The Eternal Soaring Sword

Book 2, Chapter 4 - Gathering outside

Since Mu Zijun's arrival, Liu Yinger spoke more and her smile grew even sweeter. Seeing this, Luo Xie's depraved heart could not bear it anymore, but Zhao Jiuge noticed that while the others were paying attention, Mu Zijun was observing them. This did not match the smile on his face, which made Zhao Jiuge feel that Mu Zijun was not a simple person. 

While everyone was talking, seven or eight more people came to the third floor. What attracted the most attention was a young girl with a beautiful body wearing very revealing clothes. She has a charming face that has a lot of allure.

This made it so Luo Xie could not help but stare at her. However, the people who came later did not come to talk, they just quietly waited.

Time slowly passed, and the sounds from the square outside became increasingly silent. Slowly, the crowd outside began to disperse. Some are not eligible to enter, or are not eligible. Some laughed and some felt sad.

People who were reluctant went to other sects to try to enter, and those who were not qualified complained in the square. The sun began to set and light shone on the square, shining the joys and sorrows of everyone.

Building roof.

The ordinary-looking black-robed middle-aged man and Wu Tianshan were still standing there. They both watched the sun set rapidly.

“Martial Uncle, recruitment will be over soon. I don't know how many new disciples our Mysterious Heaven Peak faction will have. The position of the principal has always been relegated to our Mysterious Heaven Peak, but now the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect has fallen, the, Mysterious Strange Peak and Mysterious Fall Peak used this to say that it was Master who led the sect to this position. . They blame all of Master, ” Wu Tianshan said with disdain.

The black-robed middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he quietly pondered for a while. No one knows what he's thinking. After a while, he said, “When the ancestor ascended to immortality, he set the rules, leaving behind three factions that complement each other. My Mysterious Heaven Peak is the main one, whereas the other two peaks are our support. Now they are delusional and want to seize power—how is it possible?”

A moment later, the slightly narrowed eyes of the middle-aged man shone.

“I saw and there are some with pretty good bones today. After going through the tests of the outer sect, they had to enter the inner sect without much trouble. Then, with some more training, this will be the time to kill the prestige of the two factions a little.”

His words were very steady, but every word revealed his cold intentions.

However, the yellow-robed Wu Tianshan had a hint of worry on his face as he scanned the people scattered in the square. “Ah, we have a big enemy outside and we face chaos inside. Everything will depend on this group of disciples. In 10 years, the meeting of the various sects will take place. I guess it will be a turning point.”

Hall on the third floor.

As time went by, the light from the setting sun spilled through the flower patterns on the windows and entered the building.

“You've all been waiting for a long time. You should have had enough rest. Let's gather in the square outside. ” A young disciple in blue clothes suddenly appeared on the third floor. As he spoke, he shocked everyone as no one felt his presence.

Zhao Jiuge was secretly shocked and thought that if even an ordinary disciple was like this, this sect was indeed worthy of being one of the holy lands. Although he had heard that the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect had fallen, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse.

Everything he had encountered since he discovered the legacy of Ye Wuyou and inadvertently stepped onto the path of unimportant cultivation. Other than Grandfather Yang, the strongest person he had met was only at the Foundation Realm.

It had to be said that the first three realms had just laid the foundation for the Natural Foundation, and the Natural Foundation was where cultivation really began. It's like building a home—first you have to dig a hole and then lay the foundation. Only after the foundation is installed, you can build on it. The more solid the foundation, the higher you can build and the farther you can go.

Upon seeing the young disciple wearing a blue sword robe with a silver sword embroidered in his handcuffs, Zhao Jiuge thought of how he would soon become the same. He could not help but feel the blood within his body boiling with hope and excitement.

At this moment, his entire body seemed to give off a certain sort of aura.

“Finally time. I've been sitting so long that my ass would fall asleep. ” Wang Baiwan immediately stood up, and the fat on his body swayed. Zhao Jiuge looked at Wang Baiwan and then at the wooden chair. He felt bad because the chair had to withstand so much pressure.

After hearing the orders from the young disciple, the expressions of the around 20 people here changed. After speaking, the disciple descended and disappeared without a trace. Everyone seemed to have seen enough strange things to not care and went to the square one by one.

Zhao Jiuge's eyes shone and he took a deep breath before following everyone down. When he went down to the second floor, he found that it was already empty. He thought they were down in front of them.

When he stepped out the door, what Zhao Jiuge saw outside completely shocked him.

A bright golden light filled the square and formed an outline around everyone. Their shadows stretched very long. They were all standing in neat and orderly rows when they suddenly saw a few middle-aged men wearing sword robes and a dozen disciples in blue sword robes.

The noisy square gradually became silent until everyone was completely silent. Everyone quietly observed the group of middle-aged men standing there, and for a time, the entire square was extremely quiet.

The middle-aged man wearing a sword robe did not speak. Their gazes were like sharp swords sweeping back and forth through the crowd. Whenever their gaze locked onto someone, that person would feel unnatural, straighten their body, and even have difficulty breathing.

Zhao Jiuge only felt that when one of the middle-aged men looked at him, he felt an actual sword intent. It contained an unimaginable sword spirit and aura. It felt similar to when he saw the paintings on those walls, but it was not as strong as his gaze.

On the roof, the two figures were still standing there. All the youths started to stand tall, creating a young aura that began to slowly overflow from the square. The black-robed middle-aged man finally stopped looking into the distance and his gaze gently descended onto the square.

It was really quiet down there.

Then an oppressive and tense atmosphere began to form, causing everyone to unconsciously tighten every part of their body. The aura began to slowly gather, and with the sunset as its background, it was a spectacular sight.

"Hmph, they end up looking a little deserved." He snorted coldly and only glanced before he withdrew his gaze.

When Wu Tianshan saw the spectacular scene in the square, a faint smile appeared. His mind floated back to his own youth, to the day when he would join the sect. Didn't he also like them, his eyes were filled with hopes and fantasies of the future? At the same time, he had strengthened the resolve in his heart.

But as time changes, these kinds of ideals and insights will fade—they will be replaced with lost hearts. After one step, the next step will be more difficult. That was why when some cultivators were trapped, they only started to enjoy themselves. They will even do things like adultery, abuse, and all sorts of nasty things.

If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. Who wants to be evil? But the personalities of many people become crooked after it becomes clear that they can no longer progress, and this makes them do all those evil deeds. 

Thinking about this, being young was certainly good.

Looking at these young and naive faces, perhaps some of them would later enter the inner sect and become his juniors. Influenced by mood, even his worries are reduced.

"I wonder how many can enter the Mysterious Heaven Mountain Faction." Wu Tianshan's eyes were filled with hope as he excitedly looked at the figures below.

"Let destiny decide." His words were cold, short, and clear. It was as if he did not want to say another word.

Seeing his martial uncle before him, Wu Tianshan could not help but sigh. His martial uncle was a dazzling figure until 100 years ago, when an accident occurred. This martial uncle's dao partner had fallen into the scheme of an evil cultivator and died. After that day, his martial uncle's personality greatly changed, becoming much colder.

From then on, he also hated all evil cultivators and would kill those people in plain sight. From then on, the cultivation world knew a madman from the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect—the people dubbed him the Asura Mysterious Heaven.

More than ten minutes had passed, and the crowd in the square was still standing there like that. Their hearts became restless, but at the same time, no one dared to take the lead to break this silence, because the atmosphere was so strong. On the other hand, the middle-aged man also seemed to have no intention of speaking.

Things had not even begun, and the sect would already give them a show of strength?

Eventually, the words filled with might spread throughout the square.

“It takes a long time for all of you to calm down. You all want to enter the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect with this little discipline ?! ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a mustache, a square face, and slightly narrowed eyes, but he gave off a powerful aura. He stopped to look around, and when he saw no one else talking, he continued.

“Some of you may be proud, some of you wish you luck, and some are unclear about what is going on. However, I will tell you that being able to enter this building does not mean that you can become part of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, either, and being a member of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect does not mean you can enter the inner sect.to cultivate!”

This simple sentence triggered a sudden uproar in the square.