Yi Ye Xi Ruo watched helplessly as her master and Uncle Bai flew through the air, creating a sandstorm. The outer disciples never expected that their revered master would personally take action to transform Lingyun Peak.

Ling Yunfeng's actions naturally did not escape the notice of the other members of the Haoqi Pavilion, but when the commotion came from Ling Yunfeng again, they all suppressed their curiosity.

Furthermore, Yunfeng gets into trouble every now and then, and it's always something big; everyone's gotten used to it.

Only a handful of people knew that Xue Junhan was transforming Lingyun Peak. They were waiting for the results of Xue Junhan's transformation. Of course, what excited them the most were the upgraded spiritual herbs.

A major piece of news caused an uproar at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Xiu Qiyu was officially accepted as a disciple by Master Zhang Hua and became the seventh disciple of Tianjian Peak.

At Tianjian Peak, Master Zhang Hua and his six disciples gathered at the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.

Inside the so-called ancestral hall, there was not a single memorial tablet, only countless swords. Some of the famous swords had lost all their brilliance, looking just like ordinary swords. Others, having endured countless years, were covered in rust, no longer possessing any of the splendor of famous swords, nor any sword intent or aura, like an old man in his twilight years, already entering his grave.

Some swords, though sheathed, still radiate unparalleled brilliance, their sharpness incomparable, their sword energy soaring to the heavens. Some swords stand alone in a corner, exuding a lonely sword light. Some swords, like domineering kings, reign supreme over the world.

Countless famous swords are hidden here. This place is a veritable sword tomb, their final resting place. Their masters have either ascended to the immortal realm or died in battle, leaving only these cold, lifeless swords to guard them here.

Some swords have witnessed countless ages, their consciousness completely extinguished, turning them into ordinary blades. Other sword spirits still wait in solitude and despair, awaiting their deceased masters or welcoming their new ones.

This is the Sword Tomb.

Behind every sword lies a story, and behind every sword lies a swordsman who was once incredibly amazing, leaving Hailan in awe.

The atmosphere in the Sword Tomb was very somber. In front of the countless swords left by their predecessors, everyone couldn't help but speculate and imagine the history and glory of each sword.

At the same time, he also longed for the day when his own weapon could appear here.

The Sword Tomb has not been opened for hundreds of years. The last time it was opened was when Sang Yu was accepted as a disciple by Master Zhang Hua. It was thought that was the last time. Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, there is another Xiu Qiyu.

"Now, you have officially become the 301st generation disciple of Tianjian Peak. This is your identity token. I hope you will cultivate diligently and restore the glory of Tianjian Peak."

"Thank you for your teachings, Master. I will live up to your expectations, cultivate diligently, and bring glory to the name of Heavenly Sword."

Xiu Qiyu respectfully kowtowed three times to pay his respects to the seniors of Tianjian Peak.

Although not every predecessor successfully cultivated the Heavenly Sword, there is no doubt that they were all inheritors of the Heavenly Sword, and all great heroes who stood tall and upright. Therefore, even though their souls have returned to their homeland, their swords and their way of the sword still exist and will be passed down forever.

The six disciples of Tianjian Peak were all burning with passion at this moment.

Compared to these predecessors, they were too insignificant, and their power was too negligible. However, since they had come to Heavenly Sword Peak, it was their responsibility to pass on the Heavenly Sword.

Sang Yu and Qin Wu were particularly deeply affected, especially Sang Yu, who now wished she could commit suicide.

The second senior brother is exceptionally talented and a peerless genius on Tianjian Peak. Because of her, he remains in a deep sleep to this day.

She showed no remorse whatsoever, indulging in a life of debauchery and immersing herself in her grief, completely forgetting her second senior brother's wishes.

If the second senior brother were to regain his senses and realize that he had wasted a hundred years of his life, he would definitely be unable to resist chopping her up.

"Master, I was wrong."

The door to the Sword Tomb slowly closed, and Sang Yu knelt down on the ground.

“Master, please punish me. I was really wrong. I am sorry to my second senior brother, I am sorry to you, and I am sorry to Tianjian Peak.”

Master Zhang Hua sighed, "Alright, I should have brought you here sooner."

"I was wrong."

"It's not too late. Get up, and cultivate diligently from now on. Bing Su will always be by your side."

"Yes, Master."

The apprenticeship ceremony concluded just like that. Only people from Tianjian Peak were present; no outsiders were invited. The process was quite simple, but in the eyes of the people of Tianjian Peak, it was already the most supreme ceremony.

Tianjian Peak does not need to invite people from all over the world to participate in their disciple-acceptance ceremony.

After paying respects to the esteemed predecessors and heroes enshrined in the Sword Tomb, the disciple-acceptance ceremony officially concluded, and Xiu Qiyu formally became a member of Tianjian Peak, becoming its junior disciple.

"The secret of the Heavenly Sword lies within the Heavenly Sword Sect. I hope you can discover it soon."

These are Zhang Hua's words.

"Disciple understands, thank you Master."

Tianjian Peak remained the same as before, but in Xiu Qiyu's eyes, it was completely different. Before, he was just a passerby. Although he stayed on Tianjian Peak every day and seemed to have become a part of Tianjian Peak, in fact, he was still an outsider.

To others, he was still a pitiful wretch who could be expelled from Tianjian Peak at any time.

Now, Tianjian Peak has become his home, and Juechen, Feiyue, Niefeng, Qinwu and others have become his senior brothers and sisters.

From then on, their fates became intertwined, and they shared both glory and hardship.

Xiu Qiyu returned to her cabin and told Ye Xiruo the news. Then she started decorating her cabin.

Xiu Qiyu took out pots of carefully nurtured spiritual herbs and placed them in the small wooden house. Outside the house, she scattered a circle of snow bamboo and watered them with diluted spiritual water, waiting for them to grow slowly.

Not far from the cabin was a stream. Xiu Qiyu took out some fish food from her spatial ring and scattered it into the stream. The fish immediately began to scramble for the food.

"I never expected you to have this side to you."

Xiu Qiyu turned around and saw Sang Yu's ambiguous smile, with a pot of wine in her hand.

"how?"

"You should be practicing the ruthless sword technique, the sword of slaughter, yet you are creating life right now. Don't you find that very abnormal?"

"That's because you haven't seen her yet. She is the life within the endless death in my swordsmanship, my salvation, my everything."

Sang Yu almost spat out the sip of spiritual wine she had just taken. Was this person Xiu Qiyu?