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The room was silent for a moment, then Lin Yue suddenly revealed a look of joy and shouted in disbelief: ”My limit is the Martial God Realm!?”

Qin Zheng nodded, and with a bland expression, he said: ”But you don't need to be too happy, the realm that Martial Soul represents is not a realm that you can reach 100%. Just like with the tens of thousands of geniuses in the world, if you truly become an expert of an unmatched generation, it is only a possibility that you do not leave anything behind.”

However, there are at least more than ten thousand people who possess a Great Desolate Martial Soul, and the truth is that even the strongest War God is practically extinct. From what I know, there are only three that can definitely exist.

”Also, although your Hung Meng Martial Spirit is one of the strongest Martial Soul in the world, at the same time, they are also the most difficult to control Martial Soul. Those Dragon Martial Soul, Phoenix Martial Soul, and other ancient Martial Soul s are often amazing, able to advance at a thousand miles a day, able to display a strong advantage in the beginning of cultivation, but your Hung Meng Martial Spirit requires a large amount of tempering, and the energy it consumes is tens to hundreds of times that of other Martial Soul. The Martial Soul strengthens your meridians, and at the same time, also causes you to consume a lot of energy to break through.

It was true that every time he broke through, he would have to use an incomparably shocking amount of resources. Usually, the amount of resources he needed to break through had to exceed the resources of a few levels of his cultivation in order for him to be able to break through to the next level.

However, he finally knew what kind of Martial Soul he was.

Hung Meng Martial Spirit! It sounded very overbearing! No wonder he was able to jump from being a good-for-nothing to having a perverted physique, and in addition, his strength far surpassed that of other cultivators.

Lin Yue quickly adjusted his emotions and thanked Qin Zheng once again.

Qin Zheng remained unperturbed. Receiving Lin Yue's bow, he waved his sleeve, and a strand of black light flashed before him.

Lin Yue looked at the black light, and when he clearly saw the contents inside, his eyes instantly revealed pain. He slowly extended his hands and cupped the black light.

That was his black Ink Sword.

The black Ink Sword had already been cut into two halves. This treasure, which had carried Ning Taiheng's life and blood and had followed his master for more than three hundred years, lay silently in his palm. A faint chill spread to his skin, causing Lin Yue's heart to feel even heavier.

Qin Zheng said: ”This Ink Sword is also considered to have a decent handle, its level should be around seventh grade, if it were to meet other Spirit Weapon, even if it was a Grade Eight Spirit Weapon, it would not be broken in one blow.”

”It's just that the Three Thousand Weak Water Arts is the divine water of the world, although gentle, it is extremely overbearing, and your Chaos Fire can be flexible as well. When facing the Three Thousand Weak Water Arts, all of the Supreme Yang Fire gushed out, and the Supreme Yin Water and Supreme Yang Fire under the world acted on this sword at the same time, causing it to be unable to endure it and break.”

Lin Yue nodded, showing his understanding.

”However, although the sword is of a very high grade, it is not impossible to reforge it.”

”What!? ”It can even be reconnected!?” Lin Yue suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with incomparable excitement.

Qin Zheng said indifferently: ”That will depend on the price you can bear. If you are able to contribute accordingly, it is not impossible for this sword to be held together.”

”What price!?” Lin Yue calmed down a little.

”To serve my Eastern Tang for three years.”

”Three years of service for the Eastern Tang?!” Lin Yue frowned, and asked doubtfully: ”The Eastern Tang Dynasty is an ancient country with ten thousand years of history, and the strong are as common as the clouds, there are tens of thousands of Martial Emperors, yet Lin Yue is merely a small and insignificant martial master, what can he do for the Eastern Tang?”

Qin Zheng looked at Lin Yue silently, and after a moment, he said these words easily: ”Protect my grandson.”

”Un!? ”Monarch, what do you mean?” Lin Yue was even more confused now, the legacy of the Eternal Kingdom was distant and the descendants of the emperors were rich and powerful, who would dare to bully them?