Four days after the auction, the Trial of Swords would officially begin.
During this period of time, the Ancient Sword City had become much quieter. Everyone was cultivating in seclusion, trying their best to raise their strength.
But this tranquility didn't last for too long. Qin Kong's death was finally discovered.
In an instant, a gloomy storm enveloped the entire Ancient Sword City.
Qin Kong was a disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion and the son of Qin Qiumo. His talent was outstanding and his status was illustrious. But it was precisely such a person that had silently died in his own courtyard. His body had turned into powder and not even his bones were left behind.
This caused Qin Qiumo to explode with rage. He immediately sent out nearly a thousand people to completely seal off the Ancient Sword City and frantically search for suspicious people. Even a fly would find it difficult to leave the Ancient Sword City.
When she heard the news of Qin Kong's death, Xia Qingcheng was also shocked.
One must know that Qin Kong's cultivation had already reached the ninth level of the Earth Spirit Realm and could step into the Heavenly Spirit Realm at any time. To be able to silently kill such a person, it could be seen how powerful and mysterious the strength of the person who attacked was.
However, although she was shocked, Xia Qingcheng still felt extremely carefree in her heart.
She had already held a grudge against Qin Kong and his group for a long time. Now that Qin Kong was dead and his death was unclear, it could be said that she had vented her anger and her mood was extremely carefree.
After Chu Xingyun knew of this matter, he appeared very calm.
Firstly, when he made his move to kill Qin Kong, he had already expected this scene.
Secondly, after killing Qin Kong, he had carefully inspected the scene and didn't leave any traces behind. Even if Qin Qiumo's methods were heaven-defying, it was impossible for him to find him.
Thirdly, the current him had a new identity, Sword Cultivator Luo Yun. He had no enmity with Qin Kong, so no one would suspect him.
Because of these three points, Chu Xingyun wasn't worried about this storm at all. He cultivated diligently in the secret room every day.
At this moment, within Chu Xingyun's body, pure spiritual energy was constantly gathering, condensing into numerous sword-shaped spiritual lights. All of them were incomparably sharp. With the Green Lotus Spirit Sea as the center, they howled and raged, flowing through the meridians all over his body.
The sword was a sharp object.
These sword-shaped spiritual lights filled Chu Xingyun's body and could continuously temper his Glazed Body. At the same time, they could also merge with the Black Hole Epee, familiarizing themselves with each other and improving themselves.
In addition, Chu Xingyun would sometimes guide Xia Qingcheng and explain the basics of swordsmanship to her.
Time flowed by like water, passing in the blink of an eye.
On this day, people from the Wanjian Pavilion came and sent out invitations for the trial.
Immediately, everyone left the courtyard and ran along the wide road of the Ancient Sword City towards the Sword Cleansing Mountain Range.
"There are so many people." Chu Xingyun glanced ahead. There were thousands of people all over the mountains and plains.
"The allure of the Sword Cleansing Pool is too great. Geniuses wouldn't want to miss this opportunity. And because of this, those mediocre cultivators wouldn't dare to participate. If not, the number of participants would be even greater." Xia Qingcheng spoke in a low voice.
"That's true." Chu Xingyun nodded. The territory of the Wanjian Pavilion was so vast and the number of martial artists was even greater. If all the young people came, the total number would be as high as ten million.
The thousands of people in front of him were all geniuses. None of them were mediocre.
"Fortunately, there are only a few thousand people now. If all the young people came, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive now." Chu Xingyun let out a long sigh of relief and glanced around intentionally or unintentionally.
At this moment, cold gazes swept over and fell on Chu Xingyun. These gazes were filled with jealousy and anger. They were extremely unfriendly to Chu Xingyun.
"You're flirting again!" Xia Qingcheng heard Chu Xingyun's teasing and glared at him fiercely. However, a faint smile appeared on her pretty face. She did not blame him.
After this period of time together, the two of them had become very close. Teasing each other did not affect their relationship. Instead, it made them even closer.
The surrounding young people saw this scene. When they saw Xia Qingcheng smiling at Chu Xingyun, the fire of jealousy in their hearts soared to the sky. It almost made them go crazy.
About half an hour later, the people of the Wanjian Pavilion slowly stopped in their tracks.
In front of the crowd was a majestic palace. This palace was magnificent. Huge stone pillars stood tall and were carved into the shape of swords. The tip of the swords pointed to the sky, and the aura was quite fierce.
In the palace, there were many disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion. There were both men and women, and they all emitted fierce Sword Qi.
The crowd gathered in the palace. In front of them, there was a cold pool. The pool was misty and smoke curled around it. It was as breathtaking as a jade pool in a fairyland.
In front of the palace, there was a group of people. An old man in white stood at the front.
"Greetings, Sword Owner Changqing!"
Seeing this person, the crowd bowed to show their respect. Yun Changqing was one of the judges for the Trial of Sword Purification. Naturally, they did not want to offend him.
"The Trial of Sword Purification is about to begin. I hope you can use all your strength and become a disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion." Yun Changqing was still serious and his voice was stern.
His gaze slowly swept across the crowd. When he saw Chu Xingyun, he frowned.
Chu Xingyun felt Yun Changqing's gaze on him and nodded with a smile.
Chu Xingyun had good intentions towards Yun Changqing. This person was fair and was neither servile nor overbearing. He was deeply loved and respected by everyone. More importantly, he kindly reminded Chu Xingyun at the auction.
Chu Xingyun remembered all of this very clearly.
"Back then at the auction house, I kindly reminded this young man not to participate in the trial by fire. But now, he still wants to participate. I can only hope that he can leave this place alive." Yun Changqing silently mused in his heart as he shifted his gaze onto the crowd before him.
"This Trial of Sword Purification will not only determine whether or not one can become a disciple of the Wanjian Pavilion, but also who can enter the Sword Purification Pool. However, there are only ten places to enter the Sword Purification Pool. I'm sure all of you know the dangers and disputes involved, so I won't repeat them here.
"The Trial of Sword Purification Pool will last for a month. During this time, I hope all of you can train well and improve your cultivation and strength."
Speaking of this, Yun Changqing took a few steps back. Just as he was about to announce the results, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the pool, causing ripples to form on the surface of the pool.
The crowd turned their heads and saw a group of figures in the Void in front of them. They were flying in the air at a particularly fast speed.
"I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance again." Chu Xingyun also looked in that direction. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile. However, deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of hatred.
His gaze landed on two middle-aged men.
One of them was dressed in a fiery red robe. His aura was violent like a ball of raging fire. Before he even got close, the crowd could already feel the heat in their hearts. It was extremely uncomfortable.
The other man was dressed in a gray robe. His cheeks were thin, and there was a long sword scar on his left eye. His eyes were as gloomy as water, as if they were filled with hatred. Even a glance was enough to make the crowd shudder, as if there was a blade on their backs.
The former was Chang Chixiao, and the latter was Qin Qiumo.
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