Section 117

Heh, there's going to be a good show to watch!

Wu Jian turned around, a smile once again plastered on his face as he spoke enthusiastically to Li Chengping, "Your Highness, this way please!

The Sword Tomb has been opened for you. Please follow me inside to select a sword!"

Li Chengping gave a slight nod and stepped into the main hall.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xu Zhihu followed closely behind.

Wu Liuding, Wu Cuihua, and a group of Wu Family swordsmen also followed suit.

The group moved in a grand procession, entering the depths of the Sword Tomb.

Inside the Sword Tomb, the light was dim, and the Yin Qi was chilling; the air was thick with a heart-palpitating Evil Qi.

Xu Zhihu had a special Physique and was extremely sensitive to Evil Qi. As soon as she stepped into the Sword Tomb, she felt a wave of dizziness, and her face turned as pale as paper.

"Your Highness..." Xu Zhihu couldn't help but call out softly, her voice somewhat weak.

Li Chengping frowned slightly, sensing Xu Zhihu's discomfort, and glanced back at her.

"Unwell?" Li Chengping asked indifferently.

Xu Zhihu nodded, her face becoming even paler as fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Li Chengping raised his hand and injected a strand of True Qi into Xu Zhihu's body.

As the True Qi circulated, it instantly dispelled the Evil Qi within Xu Zhihu's body. She immediately felt a sense of relief, and her complexion regained some of its color.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Xu Zhihu gave Li Chengping a grateful look, her heart filled with appreciation.

To the side, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was observing the interior of the Sword Tomb with great interest.

The Sword Intent in the air was so dense it had almost materialized, feeling as if countless sharp swords were suspended over their heads, making one shudder.

"Such dense Sword Intent," Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but marvel, her eyes filled with excitement.

Li Chengping, however, showed little interest in the so-called famous swords around him.

There were indeed many swords in the Sword Tomb, but not a single one could truly catch his eye.

They were all just trash.

As they walked, Wu Jian introduced the history and rules of the Sword Tomb to Li Chengping.

"Your Highness, our Wu Family Sword Tomb has buried one hundred and sixty thousand famous swords. Every single one has tasted blood countless times and possesses a sky-piercing hostility.

Among them, legendary peerless divine swords are hidden, drawing countless swordsmen to flock here."

"Gaining the recognition of the Sword Tomb is no easy task.

One needs a sincere and righteous heart to resonate with the Sword Tomb before they can call forth their own sword." Wu Jian paused and pointed toward a massive mountain of swords ahead. "Your Highness, that is the core of the Sword Tomb, Wan Jian Mountain.

All the famous swords of the Sword Tomb are buried there."

"If Your Highness wishes to select a sword, you only need to walk before Wan Jian Mountain and use your own Sword Intent to communicate with the Sword Tomb. Then, you will have a chance to call forth a famous sword." After Wu Jian finished speaking, he stepped aside and gestured for Li Chengping to step forward.

Li Chengping walked toward Wan Jian Mountain.

The surrounding Wu Family Disciples all held their breath, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, but also a hint of doubt.

This Prince Xia's strength was indeed formidable, but no one knew the extent of his talent in the Dao of the Sword.

On the path of the sword, talent is paramount.

If one lacks talent in the sword, no matter how strong they are, they cannot gain the recognition of the Sword Tomb.

In their eyes, this Prince Xia was likely just a brute with no affinity for the sword.

Li Chengping reached Wan Jian Mountain and stopped.

He closed his eyes and spread his Divine Sense, attempting to communicate with the Sword Intent of the Sword Tomb.

After a moment, the Sword Tomb remained silent without any movement.

Wan Jian Mountain was also like a dead object, showing no reaction.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

What was going on?

Could it be that Prince Xia cannot call a sword?

Several Wu Family Elders began to whisper among themselves.

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"I told you, this Li Chengping is likely destined to have no connection with the sword."

"Hmph, an arrogant fellow thinking he can get the Sword Tomb's recognition?

He's dreaming!"

"Patriarch, look..." The Elders looked at Wu Jian, a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Wu Jian's face darkened. He turned abruptly and barked, "All of you, shut up!"

Rebuked by Wu Jian, the Elders immediately became as quiet as cicadas in winter, not daring to say another word.

Wu Jian took a deep breath and looked at Li Chengping with a complicated expression.

Could it be that he really cannot call a sword?

This...

Wu Jian's heart also began to feel a bit apprehensive.

Li Chengping remained with his eyes closed, standing motionless before Wan Jian Mountain.

Can he really call out a sword?

Will the Sword Tomb recognize him?

Inside the Sword Tomb, there was dead silence.

The Wu Family members didn't even dare to breathe loudly, their eyes all focused squarely on Li Chengping.

Time passed minute by minute.

Wan Jian Mountain remained completely still, and the entire Sword Tomb was filled with Death Qi.

"As I said, this Prince Xia probably only has brute strength."

"The Dao of the Sword is something that depends on talent."

"Patriarch, this..."

Several Elders began whispering again. Though their voices were low, they were loud enough for those around them to hear.

Wu Jian's face was livid. He wished he could just plug the mouths of these old fogies.

What short-sighted fools!

...

Can't they even have this much patience?

"Noisy!"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's willow-leaf brows arched and her almond eyes widened. Her sharp shout rang out like a clap of thunder.

The Elders were so startled they shrunk their necks like quails, instantly falling silent.

The scene became quiet once again.

However, this silence only lasted for a moment.

"Buzz—!"

A light vibration, like the humming of a mosquito, clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

Eh? Novel Group

Movement?

All the Wu Family swordsmen, including those Elders, were stunned.

They subconsciously looked toward Wan Jian Mountain.

They saw a rust-covered broken sword atop Wan Jian Mountain tremble slightly.

Just once.

Then, it returned to stillness, as if the tremor just now was merely an illusion.

"An illusion, right?"

"Maybe it was just the wind..."

"Impossible! How could there be wind inside the Sword Tomb?"

The crowd discussed fervently, their faces written with confusion.

However, before their voices could fade.

"Buzz—! Buzz—! Buzz—!"

The sounds of sword cries rose one after another, continuous and unending.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, ripples spread out, circle after circle.

On Wan Jian Mountain, more and more swords began to tremble.

Rusty swords, broken swords, famous swords, ordinary swords...

All the swords were trembling, all were humming.

It was as if they were responding to something, yet also seemed to be in a state of restless agitation.

"This... this is..."

Wu Jian's eyes widened so much they nearly bulged out, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

How many years had it been since such a phenomenon appeared in the Sword Tomb?

A hundred years?

Or a thousand years?