"Roar!"

The Qilin raised its head to the sky and let out a long howl, as a longsword slowly surged forth from its mouth.

The sword's blade was about four feet long, entirely made of bronze, filled with mottled rust marks. The hilt was casually wrapped in cloth strips, exuding a sense of ancient simplicity and solemnity.

"Could it be..."

Huo Wuya seemed to have thought of something, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The Qilin bit the longsword, wagged its tail, and came before Chen Mo, its eyes full of anticipation.

"Is this for me?" Chen Mo asked.

"Woo." The Qilin nodded.

"Uh, thank you."

Looking at the seemingly unremarkable, rusted blade, Chen Mo didn't turn it away and eagerly accepted it, directly reaching out to grasp the sword's hilt.

Buzz—

As soon as Chen Mo touched the longsword, the blade began to tremble violently, emitting a series of metallic clangs, as if it had its own will, struggling against his grip, nearly breaking free at any moment.

"Hmm?"

"What's going on?"

Chen Mo furrowed his brow. Just as he began to feel puzzled, the Qilin extended its claw and its sharp nail sliced open the skin of his wrist.

A trickle of crimson blood flowed out, dropping onto the hilt and being absorbed like water into a sponge, making the vibrating longsword suddenly quiet.

Crack—

Immediately afterward, a sharp crack sounded, with the stone surface covered in countless cracks, dazzling radiance bursting forth from the fissures.

The chips continuously fell away, revealing its original appearance.

The sword blade seemed entirely like amber, emitting brilliant colors. Through its semi-transparent material, one could see inside tree-like veins spreading, resembling a neural network, rhythmically pulsing.

One thread of red light spread along the veins, gradually reaching every end, radiating an intense brilliance, like a scorching sun rising.

"Roar!"

The horrifying roar echoed in the void.

Everyone present shuddered, especially the disciples with lesser cultivation, struck by the thunderous sound, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The sound was particularly familiar to Chen Mo—

It seemed to be a dragon's roar?

As the blood filled the veins completely, the longsword finally quieted down, a feeling of blood connection emerging, almost as if the sword had become a part of him.

At this moment, the cloth wrapped around the hilt fell away, and at the sword's guard were engraved two peculiar ancient characters.

Chen Mo didn't recognize these characters but could accurately discern their meaning.

"Dragon Marrow?"

"Woo woo woo!"

The Qilin upon seeing this scene, became exceptionally excited, jumping around him.

"If I'm not mistaken, this must be the legendary Dragon Marrow Sword." Huo Wuya flew over, gazing at the amber longsword with obsession, saying, "Back in the day, Ancestral Master defeated all the enemies with just one sword, reaching the pinnacle of Martial Arts. Yet, ever since the Ancestral Master's passing, the whereabouts of this sword remained unknown. Who would've thought it had always been hidden within the Qilin's belly? Thanks to Mr. Chen, we have the opportunity to witness its glory."

At the end, the doubts in the hearts of the other Peak Masters and elders vanished.

All evidence indicated that Chen Mo indeed received the Ancestral Master's inheritance, otherwise there would be no way to control the Dragon Marrow Sword.

"So this is the Ancestral Master's sword?"

Chen Mo's brow slightly raised, deep in thought.

The reason the Dragon Marrow Sword accepted him as its master was obviously because of the True Dragon Blood within him.

Throughout these years, more than one person has studied this Martial Arts doctrine, yet Pei Fengmian had never shown himself, appearing exclusively in Chen Mo's consciousness.

Not only giving him the inheritance but also asking him to relay words to the Qilin, ultimately leading him to gain the Dragon Marrow Sword.

All this couldn't be merely a coincidence.

"We don't have any relation, and Master Pei probably acted seeing my Dragon Blood, but he was willing to fade away just to push me forward..."

"And this Dragon Marrow Sword requires True Dragon Blood to control; having it in other's possession is useless, hence it remained hidden within the Qilin's belly all these years."

"In other words, the Qilin has been waiting here for hundreds of years, waiting actually for me?"

"But what connection does Master Pei have with the Dragon Clan? Could it be he also gained their inheritance?"

Doubts filled Chen Mo's heart.

Pausing for a moment in contemplation, he spoke, "Master Huo, may I go to Master Pei's grave to pay my respects?"

Huo Wuya hesitated slightly, saying, "Technically, Mr. Chen's request is reasonable, and I'm willing to cooperate, but the problem is, the Ancestral Master has no tomb..."

"Hmm?" Chen Mo felt puzzled, "What do you mean by this, Sect Master?"

"Since Mr. Chen received the Ancestral Master's inheritance, you're considered a direct disciple of the Sect, so it's okay to tell you." Huo Wuya lowered his voice and whispered, "According to my master's own words, the Ancestral Master did not ascend within the Sect but mysteriously disappeared."

"Disappeared?!"

Chen Mo's expression faltered.

"Due to the great passage of time, many details remain vague, and I know only the general outlines..."

Huo Wuya conveyed in his ear, "Back then, the Ancestral Master testified to becoming the Ultimate Venerable, establishing the Martial Saint Mountain with his hands, acclaimed alongside the Daoist Ancestor as the foremost figures of the era, yet the Ancestral Master still painstakingly worked behind closed doors, never slacked off for a moment, and continually strengthened the Sect's great formation, seemingly preparing for some formidable enemy."

"Until one day, the Ancestral Master and the sacred beast Qilin vanished without any notice, no one knew their whereabouts."

"Half a month later, the sacred beast returned alone, heavily wounded and barely alive, nearly exhausting the Sect's full resources to save it, but the Ancestral Master remained missing."

"Three days later, the Ancestral Master's Divine Soul Jade Token shattered abruptly, signaling his demise and extinguished soul..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo's face changed slightly, nearly exclaiming out loud, "So, does that mean Master Pei might have been murdered?!"