Chapter 52 Sword Pavilion (Bonus Chapter for Deep Water) A person isn't limited to only having one sword...
"Are you really not going to the First Peak?" Qiu Sheng asked, hands on his hips, looking at Shen Cangyu.
“I’m not going.” Shen Cangyu sat in the room, the floor piled high with books. Even though there were bookshelves in the room, she preferred to stack the books one by one on the floor.
“The house on the First Peak is much bigger than this. There’s a rockery and pond in the courtyard, and it can even fit an entire dueling platform.” Qiu Sheng gestured to Chen Cangyu, but seeing that she was unmoved, he couldn’t help but say, “Master saw that you have inherited the title of Immortal Lord of Kunlun, so he specially prepared the largest courtyard for you to move into. Are you really not going?”
Just as Shen Cangyu was about to say no, her ears twitched, and she asked, "Is that the largest courtyard on Dragon Ridge Mountain?"
“Yes, that’s the largest courtyard besides the sect leader’s residence. If you move in there, it’s like telling everyone that you are the next successor of the Wanqi Guixin lineage.”
Shen Cangyu looked at Qiu Sheng, her eyebrows suddenly curving into a smile: "Then I have no choice but to go." Not only would she move in, but she would also hold a grand housewarming banquet with gongs and drums, letting everyone in Kunlun know that her status was now extraordinary.
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"What kind of banquet?"
Housewarming party.
Lu Yuan raised his voice: "You're moving? Where are you moving to?"
Looking at the endless stream of people in the courtyard, and the mountain of gift boxes and precious flowers and plants, Shen Cangyu said, "I am now living on the first peak of Dragon Ridge Mountain."
Over the years, only two types of people have been allowed to live on the First Peak: one is a true disciple who has attained the ultimate mastery of all arts, and the other is a descendant who carries the bloodline of the Kunlun Immortal Lord.
"How did you become a true disciple?" A clanging sound came from Lu Yuan's end; she seemed to be trying to pry open the door.
"Wait a minute, my older sister has grounded me... This lock won't open, did she borrow some weird lock from Wenxin Diaolong?" The person on the other end of the nameplate kicked the door.
Lu Yuan said angrily, "I can't get out. My older sister said that if I don't admit my mistake, she'll keep me locked up until classes resume. I can't attend your housewarming party. If there's anything good to eat, you have to save some for me!"
"OK."
Shen Cangyu hung up the call, and then Mingzhao walked over, smiling and opening her arms to her: "Look."
A wooden sparrow lay quietly in her palm.
The sparrow's carving wasn't particularly refined, not even as good as Dog Brother's woodworking skills. But what was interesting was that the sparrow seemed to be alive; it would tilt its head and listen to them talk, and after they finished speaking, it would repeat what they had said.
"This is a new sound recording technique I developed. I sealed the technique inside a sparrow so you can play with it as a new toy."
"Thank you." Shen Cangyu looked at the sparrow in his hand with interest, when he suddenly heard Ming Zhao whisper, "I heard that you inherited the title of Kunlun Immortal Lord, and your surname is 'Shen'... Tell me quietly, are you the sect leader's illegitimate daughter?"
Shen Cangyu's eyelids twitched. After a moment of silence, he said, "My surname is Shen, which is my mother's. There are other families in this world with the surname Shen besides the sect leader. Why is he allowed to have the surname Shen, but I am not?"
The sect leader's surname is Chen, and Shen Qingyan's surname is also Chen. Why can't she have the surname Chen? Does having the surname Chen mean she has to be related to them?
“Oh, that’s not what I meant,” Mingzhao sensed the dissatisfaction in Shen Cangyu’s words and explained, “It’s just that several coincidences came together, so I just asked casually. If you don’t like it, then I won’t mention it.”
Although the sect leader stood at a distance, hidden behind the crowd, he kept a close eye on Shen Cangyu's movements. He used all the mental focus techniques he had cultivated over the years to eavesdrop, and unsurprisingly, he overheard Shen Cangyu's words.
His heart shattered into pieces, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply, saying to Chu Xun, "That child doesn't want to acknowledge me."
Chu Xun comforted him, "Perhaps her family didn't tell her about her background when she was young, and she herself doesn't know her relationship with you. If you rashly acknowledge her as your daughter, it might provoke her resentment. We need to proceed step by step and take it slowly."
The sect leader couldn't help but sigh again: "A-Chou told me that she persuaded this child for a long time before she agreed to move to the First Peak. She doesn't even want to come to the First Peak, so I'm afraid she doesn't want to return to the Shen family."
Chu Xun patiently comforted him, "Master, don't overthink it. Given Cang Yu's personality, she's probably just too lazy to move her luggage. You often say she doesn't come to talk to you and isn't close to you, so why don't you take the initiative to talk to her? If you want to get her back as soon as possible, you should spend more time with her." Instead of being like a rat, secretly watching her from a corner every day.
The sect leader, having been hit where it hurt, stubbornly retorted, "I am the sect leader!" With that, he flicked his sleeve and walked away.
Chu Xun touched his nose and walked towards Shen Cangyu.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Dog." Mingzhao called out to Chu Xun as soon as he saw him.
Chu Xun had never met Ming Zhao before. He was about to greet her with a smile when she called him by his dog's name. His words caught in his throat, and he looked at Shen Cangyu: "Did you teach that?"
Shen Cangyu quickly waved his hand to defend himself.
Mingzhao said with bright eyes, "Brother Gou, you don't know this, but you're quite famous in our Wenxin Diaolong. We bought all the exquisite carving machinery that Brother Gou sold to Qizhenfang and are studying it carefully."
Chu Xun was taken aback: "So you guys bought all those things." No wonder, he wondered why there were always suckers spending so much money to buy his toys. It turns out those suckers were the people from Wenxin Diaolong.
"When are you going to switch to studying 'The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons'? 'The Return of Myriad Arts to the Heart' is burying your talent," Mingzhao urged.
Shen Cangyu looked at Ming Zhao and couldn't help but say, "This is Dragon Ridge Mountain, the territory of our Wanqi Guixin. How dare you undermine us on our own turf? You've got some nerve."
"What do you mean by 'poaching'?" Mingzhao's attention was quickly diverted by Shen Cangyu, who clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Wow, Cangyu, you're a genius! Why don't you join us in 'The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons'?"
A loud crash suddenly came from afar. The sect leader, his face dark, uprooted an entire tree in the courtyard and threw it aside. Under the gaze of the crowd, he coldly snorted and said, "This tree is no good. Replace it."
After saying that, the disciple of Wanqi Guixin beside him hurriedly carried the phoenix tree from the courtyard and handed it to the sect leader to plant.
The sect leader, showing off, summoned his treasured sword. The sword transformed into a dazzling array of sword shadows, swirling around the onlookers. With a series of golden clinks, the branches of the phoenix tree were trimmed neatly and elegantly by the sword's edge. The sword light converged, lifting the phoenix tree and planting it into a deep pit in the courtyard. Several more sword shadows flashed, and the soil in the courtyard was filled in. The phoenix tree seemed to have always been there, showing no sign of abnormality.
The sect leader demonstrated his exceptional sword control skills to everyone. Those present wanted to applaud, but then suddenly remembered his identity.
If we applaud now, wouldn't we be treating the sect leader like a street performer?
They could only suppress the urge to applaud and utter exclamations of praise.
"As expected of the sect leader, his swordsmanship is truly superb!"
"That's right, that's right."
Chu Xun whispered to Ming Zhao, "You'd better watch your words. If the sect leader hears about you poaching someone, and he finds out you're after Cang Yu, the next time his sword will be aimed at your head."
Mingzhao was intimidated by him and couldn't help but shrink back: "You people who are loyal to the will of the people are few, but you have a lot of rules."
At this point, she suddenly realized, "Where's Pei Wenjing? I haven't seen him all morning?"
“Him…” Chu Xun suddenly smiled and looked at Shen Cangyu, “He said he wanted to prepare a gift for you.”
Suddenly, golden light scattered across the sky, and auspicious seven-colored clouds rolled up in the sky. A series of bell tolls came from afar, reverberating through the mountains and forests. Auspicious cranes soared through the clouds and mist, all of which were auspicious omens.
"It seems they succeeded," Chu Xun said, looking at the sky.
Shen Cangyu had never seen such a sight before. He stared at the colorful clouds in the distance, unable to look away, and asked, "What?"
"He and Qiu Sheng went to break through Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and opened the Sword Pavilion for you."
Sword Pavilion is not located in Kunlun; it is situated in a secret realm that is not open to outsiders on ordinary days.
To open the Sword Pavilion, one must overcome all forty-nine challenges of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to unlock the gates to the Sword Pavilion's secret realm.
Pei Wenjing and Qiu Sheng disappeared for several days. Shen Cangyu couldn't find any trace of them, and even her communication service was down. She thought they had left Kunlun without a word to take on an outing and couldn't make it back to her housewarming party.
Unexpectedly, they actually went to open the Sword Pavilion.
At this moment, disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect rode in fish-drawn carriages, circling above Dragon Ridge Mountain. The sect leader's voice reached everyone's ears: "Disciples of the Myriad Weapons Returning to the Heart, heed my command! The Sword Pavilion has opened. Today, to ensure the Kunlun Sword's inheritance, we ascend the Sword Pavilion to seek the sword!"
Lu Qianhe slowly floated to Shen Cangyu's side, without saying a word, but patted the fish cart beneath her as a gesture.
Chu Xun also hopped on Lu Qianhe's fish cart with a grin. Lu Qianhe rarely lifted his eyelids, gave him a disdainful look, but didn't say anything. After loading everyone on board, he flew into the sky.
"Senior Brother Dog, can I also search for swords?" Shen Cangyu asked, perched on the back of the fish cart.
"sure."
Shen Cangyu asked in confusion, "Now that I have the Kunlun Sword, can I have a second sword?"
Chu Xun rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment; "A person isn't limited to possessing only one sword. Take Wen Cang Sheng, for example, haven't they each signed contracts with many animals?"
Shen Cangyu thought about it and realized it made sense. Her Kunlun sword had no physical form; it was only formed from her thoughts, so it couldn't really be considered a real sword.
She still needs a sword that she can touch.
"Senior Brother Dog, where is your sword?" Shen Cangyu suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never seen Chu Xun's sword.
Chu Xun never went to the martial arts arena, and he was always empty-handed, without any weapons on his person. If someone didn't know him, they would never guess that he was a disciple of the Myriad Weapons Return to the Heart.
Chu Xun gave her a mysterious smile: "Haven't you seen it before?"
Shen Cangyu was taken aback, racking her brains but still couldn't find the sword he mentioned. She suspected he was bluffing her: "There isn't one."
Chu Xun clenched his hands together, forming a date-shaped container, and placed it in front of her, saying, "My sword is in my hands."
"What kind of sword is so small that it can be held in the hand? Could it be a dagger?"
Chu Xun opened his hand to her, and a small carving knife lay in his palm.
Chu Xun's voice blended into the howling wind: "You all keep saying I'm not doing my proper job, but from beginning to end, I've been cultivating my own path."
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