Chapter 40: The Spear of the God of War

Upon hearing the words of the sect leader, Bai Feiyu expressed his gratitude with utmost respect before stepping inside. He was determined to select his own techniques this time, no longer content with merely picking up what others had discarded.

“Remember, don’t be greedy. Mastery is key. Find a technique that truly suits you,” the sect leader advised. “Just as you eat one bite at a time, you cannot become strong all at once.”

With these words, the sect leader took his leave, fearing he might disturb Bai Feiyu’s selection.

Left alone in the grand hall, Bai Feiyu wandered among the dazzling array of techniques, overwhelmed by their variety and splendor. Even he, usually composed, felt a touch of awe, as though he were a country bumpkin entering a wondrous garden for the first time. With so many options, choosing proved a daunting task.

Bai Feiyu made his choices with care. Truthfully, in front of such abundance, it was impossible not to feel a pang of greed. He wanted each and every technique, longing to master them all, for any one of them would cause a frenzy in the outside world.

“Never mind, perhaps I should choose a suitable weapon first, then pick a technique to match,” Bai Feiyu mused aloud, turning toward the weapon section. After all, the right technique must complement one’s weapon. His previous longsword had been a rare treasure for an outer disciple, but among the inner disciples, it was merely ordinary. Moreover, some items he had acquired from Song Yunfei could now be gifted to his brothers in the dormitory.

Now, he sought something that would truly fit him.

Bai Feiyu entered the armory. Inside, he found longswords, broadswords, spears, axes—every conceivable type of weapon. The heritage of the Guixu Sect revealed itself fully before him.

As Bai Feiyu surveyed the collection, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a spear in the corner. The spear was peculiar, covered in fingerprints, with dust everywhere else untouched. At first glance, Bai Feiyu felt a strange sense of connection, as if fate had drawn him to this weapon.

The spear’s design was magnificent, and wielding it made him look truly heroic.

“That spear is useless,” a passing elder remarked kindly. “It’s only ornate. It was brought back from an ancient battlefield. Nearly all disciples pass it by. You’d be better off choosing another.”

“Thank you, Elder,” Bai Feiyu replied, inwardly delighted. He recognized this scenario—he’d seen it countless times in novels during his previous life. Such weapons often hid extraordinary secrets. Moreover, from the moment he entered, the spear seemed to call out to him, promising unrivaled power if only he claimed it.

Bai Feiyu carefully brushed away the dust, revealing three characters: War God Spear.

Upon grasping the War God Spear, Bai Feiyu lost interest in all other weapons. His thoughts belonged solely to this spear.

“This is the one,” he resolved, taking the spear. Given that he was now a key candidate for cultivation within Guixu Sect, he could always return and exchange it if the spear proved unremarkable.

There was no rush.

Bai Feiyu returned to the section of martial arts techniques. After careful selection, he chose a spear technique called “Soaring Rainbow Spear Arts.” He already possessed many sword techniques, but few for the spear. He needed a spear technique to enhance his strength.

With his technique and weapon chosen, Bai Feiyu left the grand hall, heading toward his own courtyard. Along the way, he had become a celebrity in Guixu Sect; disciples greeted him with envy and admiration.

Upon returning home, the situation became even more exaggerated. His courtyard was surrounded by fervent fans, with powerful inner disciples seeking to befriend him.

“Feiyu, you’re back!”
“Congratulations, Feiyu, your victory was truly enviable.”
“Don’t forget your senior brother, Feiyu…”

Such enthusiasm made Bai Feiyu feel a bit embarrassed, as if he were their savior. Yet, their warmth could not be met with coldness. Though many onlookers lacked true power, Bai Feiyu still engaged them with polite conversation well into midnight.

Their passion was relentless—he doubted they’d shown such enthusiasm even to their own families.

“At last, everyone’s gone,” Bai Feiyu sighed, dragging his weary body into his courtyard.

Inside, he closed the door and opened “Soaring Rainbow Spear Arts.” Though exhausted, Bai Feiyu was diligent and would never slacken. As a man blessed with a golden opportunity, failing to create a legend would be a disservice to his destiny.

After studying for a long time, Bai Feiyu took up the War God Spear and began practicing the moves described in the manual. The technique contained only twenty-one moves, yet covered nearly every essential spear action. Whatever the opponent’s move, these twenty-one offered a solution.

Bai Feiyu’s eyes shone with excitement; he knew he had struck gold this time.

Yet, one thing troubled him: the War God Spear felt no different from any ordinary spear, perhaps even inferior to most weapons in the armory. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Still, after using the spear, Bai Feiyu sensed a strange, indescribable feeling, convinced it was related to the weapon.

“What secret does this War God Spear hold?” he wondered.

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The next morning.

While Bai Feiyu was still nestled in bed, a sudden knock came at the door. He was puzzled—who would visit at this hour? Even Qian Shuang had come by yesterday, delivering the spirit stones won from their wager. At present, Bai Feiyu lacked nothing so much as spirit stones.

Most people had already visited him, so who could it be now?

Bai Feiyu went to the door and opened it, only to find one of his old dormitory brothers standing outside, rubbing his hands and smiling, waiting for Bai Feiyu to let him in.

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