"Xuanling Body?" Feng Jiu looked at the shadow in surprise and asked, "Is Xuanling Body rare?"
Forgive her for having only been in this world for a short time and for not knowing a lot about cultivation, and she had never even heard of the mysterious spiritual body.
"The Xuanling body is a genius in cultivation. Not only can it cultivate Xuanqi, it can also cultivate Lingqi, and the speed of cultivation is ten times faster than others."
The middle-aged man looked at her and smiled, and continued, "In other words, it takes others ten years to cultivate to the level of a Xuanqi Martial Master. If it is you, you may be able to cultivate to the level of a Martial Master in just one year. This speed of cultivation is truly amazing."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment and said, "Impossible? I have tried to cultivate and draw Qi into my body, but I didn't feel any difference in my body, and I didn't experience the kind of rapid cultivation that the senior said."
It took her quite a while to draw the Qi into her body, and the aura of profound energy in her body was not good enough even after practicing for so long.
"That's because your Xuanling Qi channel has not yet opened."
He stared at her with burning eyes: "I hope you will take me as your master, then I will open your Xuanling Qi channel to help you practice."
If it were someone else, upon hearing such a powerful person say that he wanted to take him as a disciple, they would probably agree without a second thought. However, after hearing this, Fengjiu raised her brows slightly, her eyes thoughtful, and she looked at the old man for a long time without saying anything.
"You don't want to?"
Seeing that Fengjiu had no happy reaction, he frowned and released his pressure, but found that his pressure had no shocking effect on her, a person who had contracted with an ancient mythical beast. So he gave up and sighed.
"You don't have to worry about my intentions. I just hope that you can help me do three things after becoming my apprentice."
Hearing this, Fengjiu thought for a moment before saying, "Senior, please tell me. If it is within my ability and does not violate my style, I can agree to it."
The middle-aged man laughed out loud after hearing this: "Okay! I see that you are also a casual person, and your temperament is somewhat similar to mine."
Fengjiu smiled but said nothing.
"Girl, I was originally the Palace Master of Tianyuan Palace, Chu Batian. When I was at the peak of my powers, no one dared to be my enemy. I have been walking around with a sword all my life, roaming the world wantonly! As long as I think something is right, I will definitely do it. Back then..."
He told Fengjiu about his life in detail. Fengjiu listened carefully and learned from his words that he was a willful person, but because he acted too much, the righteous immortals regarded him as evil.
He had a sword called Qingfeng that could cut through iron like mud. An upright immortal coveted his Qingfeng sword and falsely accused him of massacring a mortal village, causing him to be hunted down by powerful cultivators from all sides. As a Martial Emperor, he was not afraid of those immortal cultivators who were weaker than him.
However, they captured his tribesmen and threatened him, causing him to flee here seriously injured and eventually die. For so many years, he has been waiting for the right person to come here, inherit his legacy, rebuild the Tianyuan Palace for him, and fulfill his wish.
"The first thing is to rebuild the Tianyuan Palace. What about the second and third things?"
"The second thing is to go into the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb and retrieve the Qingfeng Sword. As for the third thing..."