"I finally understand why Senior Sister hates her."

After Guan Shanyue left, Ling Yunpo said with emotion.

"Hmm?" An Zhisu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "Really? I told you, communicating with her is like suffering."

"The Riddler is so disgusting." Ling Yunpo sighed.

No matter how the two tried to probe him, Guan Shanyue was always secretive and just said, "Wait until the sword tomb is opened and you will know when you meet the ancestor."

So why did they tell us in advance? It's fun to keep people in suspense, right?

"Talking to her ruins my good mood." An Zhisu rubbed his brows, "Let's go back."

"Okay, Senior Sister."

The two of them turned back to the guest room to rest. After a few days, a maid came to inform them that the sword tomb had been officially opened.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu followed the maid who led the way, passed through a tunnel in the mountain, and entered the river valley.

I saw that the valley was flat, with no trees or hills, only a large number of long swords scattered throughout, stuck in the ground in all directions.

This is the sword tomb of the Guan family in Longxi. Whenever a sword immortal of the Guan family unfortunately dies, the Guan family will seal his flying sword in the sword tomb, which is called the "Sword Monument", which is similar to the ancestral tablet.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu walked on the small path in the sword monument forest, listening to the maid of the Guan family explaining the history of the sword tomb. It is said that among the fallen sword immortals here, those who died in battle and those who died in heavenly tribulations are roughly half and half, and those who died of old age account for less than 5%.

This is probably because most of the swordsmen of the Guan family are unruly and unwilling to die in bed. Once their lifespans are about to end and there is no hope of breaking through, they will go out to fight the demons in order to die gloriously.

An Zhisu was filled with awe after hearing this, while Ling Yunpo pretended to be awe-inspiring on the surface but secretly sneered in his heart.

If my life is coming to an end, I certainly would not want to stay at home and wait to die. Instead, I would go out to look for an opportunity to break through and make my final struggle before death.

If I fail and die, won't it be up to you to say? Even if you say that I went to assassinate the Demon Lord and died for justice, how can I deny it?

Of course, everyone would flatter themselves and there was nothing wrong with that, so Ling Yunpo said nothing and just looked at the surrounding sword monuments with interest.

Um?

He suddenly saw a familiar face in the crowd in the distance.

Isn't that Guan Zhan? Why is this Third Junior Brother here... Oh, his last name is Guan, that's all right.

Ling Yunpo withdrew his gaze and followed his senior sister through the forest of swords, and saw a thatched cottage in front of him.

The maid led the two people to the front of the hut and opened the door.

When they entered the thatched cottage, they saw a vigorous old man sitting on the couch. He was wearing grey underwear, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. On either side were gilded incense burners with green smoke curling up.

"Sit down." He said lightly.

Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu sat down on the futon, looking somewhat nervous and solemn.

Although the old man looked ordinary, the two of them, as sword masters, intuitively sensed that behind his majestic aura, there was some extremely high realm.

"How is Su Jian doing recently?" asked the Guan family's ancestor with his eyes closed.

"My master is in good condition." An Zhisu replied.

"Have you ever left the city?"

“No.”

"Since he hasn't come out, how do you know he's in good condition?" The butler opened his eyes and asked jokingly.

An Zhisu frowned slightly, and only heard Ling Yunpo say beside him:

"The Qingluo Peak's lineage has not been lost, which means my master is still in good condition."

"Ha!" The Guan family's ancestor suddenly laughed, and his eyes towards Ling Yunpo changed. He said playfully, "What a sharp tongue you have."

Seeing that the other party was not furious, Ling Yunpo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This old ancestor probably had no ill will towards Qingluo Peak. He just wanted to test the courage of me and my senior sister. Now it seems that he has passed the test.

After staring at the two of them for a while, the Guan family ancestor slowly said:

"Qingluo Peak has fallen into this situation today, and it is not your fault. Su Jian has brought this upon himself."

"I'm sorry that I cannot agree with what you said, ancestor." An Zhisu immediately raised her eyebrows and Ling Yunpo was so anxious that he quickly grabbed her arm.

"Whether you agree or not, what does it have to do with me?" The Guan family's ancestor sneered and said sarcastically, "Even if Su Jian stood here, he would have to admit that it was his own responsibility. What qualifications do you have to deny it for him?"

An Zhisu was speechless, Ling Yunpo was speechless beside him, wiping the sweat in his heart.

If Su Jian were here, he would certainly admit that it was his responsibility. Otherwise, could he still push the responsibility onto his disciple?

Senior Sister An said this, but it was just a statement. Who would have thought that the Guan family ancestor would seize it and criticize it? Immortals can just pretend to be stupid and not understand, right? Wait... I seem to know where Guan Shanyue's bad character comes from.

"I told Su Jian in the past that if he didn't change his stubborn temper, he would destroy himself sooner or later, and even bring disaster to his family." The Guan family ancestor continued with a sneer, "Karma, karma, and the cycle of nature. Do you think it has come true now?"

He looked at An Zhisu and said:

"If you only follow your master's example and keep fighting and making enemies with others, you will end up in the same situation sooner or later."

An Zhisu remained silent. Ling Yunpo sat beside him and thought to himself. He only heard the Guan family ancestor turn around and say to him:

"You are not like your master and sister. You are a smart and resourceful junior. It's rare."

Ling Yunpo smiled, thinking that this comment seemed a little familiar.

"It was because Su Jian was in seclusion that you, your senior sister, accepted him as a disciple, and that you were able to join Qingluo Peak by chance." The Guan family ancestor snorted coldly, "If Su Jian were to choose, no matter how talented you were, you would definitely not be able to enter Qingluo Peak."

"Grandmaster, you got it wrong." An Zhisu couldn't help but defend himself, "Master appreciates disciples who are geniuses in swordsmanship the most, and Junior Brother Ling..."

"Even if he is a genius, it is useless." The Guan family ancestor said bluntly, "Since Su Jian inherited Qingluo Peak, there have been many talented disciples who have come to become his disciples, but which one can he take seriously?"

An Zhisu was silent again.

“Ling Yun Po.” The Guan family’s ancestor turned his gaze and his expression became gentle. “Su Jian won’t accept you, but it’s not your fault. It’s because he is naturally picky. No matter how outstanding your swordsmanship talent is, you can’t catch his eye.”

"As for your Senior Sister An, the reason why she was able to become his disciple was because of another relationship, so let's not talk about it."

"If Su Jian can't come out of retreat, you will be like a self-employed cultivator without a teacher; if Su Jian comes out of retreat, you will probably not be able to get any good treatment from him."

At this point, the Guan family ancestor suddenly paused for a moment, then said seriously:

"Su Jian owes me a favor. If you are willing to join my school and become my disciple, I will use this favor to exchange with him, so that he will have nothing to say even if he comes out of seclusion. How do you think?"

Ling Yun was stunned on the spot, but saw An Zhisu next to him jump up from the futon and screamed:

"How can this be!"