"Junior sister, let's go in together."
Li Xiaoliu called out and Xiang Sheng followed immediately.
The two entered the sword tower gate one after the other and soon disappeared from Su Qingqing's sight.
As soon as he entered the tower, the light suddenly dimmed. Xiang Sheng squinted slightly, quickly adapted, and could see the surrounding scenery clearly.
She was seen standing alone in a stone chamber that was enclosed on all sides. The furnishings around her were extremely simple, with only a cushion placed in the middle of the floor. There was nothing else.
"This is a temporary resting place."
Suddenly, a pleasant female voice sounded beside my ears, speaking slowly: "Fellow Daoist, this is your first time at the Sword Tower. Do you have any questions?"
Xiang Sheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you the Tower Spirit?"
"Yes and no."
The female voice quickly responded, "The Tower Spirit has been sleeping for years. I am one of the countless strands of divine consciousness it has separated from me, used to guide the cultivators who come here for training.
If you wish, you can call me Geng Qi."
"Geng Qi."
Xiang Sheng's eyes flashed: "Will my cultivation be exposed while I am training here?"
"No. Master Taling follows the master's wishes. If you don't wish, no one except the master will know about your progress in cultivation."
"Owner?"
Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "The master you are talking about is the founder of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect?"
"yes."
"What's his name?"
When Xiang Sheng asked this question, the female voice fell silent. After a moment, she replied, "The master's name is noble, and it is far beyond the reach of my mere divine consciousness to know."
Xiang Sheng was not at all surprised to get this answer.
Perhaps out of fear of offending others, she had never heard her senior brothers and sisters mention the name of the ancestor.
I asked this question on a whim and didn't hold much hope.
"In that case, I have no doubts."
As Xiang Sheng's voice fell, the stone chamber suddenly changed. A wall quietly disappeared, and a dark and lightless passage appeared before them.
“The Sword Tower is divided into six levels, corresponding to the seven realms of foundation building, core formation, Nascent Soul, out-of-body experience, spirit transformation, fusion, and tribulation transcendence. Each level is divided into ten floors.
Fellow Daoist, you are young and your cultivation is still shallow. Can you open the first level trial?"
As the female voice spoke, the light wheel above the passage started to rotate at the same time, and soon it turned to the word "Yi Yi".
The sword tower space can see through bone age. The little Taoist friend in front of him is only twelve years old, and it has never guided such a young cultivator.
At this age, if he can pass one level at a time, he will be able to enter the sword list.
It had just come up with this thought, but saw Xiang Sheng shook his head and said, "No need."
"Need not?"
The woman's voice was surprised: "Daoist friend, don't be too ambitious."
Xiang Sheng smiled slightly, and the Breath-Containing Technique stopped working, revealing his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation.
"Let's start from the third level, seventh floor."
The female voice suddenly stopped talking. After a long time, the light wheel slowly turned to the word "Sanqi".
Xiang Sheng stepped into the passage without saying a word, and his figure was quickly submerged in the darkness.
A moment later, Xiang Sheng passed through the passage and came to a space where there was nothingness in all directions.
A blurry figure stood in the void, eyes closed, as if in deep sleep.
Sensing someone coming, the figure's eyes suddenly opened. Seeing Xiang Sheng, without any nonsense, he immediately launched a burst of true energy.
Xiang Sheng's face turned slightly cold, and he slightly turned his head to avoid the attack. At the same time, the sword under his feet flashed, and he appeared in front of the figure in an instant.
A moment of panic appeared on the figure's face, and then he quickly made hand gestures with his hands, condensing a talisman to suppress the attack.
But before it flew more than ten feet, it was smashed to pieces by Xiang Sheng's palm.
The figure's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to use other means, he pointed his fingers at Xiang Sheng like a sword, raised his hand, and a sword light slashed out, directly cutting off half of his head and chopped into pieces along with his Nascent Soul.
boom!
The figure exploded and scattered into light spots all over the sky, and the empty space became quiet.
Xiang Sheng looked at the scattered spots of light and frowned slightly: "Geng Qi, are you there?"
"I am here."
The female voice responded immediately, her tone slightly more respectful than before, "Do you think this Level 3, Level 7 opponent is too weak?"
"good."
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly. The other party's cultivation was one small realm higher than hers, but in terms of the strength of his true energy, it was much worse and was simply vulnerable.
"This matter is Geng Qi's fault."
The woman's voice was slightly apologetic: "Geng Qi underestimated Daoyou's strength, so I didn't explain it just now. Unless there are special requirements, the opponents in the Sword Tower training are all ordinary magic cultivators.
Fellow Daoist’s sword energy is extremely condensed, far surpassing the Nascent Soul stage. Ordinary practitioners are naturally no match for him.
Daoists can set it to sword cultivation, body cultivation, ghost cultivation, magic cultivation, monster cultivation, etc. Specific school realms can also be added or subtracted at will to achieve the desired effect.
Fellow Daoist, will you modify it immediately?"
"Not yet."
Xiang Sheng's eyes flashed: "Continue to the next level."
"Geng Qi understands."
The moment the female voice fell, three balls of light appeared out of thin air in the void, quickly condensing into three blurry figures. The cultivation level of each figure was at the late Nascent Soul stage.
Three figures woke up and immediately dispersed, forming a three-talent formation to surround Xiang Sheng in the middle. At the same time, they flipped their palms and each raised a formation flag.
Xiang Sheng had an expressionless face. His figure flashed and he disappeared from where he was in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of one of them.
The figure reacted quickly and immediately threw out a magic shield to block in front of him. At the same time, the other two figures each used their magic weapons to attack from a distance.
Xiang Sheng did not dodge, but stretched out his hand and pointed at the shield. A terrifying sword light flashed at his fingertips, and the spiritual shield shattered instantly.
The blurry figure's face changed drastically. He was caught off guard and was hit between the eyebrows by Xiang Sheng. He died on the spot and turned into points of light and dissipated.
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