Chapter 56 Who are you? Who are you?
[Director, ignore it, keep playing, I love watching.]
[Director, ignore it, keep playing, I love watching.]
[Hilarious! Is the system an agent? Why is it also in charge of controlling online comments?]
The system let out a soft breath, its face etched with the marks of time, and couldn't help but sigh, "Really, why do these people have to use such a 'praise first, then criticize' tactic?"
Shen Qingyan blinked and asked, "What?"
"What's the difference between not being completely satisfied and being completely unsatisfied!" the system gritted its teeth.
Shen Qingyan realized that the system was referring to other people's comments. He hesitated for a moment and said, "But people can say whatever they want, and I can't control them."
The system began sharpening its blade: "Then kill them all. Anyone who disobeys you must die."
Shen Qingyan: "!!!"
Shen Qingyan asked softly, "Is this really okay?"
[Oh no, Yanzi didn't directly reject the system this time. This damn system must have corrupted her!]
Is there a complaint hotline? I really want to report this evil system.
The system stopped sharpening its blade and changed the subject, saying, "I was just kidding. This kind of plot isn't positive enough; the platform definitely wouldn't allow it."
Shen Qingyan couldn't keep up with its wildly erratic thinking and could only give a bewildered "Oh".
More and more people stood outside the Sword Pavilion, and most of the disciples received their own swords.
They examined each other's swords, but the focus of their discussion remained on Shen Qingyan's "Weeping Ghosts and Gods" sword.
"Why hasn't Shen Cangyu come out yet?" someone suddenly asked.
"Could it be that she wants to find a sword in the Sword Pavilion that is even more powerful than the Kunlun Sword?" After saying this, their gazes couldn't help but shift towards Shen Qingyan's direction. If there were a sword that could be compared to the Kunlun Sword, it would be a feat that would move even the gods and demons to tears.
But now that the Weeping Ghosts and Gods are in Shen Qingyan's hands, how could Shen Cangyu possibly find a better sword than the Kunlun Sword?
If she was searching for a sword in the Sword Pavilion with that purpose in mind, then it was destined to be fruitless.
"The fact that you were able to obtain the Weeping Ghost God's Sword means that the master of this Sword Pavilion has high hopes for you." The sect leader couldn't help but speak up as he looked at Shen Qingyan standing aside in a daze, holding the sword.
Shen Qingyan had only recently entered Kunlun, so he certainly didn't know the status of the Weeping Ghost God among weapons.
"Back then, there were two famous swords in the world. One was the Kunlun Sword, and the other was the Weeping Ghost God," the sect leader stroked his beard and continued as he saw Shen Qingyan look up. "The owner of the Weeping Ghost God was the master of the Sword Pavilion. At that time, she was as famous as the Kunlun Immortal Master. Unfortunately, she never attained enlightenment and became a god before her death, and only remained at the half-step immortal realm. Before she died, she used all her willpower to create the Sword Pavilion, which became the place where all swords returned to their home."
[I finally understand why the protagonist didn't inherit the Kunlun Sword; it turns out the foreshadowing was here!]
【What's the meaning? 】
[It's easy to understand. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; don't underestimate a young man's potential."① After the protagonist's treasure is stolen by the villain, he secretly works hard, creates his own Daoist arts, overthrows Kunlun's monopoly, and lets everyone know that Kunlun's sword is no match for the power to make ghosts weep! A resounding slap in the face!]
Who's secretly working hard? Are you talking about Shen Qingyan?
[Shen Qingyan (Secretly Trying Hard Version)]
[Shen Qingyan (whipped by the system)]
Upon hearing the sect leader's words, Shen Qingyan looked down at the sword in her hand and suddenly remembered the scene she had just witnessed in the Sword Pavilion.
As soon as he entered the Sword Pavilion, he followed the system's instructions and walked upwards until he reached a tall tower, where the sword stood quietly on a stone platform.
The system urged him to draw his sword quickly.
He tried pulling twice, but couldn't budge it.
The system muttered something under its breath, but Shen Qingyan didn't hear it clearly. It wasn't until a while later that the system finally sputtered out, "Finally cracked this firewall, hurry up!"
Shen Qingyan quickly reached out to pull out the sword, and sure enough, this time he was able to pull it out easily.
He stared at the dull, black sword in his hand, unable to discern anything special about it. But as soon as Shen Qingyan drew the sword, the system shouted at him, "Got it! Run!"
"Run?" Before Shen Qingyan could react, the tower beneath his feet suddenly began to shake violently. He quickly ran down the stairs, but halfway down, the steps broke, and he plummeted downwards.
"Are you an idiot? Use the Wind Riding Technique!" the system shouted at him.
"I can't!" Shen Qingyan shouted along with it.
At that moment, he suddenly felt his body lighten, as if a gust of wind had lifted him up.
The wind blew through his hair and clothes, and he felt someone pulling his hand, slowing his descent.
The person's body was semi-transparent, and their eyes were filled with malice as they looked at him. Their tone of voice was all too familiar to him: "You really are incredibly heavy. Starting tomorrow, you will only eat steamed buns. You can only eat meat once you have learned a mental technique!"
Shen Qingyan was carried away by that person and flew out of the tower. The tower shattered behind them, collapsing along with all the mountains and rivers around them with a deafening roar.
Shen Qingyan glanced back, and the scene was like the end of the world, with everything being destroyed.
But that person held his arm tightly, using the power of the wind to carry him away from all of that until they reached a safe, flat area, where they threw him to the ground and disappeared in a flash.
Shen Qingyan remained seated on the ground for a long time before suddenly asking the air in front of him, "System, was that you just now?"
The system had used up most of its energy and had no energy left to respond to him. To it, this was just a pointless question.
There's nothing here but him and it; who else but it would be kind enough to save him in such a critical moment?
Shen Qingyan had only accumulated a tiny bit of honor points after all this time. The system could only allocate those honor points sparingly, deciding which ones to use for Shen Qingyan to exchange for cheat codes, which ones to use to unlock character information, and which ones to use to unlock its own skill tree.
The system felt it had maximized the use of its limited resources; it had done its best. There was no other way; the host was an idiot, so it was the only one who could support the family.
The system huffed and puffed as it pulled the charging cable, determined to take revenge on Shen Qingyan by extracting 5% of his honor points to charge itself as compensation.
But Shen Qingyan murmured, "Why... do you look exactly like me?"
"What?" the system replied casually as it busied itself connecting to its charging port.
The words Shen Qingyan had just spoken automatically transformed into: "Why did you... □□□□□□□□□□?"
It thought it was busy charging and hadn't heard clearly, but little did it know that a pop-up window had quietly appeared in the system background, unnoticed by them.
"Abnormal information detected and blocked."
*
As soon as Shen Cangyu uttered those words, the pool of swords fell silent, floating quietly in the air.
They didn't want to defy the Heavenly Dao, but they also didn't want to leave. They probably thought that if Shen Cangyu chose them, they could have an excuse, saying that following Shen Cangyu wasn't something they asked for, but rather that Shen Cangyu had chosen them. Even if they ultimately failed to complete the task of destroying the Heavenly Dao, they would have found a reason early on.
Shen Cangyu saw through their thoughts, merely chuckled, and left the pool.
The Candle Dragon circled around her, drying her damp clothes. Shen Cangyu walked away resolutely. The swords here were not suitable for her, so she would continue on her journey to find the right sword for her.
However, Shen Cangyu traveled to many places and saw thousands of swords. Without exception, these swords could all sense her, but after learning that she intended to destroy the Heavenly Dao, they all retreated.
Shen Cangyu sat in front of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered.
No sword here possesses the power to shatter the heavens, and the only sword that can reach the realm of gods is perhaps the Kunlun Sword.
She heard all sorts of rumors from other people, and many said that the Kunlun Immortal Lord was able to become an immortal back then entirely thanks to the sword spirit of the Kunlun Sword.
In their mouths, the Kunlun Sword was as miraculous as a god.
Only Shen Cangyu knew that the Kunlun Sword in her hand had no other use besides being full of spiritual energy. The sword spirit of the Kunlun Sword had long since died, leaving only this remains.
It was also a useless thing, not even as intelligent as the swords in the Sword Pavilion, at least the swords in the Sword Pavilion could talk to each other. The Kunlun sword in her hand was no different from ordinary iron.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Shen Cangyu: "You've been searching for so long, haven't you found the sword you like yet?"
She jumped up quickly and looked behind her warily.
A woman dressed in a black robe walked towards them from a distance. Her outer robe was simply draped over her shoulders without any decoration, and her hair was casually tied back with a thick rope.
Shen Cangyu looked warily at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but frown.
She wasn't wearing Kunlun's uniform, and her face was unfamiliar. In Shen Cangyu's memory, everyone who entered the Sword Pavilion this time was a Kunlun disciple; this person couldn't possibly be among them.
Anyone can enter Sword Pavilion; as long as one has the ability to break the formation of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, they can enter Sword Pavilion. Even rogue cultivators and ordinary people have the opportunity to come here.
Could this person be a cultivator who entered the Sword Pavilion in the past but has remained there ever since?
Shen Cangyu pondered for a moment, but did not reply directly. Instead, he asked, "Then why did you come here empty-handed, senior? Did you not find the sword you desired?"
Shen Cangyu kept her hands behind her back, watching the woman's every move. As soon as she attacked, she would immediately summon the Kunlun Sword to counterattack.
The Sword Pavilion is different from the Secret Realm. The gate of the Sword Pavilion may be open, but no matter what happens inside, those outside will not know.
Therefore, this is also a good place for murder, robbery, and plunder, and she was afraid that the woman in front of her also had this idea.
"Why do you look at me so strangely? Don't you remember me?" The woman looked at Shen Cangyu strangely, thought for a moment, and then said knowingly, "Indeed, you have never come back. It's normal that you don't remember me."
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