In the main hall of Taixuan Peak, Zhou Yuan, who had just received the news that Li Changan was hosting a meeting in the Holy Land, was full of doubts when he suddenly felt a sharp aura coming from Shenxiang Peak, and his eyebrows raised.
"What's going on?"
A disciple from Taixuan Peak ran over and replied with a strange look on his face, "Big Brother, the young man in black from Chaoyang Ancient City is identifying his sword in the Sword Washing Pool."
"Recognize the sword?" Zhou Yuan's expression changed slightly.
The so-called recognizing the sword literally means that the monk is looking for his own sword, but in fact, it is more like the sword choosing the man.
The rumor that the Taixuan Sword Washing Pool contained a hundred thousand swords wasn't groundless. Almost every year, cultivators would throw their swords into the pool, either because they had reached a certain level of cultivation where their swords were no longer worthy of the highest rank, or because the sword's owner was injured or dying.
Over thousands of years, there are indeed hundreds of thousands of swords in the Sword Washing Pool.
Almost every year, Taixuan disciples would go to the Sword Washing Pool to identify their swords, and this was also a means for Taixuan Sect to encourage its disciples to practice.
But this is only an internal matter of Taixuan Sect and has never been open to the public.
"Brother, should we stop him? There are nine Earth Realm spiritual treasures in the Sword Washing Pool. They are the treasures of our Taixuan sect. If they are taken by that young man..."
Zhou Yuan was silent for a moment, looking a little hesitant.
The purpose of the Sword Washing Pool is to choose people by their swords and to choose the path by people. In fact, there is no special statement that non-sectarian disciples are not allowed to recognize swords.
Moreover, Chaoyang City has an extraordinary status in Beizhou. Preventing the young people of Chaoyang City from recognizing the sword may cause unnecessary conflicts.
"Forget it. These nine ancient swords haven't been moved for hundreds of years. I don't think they can be taken away so easily..."
“Brother, have you forgotten that Jiang Xuan from Jiufeng took out one sword, but he threw it back because he was not satisfied with it…” the man interrupted Zhou Yuan and said.
Zhou Yuan's eyelids twitched.
He almost forgot about this matter. Over the past few hundred years in Taixuan Sect, there were actually people who had been recognized by the nine ancient swords. When Jiang Xuan, the third of the Nine Peaks, passed by Shenxiang Peak, he once caused an ancient sword to fly out of the sword washing pool. However, what surprised everyone was that Jiang Xuan was not satisfied with this ancient sword coveted by countless people, and actually turned around and threw it back.
This should be the first time in hundreds of years that someone has successfully recognized a sword.
"Let's wait and see. This young man's talent probably won't be able to catch up with Jiang Xuan, who has achieved the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Mysterious Dao Body..."
As soon as Zhou Yuan finished speaking, his eyelids twitched.
"Is this... sword intent?"
…
In the cultivation world of Beizhou, sword cultivation is the mainstream. However, although there are many sword cultivators, there are not many who have mastered the great way of sword.
If you want to master the true way of swordsmanship, you must master the sword spirit.
Seventeen-year-old Zong Ting, with the cultivation level of Guiyuan Realm, cultivated the sword intent.
This was completely beyond Zhou Yuan's expectations.
With the appearance of sword intent, the atmosphere around the entire sword-washing pool changed. At first, it only caused resonance among the swords of the surrounding Taixuan disciples. Then, the water in the sword-washing pool began to churn, carrying an inexplicable sense of holiness.
Recognize the sword!
Zong Ting's sword intent floated down and immersed into the sword washing pool. Gradually, the sword at the bottom of the pool began to react.
The most obvious change was that the originally calm sword-washing pool began to boil violently, and sword intents, some sharp and domineering, some honest and peaceful, raged and rushed towards the clan court.
At a certain moment, a clear sword sound came from the bottom of the lake, and the various sword intentions that were originally raging suddenly quieted down.
In the center of the sword-washing pool, the water slowly turned red. In the boiling and tumbling water, a crimson sword shadow emerged inch by inch, and finally hovered in the air more than a foot above, trembling slightly.
In an instant, the entire Shenxiang Peak was filled with the sound of swords, as if cheering for the king of swords.
"This is...Huolin?"
The disciple who was familiar with Taixuan history was the first to exclaim, "The Scarlet Sword Huo Lin was the sword worn by Taixuan Sect's True Man Chiyang seven hundred years ago. It's a mid-grade Earth Realm sword, ranked seventh among the Nine Taixuan Swords, and is known for its sharpness and domineering nature."
"Who on earth is this guy? How could he actually cause Huo Lin to appear?"
"This young man has a great talent for swordsmanship."
“…”
On Taixuan Peak, Zhou Yuan could no longer sit still. He took a step forward and instantly appeared by the sword-washing pool on Shenxiang Peak, looking at the young man in black with a grim expression.
"The young are indeed formidable. This Fire Scale hasn't appeared in the world for seven hundred years." Zhou Yuan said with a forced smile.
The old man in black glanced at Zhou Yuan proudly without saying anything.
Zong Ting did not look at Zhou Yuan, but stretched out his hand to grab the Fire Scale Sword. The red sword floating above the Sword Washing Pool trembled slightly, and fell obediently into Zong Ting's palm, making a clear sword sound.
Zhou Yuan's expression became even uglier.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you cannot take this sword away."
The old man surnamed Liu turned around and looked at Zhou Yuan with a bad expression.
"Although your disciple has activated the Fire Scale Sword and successfully identified the sword, this ancient sword is the treasure of our Taixuan Sect. It is of extraordinary significance and cannot be easily taken away from the Taixuan Sect."
"So, please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
The old man surnamed Liu snorted coldly, "Humph, it's just a spiritual treasure of earth-level quality, you are making such a fuss."
"Since my disciple has successfully recognized the sword, it is now his sword. Rather than leaving it in the sword-washing pond to rot into a piece of scrap metal, it is better to give it to the right person to aid his cultivation."
Zhou Yuan frowned slightly.
The old man surnamed Liu said it very bluntly, implying that the disciples of Taixuan Sect had low talents and no one was qualified to obtain the recognition of this ancient sword.
"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. The choice of a master for a spiritual treasure depends on chance. The spiritual treasure in my Taixuan Sword Washing Pool will naturally become the sword of my Taixuan disciples at the right time. Fellow Daoist Liu does not need to worry about it." Zhou Yuan replied.
The old man surnamed Liu narrowed his eyes and paused.
"Since this red sword has been obtained by my disciple, it is naturally impossible to hand it over. So, I will exchange it for a spiritual treasure of the same grade. Is that okay?"
Zhou Yuan looked hesitant.
"You also said that it takes a chance for a spiritual treasure to recognize its master. If this doesn't work, then... as long as someone from your Taixuan successfully recognizes the Fire Lin, I will let my apprentice return it with both hands. How do you say that?"
Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth. Where could he find a Taixuan disciple who could successfully recognize the Huolin in such a short period of time? If such a person existed, would the Huolin Sword still be around today?
But without the consent of the head teacher, he really didn't dare to easily hand over the Fire Scale Sword to a person from an outside sect. Moreover, this outside sect was from Chaoyang City, which acted domineeringly and was not on good terms with Taixuan Sect.
"this……"
Just as Zhou Yuan was thinking about what to say, the red sword Huo Lin, which was originally held in Zong Ting's palm, suddenly began to tremble, and at the same time, it emitted a slightly chaotic sword sound.
"What's going on?"
Zong Ting's expression changed.
A few feet away, the sword-washing pool, which had originally calmed down, began to boil again. Among the various sword intents, eight of the most powerful sword intents gradually awakened at the bottom of the pool.
When the powerful sword intent reached its peak, the water in the pool rolled and parted, and the sword shadow soared into the sky!
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