The Inherited Sword Competition began.
The first one to stand out was a sword-washing disciple named Chen Lin.
Chen Lin had been an inner sect disciple for seven years, and he had successfully obtained a sword five years ago. But it wasn't until this year that he finally reached the State of Perfect Preservation, and was qualified to participate in the Inherited Sword Competition.
Years of cultivation and waiting had given him a calmness that didn't match his age. He didn't care about the surrounding gazes and the pressure of being the first one to perform, and focused on his performance.
A cold sword light left his sleeve, leaving a clear mark on the stone wall where the water was dripping, and then turned back.
Before the flying sword could get close to him, he leapt onto the sword lightly, and started to ride it back and forth between the cliffs, showing that he was very familiar with it.
It was quiet on the cliff.
The stone platform on the high cliff was surrounded by clouds and fog. The messenger of the Platanus Sect, the guests from Ōzawa, the representatives of Zhaoge City, the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple, Shui Yue Nunnery, who had always been on good terms with the Aoyama Sect, and a few representatives of the sword sects were sitting in their respective seats, keeping silent and not saying a word.
This was the first time that the Mirror Sect had sent a representative to watch the Inherited Sword Competition of the Aoyama Sect. The messenger didn't have much experience, so he didn't notice the silence on the cliff. Seeing the disciple named Chen Lin riding his flying sword skillfully and flying back and forth between the peaks, he couldn't help but admire him and applaud him.
Chen Lin landed back on the rocks in the stream.
Elder He of Shiyue Peak, who was in charge of the Inherited Sword Competition, looked at him and asked emotionlessly, "Which peak do you want to inherit the sword from?"
Chen Lin's expression finally became nervous, and he said in a slightly dry voice, "This disciple doesn't have the ability to choose."
As he spoke, he looked at the place where the masters of the peaks gathered, with hope and uneasiness in his eyes.
At the Inherited Sword Competition, each master of the nine peaks could only choose one disciple to inherit the sword, and the number was limited, so they had to be very cautious.
Chen Lin knew that his Cultivation state wasn't outstanding among his peers, so he didn't expect to be fought over by the peaks, and only hoped that one peak would choose him.
No sound came from the cliff, and it was still quiet.
As time went by, the silence turned into awkwardness.
By the stream, the disciples who weren't qualified to participate in the Inherited Sword Competition looked at him with pity.
Junior Sister Yushan turned her face away, too nervous to look.
Amidst the deathly silence, Chen Lin maintained her calm on the surface. She raised her head with unimaginable determination, like a criminal awaiting her final sentence.
He knew that if he lowered his head or appeared to be a little depressed at this time, his teachers might think that his Sword Heart was unstable.
Then he really had to wait for another three years.
The Mirror Sect emissary also felt very awkward. He looked at the surrounding guests and felt that his hands, which had just applauded, had no place to put them. He really couldn't understand. This disciple was so talented, he should be the focus of training in the Mirror Sect, but in the Aoyama Sect … no one wanted him?
Finally, a voice came from the cliff.
After some discussion, Yunxing Peak decided to accept Chen Lin, probably thinking that they couldn't compete with the other peaks for the next few key candidates.
"Are you willing to learn the Old Bird Sword Technique from Elder Cheng?"
Chen Lin was overjoyed and said with a trembling voice, "Disciple is willing!"
After saying this, he hurriedly rode his sword up to a certain spot in the cliff, and stood together with his fellow disciples of the Yunxing Peak.
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The disciples came out one after another to show their Cultivation states and sword styles.
These inner sect disciples who had been cultivating by the Sword-Washing Stream for many years had all reached the State of Perfect Preservation, and two or three of them had even reached the State of Inherited Will. They could ride their swords freely and fly among the peaks like birds, and they were even more adept at using the sword. The flying swords rotated and weaved into many light screens, so that even the waterfall couldn't enter within ten steps of them.
Ji Yuanliang, Sikong Yimin, Qi Feiying, these names that had appeared many times in the notes of the peaks were also selected after some debate.
It was very quiet on the cliff. Having learned his lesson, the Mirror Sect emissary didn't express his opinion easily. He glanced at the stone platform in the deep end of the clouds once in a while, wondering if the Sect Master of the Aoyama Sect had come in person, or if he was also cultivating that mysterious magic method like his master, Taiping Zhenren, just like the rumors said.
The Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple, who came to watch the ceremony, moved the prayer beads in his hands slowly with his eyes closed.
The female disciples of Shui Yue Nunnery and those of Qingrong Peak gathered together. They were familiar with each other, and they were talking in a low voice, their laughter sounding like silver bells from time to time.
"It's really boring."
The guests of the Platanus Sect sat on the stone platform on the west cliff.
A young girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old stared at the flowing water in the cracks of the stone under her feet, feeling a bit sore in her eyes.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned, the little bells on her lovely earlobes making a crisp sound.
The two little bells had a silvery luster. Was this young girl a Silver-Bell Messenger with a high status?
"What do you know?"
A young woman rubbed her head affectionately, saying, "The Aoyama Sect is a major sword sect. The sword performance looks boring, but it's actually not that simple."
"The problem is that it's too boring. One sword over, another sword over; there's nothing interesting about it."
The young girl of the Platanus Sect pouted and said, "I wouldn't have come if I had known it would be so boring."
Suddenly, a sound came from the bottom of the cliff. She stood up and took a look. She found the crowd was a bit chaotic, so she couldn't help but feel interested. Looking at the thin youth walking to the middle of the stream, she said, "Senior Master, look! Isn't he the one with natural Dao quality you pointed out to me earlier? "
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Liu Shisui came to the middle of the stream.
A series of exclamations broke out on both sides of the cliff.
There was a commotion in the middle of the cliff, and countless gazes were fixed on him.
On the high cliff, the Principal Justice of the Guocheng Temple opened his eyes, the guests from Ōzawa stood up, and the messengers of the Mirror Sect came to the cliff's edge earlier, looking down.
The guests showed great interest in Liu Shisui, or in other words, they were curious about him.
The Cultivation circle knew that Liu Shisui was a person with natural Dao quality, and he was the third person with natural Dao quality in the Aoyama Sect in the last ten years.
A person with natural Dao quality was a one-in-a-million genius in Cultivation. It was considered lucky for a regular sect to meet one in a hundred years. The luck of the Aoyama Sect was really enviable.
Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue came from the West Ocean and Zhaoge City respectively. Their family backgrounds were extraordinary, and they had many dealings with the Cultivation circle, so they were easy to find. But it was said that this Liu Shisui had lived in a remote village since he was a child, and he had never had any contact with Cultivation before entering the sect. How did the Aoyama Sect find him?
Looking at the youth standing on the stream, the feelings of the sects were complicated.
Liu Shisui wasn't affected at all. He stood on the rock in the stream, and wielded his sword in a simple manner.
The flying sword broke through the air, without any residual shadow or sword light. It seemed that it had arrived at the stone wall one hundred feet away in an instant.
It was so quiet that not even a ripple could be seen in the flowing water, but a round and thin hole appeared on the stone wall.
The seemingly ordinary scene drew a few surprised gasps from the cliff.
Liu Shisui put two fingers on his left hand together, displaying the most common sword formula in the Book of Swordplay. The flying sword flew back from the stone wall.
He seemed to casually take a step towards the stream and landed on the sword. Then, he flew up with the sword. The flying sword dragged a residual shadow behind it and suddenly sped up, turning into a clear light. In a few breaths, it had already flown out of the cliff peak, breaking through the clouds with a somewhat ear-piercing whistle.
People looked up and saw that he had become a black dot in the sky, which had long surpassed the height of the nine peaks.
After a while, Liu Shisui returned on his sword. He didn't blush, and his breathing was calm. He bowed in silence, as if he hadn't done anything.
It was quiet among the cliffs, and then cheers suddenly broke out.
"Good! Good! Good! "
Liu Shisui's flying sword looked simple, but it was actually very steady, without any unnecessary moves. It was the style of swordsmanship pursued by the Aoyama Sect.
Even though his state was still low, a fourteen-year-old youth could perform so well, and even had the style of a master. How could people not admire him?
"Is this the natural Taoist quality?"
The girl from the Platanus Sect murmured.
She was already a Silver Bell Messenger at such a young age. Her background was naturally extraordinary, and her talent and vision were not bad either. She knew that Liu Shisui's seemingly simple performance was actually not simple. However, for someone like her who loved to watch, she still felt that it wasn't exciting enough.
In the next moment, her eyes lit up, and she was refreshed.
A calm-looking young disciple walked to the rock in the stream and stood opposite to Liu Shisui.
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