"Who are you trying to fool by burning newspapers in your graves?"
Zhang Xing curled his lips in disdain. He did not believe them at all.
To think that he could only fork out 200,000 low-grade Spiritual Stones for such a huge mountain. He was indeed stingy.
"Since your sect is in trouble, I will not force you. If it's convenient, I would like to take a look at these thousand-year-old mountains."
The moment Zhang Xing changed the topic, everyone in the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain was shocked.
What did this kid mean? He did not want the Spiritual Stones but wanted to take a look at the mountain?
There must be something fishy going on.
"Sect Leader Zhang, there's nothing much to see in our mountain. It's just a world of ice and snow. Let's talk about the Spiritual Stones."
Wan Zhongshan couldn't figure out Zhang Xing's thoughts and probed.
"Spiritual Stones are of no use to me. I don't want them. I just want to take a look at your sect."
Zhang Xing did not have any expression on his face. It was as if he had just come up with this idea.
"This … Then I'll take you on a tour."
Wan Zhongshan thought about it. Even if Zhang Xing was up to no good, he would not be able to cause much trouble in the mountain.
After all, both sides had already made peace. He would not be able to cause trouble even if he wanted to.
Wouldn't it be over if they did not give him a chance?
"Hehe, then let's go. I'll take a look around and leave."
Zhang Xing said with a smile.
Wan Zhongshan waved his hand and the other elders followed behind him. They accompanied Zhang Xing to take a look around.
Two hours later, Wan Zhongshan and the other elders were complaining about Zhang Xing in their hearts.
This kid was flying around aimlessly. One moment he was flying to the east, the next moment he was flying to the west. It seemed like he was interested in everything, but at the same time, it also seemed like he was not interested in anything.
Unknowingly, they had arrived at an ancient ice mountain deep in the mountain.
"Eh?
What's that? "
Zhang Xing saw an ice crystal that was nine feet nine inches tall and one foot wide at the peak of the ice mountain. From the outside, it looked like a giant sword.
"Oh, this is the treasure left behind by our sect's Saint Patriarch."
Wan Zhongshan looked at the ice crystal. His eyes were filled with pride and regret.
"It looks like a sword," Zhang Xing said as he sized it up.
"That's right, this is the Ancestor's sword when he was alive, but … Sigh, forget it, let's not talk about it."
Wan Zhongshan seemed unwilling to talk about the sword. He shook his head and sighed.
"If I'm not wrong, this is a Saint Artifact sword."
Zhang Xing came here precisely because he smelled this ancient aura.
Wandering around just now was just a cover.
"Sect Leader Zhang, you have good eyes indeed. Our sect's Patriarch is a Saint, so of course he has to wear a Saint's Sword."
Wan Zhongshan said proudly.
"A holy treasure is just casually thrown here. Aren't you afraid of losing it?"
Zhang Xing asked curiously.
"Hehe …"
Wan Zhongshan smiled meaningfully, then turned to look at the other elders.
The dozen or so elders also revealed mocking smiles.
"Hehe, Sect Leader Zhang's worries are unnecessary. No one in the world can steal him."
"Oh?
Elder Wan, why is that? "Zhang Xing walked to the holy sword and looked at it carefully.
"Haha, to tell you the truth, Sect Leader Zhang. Back then, our ancestor passed down a sacred order to leave this sword to the fated person."
"No matter who it is, no matter which empire it is, as long as they can pull the holy sword out of the mountain, it will belong to them."
"A thousand years have passed. All the heroes in the world, no matter how many stars they are in the Venerable Realm, want to have this sword, but no one has this fortune."
"They all came in high spirits and left in disappointment. Until now, no one has tried."
"And my disciples can only look at the holy sword and sigh!"