Ye Yang held the White Horse Sharp Sword in his hand, and after a slight sense of it, a hint of joy could not help but appear on his brows.

"There are new changes in the White Horse Blade."

After he broke through to a new realm in the way of the sword, the White Horse Swift Sword seemed to sense the transformation of its master.

The light flowing on the blade is more restrained and profound, the black handle and white blade are as sharp as snow, shining brightly and gleaming with cold light.

Especially the shadow of the white horse on the hilt, which was jumping slightly, with its eyes shining brightly, as if it had smart wisdom.

Ye Yang could feel it.

At this moment, this knife seemed to have become a sharp weapon connected to his soul, rather than just a simple weapon.

At this moment, it is more like a living organism, constantly evolving as it grows.

After breaking through to a new realm of swordsmanship.

Every time he tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife, Ye Yang could feel a fusion of flesh and blood, an unprecedented sense of resonance, which was the fusion of the knife and the heart.

The material used for this white horse sword is extraordinary.

There is the sand of time that is rare in a thousand years, there is also the essence of water dragons and dragons, and there is also the fungi of life and death and prosperity.

The foundation is already very good.

It has spirituality since its birth.

"He has his own spirituality, and now seems to be evolving towards a top-grade magical weapon."

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief and showed a hint of joy.

There is a big gap between mid-grade and high-grade magic weapons.

According to common sense, one wants to upgrade it to the level of a top-grade magical weapon.

It requires a lot of natural resources and energy, and even some special opportunities, to achieve a successful breakthrough.

However, after breaking through to a new realm of swordsmanship today,
At this moment, the spiritual light on the magic weapon became brighter and brighter, as if an invisible layer of spiritual film was forming on its surface, which was a sign of its transformation into a high-grade magic weapon.

One day, when the spiritual light on the surface of this magic weapon becomes brighter and brighter, it will be promoted to a top-grade magic weapon.

At this time, Ye Yang carefully took the White Horse Sharp Sword in his hand.

He could clearly feel the powerful force of time contained in the magic weapon. It was a completely new feeling.

"but."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment.

"The stronger the power of the White Horse Blade, the greater the cost of using the Thirteen Light Blades."

Before, Ye Yang used all his strength to perform the Thirteen Swords of Time, and also used the reserved magic power of the Blood-Dropping Pill.

The Thirteen Swords of Time Spirit Technique can be used three times.

Now, with the transformation of the White Horse Sharp Sword, the cost of using the Thirteen Swords of Time is likely to increase further.

I think I can only use my sword skills twice at most before my magic power runs out.

But what is undoubted is that its ability to cut down on one's longevity will be further increased.

……

That day, Ye Yang put away his White Horse Sharp Sword, but he never expected that a piece of news would reach Feitian Gate.

"The old man of the Li family is about to die."

The old man of the Li family is the controller of the Li family. He has been bedridden many years ago, but he has always led the Li family and followed closely around Feitianmen.

The death of this old man was a big blow to both the Li family and the Feitian Sect.

"Hall Master."

The disciple's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Ye Yang's meditation.

"The ribbons, ceremonial trays, and gifts have all been arranged. We are ready to set off at any time."

Now as one of the giants of Feitianmen, his every word and action represents Feitianmen, which is very different from before.

Ye Yang nodded slightly.

Early the next morning, he called over the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle, which was carrying four disciples of the Feitian Sect.

They all wore plain linen clothes and white belts around their waists to symbolize mourning.

In front of the Li family residence.

The white candles flickered, the incense smoke curled, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"It turned out that it was Hall Master Ye who came."

"Welcome Master Ye to the Li family."

……

When the elders of the Li family heard of his arrival, they all stood up and greeted him outside the door in advance.

There was a hint of respect and subtle nervousness in his tone.

After all, the person in front of him is not only the head of Feitian Sect, but also a prominent figure in the current cultivation world.

Whether it is cultivation or combat power.

They are the people that the Li family needs to look up to now.

even.

This time, the old man of the Li family passed away, and even they did not expect that Master Ye would be able to come.

It can be said that enough face was given to the Li family.

In the back mountain of the Li family, inside a simple courtyard.

A group of people, dressed in mourning clothes, all burst into tears.

Old Master Li lying on the bed had a gaunt face and a peaceful expression. He looked extremely old and had reached the end of his life.

His hair had turned gray, and wrinkles had appeared on his forehead, which was curled up, dry and thin.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang couldn't help but sigh, feeling heavy-hearted.

“A man dies like a lamp going out.”

No matter how stunningly gorgeous one is in life, no one can escape death. After death, one is nothing more than a handful of earth and will soon become silent.

Even after a hundred years, all traces will be wiped out by time.

Even most of his descendants don't remember that he ever lived in this world.

On one side was Li Bayuan, who had just returned from Ruyi Lake, with red eyes.

Tears as big as beans fell down her cheeks, and soon wet her clothes.

Ye Yang was expressing his grief. At this moment, Old Master Li on the bed began to move his fingers slightly, trembling.

It seems to be a scene of last glimmer of light.

Old Master Li slowly opened his eyes and then actually sat up from the bed.

"Old Master!"

Someone couldn't help but shout out, his voice choked with sobs.

Old Master Li's eyes swept across the room and finally fell on Ye Yang.

"Greetings, Hall Master Ye..." Although Old Master Li's voice was weak, it was extremely clear.

"Ancestor, you..."

The people around were crying, but Old Master Li just waved his hands and looked very relaxed.

"Everyone will die, so why act like a crying child?"

"Master Ye."

He raised his head, looking weak.

"I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to come and see my old bones."

Ye Yang shook his head slightly, with a solemn look on his face.

"Master, what are you talking about? You are a senior and an elder, so how can I not come and see you off for the last time?"

Old Master Li smiled slightly, and that smile revealed a sense of relief and tranquility, as if he had a thorough understanding of life and death.

"What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death. Although I cannot say that I have no regrets in my life, at least I have lived up to the conscience of heaven and earth."

Li Bayuan held Old Master Li's hand, tears in his eyes.

Old Master Li glanced at Li Bayuan.

"You are a simple and honest child, but you hate evil and are inflexible, so you will easily suffer a great loss."

"From now on...from now on, I will learn more from Master Ye."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ye Yang with a respectful expression.

"Master Ye, you are a natural born unicorn, and you are very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. I, your silly grandson, hope that you can give me more support in the future."

Ye Yang held his hand, only to feel it was cold, and a faint life essence was injected into the palm of Old Master Li's hand.

But it didn't work at all.

He knew that the other party had reached the end of his lifespan and that no medicine or medicine could help, and that nothing could be changed by external force.

Standing up at this moment is just a last glimmer of light.

When a group of people saw this situation, they spoke up quickly.

"Old Ancestor, don't worry, we will do our best. The Li family will not lose its reputation in our hands."

Old Master Li's face changed, he glanced at everyone present and shook his head.

"It's not the Li family, but the Feitian Clan."

"You are all good descendants of my Li family, and even more so good descendants of Feitianmen. The future prosperity and decline of our family, honor and disgrace, will depend on you, and even more on Feitianmen."

"Feitianmen will always be our superior sect."

Everyone nodded, even though they saw his dull face and felt sad.

The old ancestor's gaze turned back to Ye Yang.

"I have something to entrust to you."

As he spoke, the old man took out an ancient wooden box from his pillow with trembling hands and handed it to Ye Yang.

Ye Yang took the wooden box and felt it was heavy in his hand. It was obvious that the things inside were of great value.

"What is this?" Ye Yang asked curiously.

"This is a treasure I got when I was young, called 'Spirit Source Pearl'."

"It can assist in cultivation and strengthen the body, especially for infants. It is very effective and may be helpful to you."

Ye Yang was silent for a moment.

Even though Xiuya tried to hide the fact that she was pregnant, there is no wall that is impenetrable in the world.

These people try every possible means to obtain information from all sides.

Then please him.

The old ancestor spoke slowly, his voice was weak but still firm.

He had heard of the Spirit Source Pearl before. It was a treasure that could only be born where spiritual veins converged. It took decades to condense one, which was extremely rare.

He also didn't expect that the ancestor of the Li family would give him such a precious thing.

He was about to refuse, but the Li family ancestor waved his hand weakly.

Seeing this, Ye Yang knew that it was useless to say anything more, so he solemnly accepted the wooden box.

The old man of the Li family nodded with satisfaction, then closed his eyes, as if he had let go of everything in the world and was just waiting for the final moment to come.

"I am worried about the future of the family."

"Remember...unity...harmony...inheritance..."

Old Master Li's words were intermittent, but every word was of great weight.

Just then, the wind outside the house suddenly stopped, and the sounds of cranes were heard in the sky.

Not long after, Old Master Li passed away with a smile on his face.

His face seemed to regain some vitality at the last moment, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The whole Li family was filled with crying.

This old man Li

But they knew that the ancestor had gone to a world without pain and conflict.

As for Ye Yang, he held the wooden box containing the Spirit Source Pearl, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Ye Yang picked up the Lingyuan Pearl and felt the huge vitality contained in it.

"This Spirit Source Pearl is no longer useful to me, but it can be given to Xiu Ya. Old Master Li gave it to me because he knew I had a child."

"And during the turmoil, I'm afraid they also want me to take care of the Li family."

“This is the real old man.”

"There are always many regrets in one's life. One may be famous and have made great achievements, becoming an immortal. Or one may live a life of obscurity and live an ordinary life."

“But it’s all the same after death.”

Ye Yang was filled with emotion.

……

After Ye Yang returned to Feitianmen.

During this period of time, people kept coming to give gifts.

Most of them come from Kyoto of the Dayun Dynasty.

Among those gifts, one caught his special attention.

This is an old medical book with four large gold-plated characters "Bai Nan Yi Jing" written on the cover.

This golden book seems to be different.

This book was given to me by Consort Bai Lian Ming Fei.

Ye Yang opened the medical classic and saw a special label made by Yuzhu on the title page.

"The Hundred Difficulties Medical Scripture was passed down from the hidden Dalin Temple."

"In the 382nd year of the Imperial Calendar, under pressure from the Dayun Dynasty, the abbot of Dalin Temple brought the Holy Monk of Haitian, Monk Dabao, to pay a visit to the Lord of the Dayun Dynasty and offer sacrifices to the Dayun Dynasty."

He flipped through it carefully.

(End of this chapter)