I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God-Chapter 829

At this moment.

Bai Mei returned to the Yunjie Sect and immediately sat down cross-legged in her room.

Her slender jade-like hands gently rose, and between her fingertips was a tiny speck of white foam, resembling a flake of dandruff.

It was the bone fragment given to her by Lu Benwei.

"Take it back and refine it carefully."

Lu Benwei's words echoed in her mind.

Although she didn’t fully understand what this tiny fragment meant, it was given to her by someone as formidable as Lu Benwei, so she didn’t hesitate. With a slight movement of her internal energy, she enveloped the bone fragment.

The fragment shimmered faintly and disappeared into her hand.

In the next moment, Bai Mei clearly felt the fragment make contact with the bones in her palm.

Her palm bones instantly transformed, turning a golden hue.

This golden color then began to spread from the tip of her finger bones.

Within a quarter of an hour, all the bones in her finger had turned golden.

An hour later, her entire arm up to the wrist had transformed into gold.

Bai Mei’s face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Glancing at the sword scabbard beside her meditation cushion, she couldn’t resist lightly tapping it with her golden hand.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out. From the point where her fingertip touched, cracks spread like a spiderweb across the scabbard, which was made of extraordinary materials.

"What?"

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This sight made Bai Mei’s red lips part in astonishment as she stared wide-eyed at her fingertip.

It was important to note that her sword, though not a divine weapon, was crafted from high-quality materials, far superior to ordinary steel or bronze.

Yet, with just a light touch, it had shattered?

What kind of power was this?

She suddenly realized that Lu Benwei had given her an immense opportunity, one so vast it was beyond her imagination, enough to completely transform her.

Seeing that the golden hue was still spreading, seemingly set to cover her entire body, she closed her eyes in excitement and entered a state of deep meditation.

Time passed, and two days went by in a flash.

The entire Yunjie Sect was filled with an immense energy.

This energy was peculiar, and its source was difficult to pinpoint at first.

But as time went on, the energy grew stronger, accompanied by an invisible pressure.

This pressure wasn’t the kind that came from overwhelming strength, but rather a deep, intrinsic kind of pressure.

Not only the disciples but even the sect leader, Guan Ling, and the elders could clearly feel this pressure.

To put it plainly, it felt as if a tiger had been born in a den of cats.

It was a pressure of bloodline, of essence.

If not for the Yunjie Sect’s protective mountain formation, this pressure would have long since spread beyond the sect, drawing the attention of countless outsiders.

As the members of the Yunjie Sect searched for the truth, they began to speculate wildly.

Some guessed that an ancient secret realm within the sect was about to emerge.

Others speculated that a legendary treasure was about to be unearthed.

While the Yunjie Sect continued their search, a massive spirit ship arrived at the sect’s entrance, hovering in the air.

The ship was adorned with intricate carvings, and its dark hull exuded an intimidating aura. At the highest point of the ship, a flag fluttered in the wind, bearing the characters "Fengyun" in bold, flowing script.

Clearly, this was a delegation from the Fengyun Sect.

Facing such a high-profile arrival from the Fengyun Sect, Guan Ling didn’t dare to be negligent. He led a group of elders to the sect’s entrance to greet them.

On the deck, an elderly man stepped forward, looking down at Guan Ling and the others with a condescending gaze.

"Your Yunjie Sect has quite the audacity, daring to harbor a fugitive wanted by our Fengyun Sect."

As he spoke, a powerful pressure emanated from him, his disdainful attitude making it clear that he didn’t regard the Yunjie Sect as equals.