Investment Returns: Starting with funding the enemy, that's my master's wife.

Chapter 8: Taking Over the Ancient Sword Without Fate, Luck Descends to White.

Looking at the long sword in Li Chang'an's hand, Lin Qingjian trembled all over. The ancient sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. He could hardly believe it.

"Is it... is it a third-tier spiritual weapon?"

Li Chang'an chuckled and replied.

"Our sect's sword genius certainly deserves this low-grade third-tier longsword."

Hearing Li Chang'an's words, Ning Hanruo glared at him in annoyance. The treasure she had just given to Li Chang'an had been given away by him in the blink of an eye.

Even though it doesn't breathe fire, an iceberg still exudes a chilling aura that makes the disciples tremble with fear.

"Sect Leader Li, you are truly generous!"

Ning Hanruo bit her lip lightly, her aura becoming even stronger than before.

Outside the building, some disciples, unaware of what was happening, were sweating profusely and struggling to breathe due to Ning Hanruo's sudden surge in power.

Seeing Ning Hanruo's slight anger, Li Chang'an scratched his cheek and smiled awkwardly.

"Elder Ning, this is the gift I think is most suitable for Lin Qingjian. I can't possibly meet the future pillar of our sect empty-handed."

"Besides, he's Elder Ning's favorite disciple; I have to contribute something!"

"Sect Leader Li, I didn't realize you were such a smooth talker."

Immediately, a smile appeared on her face, and with a wave of her hand, she looked at Lin Qingjian and exhaled a breath of icy cold air.

"This is the sect leader's high expectation for you; you must not let him down."

Lin Qingjian looked at the Azure Dragon Sword hilt that Li Chang'an handed him, his excitement overflowing.

He quickly accepted the longsword, cupped his hands in thanks, and expressed his gratitude.

"Disciple thanks the Sect Master for his generous gift."

Li Chang'an waved his hand, though he was looking forward to the system's reward, he still pretended to be nonchalant.

"No need for such formalities!"

[Name: Lin Qingjian]

[Realm: Mid-Foundation Establishment]

[Talent: Invincible Sword Heart (Sword Dao Body) (Four Stars)]

[Aura: Purple (A single sword strike shakes the ages, an invincible name resounds throughout the Fallen God Continent)]

evaluate:"……"

"Congratulations, host, on your successful investment... Congratulations, host, on obtaining 200 investment points and a fourth-tier mid-grade longsword, Desert."

Current investment points: 200

Upon hearing the system notification, Li Chang'an could hardly contain his excitement; he was even more thrilled than Lin Qingjian.

Seeing Li Chang'an's hesitant expression, Ning Hanruo thought he was secretly looking forward to the future of the sect.

After all, Ning Hanruo also had expectations for Lin Qingjian, so she couldn't help but admire him in her heart.

"I never expected that Li Chang'an would care so much about his disciple and have such foresight. He truly deserves to be Ren Haotian's disciple."

Without further thought, Ning Hanruo swayed her skirt, cleared her throat, and said with a calm and collected expression.

"Lin Qingjian, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

"This disciple is willing!"

As he spoke, Lin Qingjian bowed to Ning Hanruo.

Ning Hanruo nodded.

"Alright! I had prepared a low-grade third-tier longsword for you as a gift, but since the sect leader has already given it to you, I won't go to any more trouble."

"However, I can first give you a book of my daily swordsmanship insights for you to study and comprehend."

As the voice faded, Ning Hanruo took out a book enveloped in spiritual energy and imbued with the aura of swordsmanship from her storage ring.

The book appeared in Ning Hanruo's palm. Its cover depicted Ning Hanruo's favorite longsword, which stood on an iceberg, colder than the ice itself.

Lin Qingjian accepted the book, which recorded Ning Hanruo's insights on swordsmanship, and put it into his storage ring, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.

"I will never forget Master's kindness!"

Ning Hanruo waved her jade-like hand, secretly pleased with herself, and said calmly.

"Lin Qingjian, you must cultivate diligently and not let down your master and sect leader's expectations of you."

As the voice faded, a jade pendant appeared in Ning Hanruo's hand.

Looking at the jade pendant in Ning Hanruo's hand, Lin Qingjian's breathing became rapid, and he gripped the third-grade low-rank longsword in his hand tightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Chang'an picked up the ancient sword from the ground next to Lin Qingjian, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and pretended to be curious towards Lin Qingjian.

"Lin Qingjian, is this your usual sword?"

Lin Qingjian nodded, exhaling a breath of stale air. He had mixed feelings about the ancient sword. He glanced at the ancient sword on the ground, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Sect Leader Li, this sword is called Wuming. It was given to me by my father before he passed away. He once said that Wuming is the family heirloom of our Lin family branch. It is a sword that can seize the creation of heaven and earth and can forge an invincible sword heart."

As the voice faded, Lin Qingjian thought of his family, a branch of the Lin family of Dongzhou, located on the edge of Dongzhou. It was the night that a third-rate family was destroyed by the main family with thunderous means.

But the demise of a third-rate family is like a leaf falling into a stream in the vast Eastern Continent, causing not even a ripple.

Therefore, Li Chang'an and Ning Hanruo naturally did not know what was going on.

"This sword has been with me for nearly a hundred years, but unfortunately it is extremely heavy, and the blade is extremely blunt."

At this point, Lin Qingjian felt a sense of relief in his chest, as if all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many years had burst forth at this moment.

He forced a smile and tried to appear nonchalant.

"Although this sword is a family heirloom of my Lin family, and my father spoke of it in glowing terms, what use is it? Perhaps keeping it will only attract the attention of our enemies."

Upon hearing this, Ning Hanru rolled her eyes at Li Chang'an, thinking to herself.

"What a meddlesome sect leader!"

Immediately, she handed the jade pendant to Lin Qingjian, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"This sword was given to you by your father before he passed away. Even though you can't use it, you must keep it safe and well."

Upon hearing Ning Hanruo's words, Li Chang'an felt a wave of dizziness and muttered a complaint.

"What a wonderful master, trying so hard to kill his disciple."

Li Chang'an knew that this long sword would bring trouble to Lin Qingjian in the near future.

At this moment, although Lin Qingjian listened to Ning Hanruo's words, he did not seem to have any goodwill towards the sword.

Upon seeing the sword, a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

Those opponents that he could have easily defeated became difficult to defeat under the use of the ancient sword Wuming.

It seemed as if this ancestral sword of his family was inherently incompatible with him.

Li Chang'an was well aware of Lin Qingjian's ulterior motives. He chuckled mischievously, secretly pleased with himself, and even praised himself in his heart.

"This sect leader is truly too kind. To protect my disciple, let his karma fall on me!"

He then stepped forward and patted Lin Qingjian on the shoulder.

"Lin Qingjian, I see you still have something on your mind. How about this..."

"You have lived in the Cangyun Sect for decades, so you can be considered family. This ancient sword, Wuming, will be temporarily kept by this sect master. With our sect protecting it, this ancient sword can be put at ease."

As soon as Li Chang'an finished speaking, Lin Qingjian felt that as long as the ancient sword did not fall into the hands of the family that killed his father, keeping it in the Cangyun Sect would be a good thing.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute without hesitation and replied.

"Then thank you very much, Sect Master."

Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an couldn't help but feel smug, but the surrounding disciples began to discuss among themselves.

Anyone with eyes can see that their sect leader is eyeing someone else's treasure.

As the discussion grew, the system notification sounded again.

[Name: Li Chang'an]

[Realm Level: Minor Success in the Golden Core Stage]

[Talent: Two and a half stars (Fifth-grade Golden Core)]

[Aura: White (After obtaining the ancient sword, he was attacked by the combined forces of the Qinglan Sect and the Heyan Sect, and died and his life was extinguished)]

"Evaluation: A pawn that the Hehuan Sect can discard at any time, and a stepping stone for Liu Xinyue, the woman of destiny."

Upon hearing the system's mechanical voice, Li Chang'an froze on the spot. He couldn't believe it; he had only been bragging in his mind, and now this karma had actually been applied to him.

But he quickly calmed down. Every difficulty is a challenge, but the road ahead is bright and long.

Li Chang'an's gaze towards Lin Qingjian sharpened, as if Lin Qingjian owed him money for a construction project.

"Lin Qingjian, you must cultivate diligently so that you can become the sharpest sword when the sect is in danger!"