The Eternal Soaring Sword

Book 2, Chapter 7 - Angry at Your Nature

At this moment, the slightly depressed Zhao Jiuge almost wanted to laugh when he saw Wang Baiwan's cute gesture. This greatly helped ease his tension, but there were still many people who were shocked. They even retreated from the cliff and wanted to leave this place.

Finally, after others fell down and let out a miserable scream, it shattered the mentality of some youths. One person panicked and ran down the mountain, and with one person taking the lead, dozens followed.

Before Liu Yinger got close, her fragrance had already flowed profusely. He walked over and shouted softly, "Zhao Jiuge, Luo Xie, let's go." 

Zhao Jiuge nodded in agreement and was about to walk with Liu Yinger, but Luo Xie was not with them. His depraved expression was long gone and his face was deathly pale. He quibbled and refused to take a step until Zhao Jiuge and Liu Yinger looked back with doubtful gazes. Luo Xie finally followed them.

Seeing Luo Xie like this, Zhao Jiuge had guessed the situation. He had not expected the depraved Luo Xie to be so timid. He had originally thought Wang Baiwan would be the most timid, but now the two had switched.

The miserable cries of the people falling from the cliff vaguely came from the distance, causing Luo Xie's legs to tremble even more, but he still walked smoothly forward. Liu Yinger giggled as she looked at Luo Xie, who looked like he was walking towards his death. After Luo Xie disappeared from sight, his smile disappeared.

He was very serious and tense. After all, there is only one life. However, if he did not advance, he would feel regret. A gust of fragrant wind blew and Liu Yinger stepped forward into the chain. Just when he disappeared, Zhao Jiuge withdrew his gaze.

Seeing the people he knew to come forward, Zhao Jiuge prepared his mind to enter the examination. Only half of the people are left. Some people wanted to pursue cultivation, while others fled. Now the cliff is much quieter.

Zhao Jiuge did not laugh or feel disgust towards those who fled. Everyone has different priorities, and there is no point in worrying about others. He just needs to do what he wants to do. A cold mountain wind blew on his body. Although his body had been strengthened by the Sanskrit Divine Body, he could not help but feel a chill as he looked up at the night sky.

A sense of tenderness surged in Zhao Jiuge's heart. Unknowingly, beside the cold and noble figure of Bo Re, the cute and cute figure of Su Su had appeared. At this moment, he had no idea what they were doing. Was Su Su Su's emotions still the same as before? Did the two of them see this vast sky like him?

Under the clear night sky, he was extremely small, but this would not stop his pursuit of strength. The softness in his eyes was gradually replaced with determination. He took a deep breath and let out a mouthful of dirty air. Without hesitation, he took a huge step towards the edge of the cliff. The momentum it brought attracted the attention of several people.

But Zhao Jiuge doesn't care about all this—he's really focused on stepping into the chain!

He adjusted his condition to its peak and his eyes were closed. When he opened his eyes, his right foot stepped on the floating chain. Although the chain looks thick, but not felt when his feet stepped on it. It felt like his entire body was hanging, but after putting one foot on it, Zhao Jiuge was a little more certain.

His pursed lips slowly relaxed and his entire tensed face relaxed. Once he stabilized his center of gravity, his left foot also stepped on the chain.

The chain let out a sound as it swung, and this made Zhao Jiuge so frightened that cold sweat came out. He immediately calmed his mind and opened his hands to maintain his balance, then he walked on the chain. Soon, he disappeared into the night.

As he walked forward, the cold sweat that appeared on his back gradually dried up. He could not see far because of the white mist, and after walking for a while, he did not see the end in sight. He also did not see anyone before him. This endless loneliness, combined with the cold wind, made Zhao Jiuge feel even more uncertain.

He did not know that the first trial of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect was a test of courage. There was no lack of danger on the path of cultivation, and where there was danger, there were opportunities. If a disciple does not even have the courage to try, then there is no need to talk about cultivating — it is okay not to take these disciples.

Yue Hua Academy and the Ten Thousand Dao Sect received almost all disciples. Their number could reach tens of thousands of people. How could they compare to the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, where even if you added all three factions, there were only a few thousand people? Moreover, another reason why the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect had declined was because the other holy lands were very concerned about talent. The better his talent, the better treatment they would get. Also, when they recruited a large number of disciples, there would naturally be some hidden gems among them.

On the other hand, the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect was concerned with the step-by-step process. They do not see talent, but train the heart and character of a disciple. Even though the sect had declined and this generation was not as strong as before, every sect disciple would have a strong foundation.

In fact, as long as they were willing to take the first step, even if they fell off a cliff, it would be considered a pass. There was also no life-threatening danger as the three instructors and dozens of disciples were all waiting under the cliff. This seemingly simple trial almost eliminated people. This was also only the trial of the Mysterious Heaven Peak Faction.

The cold wind surged.

His clothes fluttered in the wind.

His legs had long since stiffened and he no longer dared to pedal spirit power. Previously, he used spirit power to withstand the cold, but as time went on, he realized that his spirit power was getting drained faster. He could not see the end ahead, so he decided not to use spirit power and rely on his diligence.

The cold wind continued to blow, but it did not affect Zhao Jiuge's willpower. He clenched his teeth and his face was rather fierce as he fought against the harsh environment and the chains under his feet. Zhao Jiuge was unaware that this journey between life and death had caused his heart to undergo a metamorphosis. It would lay a solid foundation for the long road ahead of him.

The chain forms a half circle. At this moment, Zhao Jiuge felt like the cold wind was not so harsh anymore and the chill seemed to gradually dissipate, revealing the surroundings around and beneath him. The moon and stars shone in the clear sky, revealing a sea of trees. The leaves rippled in the wind and looked like ocean waves.

The other two sides were like endless abyss. Any ordinary person who looked down would be frightened.

The endless sky was filled with bright stars. He had never seen a scene like this growing up in the village. At this moment, he felt his entire heart open, and a sense of pride mastered it.

His stiff and numb legs became stronger. He looked at the chains tilted upwards and could not help but cheer as he should have been close to the end. With hope, his entire body became energetic. 

His breathing was rough, and due to the temperature, it created a cold cloud in front of his face. Because of himself being too imposing on his body, even his breathing sounded like a box of wind. The mountains were extremely humid, causing his handsome face to be somewhat cold. Despite the cold, the mountains were filled with spiritual energy. Although he was not cultivating, cultivating his Spirit Transformation Realm allowed his body to absorb spiritual energy through his skin subconsciously. It was slower than a moving snail, but Zhao Jiuge suddenly found his spirit power growing. He thought about how after the ordeal, he would finally have a place to cultivate peacefully. 

He would cultivate the second golden dragon for the Sanskrit Divine Body, as well as the legendary sword techniques of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. Just thinking about this alone made Zhao Jiuge's heart burn with passion. His steps became lighter as he walked faster to reach the end.

He faintly heard the words from ahead. As he approached, he saw a figure in front of him. Zhao Jiuge looked at the fat body of Wang Baiwan, who was bragging about his own heroism. She had returned to her old self, jolly.

When Zhao Jiuge saw that there were only a few tens of meters away, he completely relaxed. His legs began to move faster, until the last ten meters, where he started running. Then he jumped and landed on the ground.

Sensing the steadiness of the earth, Zhao Jiuge breathed out the last breath he could endure. The feeling of drifting disappeared and he was panting.

His hands rested on his knees and his back flexed as he managed to catch his breath. He looked at the end of the chain.

"Zhao Jiuge, you're here too." Wang Baiwan was still happily speaking when he saw Zhao Jiuge arrive. His face was filled with excitement and the fat on his body trembled.

Even the crowd was observing Zhao Jiuge. They wanted to know who the newcomer was.

Zhao Jiuge was still panting as he let out a voice and nodded. Then he used the remaining bit of strength to look at the people here.

Other than Wang Baiwan, Liu Yinger, and Bai Zimo, he discovered that the charming girls and other quite attractive figures were all standing here.

There were also some rather strange faces, but there was no Luo Xie! The thought of how the depraved youth fell off the chain in his best years caused the excitement Zhao Jiuge had as passing through the chain was replaced with gloom.

He was suddenly in no mood to speak up and lament the cruelty of nature.