An Ge was unaware of the turmoil outside. Standing inside the Sword Tomb, she felt the chilling sword energy and seemed to see the decisive and ruthless nature of their former masters through each sword. Her previously casual attitude became solemn.
An Ge is essentially a lazy bum, but he was surprisingly stirred up with a fighting spirit in the Sword Tomb.
She closed her eyes and released her divine sense, and heard voices in her ears, "Choose me, and I will lead you to the peak."
"With me here, you will be invincible."
"I once helped my master sever a nascent soul, and I am a famous sword in the world."
"Woman, I advise you not to be ungrateful. With this sword here, all those little swords are trash. Woman, you'd better know what's good for you."
"Hmm?" Among the many voices, An Ge was attracted by a special one. "Very good, swordsman, you have caught my attention!"
Following the sound, An Ge walked in, encountering many swords blocking her way, but she decisively and nimbly bypassed them. The swords she avoided even seemed to be crying.
This was the first time An Ge had realized that her affinity with swords in the Sword Tomb was so strong. But she wasn't born with a sword-like spirit, so it was truly unexpected that she could evoke such a powerful resonance.
For some reason, An Ge felt as if she were dressed as a man, walking through the capital of the Daye Kingdom, being chased by girls.
My senior master once said that if you don't see a suitable sword, don't be greedy, otherwise the sword that truly suits your heart will leave you.
To An Ge, these swords seemed to have come to life, and they would fight over her, so she dared not provoke them.
Thinking of this, An Ge seemed to see a sword flashing silver light, exuding resentment, accusing her of having affairs outside.
An Ge shook her head, trying to banish the eerie image from her mind.
She walked for an unknown amount of time before hearing that voice again, "As expected of the woman I've chosen, you have excellent taste. I am deep within the Sword Tomb, why don't you come and pay your respects?"
An Ge stopped in her tracks, feeling a sudden urge to turn back and go home. If she had such a sword by her side in the future, her good days might be over.
Sensing An Ge's intention to retreat, the voice rang out again, seemingly urgent, "Hey, hey, don't go! I'm the most powerful weapon in this Sword Tomb. Don't miss out! Take this sword, you won't lose out, you won't be fooled..."
The sword spirit spoke eloquently, like a salesman trying his best to promote himself. His sales pitch was elegant yet practical, understated yet exaggerated.
An Ge never imagined that she would have her ears hurt from the noise of a sword in her lifetime.
"Shut up, or I'm not going over there."
With a shout from An Ge, the sword spirit promptly shut its mouth.
An Ge breathed a sigh of relief, instantly feeling a sense of peace in the world. The reason she was drawn to the sword was because its words resonated with her.
An Ge was certain that even if the previous owner of this sword wasn't from her hometown, he must have visited it. Furthermore, An Ge herself disliked fighting and killing, and had no interest in reaching the pinnacle of power.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, An Ge passed through rows of weapons and finally reached the depths of the Sword Tomb.
Unlike the bustling atmosphere along the way, the depths of the Sword Tomb were deserted and eerily quiet. But for An Ge, it was surprisingly lively, as the unknown sword spirit began its incessant chatter as she approached.
"My beauty, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."
In just a short distance, An Ge had already learned to be rude to the talkative sword spirit.
Finally, amidst the Blade Spirit's long-awaited cries, Ange saw its true form.
This is an exceptionally ornate sword, with a turquoise blade. The hilt is somewhat damaged, which detracts from its beauty.
An Ge looked at the broken sword hilt and felt a vague sense of familiarity.
As An Ge arrived, the sword that had been hovering in the air suddenly leaped up and circled around An Ge a few times. The sword spirit's voice was filled with pleasure, "Beauty, I don't know why, but I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before. We must have a special connection."
An Ge's lips twitched; she really didn't know where the sword spirit had learned such sweet talk. However, the sword spirit's words made An Ge fall into deep thought; it turned out that she wasn't the only one who seemed familiar.
Suddenly, An Ge remembered that she had won two broken sword hilts in a lottery and was somewhat surprised. "Could it be such a coincidence?"
As he spoke, he produced two sword hilts. The moment the hilts appeared, the already cheerful longsword became even more excited, its blade spinning rapidly. "These are my hilts! I never thought I'd have the chance to see them again. Give them to me quickly, so my perfect appearance will be flawless."
My beauty, my judgment was right; I saw your uniqueness at a glance. That you could find my sword hilt in this vast world—I refuse to believe there's no destiny between us.
"My beauty, just you wait. Once this sword spirit can transform into human form, we'll have a passionate and unforgettable romance."
An Ge rolled her eyes. "Thanks, but no need. I didn't have to put in much effort to get this sword hilt. Since it's yours, I'll return it to you."
As soon as An Ge finished speaking, the two sword hilts automatically rose into the air and merged with the longsword.
"Buzz!" The longsword emitted a sword's hum. What she didn't know was that when the hilt and the longsword became one, the entire sword mound seemed to respond, and all the weapons bowed their blades towards the end, as if paying homage to a king.
Outside the Sword Tomb, all the disciples of the sect heard the sword's cry, and the swords in their hands trembled incessantly, as if they had encountered something frightening.
As the group rushed toward the Sword Tomb, they saw lightning flashing and thunder roaring above it, with occasional lightning tribulations descending.
"What's going on? Is someone undergoing tribulation?"
"Are you stupid? Who would participate in the Sword Tomb Calamity? This means a divine artifact is about to be born!"
"It's Martial Aunt An! Was she chosen by the divine artifact? My god, Martial Aunt An is amazing!"
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and the elders from all the peaks gathered together, their faces showing undisguised astonishment as they looked at the thunder in the sky.
This was the first time in their thousands of years of existence in the Tianyan Sect that they had clearly realized that the Sword Tomb truly contained divine artifacts.
Among them, the elders of the Weapon Refining Peak had the most complicated feelings.
He had always been proud of having Yu Xinghe as his personal disciple. Unconsciously, he began to equate Yu Xinghe with An Ge.
Every time Yu Xinghe's limelight was suppressed, he assumed that An Ge's success was solely due to her talent and the resources she had received, and he felt somewhat disdainful.
His trip to the Sword Tomb made him realize for the first time that Yu Xinghe's character was not as good as he had imagined.
Although swords are primarily for killing, they are even more sensitive to the good and evil of people. Not all disciples who enter the Sword Tomb can bring out a suitable weapon, but even if they have no affinity with swords, they shouldn't be as hated by all the sword spirits as Yu Xinghe.
The last disciple disliked by the sword spirit was a thousand years ago; in the end, the disciple betrayed the sect and joined the demon race.
Of course, this phenomenon does not necessarily reveal Yu Xinghe's character, but the thought of this possibility made Elder Jianfeng feel uneasy.
Now, seeing the sensation caused by An Ge, whom she once considered useless, he felt even more depressed.
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