Peerless Immortal God (Beyond The Dao)

Chapter 11- The Rusted old sword

Chapter 11

Long Yuan clasped his shoulder.
"Don't worry Feng'er, the clan will protect you at all costs. The old Clan Chief would definitely emerge from his seclusion." he assured

Long Feng nodded.

"As per the elders decision, the winner is allowed to choose a weapon from the Armory. Any weapon he wishes, including either one of the clan's top three Yin level artifacts." The first great elder announced.

By now, almost everyone had left. They had rushed away to spread the news of everything that happened today.

The events of today would certainly stir up a hidden wave in the city. It would be the main topic of discussion for a long time.

Only the Long clan disciples were left. They all stared at Long feng incredulously, stared at themselves, then back at him. Honestly to these clan youths, it all seemed like a dream.

Long Feng, who they had always called trash, laughed at, scorned. The bastard of the Long clan, he suddenly revealed his sharpness and shocked everyone with his strength, directly snatching the first place at the meeting.

This feat left the other youths in a daze. And although many of them had the idea to go after him and lick his boot, they couldn't help but each remember how they had treated him before.

At the end, they could only stare as he walked away.

Long feng was led back into the clan by the elders. The clan Chief and great elders had gone to meet the old Clan Chief in his hidden seclusion place which was known only to them.

Long Feng followed behind Long Yan silently, pondering on what weapon he would pick, while Long Yan took a few more glances at him. "Oh brother. You're so lucky. You surpassed us, but we thought our kids would hold our faces up. Yet you casually roamed somewhere and returned with this kid. Your luck really makes one envious." He sighed and shook his head.

They walked deep into the Long Clan to a large building surrounded by several strong men. From their deep auras, Long Feng could tell that they were all Yin realm masters.

He swallowed and followed Long Yan past them. By the door of the building, Long Yan paused. "This is where I'll stop. Go in and choose a weapon. You have an hour. And be careful not to be too greedy." He said calmly and stepped aside.

Long Feng thanked him and walked into the weapons building. He was quite stunned at how wide it was. It contained two floors; the first floor was full of ordinary weapons, ranging from swords to sabers to spears, hammers, hundreds of them.

Long Feng looked around, then walked around the first floor a bit. The most he found were half Yin armament; they weren't enough for him.

"This chance won't come again easily. It'll be best if I can take a true Yin armament. Otherwise, a strong half Yin armament will be good as well."

Thinking this way, he continued on to the second floor.

The weapons in the second floor were much less than those in the first floor, yet each of them was a strong half Yin armament. Several of them had auras that surpassed half Yin armaments and could suppress normal connate realm warriors. Those were the Yin level armaments and they numbered only around fifty.

"These are the Long clan's Yin armaments, gathered over a hundred years. At the extreme end there, you'll see the three top yin armaments." A voice suddenly spoke.

Long Feng jumped back, startled as he looked around and found a hunch backed old man holding a Long broom and slowly cleaning the floor.

Yet when he entered, he certainly hasn't noticed anyone.
"Who are you?" He asked cautiously.