Chapter 911: Carrying a Small World with You
Lu Yang woke up slowly and found himself lying on the ground. Yun Mengmeng was looking at him with concern.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Lu Yang's mind was a little confused. He only remembered that he fought until he was exhausted and then lost consciousness.
"Ten breaths, maybe." Yun Mengmeng leads a casual life and has never been very sensitive to time.
"Lu Yang, take this pill." The elder of Jianlou also rushed over and quickly took out the best pill to help Lu Yang recover.
The pill tastes refreshing when you take it, and after swallowing it, you feel as if you are soaked in water, cool and comfortable.
Lu Yang woke up and was helped up by Yun Mengmeng. He meditated on the spot, practiced his skills, adjusted his breathing rate, and was soon able to move freely.
The strength of his mental power is comparable to that of the fusion stage, and he can quickly return to normal after it is exhausted.
As the spirit of the immortal sword, Mingtai recovered quickly.
"Brother Lu Yang, I admire you." Mingtai walked over and said. In the previous battle, he used all his trump cards, but still lost to Lu Yang. He accepted the defeat sincerely.
This is also the character of all sword practitioners, they are straightforward, winning is winning, losing is losing, there is nothing to be embarrassed about admitting.
"No, it was just luck." Lu Yang said modestly. The last time he performed Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin was just an attempt. The success or failure was fifty-fifty.
After watching that battle, many sword practitioners had some understandings, and they did not dare to delay and meditated on the spot.
Opportunities are rare, so the trip to the sword storehouse that was originally planned to start after the sword-asking session had to be postponed. The elders of the Sword Tower took action and set up formations to protect the sword practitioners from external disturbances, allowing them to gain more insights as much as possible.
The sword cultivators were all in seclusion on the spot, and Lu Yang became the one with the most free time.
"Speaking of which, Mingtai's Hanguang Sword can even become invisible, so doesn't my Qingfeng Sword have any other uses?"
Lu Yang examined the Qingfeng Sword carefully. The Hanguang Sword was just a fairy treasure, but his Qingfeng Sword was a genuine fairy weapon, Wu Yao's sword. Logically speaking, it should not only be of high quality, but also have some special functions.
"Yes, isn't the inside of this sword quite spacious? Other swords don't have this treatment." said the sword spirit of the Qingfeng Sword.
"What do you mean...wait, Fairy, are you saying that there is another space in the Qingfeng Sword?" Lu Yang reacted.
The Immortal Fairy rolled her eyes: "Where do you think I live?"
Lu Yang thought to himself, Fairy, you have great magical powers, I thought you were really attached to the Qingfeng Sword.
So you moved in.
"Wait, I'll pull you in."
The Immortal Fairy thought Xiao Yangzi was too stupid to even enter the door, so she decided to just pull him in herself.
Lu Yang disappeared without a trace, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground with a clang.
“Is this the interior space of the Qingfeng Sword?” Lu Yang turned around in surprise and looked around.
"To be precise, this is called the Qingfeng Sword forming its own small world." The Immortal Fairy used more professional words.
The Qingfeng Sword world is filled with spiritual energy, with mountains and flowing water, a beautiful environment, and is isolated from the world, like a paradise.
Lu Yang was standing on a bamboo raft, floating down the river, and the mountains were receding like a slide.
The bamboo raft was made by the Immortal Fairy when she was bored during her time as a sword spirit, and she cut down a large number of trees for the purpose.
"How is it?" The immortal fairy was very proud, and it was unclear whether she was showing off this small world or the bamboo raft she made herself.
"That kid named Wu Yao is quite capable. He made the Qingfeng Sword look quite realistic."
"Has this small space always existed?" Lu Yang was surprised. He didn't expect that he had always underestimated the Qingfeng Sword.
"It has always been there, but it was sealed before and you couldn't get in. It was only after you reached a certain level of cultivation that you were able to open the seal and enter here."
Lu Yang felt somewhat comforted. It was the seal that had not been opened, not that he did not know the goods. "When was the seal opened?"
"When you were in the Nascent Soul stage."
“…”
Lu Yang looked at the Immortal Fairy quietly, the meaning of his eyes was self-evident.
The Immortal Fairy felt embarrassed to be looked at by the Minister of the State, and smiled awkwardly: "This Fairy is not thinking that Xiao Yangzi, you know that the Qingfeng Sword has a space, and you are too lazy to come in."
"After all, there's nothing fun about this place except for the beautiful scenery."
Lu Yang thought so too, and he didn’t need to carry a small world with him.
If I had a small portable world in my previous life, every flower and herb here would be a magical medicine, and any one of them I took out would be a staggering fortune.
Otherwise, they would farm in the small world. There is abundant spiritual energy here, and the seeds would definitely mutate if they were taken here, and then they could be taken to the outside world to shock everyone.
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It’s a pity that I didn’t have a small world in my previous life. I only got it after traveling to the world of cultivating immortals, which is very useless.
Lu Yang turned around in the Qingfeng Sword and then left the Qingfeng Sword.
About half a day had passed, and the sword practitioners had come out of their retreat one after another. They communicated with each other and felt that they had gained a lot.
This Sword-Asking Ceremony was worth coming to. Coming to the comprehension once was equivalent to several years of sword-asking insights. The battle between Lu Yang and Ming Tai allowed them to see the future path of swordsmanship.
The sword cultivators found Lu Yang and Ming Tai one after another and expressed their gratitude. Xue Shilou and Kunqiu were among them.
After the last sword cultivator finished his retreat, Lord Guan announced the start of the third and final part of the ceremony.
"You all should have heard that in my Sword Tower's Sword Vault there are magical swords left by past sages. When you enter the Sword Vault, if you are destined, the magical swords will follow you out and recognize you as their master. My Sword Tower will never stop you."
"When your fate is exhausted, my Sword Tower will take back the spirit sword."
"If you are not destined to do so, please do not force it. I know that some of you are born with supernatural powers and can pull out the spirit sword by force."
"If this angers the Spirit Swords and any accidents occur, the Sword Tower will not be responsible."
A group of sword practitioners praised the righteousness of the Sword Tower. Even if other sword sects had spiritual swords, they would rather destroy the spiritual power of the swords than give them to outsiders for use.
"Since you have no objection, then please follow me."
The owner of the tower walked in front and led everyone into the bottom of the sword tower.
All the sword cultivators were very nervous, because whether a spirit sword recognized its master depended on fate, and had nothing to do with realm or talent. There were many examples of this in history: an ordinary cultivator was recognized as the master by a spirit sword of great origin, and from then on became an ordinary sword cultivator.
The sword library is a huge cavity, as if someone had used a sword to carve out a space under the sword tower. It is quite primitive without any decoration. There is only a top-quality night-shining pearl on the top, which has been shining for ten thousand years and provides light for the sword library.
Various spiritual swords are randomly inserted in the sword library, some are on the ground, and some are on the wall. It is not that the Sword Tower does not care about the spiritual swords, but that these spiritual swords like to be arranged like this.
“I don’t know how many spirit swords will recognize their master this time.” said an elder.
The owner of the building nearby said, "Maybe there isn't even one."
"Ah? Why?" the elder was puzzled.
The owner of the building looked at Mingtai who walked into the sword storehouse and said faintly: "Don't forget Mingtai's identity, the supreme sword, the eldest brother of all spirit swords. The sword storehouse is no different from his harem to him."
(End of this chapter)