When everyone was gathering their strength and about to enter the final realm of swords and swords, Mu Qing brought another piece of bad news.
"I thought this Four-Way War was already chaotic enough, but I didn't expect..." The middle-aged man's round face had become thinner, and he was extremely worried. "For some reason, the Demon Cult has also started to make moves, and they're making a lot of noise! It is said that the once-in-a-century saint, who the leader holds in high esteem, is now willing to let her out for training. We can still guess what other sects are planning, but the people of the Demon Cult are unscrupulous and do whatever they want. This, this, is unpredictable!"
According to our informant, this demonic saint traveled light... a little too light, barely even wearing much clothing. She was also a beautiful young woman, which should have been quite eye-catching. However, the most eye-catching thing wasn't her, but the bull demon behind her, wearing only a loincloth.
It's really immoral to see it flashing in broad daylight!
In short, the group marched towards the secret realm where the four-way war was taking place, full of murderous intent. No one knew who would be the next unlucky one.
When Yun Xian got the news, he thought, no matter who will be the unlucky one, it will definitely not be Zhong Changyao.
Jimo Shu regarded him as her own eye, so Yun Xian dealt with him so early. He would poke him as often as he could. If they entered the secret realm of the war, it would be difficult to deal with this guy, after all, the Saint was blocking the way.
Yun Xian sighed and put "Pure Love Witch Hot" back into the storage ring.
Zhong Changyao will definitely have a gigolo, sooner or later.
"The disciples of the Sword Sect have also set off, led by the Liu brothers, and the eldest daughter of the Body Strengthening Sect... The Buddhist Township team has also set off, with dozens of young monks accompanying them, and they are very impressive. The Miaoshou Medical Cultivator is hiring experts, they are very wealthy, and they say that the guards will be 5,000 taels each!" Mu Qing was so anxious that he was spinning in circles. "Where is the Qinfang? Why is there no news from the Qinfang? After all, they are an ally!"
Hearing someone calling, the sleepy young man in the hall suddenly woke up and almost dropped the guqin on the ground: "Who, who called me?"
Mu Qing: “?”
The young boy with a tender face: "...How about I play one for you?"
Mu Qing: “…”
Ahh ...
No matter how unreliable or outrageous this zither cultivator named Feng Ye was, it was better to have him than not. He was also happy with this position. After all, zither cultivators relied on the belief that "having him was definitely better than not having him" to secure a stable job.
In fact, sometimes when they faced each other in a fierce battle, they would exchange glances and understand each other, and would count 321 to stop together. Since any strokes would cancel out the opponent's, it would be the same as not playing at all, so why not just stop playing? It would save time and effort, and still get paid. How great! But he usually didn't tell others about this, as it would easily lead to a beating from the payroll.
As the date of the Four-Party War drew near, a solemn atmosphere settled over the Sword Pavilion. Even Yun Xian couldn't sit still and began to practice. This was truly a thousand-year wonder. Ying Luo finally understood that anything she said seriously would definitely be carried out, just like now.
Finally, the realm of swords and knives quietly opened up at this once-in-a-decade intersection as usual.
The five people who had won the previous competition gathered in front of the secret realm, waiting for the leader to come and explain things. After an incense stick of time, Yun Lang arrived late with a solemn expression.
The Sword Realm is a unique secret realm, passed down through the Jiange for countless years. It possesses a long history, dating back to at least Yun Lang's great master. However, it differs from other secret realms in that it lacks any inherent treasures, corresponding to its level of danger. It also doesn't offer the same level of death as a true secret realm. Instead, it offers more of a "test" than an "adventure."
This is vividly demonstrated at the entrance to the Land of Swords.
The sword spirits guarding the entrance were members of the Sword Pavilion through the ages, some elders, others outstanding disciples whose swords were returned to the Sword Pavilion after their deaths. After years of living together, while the sword spirits hadn't yet reached adulthood, they had certainly picked up much of their masters' temperaments and tones, leaving some of the elder sword spirits especially heartbroken.
When will sword cultivators start to pay attention to academic subjects!
He practices swordplay every day, doesn't write poems, doesn't read books, and can't even match a couplet. He stutters and doesn't feel ashamed!
So, they have been guarding there since who knows when, requiring the disciples who want to enter the realm of swords and knives to submit at least one answer sheet. There is no limit to the number of words in the topic, and they are fair and impartial. The only criterion for judging is whether they are happy.
If you are happy, you can just try hard to write a sword-practicing diary and it will be fine. If you are unhappy, it is useless to write 8,000 words of "Ode to the Sword", "On the Love of the Sword", or "Thinking of the Sword in the Quiet Night".
Quite elusive.
By the way, the current record holder, the eldest brother, rushed forward recklessly. He said he would not write and that was what he meant. After a stalemate, he drew his sword and rushed forward. The sword spirits could not believe that a disciple would be so respectful to his teacher. They did not react and hurried to stop him - they tried to stop him for a while, but he was too strong and could not be stopped.
Yun Lang explained the key points to the five people and handed each of them a jade pendant.
"After passing through the entrance, you'll be attacked by one hundred and eighty sword energies. The deeper you go, the stronger they become." He said solemnly, "Everyone's physique is different. If you can't withstand it, crush the jade pendant as soon as possible, and the secret realm will teleport you out. Remember not to force your way through. While it won't endanger your life, it may damage your foundation, which is not worth the loss. Do you understand?"
The five people said in unison: "Understood."
"Hmm." Yun Lang gave Yun Xian a final, deep look and exhaled, "Then let's begin."
According to convention, the winner of the sect competition gets to choose the entrance first. Yun Xian's eyes were fixed on the five ancient wooden doors, as if he was thinking.
Zhong Changyao's grip on the hilt tightened, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Which path would she choose? The far right? Had she also taken possession of his storybook, attempting to steal his opportunity?
In silence, Yun Xian held the sword, touched the ground with her toes, and flew towards the central entrance without saying a word. The wooden door became transparent for a moment, wrapping her up, and soon, her figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
Zhong Changyao breathed a sigh of relief without leaving any trace. Before a smile even appeared on his lips, he saw Qiao Lingshan selecting the troops and generals. After selecting for a long time, she glanced towards the rightmost position with a look of dissatisfaction: "I wanted to choose the middle one too..."
Zhong Changyao gritted his teeth: "..."
It's okay. As long as he can get the sect's sword, the entire Sword Pavilion will be his.
Be patient.
The five of them entered the realm of swords and the sect seemed to be much quieter, but people gathered in the hall again at some point.
The dim projection stone slowly rotated in the air. The screen was still dark, but everyone's eyes were fixed on that place, completely focused.
"Have they all gone in? Why is there no movement?"
"How can it be so fast? I haven't even started writing yet. I have to wait at least two sticks of incense."
"The teacher said that Senior Sister Qiao has extraordinary literary talent, so there's no need to worry. But can Senior Sister Xiaoyun write? The last time I saw her reading was "The Pure Witch Is Hot"..."
"Shh! Shut up! The Sixth Elder is still here! Are you blind?!"
"What pure love witch? Where did you get the book? Hey, you two over there, don't run away, come here and explain everything before you leave!"
Everyone came to watch again. The fifth elder stroked his white beard, his head aching from the noise. He glanced at a soft couch on the ground and was about to sit down when he heard the headmaster's faint voice: "Elder, you're stepping on my mat."
"?!" The Fifth Elder nearly jumped in fright: "Ha, ha, ha, Master, you are truly, too incorruptible..."
Yun Lang was not in the mood to gossip at the moment. He frowned, feeling conflicted.
He was fifty years old when he had a daughter, and naturally he treasured her like a treasure, wishing to place both his wife and daughter on a pedestal. Although Yun Xian was naturally intelligent and possessed exceptional spiritual roots, he remained frail until the age of five, unable to wield a sword and even appearing to be dying. He worried deeply about the child, traveling extensively in search of magical herbs and treasures. It was then that he encountered his eldest disciple, Su Chi.
Yun Lang had indeed considered appointing an heir, but he couldn't expect anything more from Yun Xian. Like countless parents, as long as she was healthy and safe, that was her greatest blessing. No matter the weather, he and Xiao Wu would be there to support her.
But now…
He recalled Yun Xian's determined eyes that night, and unknowingly developed other expectations.
Yun Lang slowly tightened his fingers. But Yun Xian, could he really live up to this expectation?
Yun Xian was unaware of the turmoil in the outside world and her father's turbulent state. Her vision darkened, then brightened again. The scene before her surprised her.
Although it was clearly a secret place, there was a table, a chair, a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The table was spread with fine white paper, and next to it stood an intricate ink-splashed screen. It looked like an unusually elegant study.
She sheathed her sword and took a few steps forward.
Suddenly, a chirping sound came from above my head:
"Ten years have passed! Here it comes! It's a girl, it's a girl!"
"We are all seniors from the Sword Pavilion, can you be more steady? Your sword is good, just a few points worse than mine back then."
"Girls are good! Most of the poems written by girls are better!"
"That's not necessarily true...it's just that a lot of boys do have ugly handwriting..."
"Well, I like her a little bit, so I'll give her a hard time."
Yun Xian: “…”
These old sword spirits seemed to think she couldn't hear. Or were they supposed to be unable to hear?
But she was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to embarrass her seniors, so she remained calm and pretended that she really couldn't hear anything. She reached out and picked up the brush and pondered.
By now, Zhong Changyao had probably already begun writing down his experience in sword training in a flamboyant manner. In the storybook, he was delayed by a strange encounter, and he and Qiao Lingshan appeared one after the other.
Before she could even dip her brush in ink, she heard a noise coming from a distant cave. It sounded like some creature was scraping against the ground, and a faint echo echoed, "Where is it... Here..."
Yun Xian listened attentively and heard a male voice. The sword spirits above him began to shout and lead the team together:
"Everyone, hurry to the west. Taiping said there are idiots there to watch!"
"Where can I see a fool? Where, where?"
"Are you crazy? You're looking at idiots instead of girls."
"You can see a girl every ten years, but you won't see a fool in a hundred years."
"Why does that make so much sense..."
A gust of wind whistled past, and half of the sword spirits who had crowded around to watch the fun, including Yun Xian, disappeared. The remaining few white-bearded sword spirits stared at the girl who still didn't write with piercing eyes. In a dignified voice completely different from the gossip before, they said, "Answer me within one incense stick!"
Yun Xian couldn't help but smile, and with a curl of his lips, he quickly wrote a few big words on the rice paper.
Stop, stand up, and pick up the paper.
"Seniors, this is the junior Yun Xian." Yun Xian said casually, "I've finished writing. Can you let me go? I have something urgent to do."
"How ridiculous! Do you know who you're trying to please?" The sword spirit was offended, puffing his beard and glaring, furious: "Do you think you're also that person who betrayed his master and ancestors... Ugh."
“…”
The eternal lamp representing Yun Xian's entrance suddenly flickered on the projection stone, indicating that the disciple had passed the gate and entered the depths. Everyone outside was shocked and couldn't believe it.
How long has it been?? Yun Xian's incense is only a little bit burnt!!
Could it be that Senior Sister Xiaoyun is a hidden talent, a genius whose writing is so exquisite that she instantly impressed all the seniors? It's impossible that she also fought her way in. Ever since the eldest brother, the sword spirits have been prepared. This kind of thing will never happen again.
Everyone suppressed their excitement and waited anxiously for half an incense stick. Then the eternal lamp at Qiao Lingshan's entrance slowly lit up.
The Sixth Elder couldn't help but feel delighted. He turned to look at Yun Lang, who was once again calm and composed. This time, he wasn't fooled. He coughed softly and said, "Master, please quickly share Yun Xian's insights with everyone. There are many Foundation Establishment disciples here, and they will surely benefit greatly from them."
Yun Lang looked embarrassed: "How can I feel embarrassed..."
The Sixth Elder thought to himself, "I'll give it another try. What's there to be embarrassed about? This is the first time I've seen such a spectacle. It's enough to prove her excellence."
Yun Lang quickly stood up: "Well, okay."
Beneath his calm exterior, his heart was surging with emotion. Yun Lang had truly never imagined that Yun Xian would be so ambitious. Could it be that the hope he had previously given up on could actually be realized in his only daughter?
Could it really be that God is helping the Sword Pavilion...
The projection stone flickered, and Yun Xian's masterpiece appeared before Yun Lang. It was only six words, but it amazed the world.
My Boss Father
Yun Lang: “……………………”
"Master, why did it suddenly shut down? What happened?"
"There seems to be something wrong with the projection stone. It can't be fixed for a while. Let's go back and rest first. Haha, ha."
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