Sword Tomb
Fan Wujie was stunned by Fan Wuchen's words. Soon after, a loud laugh came out of his mouth and reverberated throughout the Myriad Sword Hall.
After a while, Fan Wujie stopped laughing and said with disdain, "I admit that Luo Yun does have some tricks up his sleeve. However, with his strength, it's impossible for him to steal the Spiritual Veins and cultivation resources without anyone knowing."
"The entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is enveloped by sword formations. There is no need for me to explain how powerful these sword formations are. You should know that even you would not be able to force your way in, let alone steal from them."
After Fan Wujie finished speaking, he saw that Fan Wuchen was still doubting him. He couldn't help but sneer. He walked in front of Fan Wuchen and opened his right hand, revealing a greyish black sword seal.
"This is …" Fan Wuchen was suddenly stunned.
"When Luo Yun left the Wanjian Pavilion, I planted a sword seal on him so that I can track his whereabouts at any time. During the time he was training, I didn't sense him returning to the Wanjian Pavilion." Fan Wujie said confidently. He didn't notice that the sword seal he was so proud of had been broken by Chu Xingyun from the start.
"Pavilion Master, you have foresight."
Such words made Fan Wuchen give up on the idea. He paused for a while before asking, "Since Pavilion Master has planted a sword seal, why didn't you directly track Luo Yun's whereabouts?"
"Ever since Luo Yun entered the Ancient Star Secret Realm, the sword seal lost its effect. No matter how I tried to activate it, it couldn't resonate. I think the Heavenly Anomaly in the Ancient Star Secret Realm must have destroyed the integrity of the sword seal." Fan Wujie sighed as he spoke. He wanted to use the sword seal to track Chu Xingyun's whereabouts, but the sword seal had already been destroyed and there was no response.
Fan Wuchen sighed in disappointment. "I thought that Wanjian Pavilion would rise after Luo Yun won the championship. I never expected that so many things would happen in just a few days."
"Indeed, all of this happened too suddenly, and it was completely unexpected." Fan Wujie closed his eyes and when he opened them, the helplessness on his face was swept away. "No matter what, Luo Yun has helped us obtain the champion's position in the Six Sect Competition."
"Although his whereabouts are unknown, we have the initiative in resource allocation. As long as we make good use of these ten years, Wanjian Pavilion will still be able to rise strongly!"
Fan Wujie's words were filled with confidence and were filled with persuasive power. This caused Fan Wujie's helplessness to be swept away and he no longer felt depressed and worried.
As for meeting Lin Tianchong in Saint Star City, Fan Wujie did not mention it.
In his eyes, Lin Tianchong's appearance was just a coincidence. It had nothing to do with Chu Xingyun, and it was impossible for him to be Chu Xingyun's helper.
Because of this, ever since he returned to Wanjian Pavilion, he had completely forgotten about Lin Tianchong's existence. He treated the latter as a reclusive expert who had traveled the world and did not remember him.
The two continued to talk for a long time. After Fan Wuchen left, Fan Wujie did not leave. He stood quietly in the center of the hall with his head raised. His eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something.
The sun set in the west, and a bright moon slowly rose in the middle of the night sky.
Night descended, enveloping the entire Wanjian Pavilion and eliminating the hustle and bustle of the day. Everyone quietly entered the land of dreams.
At this moment, Fan Wujie's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. Sword light flashed, instantly breaking the silence of the night.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. Then, his figure flashed and he rushed out of the Ten Thousand Swords Hall.
What was strange was that Fan Wujie's movements were very careful. As his figure flashed, he carefully hid his aura. He was like a ghost, silently floating in the night.
Finally, he arrived at the bottom of a cliff.
Fan Wujie cautiously scanned his surroundings. Seeing that no one was following him, he secretly let out a long sigh of relief. With a flip of his right hand, a sword shadow that flickered with a misty light appeared.
This sword shadow was like a cloud, as if it could disappear at any moment. When it came into contact with the cliff, the misty sword light easily entered the cliff. At the same time, a bright and dazzling halo seeped out from the cliff and appeared in front of Fan Wujie.
Fan Wujie did not hesitate and stepped into the halo. When his figure completely entered the halo, the halo suddenly disappeared. The entire cliff also returned to its original appearance.
After entering the halo, Fan Wujie immediately felt his eyes brighten. After a moment, the light gradually faded.
In his field of vision, an expanse of open ground appeared, and dense mist drifted through the sky. At first glance, it was actually like an immortal paradise, and it was filled with a profound feeling.
But on the flat ground, the scenery was completely different.
On the vast and boundless flat ground, numerous swords were stabbed into the ground. Some were heavy swords, some were fine swords, and some were longswords. The number of swords was so enormous that it was actually like a forest that stood in great numbers everywhere, and it was impossible to see the end of it.
In this space, there did not seem to be any life. Barren, chaotic, there was nothing. There was no sun or moon in the air. There was only an endless number of swords.
Fan Wujie did not seem to be unfamiliar with this place. He directly strode forward.
Right in front of him, on the barren ground, a sword that towered to the heavens was inserted there. It was like an eternal existence, piercing through the clouds and splitting the heavens. It had always been there.
The sword that towered to the heavens was filled with endless sword will of light. It was as if this sword was the embodiment of light. It was extreme and eternal. Just by looking at it, one could feel an extreme sword light soaring into the sky, as if it was going to destroy the Nine Heavens.
Below the sword that towered to the heavens, there was a stone platform. On the stone platform, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. He was dressed in white and carried a sword on his back. His existence gave people a very strange feeling. It was as if he did not exist. He had already merged into the sword light.
If Chu Xingyun was here, he would definitely recognize this middle-aged man in white at a glance. This man was the Sword Spirit of the legendary ancient sword.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man in white, Fan Wujie slowed down. When he reached the stone platform, as the owner of Wanjian Pavilion, he bowed slightly and said lightly, "Elder, please forgive me for visiting in the middle of the night."
In the past, the legendary ancient sword fought with the Black Hole Heavy Sword. After the sword lost, the Sword Spirit was afraid of the power of the Black Hole Heavy Sword. He abandoned the sword body and escaped. Then, he founded Wanjian Pavilion.
To some extent, the Sword Spirit was the first Pavilion Master of Wanjian Pavilion. It was natural for Fan Wujie to call him Elder.
"Such a big thing has happened in Wanjian Pavilion. It is understandable that you came in the middle of the night." The middle-aged man in white opened his eyes. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.
He said, "Since I founded Wanjian Pavilion, I have guarded the Sword Catacomb alone and silently guarded Wanjian Pavilion. But this time, it is very strange. Even I have not been able to find the thief."
"Even the Elder cannot see through it. Could it be that the thief is the Martial Emperor?" Upon hearing this, Fan Wujie immediately panicked.
The white-robed middle-aged man was the Sword Spirit of the legendary ancient sword. His strength was unparalleled. Only a Martial Royal Realm expert could evade his detection and wantonly steal from him.
"I do not know if it is the Martial Emperor, but I do know who stole the Spirit Vein." The middle-aged man in white paused for a moment, and his face suddenly became serious. He said, "That seems to be a python. It's completely black and looks very ordinary. However, this python can feed on the Spiritual Vein and can even turn its body into the Spiritual Vein. It can pass off as real."
"It can feed on the Spirit Vein and turn its body into the Spirit Vein?" Fan Wujie felt incredulous. But he knew that the middle-aged man in white would not lie. It was the first time he had heard of such a strange Spiritual Beast in the world.
"Since the Elder has discovered this python, why don't you act and kill it on the spot?" Fan Wujie calmed down and looked at the middle-aged man in white in confusion.
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