Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 68: Sword Sacrifice Ceremony
Return to Jianfeng.
There were two people standing on the dirt field.
They are Lu Rong and Zhou Shuwu.
Seeing Wang Chen flying down from the sky, Zhou Shuwu came forward and bowed respectfully.
"Big Brother, I need your decision on something."
The word "senior brother" almost made Lu Rong drop her jaw.
"Go ahead." Wang Chen said.
"Tomorrow is the sword sacrifice ceremony that takes place once every five years. All the disciples and core disciples will be present. I want to go and watch the ceremony. After that, I will go to the Leifa Cave to face the wall as you instructed. Do you allow me to do that?" Zhou Shuwu stared at Wang Chen closely, as if he was afraid that Wang Chen would turn back into the useless person he was before.
"Okay." Wang Chen nodded.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Zhou Shuwu showed a delighted look on his face, and said to Lu Rong: "Senior Sister, after I came back, I also accepted the punishment you just gave me."
Lu Rong was stunned. Ever since Jiang Yu's personality changed drastically, he had asked Zhou Shuwu to face the wall more than once, but Zhou Shuwu had never obeyed him.
Why is he so respectful at this moment?
"Lü Rong."
At this time, a majestic voice sounded.
"Go make some food and wine to welcome your brother back."
It was Lan Qingzi's voice.
"Yes, sir." Lu Rong replied happily.
As night fell, the light of the magic stone illuminated this sacred mountain.
Grass and trees in the night breeze.
A fairy-like and leisurely atmosphere.
It has been a long time since the Lan Qingzi sword lineage had gathered together for dinner in such harmony.
Steamed eggs, fried bamboo shoots...
The food on this sacred mountain is quite light, yet has a subtle fragrance lingering in the mouth.
Lan Qingzi was very happy. He opened a jar of old wine and drank a few more glasses.
His old face turned slightly red, and he could not hide his smile at all, but he was the first to leave, leaving time for these younger disciples.
After three rounds of drinking, Zhou Shuwu finally couldn't control his emotions anymore and cried:
"Brother, please don't go astray again."
Wang Chen smiled. He had already attributed his sudden change in temperament to being possessed by the devil. Considering his breakthrough in realm, this explanation was reasonable.
He didn't know if it was because of the strength of the wine, but looking at the harmony at the table, he felt a warmth flowing through his heart.
Even Xiaoyao seemed to be in a good mood and kept praising the delicious food and wine.
After having a good meal and a few drinks, everyone left with satisfaction.
Wang Chen sat alone on the top of Lingshan Mountain, looking at the cold full moon in the sky.
Very big and round.
Xiaoyao sat on the ground, supported herself with her hands behind her back, and looked up at the sky. Her posture was exactly the same as Wang Chen's.
Often, cultivators would take advantage of the situation and fly their swords through the watery moonlight, landing somewhere in Lingshan.
He remembered the note he had received during the banquet.
"Jiang Yu, we are gathering as disciples of the inheritance. Come to Lingyuan Peak as soon as possible."
"A gathering of disciples who have inherited the tradition?"
"Not interested." He had decided to ignore it at that time.
Even from Zuo Han, he roughly understood what would happen to him if he showed up in this so-called gathering.
"Let you go."
He looked at the full moon and murmured.
This night was a very comfortable one.
Two more days passed here.
Zhou Shuwu followed instructions and sat facing the wall in the Leifa Cave. During this time, Wang Chen went to give him guidance several times.
With the confirmation of the two great sword techniques, his sword skills are far superior to those of Zhou Shuwu and other disciples.
Even compared to Lan Qingzi, she is not much inferior.
Even though Zhou Shuwu and other junior brothers and sisters found it difficult to fully understand the teachings from time to time, the occasional words of advice were like sowing a seed in everyone's hearts .
When several people reach a certain level in their practice, these seeds will burst out and grow into towering trees.
Time flies, and finally the day of the sword sacrifice ceremony has arrived.
On this day, on the Sword Vein Spirit Peak where Wang Chen was, three younger brothers and sisters were in high spirits. They had already stood on the dirt field early in the morning wearing the sect uniforms of the Qiankun Sword Sect. Thinking of participating in the sword sacrifice ceremony of the entire sect, they felt a little nervous, but this nervousness was instantly drowned out by excitement.
Among the crowd, Lü Rong and Zhou Shuwu had both participated in the sword sacrifice ceremony once, but Zheng Xin had never participated in one. He was very excited and kept asking Lü Rong, who had been taking care of him, questions.
"Senior Sister, can I see the Sect Master at the Sword Sacrifice Ceremony?"
"That's not necessarily true, but one of the three great masters will definitely be present to preside over the sword sacrifice ceremony." Lu Rong had a smile on his face and was in a very good mood.
"Will the core inheritance brothers come?"
For Zheng Xin, and even for Lu Rong and Zhou Shuwu, becoming a core disciple has become their biggest goal.
So much so that the senior brothers who have become core disciples have become idols in their hearts.
Although the core inheritance brothers are powerful, they are still disciples. They must be present at the five-year sword sacrifice ceremony. Otherwise, they must personally explain the reason to the headmaster, and may even be deprived of their status as core inheritance disciples. Lu Rong said seriously, with a hint of expectation in her heart.
"Hush. Master and Senior Brother are here."
Zheng Xin was so excited that he wanted to ask more questions, but he heard Lu Rong suddenly say.
The three of them followed Lu Rong's gaze and saw Lan Qingzi and Wang Chen coming one after the other.
Lan Qingzi was dressed in a white robe, completely different from his old look, and looked like an immortal.
Wang Chen was dressed in a white brocade robe with silver thread patterns, which was a unique attire for disciples of the inheritance. It was far more exquisite than the attire of ordinary disciples. As he walked, it revealed some green reflections, making him look very heroic.
"Hello, Master." The three of them saluted in unison.
"Big Brother."
Afterwards, the three of them bowed to Wang Chen.
Lan Qingzi glanced at several disciples with his bright eyes and nodded.
"Let's go." He stepped into the air, and with a gust of breeze, he was already stepping onto an orange-red flying sword that was the color of lava and flying into the sky.
It turned out to be a flying sword with fire attribute. Wang Chen was surprised.
Practitioners who use fire-attributed flying swords generally have bad tempers, but he didn't see any of that in Lan Qingzi.
He took a step forward, stepped on the heavy black iron sword, and with a flash of green light, he flew out of the clouds.
Behind him, three disciples followed.
Breaking out of the sea of clouds, there is a green peak towering out of the clouds in the distance. Above the green mountain, spiritual white mist is lingering, and palaces and pavilions stand on it, and white clouds are floating below the peak.
Emperor Sword Peak is like a precious sword used by the immortal emperor to stand between heaven and earth.
Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh that the famous mountains and rivers in this cultivation world were beyond his imagination.
Above the sea of clouds was a sky as blue as satin. The clear sky reflected the clear blue sky, clearly showing the disciples from various sects who were coming and going to participate in the sword sacrifice ceremony.
Bright lights of various colors lit up, like a school of fish in the sea, dotted the sky. They were disciples from various factions flying on swords and gathering on the top of the mountain.
Soon, Wang Chen and his party joined them.
With a whistling sound, Wang Chen flew his sword onto a huge square. The square was made of white jade and surrounded by thigh-deep white mist. The strange thing was that the mist was only swirling at such a high position.
It makes the square look like a fairyland without affecting the sight at all.
Looking around, you can clearly see five statues standing face to face on dozens of steps in front of the square.
These five statues are wearing flowing robes and are made entirely of high-quality spiritual stones. Some are standing with their hands behind their backs, while others are holding swords, and their facial features and expressions are lifelike.
"Big Brother, the statue in front is said to be the five masters of the Qiankun Sword Sect. How majestic."
Zheng Xin came over and looked at the statue in the distance.
"The head master is very impressive, but little junior brother, you should try to enter the inner sect first." Zhou Shuwu patted Zheng Xin's shoulder.
"Yes, Fourth Brother." Zheng Xin was very well-behaved.
The inner sect is really amazing. Lu Rong pulled Zheng Xin over and gave Zhou Shuwu a sidelong glance.
"Go to your inner disciples' formation now."
"Yes, senior sister." Zhou Shuwu smiled, then took his leave from Wang Chen and walked towards the formation of inner disciples.
