Divine Seal: My Grandfather is the Demon King

Feng Ling was a little surprised and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Long Haochen also saluted.

"No need to thank me. This is actually the opportunity that Sanshui from the Soul Temple fought for you." Yang Haohan waved his hand.

"So that's how it is, teacher. I will definitely visit you someday to thank the Master of Sanshui Palace." Feng Ling said.

What a sensible child!

Yang Haohan couldn't help but complain in his heart why Long Xingyu wanted to slander Feng Ling, such a good child.

He touched Feng Ling's head and said, "Have a good rest tonight. I will take you to the treasure pavilion tomorrow."

Silent all night.

The next day, Feng Ling and Long Haochen arrived at the temple treasure house early.

The Temple Treasure House is part of the Holy Alliance Trial Field. Like the Trial Field, it is jointly managed by the six major temples.

The treasure house is located behind the Holy Alliance Trial Field, a seemingly inconspicuous place.

From the outside, it is just an ordinary hexagonal building, covering an area of ​​only a few hundred square meters, like a more luxurious residence.

In front of the door, two old men in cloth clothes were sitting on chairs chatting, looking very leisurely.

The old man was Yang Haohan.

The other old man was very thin, like a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but his whole body stood there like a steel needle.

"Teacher, we are here." Feng Ling bowed and saluted.

The thin old man jokingly asked, "Are these two little guys your disciples?"

"Ling'er, Haochen, come here. Let me introduce him to you. He is from the Assassin's Temple. You can call him Saint Elder." Yang Haohan motioned Feng Ling and the others to come over.

"Hello, Saint." Feng Ling and the other two bowed politely.

However, from then on, the Saint’s gaze was always on Long Haochen, staring closely at the forget-me-not ring on Long Haochen’s hand.

"So, this thing is in your hands!" The old saint almost gritted his teeth.

Long Haochen looked at the forget-me-not ring and asked politely, "Saint, do you have any questions?"

The old saint waved his hands impatiently: "No, just get out of here!"

The old saint was so angry that he even cursed.

"Hahahaha... Ling'er, Haochen, ignore him, let's go in!" Yang Haohan couldn't help laughing.

Long Haochen followed behind Yang Haohan, puzzled.

Feng Ling chuckled and roughly guessed the identity of this person.

Sheng Yue, the great-grandfather of Sheng Caier, the leader of the Assassin's Temple, and the deputy leader of the Temple Alliance!

The three of them entered the treasure house. Yang Haohan took out a badge, and the wall representing the knight flashed.

Suddenly, the wall was glowing with light, and the knight on it seemed to come alive.

"Go in, you will encounter tests. I hope you can get the secret skills or weapons that suit you." Yang Haohan said lightly.

The two of them entered the Knights Templar treasure house together.

Suddenly, everything around them became illusory, and the two of them disappeared into the wall.

The next moment, Feng Ling only felt a powerful suction force around him, constantly tearing his body from all directions.

Then, the illusory and dark world suddenly disappeared.

Suddenly, they found themselves in another place.

There is a valley ahead with birds singing and flowers blooming, and fresh air blowing in your face.

On the steep rock wall on one side of the entrance to the valley, there are four big characters - Qiling Valley.

The spiritual energy here is extremely rich, almost reaching the state of liquid spiritual energy.

The two of them added a layer of aura shield to themselves and walked forward cautiously.

Not long after, a passage appeared on the left side of Long Haochen.

The passage is only three meters wide, with cliffs on both sides towering into the sky and as smooth as mirrors.

"Sister, I seem to have found the way." Long Haochen pulled the corner of Feng Ling's clothes.

"Okay, you go first." Feng Ling replied.

Long Haochen nodded and headed to the left.

Feng Ling felt that what she needed was available everywhere.

Because countless roads appeared in front of her, and on each road there was sword energy rising into the sky, with varying strengths.

This is... letting me choose?

Not knowing which way to go, Feng Ling simply sat down where she was.

She always felt that her soul had some resonance with these sword spirits!

She forged sword spirits with her soul, which might be why she could resonate with these sword spirits!

Only children make choices, Feng Ling wants them all!

"Since you all want to choose me, then line up and each sword contribute a little of your sword spirit!" Feng Ling made a request that seemed impossible to be agreed to.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a ray of light flew out from a road and shot towards Feng Ling!

Feng Ling was a little surprised, but she reacted quickly, sat up straight immediately, and took the sword spirit into her body.

Immediately afterwards, countless sword spirits flew over, vying to merge into Feng Ling's body.

Is she so popular?

Without time to think, Feng Ling closed her eyes and began to refine.

On the other side, in the darkness, Long Haochen finally defeated his opponent.

This opponent is none other than himself!

Is this my test?

Long Haochen breathed slightly, and suddenly, a ray of light flashed, and everything around him became clear.

This is a cave, and right in front of Long Haochen, there is a small circular platform, and on the platform is a sword!

The blade was golden, with many fine inscriptions on the ridge of the sword, presenting a bunch of strange hibiscus flowers, the hilt was a dark blue dragon head, and the hilt extending downward was the dragon body. In this way, it formed a dragon.

Without hesitation, Long Haochen walked towards it and grasped the hilt.

His palm ached, and blood flowed out, spreading onto the sword.

"Om-"

The long sword shook violently, and suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light.

"Blue Rain·Hibiscus of Light!"

Long Haochen knew the name of this sword.

Outside the Qiling Valley.

Yang Haohan has already felt the breath of Blue Rain Hibiscus of Light!

For many years, no one has ever been recognized by this sword, not even Long Xingyu!

I didn’t expect that Long Xingyu’s child did it!

"Hahaha, I knew it!" Yang Haohan couldn't help but laugh.

However, the next second, Yang Haohan was even more shocked: "Wait, so many sword spirits! What on earth is going on?"

Yang Haohan was not worried about Feng Ling's safety, because the sword spirits in the Qiling Valley would not harm anyone who came here.

"Ling'er, Haochen, I didn't expect you could bring me so many surprises!" Yang Haohan couldn't help but sigh.

Two hours later, Feng Ling stepped out of Qiling Valley.

Those sword spirits cooperated very well, and it only took two hours for the Feng Ling fusion to be completed.

Her sword training progress instantly increased to 10%!

The spiritual power actually increased a little bit, reaching a high of 555 points!

Seeing his sister, Long Haochen jumped over excitedly: "Sister, I got a sword called Blue Rain Light Hibiscus, what weapon did you get?"

"I didn't get any weapons. As for what I got, keep it secret!" Feng Ling smiled slightly.

"Sister, tell me quietly, I promise not to tell anyone else." Long Haochen whispered to Feng Ling.

"No way." Feng Ling shook her head.

"Okay, now that we have gotten what we wanted, it's time for us to leave." Yang Haohan said with a smile.

"Teacher, please wait for me for a few minutes."

After saying that, Feng Ling looked at the Saint Elder and said, "Saint Elder, if I guess correctly, you are the Lord of the Assassin Temple, Sheng Yue, Cai Er's great-grandfather."

"I want to see Cai'er!"