Sword Sect.
It was known as the Sword Gate Sect a long time ago.
It was the largest sword cultivator sect in the cultivation world. At that time, every sword cultivator was proud to join the Sword Sect.
A thousand years have passed.
Other sects gradually produced swordsmen with exceptional talent, and the Sword Sect was no longer the only holy land for cultivating sword cultivators. Although the sect's strength still ranked first in the Eight Desolate Continent.
However, they also renamed their sect the Sword Sect.
And the Ten Thousand Swords Formation.
Although the library has the method to form the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, it is missing an important page of the incantation.
Even the Boundless Sect Master would find it difficult to form a complete Ten Thousand Swords Formation, so where did the gingerbread come from?
It seems we can only ask her about this after she wakes up.
And during the time she was in a coma.
The news that the youngest disciple of the Sword Sect's Immortal Jade Peak had advanced to the Golden Core Realm through the Forty-Nine Great Thunder Tribulation spread throughout the Nine Provinces.
Everyone was sighing in amazement.
This woman is a rising star in kendo!
And gingerbread, which was increasingly mythologized by the monks.
She was sprawled out on the wicker chair in the courtyard, muttering, "Delicious, another bowl..."
Old Master Huang: "..."
Fen Jue leaned against the pear tree and lazily yawned. "Wake her up. Wuya has sent people over again."
"It's not that I didn't want to call her," Old Huang shrugged, feeling aggrieved. "I shouted in Jiang's ear until my voice cracked, but she just gritted her teeth, turned over, and went back to sleep."
"......"
Fen Jue tapped the hilt of his sword with his long, slender fingers, then stood up and walked toward Gingerbread.
I walked to her side.
Fen Jue leaned down, pinched her nose, and whispered in Jiang Bingbing's ear, "The pork knuckle flew away."
With a "whoosh".
Ouch!
Gingerbread stood up too abruptly, and her forehead bumped into Fen Jue's nose. "Ouch, that hurts! Where did the elbow go?"
Fen Jue exhaled, touched the bridge of his nose that she had bumped, glanced lightly at her reddened forehead, and said, "No pork knuckle, but I do have a pig's brain."
"Why are you swearing?" she yawned.
Elder Huang: "If you don't wake up soon, Sect Leader Wuya will be worried to death. Your Senior Brother Ling has come more than ten times already."
After saying that,
"Bang bang—" A knocking sound rang out on the door.
"Junior Sister Jiang?" Ling Hanchuan whispered from outside the door.
"Please come in!"
Hearing that Jiang Bingbing finally responded, he silently breathed a sigh of relief. If Jiang Bingbing hadn't woken up, he probably would have had to run to Xianyu Peak again.
I haven't practiced my sword much today.
Senior Brother Ling pushed the door open and came in, but didn't see Gingerbread. After a while, the door to the room was pushed open.
Gingerbread changed into a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).
"All packed, let's go!"
"Junior Sister Jiang, you seem to have grown taller," Ling Hanchuan said expressionlessly.
"Really?" Gingerbread didn't even notice. "It does seem a bit like that."
The two piloted flying swords and flew towards the sect leader's main hall.
When passing by the square.
The disciple who was practicing looked over at Gingerbread.
His eyes were full of admiration.
Someone shouted, "Junior Sister Jiang! During the Great Tribulation of Lightning, I lent you my natal spirit sword. Can I ask you for guidance on swordsmanship if there's anything I don't understand?"
Gingerbread paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem!"
The other disciples gave the male cultivator a push.
"Get lost! We've all lent our natal spirit swords to Junior Sister Jiang, and you're the only one here who keeps spouting nonsense!"
"Fang Yi, I see that your sword heart is not pure. Let your senior brother teach you a lesson."
"Hahahaha! Senior Brother beat him to a pulp in one move."
As the gingerbread flew away, the disciples' cheerful chatter gradually faded away.
Ling Hanchuan said coldly, "Junior Sister Jiang, congratulations."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Ling." Jiang Bingbing remembered that Ling Hanchuan had also lent her his natal spirit sword.
For sword cultivators
Nothing is more important than one's natal spirit sword.
It is widely rumored in the cultivation world that the sword cultivator's spiritual sword is his wife.
That's not far off.
The reason why most disciples of the Sword Sect are so poor is because all their money is spent on forging spirit swords.
They valued the sword more than themselves.
So on the day of the 49th Thunder Tribulation.
The entire sect lent her their spirit swords so she could form a true Myriad Swords Formation.
Gingerbread will remember this kindness forever, in this life and the next.
She will protect the Sword Sect with her life.
......
We arrived at the sect leader's hall.
Ling Hanchuan did not follow them inside.
Only Sect Leader Wuya was inside the main hall.
"Little Bread, how are you feeling?" He gently beckoned Gingerbread over.
"Much better now." Gingerbread sat down next to me with a smile, picked up a spirit fruit and started eating. "Master Uncle, the Ten Thousand Swords Formation was imprinted in my mind last year when I came out of the Sword Tomb."
"Before I formed my core, I didn't understand what it meant at all."
As she spoke, she took out the secret manual she had memorized, saying, "This is the method for forming an array."
Gingerbread recited the lines that Fenjue had prepared for her.
The Ten Thousand Swords Formation was taught to her by Fen Jue.
"Good, good, good!" Sect Leader Wuya accepted the manual with trembling hands. "Little Bing is such a good child."
"well--"
Sect Leader Wuya sighed.
"Since our ancestor ascended to heaven, the Sword Sect has declined with each generation. When I took over the sect, I found out that the Ten Thousand Swords Formation manual was incomplete."
"I have always felt ashamed of my ancestors and my disciples."
Gingerbread got off the chair, walked up to Master Wuya, and patted the old man on the head.
"Master Uncle, you are the best sect leader."
"Oh my gosh—" Sect Leader Wuya wiped his eyes with his sleeve, "You little girl, you're getting more and more cunning."
"Tell me, what do you want?"
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