Outside the Sword Tomb.
Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.
They waited for a while. Knowing that Lin Yi wouldn't come out so soon, they began to chat since they had nothing to do.
Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair and couldn't help but sigh. "You were still a child back then. I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you would become an elder of the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain."
"Martial Uncle, you're still as elegant as ever." Nie Shanhe sighed softly. "It's just that my master has no chance to see you again."
The master Nie Shanhe mentioned was the previous elder of the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain.
The previous elder of the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain lived for 370 years.
In the end, he couldn't withstand the passage of time and passed away.
"It's okay. I'm about to go down and drink with him."
Chen Bei smiled.
Nie Shanhe was silent.
Every cultivator strives to attain immortality and prove their Dao. However, no one can achieve immortality. In the end, they will grow old.
"Martial Uncle, why is it him?"
Nie Shanhe was silent for a while and finally couldn't help but ask.
He had been holding back this question for a long time.
In his opinion, Lin Yi could comprehend the essence of the formation in a short time and pass the ten-star chess game. It could be seen that this boy had some skills. However, Nie Shanhe thought that Lin Yi lacked the firm will that cultivators should have. He only had the ability to comprehend and couldn't go far.
Just as Chen Bei was about to say something.
There was a violent vibration in the Sword Tomb.
The sound of swords whistling like waves swayed out of the Sword Tomb.
Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe's expressions suddenly changed. They didn't have time to talk about the old days. Chen Bei almost couldn't help but rush in.
"That little rascal, don't tell me he's angered all the sword intents of the ancestors?"
When Chen Bei had this thought, he subconsciously felt that it was impossible. But on second thought, it was very likely that the brat had annoyed all the sword intents!
He began to secretly regret that he was too anxious to send him into the Sword Tomb.
Nie Shanhe was not as concerned about Lin Yi as Chen Bei. After a slight change of expression, he quickly calmed down.
Chen Bei walked in circles on the spot, ready to rush in when Lin Yi triggered the token.
As they waited, the expected signal for help didn't come. The boiling Sword Tomb soon quieted down.
Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.
"What … happened inside?"
It was very violent!
…
…
What Irin didn't know was that he had missed a very important step in breaking through the Sword Tomb.
Many inner disciples would come to the Sword Catacomb to seek the Sword Dao, and their seniors would repeatedly tell them that they had to respect the sword intent left behind by their ancestors.
There were quite a lot of taboos.
For example, they couldn't make loud noises, couldn't fly without permission, had to burn incense and bathe, had to perform the etiquette of three bows and nine kowtows, etc.
The remnant sword intent on the flying sword did not form a complete spiritual consciousness. It was equivalent to a wisp of obsession.
Most of these obsessions inherited the pride of the previous owner. Once someone broke into the Sword Mound and disrespected them, they didn't even need to think. They would attack together and beat the disrespectful person into dregs.
So … this was the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain!
In the Sword Catacomb, shooting one's mouth was king!
After the disciples of the Sky Rapier Sect entered the sect, they would spend a long time learning the rules and etiquette under a certain master. They would learn the essence of bowing and currying favor with their seniors.
In other words, even if their masters didn't remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the Sword Tomb was to bow to the Natal Flying Swords left by their ancestors. They hoped that these arrogant sword intents would leave a good impression on them from the beginning.
But Irin didn't understand.
He didn't know that these ancient sword intents were so arrogant.
As soon as he flew up and was about to fly over the heads of tens of thousands of flying swords, he angered the sword intents on the mountain and they were ready to kill him.
In addition, Irin had a little problem with his charm, so it was easier for him to attract hatred. That was why he almost overturned the entire Sword Tomb at the beginning.
Irin instantly figured out all the key points. Without saying anything, he landed on the ground.
"Buzz …"
The sound of swords from all directions weakened a little.
But Irin still faintly felt that the entire space was reverberating with an emotion called "anger".
At this moment, the buzzing sound in his ears gave him the feeling that a group of resentful women were leaning against his ear and talking about their dissatisfaction.
"I think I understand the way to pass the level."
So it was to get a good impression!
Irin straightened up and began to inject spiritual power into the Thousand Trickery Banner that Chen Bei gave him.
As the spiritual power value was consumed, the Thousand Trickery Banner flashed and split into two, two into four, four into eight … In the end, 32 small flags of different colors surrounded Irin and rotated around him.
"Go!"
Irin smiled and flicked his finger. The 32 small flags fell into the Sword Catacomb.
"Heaven and Earth, borrow the power of the universe."
Irin began to set up the array according to the method taught by the flower boy.
Of course, if the flower boy or Ren Qingshan were here, they would probably be dumbfounded. Because the way Irin set up the array was somewhat different from the way traditional cultivators set up the array. It was not strictly distributed according to the pattern of the Twelve Constellations of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. Among them, Yi Lin conveniently added some of her understanding of magic, crystal pattern, and supreme magic, combining them into a nondescript and irregular "Carefree Array".
The moment the 32 small flags fell to the ground, they transformed into 32 faceless people wearing elder robes.
The 32 elders followed the highest standard of etiquette in the Heavenly Sword Gate since ancient times. They faced the flying swords everywhere in the Sword Catacomb and began to kowtow three times and kowtow nine times. They kowtowed once with each step and kowtowed again after each step. If you're unhappy, I'll continue to kowtow. If you're happy, I'll continue to kowtow. If you're happy, I'll continue to kowtow.
The Sword Catacomb returned to calmness and silence.
"Isn't this quite simple?"
Irin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these flying swords weren't real people and were easy to trick. He used a little trick to trick the angry flying swords in the Sword Catacomb.
Of course, 32 elders kowtowed here. Even the mourning hall of the previous Gate Masters might not have such treatment. After all, there were less than 32 elders who were still alive. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gather them. If this group of proud sword spirits were not satisfied, Irin could only use force.
After all the sword spirits quieted down in a round of continuous flattery, Irin didn't immediately put away the Thousand Trickery Banner. Instead, he allowed the 32 small flags to circle around him. He looked at a flying sword not far away that looked quite unique. There was a faint flowing light on the sword. He quietly stepped forward. While the flying sword didn't have any objections, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the hilt of the flying sword.
"I am the joint registered disciple of the Sky Sword Sect's Preaching Garden, Circumference Mountain, Smoke Ink Mountain, Discipline Mountain, Hundred Grass Mountain, Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain, Spirit Beast Mountain, Sword-casting Mountain, and Greater One Mountain. I am Lin Yi, the senior brother of the current Gate Master of the Sky Sword Sect and an old friend of Chenbei. I am here to ask for a sword. I hope you can enlighten me."
As soon as Irin grasped the sword hilt, a burst of cool air suddenly came from the point where the sword hilt touched his palm. Without hesitation, Irin immediately introduced himself. Sword-seeking Sword, Sword-seeking Sword. The emphasis was on the word "ask". Since it was a question, it was naturally better to report his title as flashy as possible.
That cool air, as soon as it entered Irin's body, suddenly turned into extreme cold. Irin instantly had the illusion that he was in a polar glacier. In the blink of an eye, Irin's entire body trembled. His skin and hair were covered with a layer of white frost. When he opened his mouth to breathe, the breath he exhaled condensed into a vast expanse of white icy fog. His entire body seemed to have become a living ice sculpture.
Irin's expression changed slightly. He forcibly endured the bone-piercing chill in his body. He wanted to forcibly pull out the variant of the Five Elements — the ice attribute flying sword. But no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to use brute force to pull the flying sword out of the ground.
As time passed, the frost on the surface of Irin's body became thicker and thicker. When Irin felt that his consciousness was beginning to blur, he finally could not hold on any longer and let go of his hand. The chill quietly retreated. He hurriedly sat on the ground and circulated the pitifully weak aura in his body. After about an hour, Irin finally cleared out the variant aura in his body. His limbs were warm again.
He turned his hand to look at the palm that he had used to pull out the sword. His palm was blue and purple. It was obviously frostbitten.
Irin stared at his frostbitten palm.
"This means … you don't agree?"
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