Peerless Martial God 2

Time slowly passed. Lin Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed. His face revealed a trace of paleness, but the aura on his body became even more round and muddy. Moreover, a feeling of Buddha spread out from Lin Feng's bones. Meng Tianlv's eyes widened as he watched Lin Feng's current change, which truly shocked him.    

    

"Phew..."    

    

Finally, as Lin Feng placed his arms on his legs and let out a light breath, the spatial aura on the sixth floor became easy-going. Finally, it returned to normal. Only then did Old Man Meng Tianlv dare to approach Lin Feng. He was not worried that he would be sent flying by Lin Feng's aura again.    

    

"Little brother's talent and strength have made me ashamed." Meng Tianjin looked at Lin Feng who had opened his eyes and could not help but smile bitterly.    

    

When Lin Feng heard him, he was surprised, but then he remembered what had just happened. He smiled in shame and said to the old man: "I didn't think that after I read the contents of the Great Pagoda Art, such a thing would happen. Please don't blame me."    

    

"Well, it's not your fault. It's my fault for being too rash and forgetting what it said when I first saw the Great Pagoda Art."    

    

Meng Tianlu said with a bitter smile. He then raised his head and reminisced about the scenes of when he discovered the Great Pagoda Art.    

    

"That was when I was five hundred years old. I had just broken through to the Sage Emperor level and was on my way back to Sword Mountain when I met a group of bandits. They killed an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion, and then took everything from him."    

    

"At that time, I was too weak to help the old man, so I buried his body on a nameless mountain. But just as I was about to leave, the old man's spirit entered my mind."    

    

"He thanked me for not exposing his body in the wilderness. He taught me the Great Pagoda Art, which he was most proud of in his life. He knew that my talent wasn't that great and he only hoped that this Great Pagoda Art would be passed down in the future so that it wouldn't be buried."    

    

"The old man's soul was gone before I had time to agree to his request, and I have carried it on my back until now."    

    

"Hehe, it's fine now. The Minor Buddha Technique has finally merged with the Minor Buddha Technique. Only when the two of them are together can it be considered a complete Buddha Technique."    

    

As Meng Tianlu spoke, he looked at Lin Feng with an expression of relief. He had now discovered that Lin Feng was the best successor to the Buddha's Technique. He had fulfilled the wish of the old family by passing it to Lin Feng.    

    

"I will never forget your kindness, senior." When Lin Feng heard the old man's words, he clenched his fists and bowed to the old man with sincerity in his eyes.    

    

Meng Tianlu laughed out in satisfaction, and then sighed: "After you go out, don't mention to those people that my Residual Soul is here. Even Meng Ke and Meng Jin can't say it, just let them think that I am dead."    

    

"Hmm, I'll remember what you said, but I can't go out yet. I'd like to take a look at the seventh floor."    

    

Lin Feng nodded and agreed to the old man's request, but he didn't want to leave immediately. Instead, he wanted to go to the seventh floor.    

    

The old man was well aware of this, so he did not obstruct Lin Feng. He naturally knew that there was no danger on the seventh floor.    

    

"Oh right, if you see that old man Li Jian, don't ever tell him about the Sword Tower. He has been in seclusion here for a hundred years and has yet to discover my presence, but since he has succeeded in his seclusion, it is inevitable that he will suspect who that pair of eyes that has been silently watching him is."    

    

"So, Lin Feng, you can't mention me to him, let alone say that you have seen me. Do you understand?" Meng Tianlu seemed to have thought of something and immediately shouted at Lin Feng.    

    

At this moment, Lin Feng had already taken a step forward and was heading straight for the seventh floor. It was unknown if he had heard Meng Tianlv's words.    

    

The old man could only watch Lin Feng's figure disappear gloomily. After that, the illusory figure completely disappeared and continued to turn into dust on the sixth floor.    

    

Lin Feng arrived at the seventh floor. The space here was much smaller than the sixth floor, but there were many Divine Imperial Artifacts on the shelves. They were all middle-grade Divine Imperial Artifacts, swords, knives, axes and long whips.    

    

On the other side, Lin Feng also saw countless Cultivation Arts and even Quasi Divine Arts. Lin Feng remembered that the Punishment Elder had said that although he was strong, he lacked Quasi Divine Arts. If he had more Quasi Divine Arts, he would naturally be able to cultivate and fight with twice the result with half the effort.    

    

"Quasi Divine Arts, Heaven and Earth Top."    

    

"Quasi Divine Arts, Flood Dragon Goes to Sea."    

    

"Quasi Divine Arts, 3,000 Great Daos? Hmm? 3,000 Great Daos?"    

    

Lin Feng walked to the shelf and looked at the Quasi Divine Arts. The last Quasi Divine Arts caught Lin Feng's attention. He couldn't help but pick up the yellowish Cultivation Arts. Instead of immediately flipping through the contents, he looked at the requirements written on the book.    

    

"Those below the fifth level of the Holy Spiritual Emperor are not allowed to cultivate." Lin Feng muttered, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. After breaking through just now, he was already at the sixth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor, so he didn't need to bother with the prerequisites.    

    

"There are three thousand Daos. The moves are invisible, but they seem to be real. Every fist, finger, palm, and shout is one of three thousand. There are thousands of moves, but all of them are for killing."    

    

Lin Feng looked at the annotation on the Cultivation Arts and thought about it seriously. In the end, he could not help but laugh out loud. He had already grasped the basic principles of the Three Thousand Great Dao, so there was no point in looking at it or not.    

    

Lin Feng took a deep breath and placed the three thousand Dao on the bookshelf. After all, this was the holy land of cultivation for Sword Mountain, so he could not take the things inside.    

    

"Hmm? This aura?"    

    

At this moment, a subtle aura attracted Lin Feng's attention. He could not help but turn his gaze to the bookshelf right above the three thousand Cultivation Arts books on the Great Dao. There was a very ordinary piece of paper. However, it was this piece of paper that made Lin Feng feel a very familiar aura. It was so familiar that it could not be any more familiar.    

    

"Tian? This... this is Tian's scent, and Tian's notes?"    

    

Lin Feng became excited in an instant. Lin Feng, who never liked to show his happiness, became anxious. He carefully held the piece of paper with both hands and saw that the words on it were very short and did not contain much.    

    

"Lost? What do you mean lost? How to return? Father, Mother, your son is unfilial. If I make a mistake in my cultivation, I'm afraid I won't have the face to see you two anymore."    

    

"Tian?"    

    

When Lin Feng saw the contents of the paper, his face immediately darkened. He felt that something was wrong. What had happened to Lin Zhetian? And when did Lin Zhetian come to Sword Mountain?    

    

There were a lot more thoughts in Lin Feng's mind. He put away the piece of paper. Meng Qing was Zhe Tian's biological mother, so she had the right to know about this.    

    

However, the only thing that Lin Feng was sure of was that Lin Zhetian had been to Sword Mountain before. It seemed that he could only ask the Punishment Elder about it.    

    

Thinking of this, Lin Feng did not hesitate to go down the seventh floor. When he returned to the sixth floor, Lin Feng could no longer feel any aura from Meng Tianlu. Lin Feng was thinking about his eldest son, so he did not care where the old man went and directly went down the fifth floor.    

    

When he arrived at the fifth floor, Lin Feng saw that Meng Qing, who was dressed in white, had already woken up and was familiarizing herself with the feeling of breaking through.    

    

"Fifth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor, you have indeed broken through as well." When Lin Feng saw Meng Qing, he couldn't help but laugh. Meng Qing's talent in cultivation was also very terrifying. If she hadn't met him, she might have been much stronger than she was now.    

    

"Hubby, I smell Tian'er's scent on you. You..."    

    

"Meng Qing, take a look at this first."    

    

Lin Feng interrupted Meng Qing's question and handed the piece of paper left behind by Lin Zhetian to her. Meng Qing received the paper with a worried expression. Finally, a trace of paleness appeared on her face. Her delicate body could not help but tremble as she was held by Lin Feng.    

    

"Meng Qing, don't worry. We'll go out and ask the Punishment Elder."    

    

"There's finally news about Tian. I'm also very anxious." Lin Feng comforted Meng Qing and then pulled her down the stairs.    

    

Soon, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the first level. As if they could sense it, the door in front of them opened with a bang. Lin Feng and Meng Qing could not help but narrow their eyes. A strong light shot in, and the outside of the tower was clearly visible in their eyes, as well as the figure of the Punishment Elder.    

    

Before Lin Feng could even walk out, Meng Qing had already flown out and rushed towards the Punishment Elder with an anxious expression.    

    

Lin Feng sighed. Motherly love was indeed the greatest thing in the world, and fatherly love was profound. Wasn't he worried about his son? But he could only hide it deep in his heart.    

    

Lin Feng followed closely behind Meng Qing and flew in front of the Punishment Elder.    

    

The old man could not help but be surprised when he saw that Meng Qing and Lin Feng's auras had become much stronger and their strength had increased by a lot.    

    

"You guys...?"    

    

"Senior, where is my son? Where is Lin Zhetian?"    

    

The old man was about to ask, but Meng Qing interrupted him and asked anxiously.    

    

In an instant, the old man's face turned serious, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.    

    

"What did you say? Zhe Tian is your son? Your own son? "