Chapter 165 Broken Sword
"Haha, that's right." Zhong Shiji clapped his hands and laughed, "Look at how forgetful I am. How could I forget such an important thing?"

He stretched out his hand to the left, "Although my Zhong family is not a wealthy family, it has a long history. The treasures accumulated over the centuries are all in the gym. Please!"

Upon learning that Zhong Yuling was going for recuperation, Chen Lang was not in a hurry and rushed all the way to the Zhong family gym.

"Master, everything has been cleaned up inside."

A servant with a sword stood by the door and gestured to Zhong Shiji, who happily introduced:

"Xiao Liu, this is Master Zhong's beloved disciple, his surname is Chen and his name is Lang."

The sword-bearing servant bowed to Chen Lang again and said, "I have heard of young friend Chen's name for a long time. Seeing you today, I find you are indeed very handsome. Come and visit us often when you are free. The Zhong family welcomes you at any time."

Chen Lang nodded casually and walked straight in.

Opposite the door was a long corridor with shelves on both sides. The floor looked like it had just been swept and there were still some water stains.

At the end of the corridor, Chen Lang saw a broken sword hanging on the wall. It was silver-black in color and had been broken into more than a dozen pieces, but it was still hanging vertically. It must have been fixed by some method.

During the time he was in the Pingtian Sect, his soul sensing ability became extremely strong. The broken sword looked very simple to the naked eye, but it was as bright as a lamp when he sensed it.

"My friend is worthy of being Master Zhong's disciple. We have a mutual understanding." When Zhong Shiji saw where Chen Lang was looking, he knew what he wanted to ask.

"This is Mo Ruzhen's sword," he said.

"Who is Mo Ruzhen?"

"The second disciple of Grandmaster Zhong, and your senior brother."

"The one who died?"

"Correct."

Chen Lang nodded, walked to the broken sword and grasped the hilt.

"useless."

Zhong Shiji tried to stop him, "This sword is cursed. Anyone who touches it will die. That's why Grandmaster Zhong used his magical powers to lock it here."

"is it?"

Chen Lang said, "Then try to touch it."

Zhong Shiji laughed, "When he died in battle, his cultivation was at the Jindan stage. I am also at the Jindan stage, so it is no problem. But my friend is still at a low level, so it is a bit too early to deal with this now."

"That's it."

The Sansheng Disk appeared in Chen Lang's right hand and he grabbed it directly. He felt that he had vaguely entered the late stage of foundation building, which was the Golden Core stage. It shouldn't be a big deal.

The moment he grabbed the hilt of the sword, he felt his hand go numb, and a strong murderous intent penetrated into his flesh. At the same time, Chen Lang only felt a flash before his eyes, as if he appeared on a battlefield, surrounded by roars and someone laughing wildly.

"Damn, it's enchanted."

Chen Lang took his hand away, only to see the base of his palm cracked. He shook it casually, and blood flowed out.

"This"

Zhong Shiji was also speechless, and called to the servant at the door, "Bring the healing medicine and gauze."

This person didn't listen to advice, and now he is suffering the consequences.

"Just the medicine is enough, no gauze is needed. Also, bring an extra portion of the medicine." said Chen Lang.

"Are you seriously injured, young man?" Zhong Shiji looked worried.

This is the disciple of Master Zhong. If something goes wrong in the Zhong family, it will be very troublesome.

"Correct."

Chen Lang stretched out his left hand again and grabbed the hilt of the sword, but the difference this time was that there was an extra piece of talisman paper in his palm.

In an instant, his left hand began to crack, his hand bones broke, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

【A damaged instrument has been detected.】

[Do you want to activate the repair amulet? ]

A panel appeared in front of Chen Lang. He immediately selected [Yes], and then the talisman paper disappeared.

Instead, there was a green ripple that spread out from the palm of his hand, forming the outline of a sword, but unlike the outline formed by broken fragments, this outline reflected a complete sword.

Click.

I saw the fragments began to piece together automatically, the cracks disappeared, and finally they became one, restored to their original state.

And that sharp aura gradually subsided, and the illusion no longer appeared.

Zhong Shiji stood beside him, his eyes wide open. As the saying goes, once you break through a realm, you can never make it back. How long has this sword been damaged? Even he is not sure how to control it, but Master Zhong may be able to do it, but he will not do so, because this dagger has a special meaning.

But this is not the point. The point is that this method of repair is the first time he has seen it.

"Could this be..." Zhong Shiji thought of something.

"Yes." Chen Lang nodded.

"It turns out there is such a legend." Zhong Shiji sighed.

He had heard that this sword had a spirit and was not broken. After the death of Zhong Haoran's second disciple Mo Ruzhen, it broke into several pieces on its own and refused to be used by anyone. If it was forced to be controlled, it would devour its owner.

He had tried it with Zhong Sheng and other people after him, but none of them succeeded.

After Chen Lang got the sword, the strong murderous force disappeared, and then the system completion prompt appeared in front of him.

【Repair successful, props formatted. 】

Chen Lang weighed it and poured his true energy into it. A little rust on the sword fell off, and the black blade emitted a clear light and a slight humming sound.

He took out the Seven Star Sword and fought against it.

With a clang, the Seven Star Sword broke, and the blade edge became flush.

Pretty cool, the repair amulet was not used in vain.

"The spirit in this sword is indeed magical. It can even recognize its master." Zhong Shiji was filled with emotion. "The weapon spirit has memories. I wonder how you convinced it?"

"Tao." Chen Lang said.

"Tao?" Zhong Shiji was slightly stunned and fell into deep thought.

“Back then, Fellow Daoist Mo used this sword to fight against cultivators from other regions, and the weapon spirit gave birth to a path that was indeed consistent with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But later it broke by itself due to other reasons. You know what the sword has experienced.”

"The past is past. What's important is that it is in my hands now, and I will give it a new start," said Chen Lang.

This sword seems to have a story, but he usually doesn't look at it.

Zhong Shiji sighed, "Okay."

The elder brother's sword is inherited by his younger brother. This is a good destination. Master Zhong should not say anything.

Soon, the healing pill arrived. Chen Lang swallowed it and applied ointment to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

This injury is nothing. I will have time to accumulate some energy in the San Sheng Pan and it will be healed in minutes.

"Let's go, then," he said.

"Walk?"

Chen Lang said, "I haven't picked a treasure yet."

"Isn't this it?" Zhong Shiji wondered.

Chen Lang said, "This is called returning the property to its original owner. I paid a price to repair it. Besides, what was his name?"

"Mo Ruzhen."

"Yes, Senior Brother Mo is the senior brother I admire the most, but he is not your senior brother. The sword is only temporarily with you. Do you know how I repaired this sword?"

"How did you fix it?"

Chen Lang continued, "The sword contains Senior Brother Mo's will. When I entered the door, I was already inspired. When I touched it, everything fell into place.

In short, it was this sword that wanted to be with me, not me who chose this sword. It cannot be considered a gift from you, understand?"

".All right."

Zhong Shiji was helpless. The sword was packed by Chen Lang, so whatever he said made sense. "Then pick another one?"

"Ah."

Chen Lang picked up the broken Seven Star Sword and hung it back in its original place.

"I don't owe you anything. Senior Brother Mo is the disciple of your Grandmaster Zhong, and I am also his disciple. Senior Brother Mo's sword is broken, and mine is also broken.

Anyway, they are all the same. I'll leave this sword here as a souvenir for the future."

“…That’s true.”

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(End of this chapter)