The Lingtian Sword Sect, a renowned holy land for cultivation, is as magnificent as the dawn breaking, with ten thousand golden rays piercing through the clouds and illuminating all directions. Its endless splendor and solemnity make every wisp of wind seem to carry the sound of swords and celestial music.
The day of recruiting disciples was an unprecedentedly grand occasion, as if all the young talents from all corners of the world had gathered here.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate, crowds surged and the atmosphere was lively.
Young men and women who wanted to join the Lingtian Sword Sect were filled with boundless longing and yearning for the way of the sword. It was as if even the dust in the air was dancing lightly because of their excitement.
At the mountain gate, the disciple in charge of recruiting disciples stood tall and imposing, dressed in a blue sect uniform. He said, "Whoever enters this mountain gate today will have their foundation tested by the spirit-testing array on the gate. If you are not qualified to practice swordsmanship, please do not make a fuss and go down the mountain directly. If you are qualified, please do not make a fuss and go up the mountain directly for a swordsmanship competition."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the spirit-testing array shone brightly, with a faint flow of spiritual energy.
"Now, everyone, please!"
The young men and women who wanted to enter the Lingtian Sword Sect walked towards the mountain gate in an orderly fashion.
A tense yet excited atmosphere gradually filled the air; they were finally about to take their first step on the path of cultivation.
Each beam of light emitted by the spirit-testing array seemed to contain countless mysteries of the laws of heaven and earth, precisely scanning each person's body and soul, exploring whether they were destined for the way of the sword.
The young men and women who entered the Spirit Trial Array either closed their eyes and concentrated, feeling the surge of spiritual energy within their bodies, or clenched their fists, anticipating the moment that would determine their fate.
Before long, some people went up the stone steps of the mountain gate, some returned the way they came, some were overjoyed, and some were dejected.
Wen Zihan stepped into the spirit-testing array, gripping the broken sword in her hand tightly. She was determined to enter the Lingtian Sword Sect.
Unbeknownst to them, the spiritual energy of the spirit-testing array suddenly lit up, and the disciple standing guard on the side nodded with great satisfaction.
"Pass."
Wen Zihan slowly climbed the seemingly endless stone steps, glancing at the disciple Kazama and glaring at him fiercely.
Kazama guiltily looked away; he was only following his master's orders.
After climbing the stone steps, ten arenas appeared not far away, each guarded by a disciple of the Lingtian Sword Sect.
Now, people have already gone up to all ten arenas.
At this moment, Hua Rong, who was standing to the side, noticed Wen Zihan. She walked towards Wen Zihan with joy and said happily, "Junior Sister, you're back."
Wen Zihan placed the broken sword directly between her and Hua Rong. She pursed her lips and said coldly, "I am not your junior sister. I am here today to take back what belongs to my father."
A hint of unease flashed across Hua Rong's face, but she still said softly, "Okay, then let me see if our Zihan has improved."
"Don't talk to me like that! I hate you all!"
Wen Zihan still remembers how these people used to mock and bully her. Now, no matter who it is, they all put on an act in front of her.
Wen Zihan caught a glimpse of someone finishing in the arena and immediately flew up onto it.
The disciple guarding the arena was overjoyed to see Wen Zihan and exclaimed, "Oh, Junior Sister Zihan, you're back! You..."
"Don't call me that!"
Before the disciple guarding the arena could finish speaking, Wen Zihan charged forward, brandishing her broken sword.
The disciple guarding the arena also abandoned his desire to chat and began to fight Wen Zihan, move by move.
Soon, he discovered that although Wen Zihan was holding a broken sword, it instantly transformed into a normal longsword when the boundless fighting spirit emanating from her arose.
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