nucmednet Chapter 416 A Forest of Swords: No Room for Complacency
Chapter 416 A Forest of Swords: No Room for Complacency
On this day, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, with a gentle breeze.
All eligible disciples arrived on their swords and gathered in the square of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
Full of fighting spirit, they hoped to find a sword on Sword Island that resonated with their own will, thereby enhancing their strength to a higher level.
The sect leader stood on the high platform, his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping over each disciple.
His voice, loud as a bell, echoed across the square: "Sword Island is about to open, and you will all be qualified to enter and choose a sword that is destined for you."
"Remember, each person can only choose one, and once it has chosen its master, it cannot be changed. I hope you will cherish this opportunity."
As the sect leader finished speaking, a dazzling light suddenly shot out from his hand and struck the void in front of him.
The void was instantly torn apart, creating a crack that revealed a passage leading to Sword Island.
All the disciples' eyes were fixed on the passage, their eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement. Their hearts were pounding and their breathing was rapid.
The disciples were all eager to meet the upcoming challenge. As long as they could find a sword that was destined for them, all their efforts would be worthwhile.
The moment the disciples stepped onto Sword Island with anticipation, it felt as if they had entered a world of swords.
The scene before them deeply shocked everyone.
On Sword Island, ten thousand swords stand tall.
The swords were either stuck on mountain peaks, pointing straight to the sky; or hung on cliffs, as if they might fall at any moment; or lay beside streams, hidden by grass and stones.
The island boasts a wide variety of swords, each unique in its own way, ranging from ancient longswords to ornate short swords, from heavy broadswords to light slender swords.
They were either new or old; some had nicks and charred hilts, showing signs of age; others looked brand new, as if they had just been forged.
At the center of Sword Island lies a massive sword pool.
The pool was empty of water, but instead contained rows of swords, densely packed together, their cold light gleaming, forming a continuous expanse that outshone even the shimmering surface of the pool.
Surrounding the Sword Pool are clusters of sword forests, like a maze of swords, dazzling the eye. Each sword forest is named after a specific sword technique, such as "Falling Blossom Sword Forest," "Breaking Army Sword Forest," and "Slicing Waves Sword Forest," and so on.
Each sword forest contains a different sword intent, whether it be fierce, gentle, agile, or steady.
In the shady corner of Sword Island, there is also a sword mound.
This is the final resting place for countless once-glorious swords.
They may have been broken in fierce battles or corroded by the long years, but each sword carries its own story.
On the day Sword Island opens, some disciples with reverence come to pay their respects, silently mourning the people and swords that have passed away, as if they can hear the low murmur of swords carried on the wind.
Above the azure sky of Sword Island, rainbows formed from condensed sword energy spanned the horizon. They changed unpredictably with the flow of sword intent on the island, sometimes as dazzling as brocade, sometimes as elegant as ink painting.
These sword rainbows are not only a beautiful sight on Sword Island, but also its natural defensive barrier. Anyone with ill intentions cannot easily approach in the face of this sharp sword energy.
Chu Lengyu could clearly feel that everything here was closely related to the sword; the mountains, water, wind, and clouds all contained the rhythm of the sword.
This is the foundation of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, a second-rate sect that doesn't even rank among the top sects in the Minghai Realm.
Here, the sword is not just a weapon, but also a belief, a legacy, and the most fervent pursuit and dream in the heart of every disciple.
The disciples rushed into Sword Island like arrows released from a bow.
Chu Lengyu appeared remarkably calm and composed amidst the crowd's eagerness. She seemed uninterested in the competition, even appearing somewhat absent-minded.
She strolled across Sword Island as if taking a leisurely walk, her gaze not urgently searching for any swords.
On Sword Island, thousands of swords stand silently.
The disciples released their divine senses, attempting to establish a bridge of communication with these swords, searching for the sword that resonated with their own souls.
Their faces showed joy or sorrow, anticipation or nervousness, all working hard for this rare opportunity.
Spirit swords are not easy to obtain; not only do you need to collect a lot of materials, but you also need to find a reliable weapon refiner.
Swords are everywhere on Sword Island.
However, whether one can find a good sword depends on one's vision and fate.
Chu Lengyu strolled among the sword forest, savoring its unique charm.
Her divine sense did not deliberately communicate with any of the swords, but rather, like a gentle breeze across a lake, she quietly sensed the atmosphere and rhythm of the entire Sword Island.
She had underestimated the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
Even though this sect doesn't have a single Nascent Soul cultivator, its foundation is stronger than that of Heavenly Fire Island.
Outside Sword Island, the sect leader and elders closely monitored the disciples' performance on the island.
This Sword Island is not only the sacred place for the Hundred Swords Pavilion to inherit its traditions, but also a testing ground for the disciples' sword talents.
On Sword Island, disciples either traverse the mountains and forests, carefully searching for traces of swords; or bravely forge ahead, heading straight for the Sword Pool and the Sword Tomb.
Within the Sword Tomb, discarded and broken swords are piled up like mountains. The danger is not great, and the gains are limited. Disciples who go there often have limited potential and prefer to play it safe.
Sword Pool, on the other hand, is exactly the opposite.
The swords within are complete and united as one. Any disciple who attempts to communicate with the swords in the Sword Pool will face the test of the entire Sword Pool, and the difficulty of this test is unimaginable.
However, among these disciples, Chu Lengyu's figure stood out from the crowd.
Unlike the others, she didn't venture deep into the Sword Forest. Instead, she merely made a casual turn at the entrance to Sword Island and seemed ready to leave.
Her gaze wandered, as if she didn't care much about this journey to find the sword, and she seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere around her.
Seeing this, the sect leader frowned slightly, thinking to himself: Chu Lengyu is born with a sword heart; logically, she should have caused an anomaly the moment she entered Sword Island. Furthermore, what is the purpose of her current behavior? Is she truly indifferent to this opportunity?
The sect leader looked puzzled, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
He glanced around, and anger began to rise in his heart.
While all the disciples were seeking opportunities on Sword Island, she was strolling leisurely in what seemed like a back garden!
The sect leader's voice rang in Chu Lengyu's ears, filled with obvious displeasure, as he reprimanded, "The opening of Sword Island was no easy feat; how can you be so lazy?"
She was caught red-handed, and her steps involuntarily faltered, feeling a little embarrassed and helpless.
Facing the various gazes cast upon her by the sect leader and elders, Chu Lengyu immediately turned around, already determined to simply grab any sword and get by.
She already possesses the Unrivaled Sword; the spiritual swords on this island are useless to her, so why waste her time?
However, just as Chu Lengyu turned around, a spirit sword with a faint blue light descended from the sky and flew straight towards her.
It hovered in front of Chu Lengyu, its blade trembling slightly.
It is willing to acknowledge her as its master and walk with her.