Around the burial mound were various magical artifacts, all accumulated by the Yuncang Sword Sect over the years.
Only a small open space in the center was reserved for disciples who came to choose ritual implements to perform the recognition ceremony.
Although there was no one there, the stone pillar in the center, engraved with an array, emitted a chilling aura of spiritual energy.
The light shone directly on the figure in the corner. Ji Mofan stood there, reaching out to grasp a sword beside him.
"Senior Brother! What happened?" The disciple guarding the gate rushed over, but he was already covered in sweat after only a few steps.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! If their Elder Zhao finds out that there was a problem with the burial mound during his shift, he'll be in big trouble!
His worries immediately materialized. Zhao Zhiliang, who was far away at the Weapon Peak, sensed the disturbance in the Spirit Gathering Array the moment it started to tremble. He couldn't even wait to fly on his sword; he tore off a teleportation talisman and appeared inside the Burial Tomb in an instant.
"What's going on?" His gaze shot like a hawk towards the junior disciple on duty.
"Elder, Senior Brother said he left something behind and wanted to come in to look for it. I don't know what Senior Brother did!" The junior disciple hurriedly shifted all the blame onto Ji Mofan.
Yes, he was just an unknown disciple of the Weapon Peak, not even worthy of being called an inner disciple. He was only slightly better than a menial disciple who had no talent for cultivation at all.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been thrown into the boring and time-wasting job of guarding the burial mound.
Neither the elders nor the chief disciple were people he could afford to offend!
If you need anything from the elders, don't go to him; go directly to the senior brother!
His fingertips trembled slightly as he bowed his head and clasped his hands, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"The guards failed in their duties, allowing unauthorized personnel to enter the Burial Mound. Didn't I say that at least two elders' written orders are required to activate the Burial Mound's array?"
With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Zhiliang effortlessly determined the punishment.
"Go, carry your weapon-refining furnace and run five laps around Yuncang Mountain."
Innocent disciples of the Weapon Peak: ......
Well, my anxiety has finally subsided.
He didn't dare say much, bowed his head, accepted the order, and ran out.
Run! Otherwise, if our senior brother pulls some new tricks later, it won't just be a matter of five laps.
"Chief, what exactly happened?" After dismissing his junior disciple, Zhao Zhiliang used his lightness skill to gracefully approach Ji Mofan, who was standing on a pile of broken copper and scrap iron.
"Elder Zhao." Ji Mofan's blank expression was perfectly portrayed.
"I don't know. I just came here to pick up my lost amulet." He casually pointed to the ground, where a small, red, obviously old brocade pouch lay among several swords.
The tassel on top was pierced by the sword and swayed gently in the surrounding spiritual wind.
"Then the sword suddenly emitted a sword aura, which I didn't expect at all, and it grazed me." Ji Mofan then showed Zhao Zhiliang the bloodstain on his hand.
Zhao Zhiliang frowned.
He had been practicing weapon crafting for nearly a hundred years and had never heard of such an absurd thing.
Even if a spirit gains sentience, it may be attracted to a master with compatible attributes, but it will not launch an attack unless it has recognized a master.
Could it be that the spirit of the previous owner of this sword has not completely dissipated?
Some powerful beings who pass away peacefully in their own blessed lands leave a wisp of their divine soul in their weapons before their death. In this way, when a ruler from a later generation enters the realm again, the spirit can briefly manifest and, according to the wishes of the person in life, control the spirit to do certain things.
Logically speaking, these ritual objects placed in the burial mound should have been thoroughly cleansed and should not have any residual spirits.
Zhao Zhiliang looked at Ji Mofan with suspicion, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He just turned around and walked towards the open space in the center.
“Chief, please come here.” He pointed to the stone platform in the center of the burial mound. “Take that sword with you, and I will preside over the ceremony of recognizing you as the master.”
Zhao Zhiliang's words were exactly what Ji Mofan wanted to hear. He reached out and "whoosh" drew the sword in front of him. He lightly touched a few pieces of scrap metal with his toes, his clothes fluttering, and landed beside the stone platform.
Zhao Zhiliang raised his hand and made several handprints on the stone platform, and an intricate array immediately took shape on the gray stone surface.
Ji Mofan placed the Embracing Snow Sword on it.
A burst of spiritual light shone brightly, and the Snow Embracing Sword floated above it.
The few drops of blood he had just smeared on the blade, which were already somewhat dried, began to flow again in crimson red under the effect of the array.
Surge, intersect, merge.
Ji Mofan suddenly felt as if something had suddenly appeared in his mind.
He searched carefully but found nothing but emptiness, yet he knew clearly what was going on.
That was his connection with the Snow Embracing Sword before him.
The sword blade chirped excitedly and, before the magic circle had completely darkened, it eagerly flew off the stone platform and landed in his outstretched palm.
"It seems this sword likes you quite a bit." Zhao Zhiliang, who was always serious, only softened his expression slightly when facing the cold magical artifact.
“I also feel that this sword has some kind of connection with me.” Ji Mofan casually twirled the sword.
The Snow Embracing Sword shimmered with spiritual light, delighted that it was being used.
“However,” Zhao Zhiliang immediately changed the subject, “even the chief disciple needs to follow the sect’s procedures to retrieve a magic artifact from the burial mound.”
Ji Mofan showed no remorse whatsoever, merely smiling calmly, "Then, Elder, what is the solution to this matter?"
Since he had already formed a blood pact with the sword, forcibly separating it would damage his spiritual center, and no one could harm him on the grounds that he had violated the sect's rules.
Even if Zhao Zhiliang is truly so rigid and unapproachable...
Ji Mofan narrowed his eyes slightly.
...Well, there's nothing he can do. He can only use the chief's superpower to remove this rule from the sect's regulations.
The chief disciple has quite a lot of power, but he never thought of abusing it before.
"Except for the annual recruitment conference when authorization is granted to newly recruited disciples, at other times, any disciple who wants to enter the Burial Tomb must have a decree issued by at least two sect elders."
Zhao Zhiliang flicked his sleeve, "Even the chief is no exception."
Ji Mofan tilted his head and pondered for a second.
"Understood, I'll send the order to Elder Zhao tomorrow." He smiled.
Zhao Zhiliang snorted coldly, then turned and left.
Along with the torn teleportation talisman he brought down, there was also an elder's decree signed with his name.
Ji Mofan smiled nonchalantly, twirled the Snow-Swallow Sword in his hand, picked up the piece of paper on the ground, and folded it twice in his hand.
Although Zhao Zhiliang was a bit stern and didn't smile much, he wasn't a particularly mean person at heart.
He had never had any interaction with this elder before. In his previous life, he vaguely remembered that Zhao Zhiliang had come to see him once before the Dao Asking Conference next year.
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