After the apprenticeship ceremony, the newly initiated disciples, led by Elder Zhao Zhiliang of Qifeng, had one opportunity to enter the Burial Tomb.
In the center of the spirit-gathering array, sense the magical artifacts in the entire burial mound. If you encounter a compatible artifact, you can make it resonate with your spiritual power.
The Yuncang Sword Sect would give such magical artifacts as an initiation gift to new disciples.
Of course, in many cases, the ritual objects inside the burial mound will not elicit any response.
After all, although these newly recruited disciples are not bad in talent, they are all quite young and their strength is weak.
Even the most outstanding talents can fall during their growth process, and the spirits are all very shrewd, so they would not easily make such a risky investment.
After all, acknowledging a master means being loyal for life.
This is what happened when Jimo Fan entered the burial mound.
No one would even consider him an eight-year-old child.
Shen Yun seemed unhappy, which caused Ji Mo Fan to have a psychological shadow over the burial mound for quite some time.
I wonder what opportunities kudzu will have today.
Ji Mofan looked up at the center of the formation.
The other disciples had already sensed the potential of the weapon-refining furnace. Of the seven, only one disciple who decided to join the Weapon Peak obtained a weapon-refining furnace, while the rest returned empty-handed.
Lastly, it was kudzu's turn.
The kid still looked happy no matter what the outcome, and casually placed his hand on the stone platform.
A few breaths passed, and there was still no movement inside the burial mound.
Zhao Zhiliang couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.
Ge Gen's performance at yesterday's recruitment fair was quite enviable.
Not only was he the first to climb all 999 steps in the bone structure test, but he also displayed amazing talent in the spiritual root test.
Even so, he is still just a mortal who hasn't even managed to draw qi into his body, and isn't even considered a beginner cultivator.
Although Ge Gen himself was somewhat frustrated, he didn't mind too much.
He cautiously turned around to look at Ji Mofan's expression.
Master won't be ashamed of me for embarrassing him..., will he...?
Look at the sword on Master's waist, it looks very precious.
Master certainly wouldn't have been this humiliated back in the Burial Mound...
Ji Mofan didn't hear Ge Gen's inner grumbling, but he did receive the child's slightly resentful look.
He sighed inwardly.
Oh well, after all, he's the child I picked up myself.
Let's spoil them a little.
"Now everyone has completed their sensing. Follow me..."
Elder Zhao.
Zhao Zhiliang was interrupted by Ji Mofan halfway through his sentence.
He looked at Ji Mofan, who had suddenly stepped forward, and asked, "Is there a problem, Chief?"
Ji Mofan raised his hand slightly and pointed to a heavy sword in the corner.
“Didn’t I sense it?” he said.
All eyes were immediately drawn to the sword in the distance, which was gleaming with a faint spiritual light.
For some reason, the light surrounding the sword was very faint.
"The sword spirit of this sword seems somewhat weak," Zhao Zhiliang commented.
As if understanding human speech, the sword suddenly shone brightly, even the patterns on its hilt shimmering with light.
"It doesn't seem like weakness, just... just woke up?" Ji Mofan tilted his head and chuckled.
Of course, it wasn't for these nonsensical reasons. This sword was secretly awakened by Ji Mofan using a surge of spiritual power when everyone's attention was focused on Ge Gen.
The sword was clearly reluctant, and it awkwardly lit up with a tiny bit of light.
As a result, Ji Mofan immediately became obedient after just one look.
He found this Heaven and Earth Opening Sword in a secret realm before.
I don't know which unlucky predecessor was swallowed whole by a snake demon.
The flesh was digested, but the sword remained stuck in the snake's stomach, neither rising nor falling.
When Ji Mofan was dealing with that snake demon, he found it strange that its attacks sometimes seemed to leak electricity as if they were out of control.
I can't distinguish friend from foe, I even cut myself down.
The mystery was only solved when he cleaved the snake demon's vital spot with his sword, and the Heaven-Splitter Sword fell out of its body.
If it weren't for him, this broken sword would have remained in the snake demon's stomach acid for who knows how many more years.
He tucked his hands into his wide sleeves and glanced indifferently at Kaitiandi.
A flash of inspiration struck him, and then, quite decisively, he allowed the kudzu root to pull him out.
"This is... unexpected." Zhao Zhiliang rested his chin on his hand thoughtfully, his narrow eyes constantly shifting between Kaitiandi and Gegen.
He had presided over many spiritual responses from the spirits of the spirits, and the spirits of the burial mounds rarely hesitated in front of the candidates.
Unlike humans, spirits don't have many complexities in their minds. They either like something or they don't like it; there's no middle ground.
But this time he was certain that when Ge Gen first made his senses, none of the magical artifacts responded to his call.
The heavy sword was only changed when Gegen turned to leave.
...Could it be that the magical artifacts in the burial mound hesitated because Ge Gen's talent was relatively high?
Or perhaps it was because they were engaged in some kind of battle behind the scenes, a battle invisible to the naked eye? In the end, the greatsword emerged victorious and thus gained the right to form a pact with Kugan?
Zhao Zhiliang's weapon-forging mind had already conjured up a series of fictional scenarios.
It's not fair to blame him for overthinking. Twelve years ago, when Ji Mofan entered the Burial Tomb, Zhao Zhiliang wasn't an elder of the Weapon Peak yet; he was just an ordinary inner disciple and naturally didn't have the qualifications to attend the ceremony.
But the entire legendary story had already been pieced together in his mind.
It must have been because Ji Mofan's talent was so strong back then that the competition among the magical artifacts in the burial mound was so fierce that the elders at the time mistakenly thought that no artifacts were interested in Ji Mofan, so they hastily ended the sensing ceremony.
When Ji Mo Fan accidentally entered the Burial Tomb, he unexpectedly formed a contract with a sword. Isn't that the best illustration of this incident?
He himself had no intention of making a contract, yet a sword spirit took the initiative to choose him!
"Ahem." Ji Mofan coughed lightly. "Elder Zhao, could you please preside over the recognition ceremony as soon as possible?"
Unsure what Zhao Zhiliang was silently pondering, Ji Mofan interrupted him as a precaution.
He was worried that his secret help in awakening the sword spirit would be exposed.
No one could possibly imagine what absurd things Zhao Zhiliang, with his serious expression, was thinking about.
When Ji Mofan called out to him, Zhao Zhiliang came back to his senses. He turned around and saw that Ji Mofan's face was a little pale, and realized that their leader was still injured.
"Ge Gen, bring your sword and come here." He then flicked his sleeves and turned to walk towards the stone platform in the center of the burial mound.
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