Chapter 78 Opening the Small World
The marrow-cleansing grass is extremely rare in the world. Some of the elders present had lived for hundreds of years, but none of them had the opportunity to see it with their own eyes before.
I had vaguely heard before that a female cultivator from the Qingzheng Sect was lucky enough to obtain two marrow cleansing herbs and developed two spiritual roots.
But this person's luck was so strangely good, even absurd, that most of the bigwigs just treated it as a false rumor.
Now I can see the genuine marrow-cleansing grass with my own eyes!
Like the Nine-Dragon Chariot of the Great Dynasty, it is only a product of legend, and there is only one of them, which fell into the hands of the immortal figure Jiaying.
Jiaying tore off a leaf and said succinctly, "Lucky news."
The acolyte translated, "Master, your majesty is deeply righteous and willing to donate the Demon God's legacy to the Divine Realm. The Holy Son is deeply grateful, and the world will remember your merits."
"This leaf of the Marrow Cleansing Grass will be the prize for the winner of this outer sect assessment. I wish the Qingzheng Sect will recruit talented people from all over the world and its influence will flourish."
These words made the sect leader's face shine. The Holy Son's act of giving precious prizes to his disciples in public also gave great face to the Qing Zhengzong and became a good story for a while.
The Sect Master was moved and took the leaf in his own hands, "Thank you for the generous reward, Saint Son."
The oval leaflet is light, but when you hold it in your hand, it feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Even a single leaf of the marrow-cleansing grass is extremely precious. Taking it can help a cultivator improve his cultivation to a higher level.
Seeing this, Ji Weiming also took a few precious magic weapons as prizes for the winner.
The outer disciples were all excited, and everyone was ready to fight, full of fighting spirit and ready to show their best strength.
Disciples from other sects who came to watch the game also expressed envy.
Xiao Chujing was very worried. He looked at Ye Xiaoman and then at Jiaying who was holding the marrow-cleansing grass.
He now extremely hates men who cannot outshine him, and he dislikes any man who is more handsome than him.
Ye Xiaoman assured her resoundingly, "I'm not the kind of person who would abandon my principles and be with someone just for a piece of grass. Don't worry."
Xiao Chujing kept staring at Jiaying until he put away the marrow-cleansing grass, then he looked away.
It doesn’t matter. I have hair and he doesn’t. Junior sister will definitely like someone like me with thick, long hair.
"Pretending," he said directly, "I don't like him."
Ye Xiaoman didn't take his resistance to heart.
In the original novel, Jiaying is Xiao Chujing's second best brother and close friend besides Ji Wenyi.
Later, when the two were discussing Taoism on the snowy mountains, they lived in the same room, shared the same quilt, and talked all night long about life and death. Jiaying also smiled for Xiao Chujing, the only one in the whole book. The sickening brotherhood was so unbearable that straight male readers couldn't stand it.
Xiao Chujing, Ji Wenyi, and Jiaying form the iron triangle. The first half of the book tells how their brotherhood destroys the remains of the demon and prevents the demon from resurrecting.
The auspicious time has arrived.
Directly above the square, a black rainbow appeared silently.
Above the Rainbow Bridge, a huge round gate slowly appeared, looking like another black sun.
The sect leader took out the seal of the head of the sect, stepped on the罡步, muttered something, and the three great elders worked together to activate the formation.
After a while, the leader's seal emitted a magnificent white light, which was injected into the giant gate. The black sun absorbed the spiritual energy and turned into a half-black and half-white Bagua diagram, spinning at a high speed.
After changing countless hexagrams, the password matched and the Bagua diagram split into left and right.
Opening the small world requires a huge amount of energy and can only be opened once every three years. This is why the Son of God and the outer disciples entered the small world on the same day.
It was not an offense to the Holy Son, but a helpless act. Jiaying was understanding and reasonable about it.
The small world of Wanjian Tomb is opened.
The small world is divided into the inner world and the outer world like an embedded ring.
The inner world is the Heart Forging Realm, where the Demon God's cenotaph is sealed. Jiaying will go to the Heart Forging Realm to retrieve the Demon God's armor.
The outside world is the world of ten thousand swords, which is where outer disciples take the test.
There is a magic barrier between the inner world and the outer world. If the outer world wants to enter the inner world, the sect leader needs to open the barrier again.
Online instructions: [Find a way to get from the Ten Thousand Swords Realm to the Heart Forging Realm and approach Jiaying.]
Ye Xiaoman: [No problem!]
The sect leader personally sent Jiaying into the Heart Forging Realm.
The Heart Forging Realm is a miasma of inner demons. If a cultivator with seven emotions and six desires approaches it, he will easily be assimilated by the inner demons, which is extremely dangerous.
The sect leader only dared to send Jiaying to the door.
Jiaying was as quiet as a water lily. He nodded slightly to the sect leader. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man in white transformed into a crane shadow, went alone, and flew into the small world.
In just a moment, he disappeared.
After Jiaying left, the sect leader temporarily closed the barrier of the inner world, leaving only the outer world open to all outer disciples.
"The assessment begins—"
Elder Ma announced loudly.
The Bagua formation above his head was inverted, with the entrance facing the square formation of disciples below.
Ye Xiaoman was about to ask "How do I get in" when she suddenly felt a white light cover above her head. She was pulled by a powerful suction force and rolled up into the sky like a piece of paper.
In an instant, more than 800 disciples under test were teleported into the world of ten thousand swords.
Before my eyes was a vast grassland with knee-high weeds.
Various magic swords were thrown in the haystacks, among the rubble, and in the cracks of the rocks.
Long swords, short swords, heavy swords, broken swords, double-edged swords, those filled with spiritual energy, those that are just pieces of rotten iron... everything is available.
The World of Ten Thousand Swords, as the name suggests, is where the swords of the Qing Zhengzong have been buried for thousands of years.
After a great man ascends to heaven, his descendants will send his magic sword here for burial, waiting for the next destined sword owner to arrive; sword masters and powerful monks without heirs will choose to send their beloved swords back here for retirement before they pass away; ordinary monks will also throw their old swords here after replacing them with new ones.
Therefore, as long as the disciples are lucky, they can take advantage of the opportunity of the outer sect assessment to obtain a good natal magic sword here for free.
Those with great luck can even obtain the life-saving sword of a strong man.
It can be considered as a benefit for the disciples of the Qing Zhengzong sect.
As for the rules, the elders have explained them very clearly before. Each disciple must find his or her own destiny sword according to his or her ability. The higher the grade of the sword, the higher the score. The winner will be selected to enter the inner sect.
Ye Xiaoman and all the disciples were faced with a dazzling array of magic swords, but no one picked them up.
Now it's just the entrance, full of scrap metal.
The further you go in, the more likely you are to find good swords.
The assessment lasts three days and two nights, with three days to search. It is usually not until the last day that you decide which sword to pick up.
A huge river ran across the grassland, blocking the disciples' progress.
A golden sword, a silver sword, and a bronze sword rose above the river.
A sword spirit, dressed as a swordsman, emerged from the water, looked at all the disciples solemnly, and asked:
"I have three swords here. Which one did you drop?"
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
Who set such old test questions?
Even elementary school students know that in order to demonstrate their good qualities, they must answer the river god honestly in order to receive the god's reward.
The eldest brother standing behind Ye Xiaoman immediately raised his hand and replied: "None of these swords are mine."
The sword spirit rolled his eyes: "No, you must choose one."
Xiao Chujing raised his eyebrows: "Finally, it's a bit interesting."
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