Chapter 0047 - Borrowing a Sword

Qin Wen returned to the Main Sacrifice Mountain Bush the same way he had gone.

This time it was much faster than when he went there, but as he approached the Main Sacrifice Mountain Bush, he ran into a strange incident.

It was almost dark, Qin Wen was taking a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a Spirit Trout, and was about to make a fire to roast the fish when a man suddenly burst into the valley.

He was staggering on his feet, his clothes tattered, and black shackles hanging from his body like a prisoner.

He was weak and exhausted.

Qin Wen frowned slightly as he slowly stood up, his right hand resting on the flying dagger at his waist, wary of him.

The man was cloaked and covered in dirt, as if he was not expecting anyone in the valley.

He stood at the entrance of the valley for a while, slowly backing away.

But at that moment, loud screams and shouts came from the old forest outside the valley, as if a group of people were rushing toward this place.

The man's hair was disheveled and almost stuck to his face, so he couldn't see his expression, but Qin Wen could feel his inner struggle. As the voices from behind approached, the man gritted his teeth and turned around to run away.

Qin Wen suddenly pointed into the valley, "Hide in there!"

The man looked inside, then back at Qin Wen, and without saying a word, he staggered and hid in the innermost part of the valley, where there was a thick patch of vine grass, and behind the vine grass was a hidden corner.

As if nothing had happened, Qin Wen sat on a rock and roasted his Spirit Trout.

Shortly after, a group of men in black power suits rushed into the valley, their aura was very strong, like sheathed swords, it was as if they could feel the sharp aura coming from far away.

At a glance, they saw Qin Wen grilling fish by the lake, they frowned in unison and did not dare to enter.

Qin Wen's heart tightened as he forced himself to remain calm and raised his eyes to look at them, this group of people were wearing the same clothes with the same curved swords, they were also all wearing alabaster masks with only two thin slits on top of the masks, making them look very bizarre.

"Someone just came here?" A man opened his mouth and asked Qin Wen, his voice deep and thick, the eyes behind the mask coldly staring at Qin Wen.

Qin Wen looked at him and then turned around, continuing to flip the Spirit Trout in his hand, "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there someone else here?" The tone of the man in black was slightly colder.

"If you want to eat fish, I can reward you with some, if you want to cause trouble, I'll play with you." Qin Wen is very calm, forced to pretend to city, city even if deserved, can't city twisted his head and drilled into the lake next to him. This lake looks small, but there is a passage under the bottom of the lake, which extends all the way to the big rushing river outside. He had already mapped out the surrounding terrain a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to eat and rest here.

"Heh, arrogant brat." A group of people laughed coldly, but none of them went into the valley, and instead, they had some concerns in their hearts. This was the depths of the Cloud Luo Forest, dangerous everywhere, it was hard for a person to survive, and this teenager was not only neatly dressed and clean as if he had just taken a bath, but he was also leisurely grilling fish. Either he was really encouraged, or he had other partners who hadn't come back for a while. There were also some powerful people in the forest who brought their disciples to practice and cultivate.

They had a mission and didn't want to cause any trouble, so they all retreated after standing there for a while.

Qin Wen continued to grill the fish at his leisure, and the man hiding in the valley was in no hurry to come out, until the sky darkened and the group of people who had left didn't return, Qin Wen breathed a sigh of relief as the man slowly walked out.

"Have some? Just right." Qin Wen separated the charred spirit trout, placed half of it on the leaves of the tree beside him, and ate half of it himself.

The man stood there for a long time until Qin Wen had almost finished eating, then he slowly leaned over, looked at Qin Wen again, and swallowed in big gulps, probably because he was really hungry, and finished eating quickly.

Qin Wen handed him his piece as well.

He wasn't polite either, taking it and wolfing it down.

Qin Wen didn't ask anything, saving him was a show of hands, but it didn't mean that he should interfere, looking at the clothes of this group of people, it looked like they were from a special force, even more so.

In the middle of the night, the man did not leave, huddled behind the vine grass, bone-thin, his clothes tattered like rags, and heavy shackles hanging from his wrists, ankles, and waist, suffocating shocking stains of blood. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

In the darkness, his eyes were vacant and unfocused as he looked at the weeds in front of him, his body was thin and weak, and he didn't know whether it was cold or pain, and he trembled from time to time.

Qin Wen didn't rush him away, he sat in meditation near the waterfall, swallowing the life energy from heaven and earth, adjusting his essence and state.

The night was uneventful, no one disturbed anyone, and the group of people never returned.

Early the next morning, Qin Wen came to the side of the green vine and frowned at the sleeping person inside.

He looked like a teenager, not very old, but he was covered in wounds as if he had suffered a lot of torture.

Qin Wen took out two spirit herbs and a pair of clean clothes from his bag and placed them beside him.

The teenager woke up from his dream, but he didn't panic or make a mess.

"I didn't mean any harm, this is for you." Qin Wen pointed at the spirit grass and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.

The teenager stared blankly at the spirit grass and clothes at his feet, his expression slightly dazed.

Qin Wen left the valley, sneaking through the damp and dense forest while continuing to hurry. His strength was very weak, a single mistake could lead him into a deadly situation, so he would try to avoid all dangers, and more importantly, try not to provoke the spirit demon, it was important to return to the Main Priestly Mountain Bush first, it was relatively much safer there.

But at noon, Qin Wen stopped at the edge of a stream and looked back at the forest, a figure stumbled along, it was the teenager from last night.

Qin Wen exhaled and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, there's only so much I can do to help you, I'm only in the Spirit Martial Realm and I'm in a lot of trouble, it's not good for you to follow me.

The teenager stood in the shadow of the dimly lit trees, his head bowed without saying a word, his hair covered and his breath cold, giving off a strange feeling.

"Farewell, see you again sometime." Qin Wen was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something, he unlocked his Da Yan Ancient Sword and walked towards the teenager, "I'll try to see if I can open your shackles."

The teenager raised his hands, the shackles looked heavy, and pressed his hands together, shaking slightly.

Qin Wen lifted the sword and tried a few times, finding a good position, the ancient sword slashed diagonally, clanking sound, sparks splashing, but the shackles surprisingly did not get cut, only a tiny mark.

Qin Wen was incredulous, what was this shackle made of? The Great Diffusion Ancient Sword was sharpened iron like mud, very sharp, and its own power was great, how could it not cut it?

The teenager's empty eyes shifted slightly as he stared at the tiny trace.

"I'll try again." Qin Wen pulled him aside and placed the shackle on the moss-covered stone. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as he held the Great Diffusion Ancient Sword high and horizontally, the body of the sword vibrating slightly, the aura of the sword lingering, a heavy sword power silently diffusing.

"Clang!"

Qin Wen slashed down with his sword, a deafening clang echoing through the ancient forest, leaving another mark, but the shackle showed no sign of breaking except for a slight tremor.

"I'll try again!"

Qin Wen slashed his sword five times in a row, and although it still didn't break, he must have determined the hardness of the shackles and had a number in his heart. He slightly moved his shoulders, no longer having any qualms, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the Mountain River Heavy Sword powerfully slashed into the air.

An all-out strike without any reservations.

Clang! Sparks flew in all directions!

The top of the shackle only left a shallow trace, no different from before.

So hard! Just locking up a child, is that so bad?

This is not a chain, it can simply be used as a defensive weapon.

Qin Wen touched the chains, there didn't seem to be anything special about them, but they just couldn't be broken, he tried the Mountain River Heavy Sword three times again, but the result was unsuccessful, instead, it shocked his hands to the point that they were sore and tingling.

The teenager lowered his head, his vacant eyes fixed on the marks on the restraints.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Wen shrugged his shoulders, there was something strange about this person, there was something strange about these shackles, and there was something strange about this matter. Forget it, just do your best, your own strength is too weak to do anything about it.

"..." The teenager opened her mouth, her voice slurred.

"What?"

"The sword." The teenager lifted his eyes, staring through his scattered hair at the Great Diffusion Ancient Sword that Qin Wen was putting away.

"My sword?"

"Lend me the sword ..." The teenager raised his withered right hand.

"That won't be enough." Qin Wen refused, the Great Diffusion Ancient Sword was his most precious sword and a gift from his old master, how could he lend it to a stranger.

The teenager grabbed Qin Wen's arm, his hand was dry and slightly yellowish, but his strength was great, behind his disheveled hair, those eyes shook slightly, "Lend it to me ... for a while ..."