In the Garden of Zhou, the ten thousand swords had soared through the air to assist Chen Changsheng in beheading the Golden-winged Great Peng and exposing Black Robe's scheme. This was because they wanted to leave that plain where the sun would never set, to return to their homeland.
Chen Changsheng had made a promise to these swords, so he naturally would not go back on his word. As a result, upon returning to the capital, even though he was somewhat reluctant, he still immediately reported the matter of the Sword Pool to the Pope.
This news temporarily did not spread among the populace, but after the Li Palace notified the various parts of the continent, it was no longer a secret. This morning, Chen Changsheng had surpassed cultivation levels to defeat the Star Condensation cultivator Zhou Ziheng, causing many people to begin to suspect that besides those famed swords of the past, he might have had some other fortuitous encounter in the Sword Pool. Otherwise, with just Su Li's guidance, how could his swordplay have progressed so quickly?
Chen Changsheng did not care how much shock the news of the Sword Pool's appearance would cause in the continent, nor did he care how the gazes of others would change. He only felt that this matter was rather troublesome.
Two nights ago, the Li Palace had sent him an extremely long list of names. Many sects and sects had expressed their sincere gratitude to the Li Palace and Chen Changsheng. At the same time, they had attached relevant proofs, requesting the Li Palace to return the swords of their ancestors. This list was very long, and the sword at the top was unquestionably the temple sword of Holy Maiden Peak. Behind it were many divine weapons of once illustrious fame. Chen Changsheng reorganized the swords in his sheath according to the list. He realized that although the list was long, it was still an extremely small portion of the famed swords of the Sword Pool. From this, it could be seen that those experts and sects that had once shaken the continent could no longer find their legacies in this world.
If one viewed this matter from the perspective of history, one would undoubtedly feel a tinge of sorrow hidden behind it. It was very easy for one to sigh over the impermanence of the affairs of the world, but to him and the Orthodox Academy, this was naturally a good thing. Of the famed swords that had left the Garden of Zhou with him, there were at least seven thousand that could no longer be found. In other words, he was now the master of these swords.
A crisp sound of impact rang out, and an old sword with spots of rust appeared on the floor of the library.
Then, the crisp sound of metal colliding rang out. In just a short while, the originally spacious library was filled with all kinds of swords. There were so many swords, and they were so heavy together that even the floor of the library sank slightly, as if it would not be able to bear the weight.
Zhexiu opened his eyes, looked over, and then found it impossible to close them again.
Under the dim light, a small mountain of swords appeared in the library.
He only wanted one sword from the Sword Pool, but Chen Chang Sheng brought the entire Sword Pool back.
Tang Thirty Six looked at the sword mountain, then looked at Chen Chang Sheng, and then looked at the sword mountain again. His mouth was wide open and he couldn't close it for a while.
He had heard Chen Changsheng talk about how he had discovered the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou and how he had joined hands with the ten thousand swords to fight against the enemy, but when he truly saw these swords, he had a completely different feeling.
Not even the wealthy Wenshui Tangs could see such a sight.
He suddenly felt that although Chen Chang Sheng had lost a lot of money and treasures in the Garden of Zhou, he had still profited greatly from this business.
Hearing the noise, Xuanyuan Po also arrived at the library. In his hand was a filthy dishtowel.
With a clap, the dishtowel that was even larger than an ordinary apron fell to the floor, creating a splash.
Chen Chang Sheng glanced at it and said, "I've said it many times, the dishtowel has to be changed frequently."
At this moment, Xuanyuan Po could not hear what he was saying. His entire body was like a little bear climbing a tree, howling as he charged at the mountain of swords.
The mountain of swords did not collapse under the impact of his thick body, because he suddenly remembered that this was Chen Chang Sheng's. At the last moment, he stopped and turned his head to look at Chen Chang Sheng. He did not say anything, but his watery eyes made him seem extremely innocent and pitiful.
"You want it?" Chen Chang Sheng asked.
Xuanyuan Po nodded his head. Because his speed was too fast and his head was too big, a small breeze blew through the dark library.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Choose for yourself."
Xuanyuan Po gave a happy cry. He extended his hand and grabbed the hilt of a sword on the mountain of swords, then forcefully pulled it out.
The sound of metal scraping against metal reverberated in the quiet library.
It was a pitch-black metal sword. It did not have any edge and was extremely thick, looking more like a metal club.
Xuanyuan Po stared blankly. He discovered that the weight and feel of this metal sword was extremely compatible with his own strength. He even felt that this sword was originally meant for him to use.
It had to be said that there really might be some sort of indescribable and mysterious connection between sword and person, or perhaps fate. It was like those invisible threads of fate that no one could ever see in the starry sky.
The sword that Xuanyuan Po had casually pulled out was a heavy sword made of black iron. It was as heavy as a mountain and as mighty as the sea, hence its name: Mountain Sea Sword.
The previous owner of this heavy sword was an expert called Xi Ke. It was said that this expert possessed the bloodline of the White Emperor and had never lost in his life, until he was defeated by Zhou Du Fu in the Garden of Zhou. In the end, he died at the hands of a nameless person.
Chen Chang Sheng did not think that Xuanyuan Po would take this sword.
The Mountain Sea Sword was one of the most complete swords in the Sword Pool, second only to the temple sword. Moreover, because of the rumor that Xi Ke possessed the bloodline of the White Emperor, after the Li Palace confirmed that Xi Ke no longer had a legacy, he had already decided to leave the Mountain Sea Sword to Luoluo. But at this moment, looking at Xuanyuan Po who was unable to contain his joy, and thinking that the scene of Luoluo holding a large metal club and randomly smashing it was truly too beautiful, he did not say anything.
Tang Thirty-Six had something to say.
"This is the Mountain Sea Sword. Although its blade has clearly been chopped off by Zhou Du Fu's Halving Blade, since it has reappeared, it will definitely be able to enter the Tier of Legendary Weapons."
A heavily damaged old sword, as long as it reappeared, would definitely be able to enter the Tier of Legendary Weapons?
Tang Thirty-Six did not exaggerate. It must be known that if the famous swords in history were to be ranked, no matter how they were ranked, the Mountain Sea Sword would definitely be ranked in the top ten.
Xuanyuan Po felt that something was wrong. Like a child hugging a toy, he tightly hugged the Mountain Sea Sword and vigilantly stared at Tang Thirty-Six. He said, "What do you want to say? No matter what you say, I won't be tricked by you cunning humans! "
Tang Thirty-Six mocked, "Chen Chang Sheng is also a human, why aren't you afraid of being tricked by him? You even have the nerve to accept his sword?"
Xuanyuan Po did not know how to respond. After a long while, he finally said, "He is my grandmaster, how can he be compared to normal people? Of course I dare to accept something my grandmaster gives me."
Tang Thirty-Six sneered, "Normally you never acknowledge it, but now, for this broken sword, you're willing to be a grandson. If anyone says that your bear tribe is simple and honest, I'll get angry with them."
How could Xuanyuan Po win against him? He angrily stopped talking, only hugging the Mountain Sea Sword a bit tighter.
"What do you want to say?" Chen Chang Sheng asked.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "A baby, carrying a precious treasure, walking through the streets. What problem do you think there will be?"
Chen Chang Sheng followed his line of sight and looked over. Xuanyuan Po's body was as thick as a small mountain. The originally extremely heavy and huge Mountain Sea Sword did not seem out of place in his embrace.
But Tang Thirty-Six was right, in this dangerous human world, Xuanyuan Po was a baby, a bear cub.
Currently, he was the principal of the Tradition Academy and the Pope's appointed successor. Therefore, even though they clearly knew that he carried a precious treasure, other than a few people, no one dared to do anything against him.
But Xuanyuan Po was different. No matter if it was the Tradition or White Emperor City, they would not make a big fuss over a normal yao youth.
"If he really was a bear cub, I wouldn't care about his life or death. The problem is, this kid's recent performance is not bad." Tang Thirty-Six said, "How about this, I'll keep this Mountain Sea Sword for you. When you can defeat me and prove that you have the ability and qualification to wield a godly weapon, I'll return this sword to you."
When he said this, he looked at Xuanyuan Po. His expression was very natural and his tone was very casual.
Xuanyuan Po was almost fooled, but after seeing the smile on Chen Chang Sheng's lips, he came back to his senses and angrily growled twice. Tang Thirty-Six's little trick was seen through, but he was not angry. He stood up with a smile and took out a paper fan from somewhere. He waved it and said, "What I said is the truth. If you hold the Mountain Sea Sword and wander around outside everyday, sooner or later, you'll be beaten by someone with a stick."
Xuanyuan Po's expression kept changing. He knew that what Tang Thirty-Six said was true, but how could he bear to give the Mountain Sea Sword to Tang Thirty-Six for safekeeping? It would be better to give it to Chen Chang Sheng.
"I won't give it to you, but I won't let others know either."
Xuanyuan Po held the Mountain Sea Sword and left the library. Not long after, he returned and the Mountain Sea Sword was already gone.
"Where did you hide it?" Chen Chang Sheng was really curious.
Xuanyuan Po did not hide it from them and said, "In the firewood pile in the kitchen."
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it and said, "Not bad. Even if others see it, they'll probably think it's a fire stick."
After all, Tang Thirty-Six was not a child of a normal family. The Wen Shui Sword by his side was not inferior to the famous swords of the Sword Pool. Now that he realized that he could not get his hands on the Mountain Sea Sword, the only thing he was interested in, he lost interest. Listening to the conversation between Xuanyuan Po and Chen Chang Sheng, he suddenly thought of a very interesting possibility, "Say, in the future, a few thousand years later, will someone discover the secret of this iron sword in the firewood pile of the Tradition Academy and comprehend the Way of the Sword and become a peerless expert?"
Xuanyuan Po thought to himself, "I haven't become a peerless expert yet. Moreover, after I return to my tribe, will I still leave this sword in the Tradition Academy?"
Chen Chang Sheng thought to himself, "This is indeed very interesting. It's very similar to some stories in books. The problem is, after a few thousand years, people like us will no longer exist. How will we know what will happen next?"
The more Tang Thirty-Six thought about it, the more interesting he felt. His eyes became unusually bright.
"One sword isn't interesting enough. We have to hide a few more swords in the Tradition Academy. No, dozens or even hundreds of swords. Hide a few in the rocks beside the lake, a few in the tree holes, a few at the bottom of the lake, a few in the pillars of the library. Oh, right, isn't there a big bird's nest on top of the big banyan tree? … Tsk tsk, say, the future students of the Tradition Academy will discover a peerless famous sword in a place every few decades. That scene … "
The more he talked, the more excited he got. Chen Chang Sheng, on the other hand, felt more helpless. He thought to himself, "Forget about the fish in the lake, how did the birds in the tree offend you?"
Tang Thirty-Six did what he said. He walked towards the Sword Mountain and prepared to pick some old swords that were too damaged and hide them in the Tradition Academy.
He even thought about the location of those hidden swords. He wouldn't tell anyone, not even Chen Chang Sheng. This way, it would be more interesting to find them in the future.
At this moment, Zhexiu's voice rang out.
His voice was a little weak, but also a little mocking.
"Didn't you say I should pick a sword? Why do I feel like this matter has nothing to do with me? "
Chen Chang Sheng and the other two finally realized that Zhexiu had not said a single word from start to finish.
To be more precise, the three of them had been so engrossed in their conversation that they had long since forgotten about the main character.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Tang Thirty Six sighed again.
"Something like a sense of existence is truly very mystical. You're clearly the most savage of us, but now you're in such a miserable state, and yet …"
Chen Chang Sheng saw Zhexiu's expression and hurriedly stopped Tang Thirty-Six from continuing. He cautiously asked, "Which sword do you want?"
Zhexiu raised his arm and pointed at a certain place in the Sword Mountain.
Because his injuries were too severe, his movements were rather difficult and slow, but they were very firm.
Chen Chang Sheng and the other two followed his finger and looked over. Their expressions subtly changed.
"You're sure you want this one?"
"Yes."
"But … the origin of that sword … in the future, it might provoke some discussion."
"Since Zhou Tong says that I'm a demon spy, then I naturally want to use a demon sword."
The sword that Zhexiu wanted was already old and slightly damaged, but its surface was still suffused with an extremely profound demonic Qi and the smell of blood.
It was the Demon Commander's Banner Sword.
… …
… …
(This sort of scene and story is the greatest motivation for me to write 'Chronicles of Choosing Heaven'. I like writing these things.)
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