Crying and laughing at the same time, Qing Ling did not hesitate at all, opened her fingers, and followed Lin Mu's instructions to drip blood on the Dao-killing Sword.
Buzz!
Qing Ling couldn't detect anything, but Lin Mu clearly sensed that the internal structure of the Dao-killing Sword had changed.
In the past, there was always resentment within Zhudao Sword that was difficult to dispel.
Although this resentment greatly increased the power of the Dao-killing Sword, it was not in line with the Tao that Lin Mu practiced.
Now as Qingling's blood enters the Dao-killing Sword, this resentment melts instantly like ice and snow meeting the sun.
At the same time, a kind of spring blossoms and a force of hope full of vitality is born in the Zhudao Sword and grows at an astonishing speed.
The resentment gradually dissipated, but the power of the Dao-killing Sword did not decrease but increased.
"Your people of the same lineage are not extinct. Perhaps one day, they will be able to shine again."
Lin Mu held the Dao-killing sword and said to it in his heart.
His words were addressed to the Immortal Emperor's will within the Dao-killing Sword.
At that time, the Immortal Emperor was framed by others and died. In despair, he gave birth to overwhelming resentment.
Now, Lin Mu injected his blood into the sword to let him know that he still has his blood in the world.
In this way, the resentment of the Immortal Emperor was instantly calmed.
In less than a minute, Lin Mu noticed that the resentment in the sword had completely disappeared.
This time, it was not a brief lurking, but a true and complete disappearance.
Without this resentment entrenched in the Zhudao Sword, the Zhudao Sword completely belongs to Lin Mu.
Groan!
The Dao-killing Sword made a long roar.
At this moment, it was reborn.
"From now on, your name is no longer the Dao-killing Sword, but the Dao-Shengding Sword."
Lin Mu said silently in his heart.
The Dao-killing Sword exists to destroy.
But now, the sword in Lin Mu's hand is no longer full of resentment. Its existence is more to practice the way in Lin Mu's heart and to protect everything Lin Mu values.
So it is no longer a Dao-killing sword, but a Dao-promoting sword.
The level of the Sheng Dao Sword also increased quietly.
In the past, the power of the Dao-killing Sword was roughly equivalent to that of the pinnacle ancestral weapon. However, after this transformation, it has not only been greatly improved, but has also surpassed the stage of the Great Perfection Ancestral Weapon and directly entered the level of the ancient ancestral weapon.
"Qing Ling, from now on, you are my registered disciple."
Then, Lin Mu looked at Qing Ling and said.
He knew very well that the resentment of the Immortal Emperor within Zhudao Sword had completely dissipated, and it was actually an exchange with him.
The resentment of the Immortal Emperor dissipated, and Lin Mu could truly and completely control the Dao-killing Sword from now on, but at the same time, Lin Mu also needed to strengthen the bloodline of the Immortal Emperor, which was to help the Qing family regain their immortal glory.
After hearing Lin Mu's words, Qing Ling was stunned on the spot, feeling like something was falling out of the sky and being stunned.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Lin Mu said calmly.
"I, I do, I do."
Qing Ling couldn't control her emotions, cried with joy, and quickly knelt down to Lin Mu.
"gentlemen."
At this time, Zhang Chen's hoarse voice came from outside the door.
Although for a strong man like him, kneeling for a few days is nothing, the key point is that the mental suffering far outweighs the physical pain.
"What? Have you thought clearly?"
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Lin Mu looked outside.
"If I can fully repay Naxianzhuang's kindness, Zhang Chen is willing to be loyal to you sir and be your slave from now on."
Zhang Chen said.
"Come in."
Lin Mu nodded, this Zhang Chen finally understood.
Although Zhang Luo's talent is good, Lin Mu never pays attention to talent when recruiting disciples.
The person he really likes is not Zhang Luo, but Zhang Chen.
Therefore, he would consider recruiting Zhang Luo only after Zhang Chen joined his family.
After a while, Zhang Chen led Zhang Luo into the room.
"From now on, this is your senior sister."
Lin Mu looked at Zhang Luodao.
Zhang Luo was slightly startled.
"You bastard, I still won't kneel down before your master."
Zhang Chen was so surprised that he kicked Zhang Luo.
Judging from Zhang Chen's reaction, Zhang Luo knew that he had really received blessings, and immediately knelt down to Lin Mu in a hurry: "Disciple Zhang Luo, pay your respects to the master."
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
Lin Mu said calmly: "It's not that easy to become my official disciple, so now you, including your senior sister, can only be regarded as my registered disciples, belonging to the outer sect. Above you, there are six senior brothers
Sister, if there is a chance in the future, I will let you meet."
Hearing this, Zhang Chen felt even more excited.
Lin Mu actually only has six disciples under his command?
Judging from this number, it is enough to see how stringent Lin Mu is in recruiting disciples. It is really lucky that Zhang Luo can become Lin Mu's disciple.
You know, not to mention the ancient ancestors he knows, as far as he and the ancestors he knows, there are thousands of disciples in any sect, at least several hundred people.
The more disciples, the greater the power of the disciple, but it will also distract the master from paying attention to each disciple.
After all, human energy is limited and it is impossible to take care of hundreds or thousands of people at the same time.
Now Lin Mu only has eight disciples, and the original six disciples are still not around. Zhang Luo and this little girl will definitely receive Lin Mu's intensive training.
This made Zhang Chen feel even more that his choice was right.
As for the outer disciples, Zhang Chen thinks this is normal.
How could a being like Lin Mu recruit inner disciples casually?
He believed that as long as Zhang Luo performed well, given time, he would definitely become Lin Mu's inner disciple.
"Yes, Master."
Zhang Luo also understood Zhang Chen's thoughts and was even more respectful to Lin Mu.
Lin Mu nodded.
Next, he was not stingy and gave guidance to Zhang Luo and Qing Ling on their practice and passed on several secret techniques to them.
About an hour later.
Lin Mu said calmly: "That's it for today. You have to rely on your own practice in the future. I will be in seclusion in the next few days, so you can explore and practice on your own."
After hearing this, the three of them did not dare to disturb Lin Mu any more and exited the room one after another.
Lin Mu waved his hand and the door closed.
"blockade."
Thousands of drops of mortal blood flew out of his body, sealing the room.
Afterwards, he took out the Hidden Night Mirror and began to formally study this imperial treasure.
Hidden Night Mirror, even a great person like Bai Lingyu would take the risk to fight for it, so it must be of extraordinary value.
On the surface, there is nothing special about hidden night mirrors.
Probably because of this, Naxianzhuang has never been able to crack its mystery and realize its true value.
Eyes of Heaven!
Lin Mu did not give up and opened his Sky Eye, trying to use it to find out the secret of the night mirror.
But in the end, still nothing was found.
When the sky eye is projected onto the hidden night mirror, all that is seen is darkness.
"Mortal blood."
In the end, Lin Mu could only try to inject mortal blood into the Hidden Night Mirror.
Mortal Blood once again gave Lin Mu a surprise.
Buzz!
The mortal blood dripping into the hidden night mirror actually caused a layer of ripples on the surface of the hidden night mirror.
Then, a trace of mysterious dark power was released from the hidden night mirror.
This drop of mortal blood was quickly completely swallowed up by Zang Yijing, causing Lin Mu to lose a drop of mortal blood.
But this drop of mortal blood is of great value, and it has obviously successfully opened the Hidden Night Mirror.