupted simultaneously, terrifying beyond compare.
"Boom!" That person's mind trembled violently, his face filled with shock. He hurriedly raised his hand to block the sword's might, but his body prostrated itself as he said respectfully, "Young Master, forgive my offense!"
"Ancestor's sword might, this is the ancestor's sword might!" The other old men revealed fanatical expressions on their faces. The ancestor's sword might was manifesting through Lin Feng. They seemed to see the ancestor, Skyless Sword Emperor, in his youth, dominating the world—how similar he was to the legendary form of the ancestor from ancient times!
"I said, from now on, I am Lin Feng, and I have my own life. Do not dare to inquire about my affairs ever again!" Lin Feng's voice was icy cold, filled with boundless arrogance. The might of Skyless radiated from him. Though it was not powerful to the old man, it was enough to make his heart tremble violently.
"This old servant will never dare to inquire about Young Master's affairs again." That person's head was nearly pressed to the ground. Seeing that Lin Feng's cultivation had now entered the Heavenly Martial Realm and possessed such terrifying sword might, he became even more convinced that the Sword Pavilion would be revived under Lin Feng's hands. How could he dare to have any objections? The Sword Pavilion had been waiting for the day of revival for several thousand years!
Lin Feng snorted coldly. With a thought, the Celestial Fate Sword returned. Then he continued pulling Meng Qing forward, saying indifferently, "I am returning to the Sword Grave. No one is to follow. Also, from now on, there is no need for anyone to guard the area around the Sword Grave."
Having said this, Lin Feng's figure had already stepped into the Sword Pavilion, gradually disappearing. At this moment, to the Sword Pavilion, he was like a deity, to be properly worshipped.
Jian Wubei stood behind the many experts of the Sword Pavilion, watching Lin Feng's disappearing back. He gritted his teeth slightly. Once upon a time, he had aspired to revive the Sword Pavilion and become a supreme sword cultivator. The glory Lin Feng now possessed was the glory he had once dreamed of obtaining. Everything seemed to have changed because he had led Lin Feng and the others into the Sword Grave. The fate of their Sword Pavilion was changing—was it for better or for worse?
Lin Feng naturally wouldn't think about that. Since the Sword Pavilion had once wanted to make him a sword slave, now he enslaving the Sword Pavilion people was karmic retribution. They had wanted to make him a slave, but now they were driven by him.
Who was the slave?
Lin Feng brought Meng Qing directly to the Sword Pavilion's Sword Grave. The palace was not vast, with a faint earthy yellow atmosphere. The old man was still in the Sword Grave, seemingly tired, having placed his broom on the ground while he sat on it, his back leaning against the wall of the Sword Grave. There was quite a leisurely artistic conception to it.
"Senior!" Lin Feng naturally no longer had the arrogance from before. Instead, he revealed a gentle smile. He had great respect for this sweeping old man who had gifted him the Sword Scripture.
"You're back!" The old man said lazily, then supported himself with his hands on the ground, slowly getting up, seeming somewhat difficult. Lin Feng stepped forward to help the old man up, but the old man patted the dust off his clothes and said with a smile, "Getting older and older, useless now. Who knows which day I'll be buried in the Sword Grave!"
The old man coughed a few times as he spoke, truly like a frail old man in his twilight years, as if he could return to dust at any moment.
He extended his hand to look at it, and what was shocking was that there was a trace of blood in the old man's palm, coughed up just now.
This scene made Lin Feng's expression stiffen slightly, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes. He really was injured!
The old man wasn't pretending!
"Senior..." Lin Feng had always thought the old man was pretending, but now seeing with his own eyes the old man coughing up blood, though only a trace, it was enough to show that this old man truly had injuries. And based on Lin Feng's estimation of the old man's strength, these injuries might be terrifying!
"It's nothing. Many years, I've been living like this." The old man was quite carefree about it, casually smiling as he walked toward the Sword Grave.
Lin Feng and Meng Qing followed behind the old man. When they entered the Sword Grave, the door of the Sword Grave automatically closed. The old man casually sat down again, and Lin Feng also sat down in front of the old man.
"This little girl is your girlfriend?"
"She is my wife!" Lin Feng replied.
"Not bad. Being able to marry a Snow Linglong as your wife, you are a blessed person." The old man said casually, but it made Lin Feng and Meng Qing's expressions stiffen. The two exchanged a glance.
With just one look, the old man had seen that Meng Qing was a Snow Linglong!
"Senior's injuries..." Lin Feng became even more certain of his guess. An old man who could see through Meng Qing's identity with one look—his realm and strength were unquestionable. So what kind of terrifying injuries could make him show such an aged appearance and live in seclusion within the Sword Grave?
"I said it's not serious. It's been many years." The old man still shook his head.
"Senior, would this be of any use?" Lin Feng moved his mind, and a pure, flawless jade-green object appeared in his hand. On it seemed to be a teardrop mark, filled with a strong life force.
"Life Tear Mark!" The old man murmured, then smiled, "You got this from the City of Fate, right? Not bad, but it's still somewhat lacking for me. It's rare for you to have such a kind heart. Keep it for yourself!"
"Still somewhat lacking!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly. It seemed the old man's injuries were indeed too terrifying.
"Let me see how much you've improved during these days in the City of Fate."
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded slightly. With a thought, the Celestial Fate Sword appeared again. Lightning, space, and other forces surged endlessly, as if alive, causing a hint of surprise to appear in the old man's eyes. He then nodded and said, "Good. To have reached this level from a single trip to the City of Fate is not easy. You must have suffered a lot."
"It seems nurturing the sword is no longer a problem for you."
"Nurturing the sword is no problem, but after leaving the City of Fate, it's hard to find such conditions." Lin Feng recalled the Celestial Fate Sword. Outside, there couldn't be opportunities like in the City of Fate, allowing him to make such terrifying breakthroughs in such a short time.
"There will always be opportunities. I still have a set of experiences from Skyless Sword Emperor's past cultivation of the sword heart. Are you interested?" The old man said to Lin Feng with a smile.
Lin Feng's expression trembled. Naturally, he couldn't refuse.
"Since it's the Sword Emperor Senior's experience, I would certainly be willing to learn from it!" Lin Feng replied.
"Good, I will impart it to you." A glimmer of light flashed at the old man's brow, directly imprinting into Lin Feng's brow. In an instant, a bit more memory appeared in Lin Feng's mind.
Quietly sensing the newly added memories in his mind, Lin Feng's eyes shot out brilliant sword beams, extremely sharp, as if they could pierce through space.
"Cleanse the heart in the mortal world, make the mind as still as water; no sword, no self, with one sword in hand, no law, no heaven!" Lin Feng murmured to himself, sighing in admiration, "Sword Emperor Senior, a peerless genius!"
"What are your thoughts?" The old man asked Lin Feng.
"Sword Emperor Senior tempered his sword heart in the mortal world, his mind as still as water, seeking no-self and true self, as if wanting to let go of everything. However, when the sword is in hand, from then on, heaven and earth are only the sword, no law, no heaven, the sky can be broken, an absolutely elegant bearing!" Lin Feng's voice contained no flattery, coming from the heart. Tempering the sword heart, merging the sword soul essence, could break heaven and earth!
"Then do you need sword technique divine abilities?" The old man asked.
"No need!" Lin Feng shook his head, a sharpness revealing in his eyes. "Sword Emperor Senior's sword path tempers the sword heart and walks his own sword path. Now, although I do not have Sword Emperor Senior's unparalleled talent in the sword path, even if I cannot create my own sword path, I can still continue Sword Emperor Senior's path and comprehend sword technique divine abilities that belong uniquely to me!"
As Lin Feng spoke, divine light seemed to flash in his eyes, unrestrained and unruly. Cultivate the sword heart, comprehend sword techniques—techniques that belong uniquely to oneself!
The old man smiled and nodded. Skyless Sword Emperor never cultivated the sword techniques of his predecessors. He nurtured the sword for ten years, then tempered the sword heart, walking his own sword path, creating a path unprecedented in history!
PS: After the passionate end of last month, Wuhen was filled with enthusiasm, wanting to show his skills. But everyone seemed to be saving their flowers, waiting for Wuhen to burst forth before giving them. Thus, the flowers were pitifully less than half of what they were at the same time last month. In this way, Wuhen's passion fades day by day. If all brothers think this way, Wuhen simply can't see hope. What's the point of bursting forth? Sincerely asking for flowers once. Tomorrow, I will burst forth. If it's still this cold, then Wuhen will give up on flowers this month. I hope everyone can understand a passionate heart!
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