Under the gaze of the green-faced sword spirits, Yun Xian passed the most difficult level easily and happily.
At this moment, the rolling sound of some unknown creature continued: "Where is it... Here..."
She cautiously placed her fingertips on the hilt.
Judging from the sound, it seemed like some low-IQ monster. But nowhere did it mention monsters in the Sword Realm? Could her information be wrong?
But the voice was too far away and didn't sound aggressive, so Yun Xian ignored it and walked forward.
Less than five steps away, a sharp sword energy came towards her like lightning. She subconsciously drew her sword to block it, but the sword body touched the sword energy and trembled violently.
The real trial begins now.
Each entrance is different, each path is different, and each encounter is unique, so luck is also a factor of strength. Of course, if one can outperform skill, then luck becomes insignificant. Yun Xian had always had bad luck, and even after ten attempts at drawing lots, she hadn't gotten a lucky draw. She thought life in the secret realm wouldn't be much easier, but the reality was beyond her expectations. The journey was surprisingly smooth, so smooth that she found it almost unbelievable.
"Senior." Yun Xian asked suspiciously, "Are you helping me?"
Even if you are angry, you don't have to send it so far.
The sound echoed in the empty cave, and there was no other response. It seemed that it was not the case.
She continued forward.
Yun Xian swung her sword once more to deflect the incoming sword energy. Her right arm, strained from tension, began to ache. The dull, tedious road lay before her, its end seemingly invisible, a blindingly bright scene. Yet, she felt alright; it wasn't unbearable.
When she first opened her eyes in this world, she could not speak or move, and was in constant pain. Later, her purpose in picking up the sword was just to strengthen her body. Of course, she did not have much sense of urgency, nor could she be called ambitious.
But now her reason for wielding the sword has changed, and the weight it carries is no longer the same. Her talent may be considered good within the Sword Pavilion, but once outside the Sword Pavilion, where geniuses abound, what does she count for?
Yun Xian suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to change everything, I'm just a tiny speck of dust in this world, an ant-like existence, and I can never resist the torrent of fate... Huh? No? Why would I think that?
Yun Xian hissed and instantly noticed something was wrong.
It's inexplicable, why is she not considered a genius?
If we really want to select the most talented swordsman in the four realms, Su Chi has to step back a bit, right?
Just as this thought came to her mind, her eyes suddenly opened up, and the strange emotions just now dissipated like a tide, leaving no trace.
Yun Xian: “…”
Wow, you even have mental attacks! I really underestimated you!
Presumably, those sword spirits who were responsible for fanning the flames did not expect Yun Xian to be so shameless as a city wall. They were caught off guard and it was over before it even began. Yun Xian swaggered around the last corner and saw a small sword leaning against the wall not far away.
In the vast void, the appearance of the palm-sized sword was really strange. The sword tip was exposed straight out, and there was no sign of a scabbard. Yun Xian stared at it for a long time, feeling that he had seen it somewhere before and it looked very familiar.
But suddenly I couldn’t remember it.
She squatted over, not too far away, and before she could reach out to grab it, she heard Xiao Jian uttering human words in a daze: "Go away, I don't want to play with fools!"
"You don't want to play with idiots? Where did the idiot come from?" Anyway, it wasn't her, so Yun Xian asked seriously: "You're so young and you're already working?"
"Asshole!" Xiaojian continued, "I am... the treasure of Jiange, the sect's guardian sword, Taiping. Back then, I could fend off a hundred thousand with a single sword, a sight unmatched..."
Yun Xian: “Ah?”
Xiaojian: "Asshole! I am..."
The hilt of the small sword swayed, and light flashed everywhere, followed by a series of difficult-to-understand words, such as "I am Taiping" and "Let me out", which made Yun Xian laugh. The realm of swords and knives was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Yun Xian glanced at the exit that was so close, and with a kind heart, he put the underage sword into his pocket: "Okay, I'll take you out to see the headmaster, don't read it."
She left in a hurry and did not notice the last two murderous sword auras whistling behind her ears. The sword aura was extremely powerful, but it dissipated in an instant with the inaudible hum of the small sword.
The fluctuating water light at the exit engulfed Yun Xian. After another dizzying moment, she landed lightly on the solid ground. When she looked up, she saw the excited faces of everyone in Jiange.
Only two-thirds of the incense stick was burned, with only a short piece left.
"It's out! It's out so soon!"
"This is even faster than Big Brother!!"
"It seems that Senior Sister Xiaoyun will undoubtedly be participating in this Four-Party War..."
"That's for sure. The suspense now is who will be the second one. I think it might be Senior Sister Qiao."
"How dare you say that? Are you trying to save your life? Watch out, Senior Sister Qiao will get angry!"
“…”
Yun Xian stood up straight and looked at Yun Lang beside him. Xiao Wu had also arrived. Compared to his Taoist companion's joyful face, the Sect Master's expression was incredibly complex. If one had to describe it, it would be two parts relief, three parts excitement, and five parts speechless and choking. It was unpredictable.
I wonder what kind of inner struggle he went through outside the door.
But he quickly regained his composure, slowly approached, and solemnly handed the sword emblem representing the Eastern Realm Sword Pavilion to Yun Xian, saying in a deep voice, "I leave it to you."
Yun Xian took the thin badge and pinned it on his collar: "I understand."
She subconsciously tried to touch the strange little sword, but found nothing and frowned in confusion.
Is this also an illusion? Or am I just failing to bring it out?
Yun Lang had barely been pleased for long when he heard a sword cultivator beside him curiously ask, "Senior Sister Xiaoyun, what exactly did you write about in your enlightenment? Did the seniors applaud after reading it?"
"Not really." Yun Xian smiled calmly, "It's just some writing like 'Self-cultivation of a Sword Cultivator', 'Three Sentences to Make You Fall in Love with Sword Training', 'What to Do If a Sword Cultivator is Too Strong', etc. It's not worthy of being published in a high-brow forum."
The sword cultivator's admiration was evident in his words: "Senior Sister Xiaoyun is truly too modest."
Yun Lang: “…………”
How did he manage to remain so calm...
After an incense stick, Qiao Lingshan jumped out, exhausted. She was deeply in love with Yun Xian, and the first thing she saw was looking for him: "Where's Yun Xian? Has Yun Xian come out?"
The other disciples said, "Senior Sister Xiaoyun came out a long time ago."
Before Qiao Lingshan could be unhappy for a while, she started thinking about something else: "Where are the others? Have they come out yet?"
"No, no." The disciples paused and looked towards the door on the far left with worry. They seemed to have heard Zhong Changyao's scream just now, which sounded quite miserable. Could something have happened?
How strange.
The Jiange selection has officially ended. The two disciples representing the Eastern Realm are Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan. After two more nights of rest, they will set off the day after tomorrow.
That group of outer sect disciples returned in the same way they came, just as they had come here for sightseeing. They gained nothing, and the bold words they boasted when entering the mountain gate became a joke, leaving them speechless.
But the sword cultivators' attitude towards them remained the same - it wasn't very good to begin with.
The outside world is in turmoil and undercurrents are surging. The situation is urgent and no one can stay. Mu Qing will come to the sect at the hour of Mao with a hunting eagle to pick up the two of them and go to the city where the battle is taking place.
The center of the four realms, the many cities.
Of course, Zhong Changyao's failure to pass the exam was a complete shock, especially for his family, which had placed such high hopes on him. They had thought they could ascend to the top, but unexpectedly, they were caught off guard and couldn't even seize their first opportunity. They had no choice but to find another solution, struggling mightily and feeling overwhelmed.
When saying goodbye, Zhong Changyao even went to Yun Xian's bedroom alone to confirm what he was thinking, but he did not see Yun Xian, only Ying Luo sweeping the door.
In "Against the Heavens: The Gentleman is King", Yingluo is the first woman obsessed with him.
Although Yingluo vaguely felt that his behavior was a bit frivolous, Zhong Changyao's injured profile was so handsome in the night that she couldn't help but think sadly, "God is jealous of talented people." However, with his talent and ability, even if... well... he died, she thought, there would definitely be someone willing to follow him.
She was obsessed with it, so Zhong Changyao explained his purpose.
It turned out that Zhong Changyao suspected whether Yun Xian had feelings for him - after all, his fifth concubine in the later part of the story was like this, they loved and hated each other, and they just liked to go against each other. Could it be that Yun Xian was really like this?
Ying Luo: “…”
Yingluo sobered up instantly, and even had some rude thoughts that she couldn't express.
Zhong Changyao waited for a long while, only for Yingluo to pat his shoulder with a complicated expression.
"You will find your own happiness." She said tactfully, "but not my lady."
The day of leaving the sect came very quickly, and the time was up in a flash.
The ancient, solemn gates of Jiange finally opened once more. Looking out, the mountaintops were frost-stained and snow-covered, a chill and silent scene. Amidst the usually serene expanse of heaven and earth, two enormous hunting hawks perched, their backs adorned with small, colorful ornaments.
This is a rare and expensive spiritual beast with a sharp beak and red eyes. It may appear violent, but its temperament is actually quite gentle. It is extremely fast and can reach cities thousands of miles away in three days.
Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan were already dressed and ready, standing outside the sect gate. Early in the morning, a large group of people, not practicing swords, came to see them off. Yun Lang and Xiao Wu stood at the front, with several elders lined up in a row.
Mu Qing stuck his head out from afar and smiled at everyone, implying that he was urging them to come.
If we waste time and it snows heavily again, the hunter hawk will have a hard time.
Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan carried a few defensive magic weapons that they had selected from the sect's treasury yesterday, and then looked at the small sword-shaped emblem on their collars. After two days, they had calmed down enough.
The hour of Mao is almost here.
Yun Lang finally took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "You must take care of yourself."
Xiao Wu helped Yun Xian straighten his collar and said, "Mother believes in you."
Yun Xian was moved and said, "Mother, Father."
Yun Lang: "..." At this time, they still distinguish between names...
The Sixth Elder was also wasting no time in educating his daughter: "Your mother has a bad temper, I can't help it. When you go out, remember not to be competitive. Be humble, know how to cooperate, get along well with Yun Xian, and don't quarrel. Do you understand?"
Qiao Lingshan's head hurt from being nagging: "I know, I know."
Jiang Xingyao also arrived and said sleepily, "Junior Sister Xiaoyun, don't forget what I told you—you understand, right?"
"Yes." Yun Xian nodded. "If I see Senior Brother, I will convey it exactly as it is."
Mu Qing poked his head out again.
Yun Lang's eyes turned red, but he managed to hold it in. "If there's anything, you must send a pigeon to your parents, okay? Don't carry it all by yourself."
He looked much sadder than Yun Xian.
"I will." Although by the time the news reached him, he might have been gone for three days. Yun Xian felt that the atmosphere was a bit too sad, and said, "Maybe when I come back, it will be my turn to be the head of the sect."
"No, Xian'er." Xiao Wu gently stroked her face, "Your father probably hasn't died so early."
Yun Xian: “?”
Yun Lang: “?”
It was already the hour of Mao, and the bells were ringing among the mountaintops in the early morning. It was indeed time to set off.
I don’t know whether Jimo Shu has arrived, whether she can see Zhong Changyao again, and whether the following plot will continue to follow the script.
Everyone looked at him eagerly, like a flock of geese eager to see something. Yun Xian took a few steps forward, then turned back and said in a resounding voice, "Everyone! Don't worry about me. I will definitely achieve success, restore the glory of sword cultivation, and let the name of Jian Ge resound throughout every corner of the Four Realms!"
She straightened her back and spoke with conviction, without a trace of hesitation. The sword cultivators were overwhelmed with emotion and followed suit, raising their swords and shouting:
"I believe in Senior Sister Xiaoyun!"
"The best swordsman in the world!!"
"Who says sword cultivators are worse than dogs?"
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't bully a poor sword cultivator!!"
Yun Xian curled his lips, his confidence flowing naturally: "Just wait and see."
“…”
Amidst the waves of young and naive voices, Qiao Lingshan stood there, looking at the gratified smiles of her elders, and suddenly felt a warm current surging from the bottom of her heart.
Unexpectedly, this person whom she had always disliked actually had such lofty ambitions.
The corners of Qiao Lingshan's mouth finally curled up slightly. She thought, since that's the case, Qiao Lingshan will stay with me to the end.
Amid the melodious sound of the bell, the hunting hawk let out a long cry, its wings fluttering, cutting through the sky and pouring away into the distance like a stream of light. Yun Xian's figure gradually disappeared among the distant mountains, leaving no trace.
They could not have imagined how earth-shaking changes would occur in this world in the near future.
...I never thought that Jiange's name was indeed resounding throughout the four realms, but the way it resounded was a little different.
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