The Eternal Soaring Sword

Book 2, Chapter 2 - Entering the pavilion

An arrogant voice suddenly interrupted the young man's complaint. “Good dog should not get in the way, stop embarrassing yourself. Since you are unable to enter the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, then scram all the way. Don't block this master's path. ” 

In the square, a group of people with powerful auras appeared among the crowd. Three large black horses with no trace of disheveled hair pulled the golden silk wooden carriage with gold decoration. The curtains of the chariot were embroidered with gold and silver. After that was a group of armed guards who all had extraordinary killing intent.

At this moment, a robed young man with a powerful-looking sword behind his back stood on top of the carriage and shouted at the young man, with a face full of disdain. His face was rather childish, but it contained a hint of cruelty that was not suitable for a child his age.

A pair of cold eyes stared at the cyan-robed young man. He had a strong look at such a young age. The noisy crowd calmed down as they began to measure this young man up.

There were many people who had come to join the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, and there was no shortage of people from prominent families. However, seeing how the young man was dressed, they were all secretly shocked. Even the man wearing armor behind him let out a fluctuation of spirit power. They are all cultivators!

At this moment, many young girls were staring at the white-robed young man with shining gazes. Those with similar backgrounds looked at him with disdain, jealousy, or disgust. Just like humans, there was no lack of such emotions in the cultivation world. As for those who came from worse families or those who had stepped into the cultivation world due to luck, they simply watched without revealing anything.

After hearing the white-clothed youth say those embarrassing words, the angry young man's face suddenly stiffened. When he suddenly saw the young man and all the men in armor behind the young man, ready to act, it was as if he had found an opening to vent all his anger. He immediately swallowed back his words.

He solemnly lowered his head and his face was slightly red. He had humiliated himself in front of many people. There were also many people shouting at him, but he did not dare to say a word. He quickly fled from the front of the building.

Seeing the young man leave in a pitiful manner, the white-clothed youth could only slightly raise his head proudly and snort coldly. Then he jumped up and landed on the square. He walked towards the building with his hands behind his back.

The young man in white seemed to enjoy this sense of superiority, as well as a look of adoration. He quickly walked into the building, bowed gently, and deliberately shouted, "Junior Bai Zimo, I came specially to join the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect."

His voice spread throughout the square with spirit power, causing everyone to remember the name "Bai Zimo" for various reasons.

Building roof.

A middle-aged man wearing black hemp clothes and a jade-faced young man wearing a yellow sword robe both looked into the distance with his hands behind their backs as they enjoyed the wind blowing into the face they're.

“Self Defense, see this. Has our Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect really fallen this far? There are no good students here. Forget talent, only their heart and personality are too bad.” The yellow sword-robed youth sighed. There was some anger in his eyes, as well as a hidden sense of worry.

“Wu Tianshan, how long has it been since you entered the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect? Why is your personality still so unstable? The luck of a sect moved in a cycle; it was a very natural thing. In the past, our Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect was only a third-rate sect. Then the sect ancestor suddenly gained enlightenment and created the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Art, making a huge breakthrough. This pushes our sect upwards, the leader among the other sects. Even though we have fallen, why care so much about it? If you have time, it is better that you use it to cultivate.”

The middle-aged man in black spoke softly and continued to look into the distance without any change in his eyes. There were no fluctuations in spirit power coming from his body at all, but for the yellow sword-robed youth to call him "Self-Self-Garden," he was not as simple as he seemed.

“Only I'm reluctant. Back in the past, our Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect was at its peak, but now it only obtained this type of trash, and the number continues to decrease. ” The young man named Wu Tianshan coldly glanced at the young man in the square below.

“Since the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect has fallen in the past few decades, Yue Hua Academy has recruited many disciples. They are ambitious and want to take the position we have in the past. And this year, they have made a lot of moves, but we can't do anything to answer them. There were no good talents among the recent generation of disciples, and it was difficult to continue to endure. After we return, I need to talk to the teacher about some precautions. Otherwise, this vicious circle will continue and our Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect will completely fade from the minds of the people.”

The middle-aged man in black finally showed a hint of emotion in his eyes, but he still looked into the distance. He did not see the young man below at all.

Wu Tianshan sighed in his heart. He did not know which of the forces this year could enter the inner sect, which one would rise like a star. Currently, the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect did not lack resources, all they did not have was talent and time.

A gentle wind blew, causing Wu Tianshan to become aware of his heavy mood. He sighed and could not help feeling that time would not wait for him. Then he pursed his lips and his eyes were filled with determination. If the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect really reached that step, even if he had to risk his life, he would support the sect and live or die with it!

In the square downstairs.

In the square, the young men were accompanied by their families, waiting for news of the reception. They all talked to people and got to know each other to make friends after joining the sect. They themselves are mostly with poor family conditions and come to try their luck.

More and more people gathered in the square. Most are families who accompany their children. Zhao Jiuge watched the several groups of people who had come no less festively than Bai Zimo. Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge's heart burned with passion. He had never seen anything like this before, and this made him even more determined.

The people in the square did not know that every single movement, smile, and bad demeanor they did were all seen by the two people on the roof.

After listening for a while, Zhao Jiuge did not hear any useful news. He looked at the crowd and took a deep breath. He stood up and walked towards the building. Whether he should stay or not all depends on this moment.

Climbing the stairs, Zhao Jiuge only felt his heart thump. The two disciples of the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect who were wearing blue robes with silver swords embroidered on their robes saw Zhao Jiuge walking over. Their sharp gazes observed Zhao Jiuge from head to toe, absorbing every detail.

His young face and his clean black robe covering his thin body gave people a good feeling. Since reaching the Spirit Transformation Realm, the influence of the Sanskrit Heart Sutra was visible, and Zhao Jiuge's appearance had a more spiritual feeling.

After observing Zhao Jiuge for a bit, the two disciples were able to determine his age estimate and gently nodded as Zhao Jiuge nervously looked at them. Zhao Jiuge sighed and, with an excited mood, walked through the door and entered the building. Inside was a large hall, and Zhao Jiuge curiously looked around.

His first impression was that it looked and smelled antique; it was not fancy at all.

Inside the hall, there were over a dozen disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect who wore blue sword robes. They talked one-on-one with boys and girls the age of Zhao Jiuge. They all had some fluctuations in spirit power, but they were not strong.

The surrounding walls had paintings hanging on them, and they looked extremely sloppy. Zhao Jiuge could not understand it, but he could sense that every word contained an extremely powerful sword intent. Each of his punches was sharp, and this greatly shocked Zhao Jiuge.

Then he discovered that there was a middle-aged man in the hall, but at the end of his blue robe were three small silver swords. After pondering for a while, Zhao Jiuge thought of something and began to twist his spirit power, releasing an aura that was stronger than the auras of the other boys and girls here.

Eh?

Sensing the change in the hall, not only were the boys and girls looking up, even the middle-aged man with three silver swords in his handcuffs was shocked. Then his gaze also followed and he began to observe Zhao Jiuge. His eyes widened slightly before standing upright and walking towards Zhao Jiuge with pursed lips.

The middle-aged man was getting closer and closer, making Zhao Jiuge even more nervous. He finally arrived in front of Zhao Jiuge, and his somewhat dark face continued to observe Zhao Jiuge. After which, his short beard trembled before he showed a friendly smile. "Have you come to join the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect today?"

“Uhuh, yes, Senior. Junior's name is Zhao Jiuge.” Zhao Jiuge panicked and sincerely nodded. His words are respectful.

The middle-aged man gently nodded and then let out a sound through his nose. Then he suddenly grabbed Zhao Jiuge's left hand and pinched his bone. After which, he slowly said, “Go to the third floor to rest until it is time to go to the sect. Save your energy. After all, the trial to enter the sect was not easy.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and headed to another part of the hall. Only after he examined Zhao Jiuge's bones to confirm Zhao Jiuge's age could the middle-aged man let Zhao Jiuge climb upstairs.

Zhao Jiuge was shocked. He did not know why he had to go to the third floor. He looked around and found the stairs in the corner. He walked up the stairs with doubt and nervousness in his heart.

As the middle-aged man's words echoed, the dozen people watching Zhao Jiuge were shocked. They did not understand why Zhao Jiuge could go to the third floor, but they were sure that this kind of treatment was good.

Not until Zhao Jiuge's figure disappeared from the stairs did everyone attract their envious gazes. They each concentrated on the disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect in front of them.