Chapter 243: The Wind Sword Sect's Secret Chamber.
"I was a little unsure at first, but your actions just now betray you."
Upon hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Bailong, the Wind Sword Sect's leader, suddenly grew nervous. While their Feng Sword Sect's formations could rival Titled Douluo, he had no idea what level the opponent was.
If he were level 91 or 92, it would be fine, but if he were above level 95, with their current strength, they would be no match.
However, upon seeing this, Mo Hui smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to hide it, because I am one too."
He then revealed the three sacred artifacts of the Wind Temple and his own pure wind-attributed energy.
Feng Bailong was stunned by the revelation. Could these be the three sacred artifacts recorded in the ancestral texts, which could only be wielded by the master of the Wind Temple?
The thought of this made Feng Bailong suddenly excited, and with a trembling voice, he asked, "Are you the master of the Wind Temple?"
At this point, Feng Bailong had no doubt that Mo Hui was the orphan of the Wind Temple, for Mo Hui held three sacred artifacts of the Wind Temple! Who else but the Master of the Wind God Temple could control these three artifacts and make them recognize their master? If the person before him truly was the Master of the Wind God Temple, then their Wind Sword Sect's chance to rise to prominence would be at hand.
According to the information his father had passed on to him, these three artifacts could empower a mere Titled Douluo to rival a Limit Douluo.
That's a Limit Douluo, arguably the most powerful force below the gods. With such a figure, their Wind Sword Sect would undoubtedly rise to prominence. The Wind God Temple would then become the most powerful force, and the other three sects would be sidelined.
However, in response to Feng Bailong's question, Mo Hui shook his head and flatly denied, "The Wind God Temple was long destroyed, and I'm not its Master."
This statement instantly chilled Feng Bailong's newly ignited spirit like a bucket of cold water.
This other party clearly had no intention of rebuilding the Wind God Temple.
In Feng Bailong's mind, since Mo Hui could convince the three Wind God Temple artifacts to recognize him as their master, he was either the Temple Master or the Temple Master.
Mo Hui's denial only proved that he had no intention of rebuilding the Temple, at least not yet.
"Then what is your purpose here?"
Feng Bailong asked cautiously.
Mo Hui must have come to them for a purpose. Whatever his purpose, Mo Hui, possessing the three Wind God artifacts, was irresistible.
Moreover, even if Mo Hui didn't possess the three artifacts, he was still a Titled Douluo. Regardless of his rank, a true confrontation would result in heavy losses for the Fengjian Sect, something the Fengjian Sect could not accept.
Therefore, the only option before the Fengjian Sect was compliance.
As long as Mo Hui's actions did not challenge their bottom line, cooperation was undoubtedly preferable to confrontation.
Mo Hui touched the Ji Feng Shi and said, "I just recovered these three artifacts not long ago, but I found that they were scattered around and have suffered varying degrees of damage. So I wanted to come to you to see if there is any way to repair these three artifacts and restore them to their heyday."
"Huh~"
Feng Bailong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Mo Hui's request. If that was the only request, then it would be fine.
Feng Bailong pondered for a moment and replied, "I can't guarantee whether we can fulfill your request, but we have some classics brought by the ancestors of the Feng Jian Sect. Perhaps they contain relevant information."
After hearing Feng Bailong's words, Mo Hui's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Master Feng, where are those classics? Take me to see them."
At this time, Feng Qingcang understood roughly the whole story after listening to the two people's conversation. Mo Hui had obtained the inheritance of the ancient force called the Wind God Temple, and the Feng Jian Sect was also a member of that force called the Wind God Temple.
Feng Bailong's expression and demeanor changed significantly after he saw the three weapons Mo Hui held out. The object in Mo Hui's hands must be extremely important, most likely a keepsake.
Feng Qingcang then stroked his chin, thinking to himself, "Come to think of it, I've also absorbed the pure wind energy within the Wind Temple and received its favor. Perhaps I'm half a Wind Temple member, right?"
Soon, Mo Hui followed Feng Bailong into a hidden chamber.
Mo Hui wasn't afraid of Feng Bailong's tricks, stemming from his own immense strength. Having obtained the complete Sea God Trident and the three Wind God artifacts, Mo Hui was practically unrivaled in Douluo Continent.
His only real rival was the nearly million-year-old Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
The million-year-old Deep Sea Demon Whale King was far more powerful than Poseidon and Qian Daoliu, and even Mo Hui, at his current state, couldn't guarantee victory.
As for Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, he had already completed the seventh trial and was not far from completing it. It was impossible for these two to outdo him, right? That didn't make sense.
"Your Majesty, please come in!"
With a click, the secret chamber's door swung open. Feng Bailong smiled, extending his hand to Mo Hui.
Mo Hui nodded slightly and walked into the chamber.
Although it was a secret chamber, it wasn't dark. The walls surrounding the passage were inlaid with numerous gemstones that emitted soft light, making the entire chamber as bright as the outside world.
"Tsk tsk! So many illumination stones! Your Fengjian Sect is truly generous!"
Feng Qingcang exclaimed in amazement as they walked.
Illumination stones are a relatively rare stone. They can replace candlelight and illuminate soul guides, making them highly sought after by the nobles and commanding a high market price.
A single illumination stone can cost hundreds of gold soul coins, and the number of illumination stones in this secret chamber must have exceeded ten thousand, which translates to millions of gold soul coins.
One million gold soul coins—even for the current Shenfeng Academy, this is not a small amount, enough to keep Shenfeng Academy running for more than a year. However, the Fengjian Sect only uses it for lighting.
"Haha, Dean Qingcang, you're joking. This was set up by our ancestors. The Fengjian Sect today doesn't have the financial resources."
Faced with Feng Qingcang's joke, Feng Bailong could only smile helplessly.
The passage was not long, and Mo Hui and the others quickly walked through it and arrived at the real secret room.
Then, Feng Bailong pointed to one of the bookshelves and said to Mo Hui, "Those are the books left by our Fengjian Sect ancestors. Some of the characters are too ancient, and I can't understand them."
"It's okay, I should be able to understand them."
Mo Hui said nonchalantly.
In order to read ancient books, Mo Hui taught himself a lot of ancient characters, including those from the period of the Fengshen Temple.
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