That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Chapter 33 Get the inheritance

Lin Zhifeng would never dare to dream of such a beautiful dream! This is simply an incredible stroke of luck!

He quickly knelt down and thanked his master, saying, "Thank you, Master!"

It goes without saying that Lin Zhifeng was mentally challenged before, but after he recovered, his father disappeared. Moreover, the sword technique he practiced was so peculiar that no one in the Sword Sect could teach him.

He had always relied on his own exploration to cultivate the swordsmanship of the dual swords of water and fire. Not only was his progress slow, but the biggest problem was that he did not have a fire-type spiritual root.

For Lin Zhifeng, achieving a balanced development of the two sword styles without them contradicting or conflicting each other was extremely difficult. One wrong move, and he risked going berserk.

Therefore, when the tomb owner said he would inherit the dual sword techniques of water and fire, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to kneel down and call him "master."

The man clearly liked Lin Zhifeng very much, and said with a smile, "If I can pass on this sword technique to you so that it won't be lost, then I can say that my life in this world hasn't been in vain."

After saying that, the man raised his jade-like right hand and gently placed it on Lin Zhifeng's head.

Lin Zhifeng then felt an unbearable, sharp pain in his head as a flood of knowledge was crammed into his brain.

Lin Zhifeng was quite familiar with that feeling of his head about to explode—back when he first transmigrated to this world, the system, just like his master, instilled the original owner's memories into him all at once.

Lin Zhifeng didn't want to experience that painful process a third time.

After receiving the inheritance, Lin Zhifeng was struck with a splitting headache. He couldn't help but groan, "Master, can you take a look? Has all the 'tofu pudding' inside my head popped out?"

The man laughed heartily, "You're a very cute child! It's a pity that I don't have time to personally teach you. What I just imparted to you is my personal experience in cultivating the dual swords of water and fire. I'm sharing it with you so you can refer to it when you start cultivating, and at least you'll avoid a lot of detours."

Lin Zhifeng knew what was good for him, but the thought of his master disappearing soon made him feel a pang of sadness. He deliberately forced himself to tell a joke to break the somber atmosphere.

The man stroked Lin Zhifeng's head and said, "Good disciple, I think you are a gentle person and will be a good partner in the future. However, this is both a good and a bad thing. The person you are with will be well taken care of; but you yourself will often suffer. Take your master's advice, from now on we will focus on cultivation and stay away from love."

Lin Zhifeng thought to himself: Master, you've been bitten by a snake once! Actually, there's no need to overcorrect.

However, he readily agreed, "Master, don't worry! As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't fall in love! I have no interest in those romantic matters; my goal is to ascend to immortality."

Upon hearing his words, the master's smile froze on his face, and he asked blankly with unfocused eyes, "Is becoming an immortal really that important?"

Lin Zhifeng realized he had said the wrong thing; his usual quick wit was now useless.

After a long pause, his master sighed and said, "I'm fine, you don't need to be like this. You're an interesting disciple, it's a pity that your master can't personally teach you and watch you ascend to immortality."

Lin Zhifeng's nose tingled with emotion. "Master, you really think highly of your disciple! I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage by using in-game currency. But since Master thinks so highly of me, I have to try my best for Master's sake."

His master said, "Well, you should work hard on yourself. After I'm gone, take off the ring on my remains and wear it. It's an elemental manipulation ring. I see you have a water elemental root, so wearing this ring will give you the ability to manipulate fire elements. You'll be able to master the dual swords of water and fire with ease in the future."

"Take everything from the room next door where the spirit stones and herbs are kept. Don't waste it."

"Go on, take your brothers and get out of here. Don't disturb this old man's rest again."

After saying this, his eyes slowly closed.

Lin Zhifeng kowtowed to thank his master with tears in his eyes.

When he raised his head again, his once peerless beauty had turned into a pile of withered bones.

The pillar of light above the master's head also disappeared completely, and the bead on the ceiling of the tomb chamber no longer emitted light.

The system then popped up and sighed, "This bead should be a Soul Nourishing Bead. A wisp of your master's remnant soul resided in it before, waiting for a destined person. Now that the power of the remnant soul has been exhausted, the body has no nourishment and has turned into a pile of bones."

Seeing Lin Zhifeng standing there in a daze, the system continued to comfort him: "Your master is long gone. He is probably even older and more powerful than you are now after his reincarnation. Don't be sad. If you are destined to meet again, you may be able to meet again in the future."

Lin Zhifeng felt a little better after hearing what he said.

But what about my master's reincarnation? It has nothing to do with me. Strictly speaking, my master is just a remnant soul. He has already vanished, and I will never see him again.

Lin Zhifeng became increasingly melancholy, standing there for a long time unable to let go of his worries.

The system urged, "Lin Jun and the others are coming soon. Go and take off the Elemental Manipulation Ring."

Lin Zhifeng kowtowed three more times to his master before taking the ring off his master's remains.

Lin Jun and the others had all snapped out of their trance the instant Lin Zhifeng's master's remnant soul dissipated. Their cultivation levels had all improved significantly.

Lin Jun and his group eventually gathered together to search for Lin Zhifeng.

On the way, they also checked the nearby tomb chamber and saw a massive amount of spirit stones, pills, and herbs piled up on the shelves. Lin Zhi hadn't even taken advantage of their moment of enlightenment to devour them all by himself. This brother is incredibly loyal!

Seeing that they had come looking for him, Lin Zhifeng regained his spirits.

He didn't explain much, but led everyone out of the inner chamber of the tomb. Then he personally wiped away the poem on the door, closed the door, and left his master alone inside.

The items in the last side chamber were distributed by Lin Jun and the others. He even specially selected some suitable spiritual herbs and medicines and saved a portion for Lin Zhifeng.

After leaving the ancient tomb, Lin Zhifeng set up a hidden barrier on the stone gate.

This means that, at least within this secret realm, those with cultivation levels below the Nascent Soul stage are no longer allowed to enter. And currently, those who have broken through to the Divine Transformation stage within the last hundred years are still a minority in this secret realm.

When Lin Zhifeng and his group appeared out of thin air from the swamp that day, less than an hour had passed outside.

At that time, Ding Mo and his team were still trying to salvage them.

How did Ding Mo and his group manage to dig a huge pit in the swamp where they disappeared?

What's even more amazing is that the mud and water in the swamp don't flow into this pit.

If given a little more time, they'll probably be able to dig up Master Lin Zhifeng's grave.

Seeing that they had all returned unharmed, Ding Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Too scary!

More than twenty disciples disappeared at once. Although they weren't elite disciples, they couldn't just vanish like that.

Of these people, Lin Zhifeng is the sect leader's son, so there's no need to mention him; the rest also don't have simple backgrounds. They are either the Grand Elder, the elder's son, or a direct disciple.

If any of them were lost, Ding Mo would have a hard time explaining it when he got back! Being a team leader is really tough!

Ding Mo said, "It's good that you're back. Let's quickly explore the remaining areas and spend the night in the open space opposite the swamp."

The disciples of the Sword Sect replied in unison, "Yes, Martial Uncle."

Everyone quickened their pace. Especially Lin Zhifeng and his group, who had received swordsmanship training in the tomb and whose strength had improved. Now, working together in perfect harmony, their speed wasn't much slower than that of the elite disciples.

Ding Mo saw this and knew in his heart that they must have had some kind of adventure during the time they were missing, and benefited greatly from it.

"They're lucky kids!" Ding Mo thought to himself.

Luckily, Lin Zhifeng didn't hear his thoughts, otherwise his tail would probably be wagging in the air—"The lucky koi is right here! It's all because of me, otherwise how could they be so lucky?"

That day, they cleared the swamp area just before sunset, after which anyone passing through the swamp could fly low over it with peace of mind—it was a barren, clean, and dangerous wasteland with no harvest.