Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 70: Sword Qi Transformation
If it were anyone else, dressing up carefully to attend the sword sacrifice ceremony and about to take the much-anticipated seat of the inheritance disciple, he would find that the seat was already completely full, and there was no place left for him, so he could only stand alone.
What was even more horrifying was that his fellow inheritors didn't say a word and treated him like air, clearly intending to embarrass him.
This kind of disparity, of falling from the bright sky into the filthy and smelly gutter in an instant and becoming the laughing stock of the entire sect, is enough to make people feel ashamed and angry to death.
No one can tolerate this kind of gap.
Even if I were dreaming, I would never encounter such a terrifying dream.
His eyes swept across the disciples and fell on the noisy crowd.
There was no respect on any of their faces, only ridicule, gloating, and perhaps a little sympathy.
Facing the crowd, Wang Chen's expression remained unchanged as he walked step by step towards the front of the group of disciples.
There was a wide open space there.
Looking at Wang Chen's back, Zuo Han, who was hiding among the disciples of inheritance, had his eyes flickering. He stared at his back and sneered secretly.
"You have embarrassed me in front of all the disciples in the sect. Even if you have achieved Nirvana six times, it doesn't matter. You have become the laughing stock of the entire sect. You will never be able to hold your head up high in your life."
Suddenly, the crowd's eyes began to shift sideways, looking at a high platform.
It is a place closer to the core of the sword sacrifice ceremony than the inheritance disciple sequence.
On the high platform, nine gorgeous chairs were lined up in a straight row, waiting to be occupied.
That is the area where the core disciples are located.
Nine figures appeared from one side of the square. Everyone saw a white shadow swaying and a flash of sword energy, and then nine young men with outstanding temperaments stood in front of the chairs.
"It's the core inheritance senior brother!"
The crowd was boiling with excitement.
These nine core disciples, six men and three women, especially the first three, have auras as sharp as swords, and all of them have the cultivation level of eight nirvanas.
They are at the top of the ten major sects' young disciples, wearing sect uniforms inlaid with gold threads. Even if you ignore their otherworldly appearances, they still have a demeanor that makes them stand out from the crowd and command submission.
Most of the young disciples present were in their prime, and both men and women had looks of admiration and fanaticism on their faces.
If the nine people were compared to idols, they would surely each have a considerable number of fanatical fans among this group of young inner and outer disciples, and even among the inheritance disciples.
If becoming a successor disciple is an attainable goal for the young practitioners of the Qiankun Sword Sect, then becoming a core successor disciple has become a luxury that most geniuses dare not even think about.
There was a slight sound of clothes swaying as nine people took their seats one after another. The crowd calmed down a little.
"My Lord, I heard that you have a younger brother who has achieved Nirvana seven times. It seems that it is only a matter of time before he competes for the position of core disciple. In this case, I would like to congratulate you for having two core disciples in your sword lineage."
The core disciple sitting on the second chair was a tall and sturdy young man with dark skin. He had a condensed aura and had already reached Nirvana eight times. However, he had a firm face and a pair of shining eyes. It was obvious that he was not a man of courage but strategy.
At this moment, he was speaking indifferently to the third ranked disciple beside him.
Even the core disciples seldom had contact with each other on weekdays, so they took this opportunity to start a conversation.
Jun Hou smiled: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Huanglong. I am dull in talent, and will need your support in the future." Although he called him dull, his words already tacitly acknowledged that Jun Mo could enter the core sequence.
"With your support, I am much better than others." Huang Long smiled slightly without comment.
"Hmm? It seems something went wrong with the inner disciples." Among the nine people, a female cultivator with a face as cold as frost frowned and looked towards the formation of inner disciples. There was a person there, slowly walking towards a conspicuous open space in front.
The nine people looked at Wang Chen together, which was rare.
The crowd was silent for a moment.
Following the gazes of the nine people, the disciples who had briefly forgotten about Jiang Yu once again focused their attention on Wang Chen.
Then there was even more intense laughter.
"What is he going to do? Is he not embarrassed enough and is coming over here so we can see more clearly?"
"Is this guy trying to steal the limelight from the core brothers? He's really just courting attention!" A female cultivator stomped her feet in annoyance. Just now she felt a little sympathetic towards Wang Chen.
"Senior Brother Jiang Yu, are you going to jump into the position of inner disciple? Welcome back." Someone started to make a noise.
"Hahaha." More people laughed.
A person, facing a mountain of malice.
His expression remained unmoved, and he didn't even look depressed.
Amidst the laughter, Wang Chen walked to the front of all the disciples.
In front of the nine core disciples, in full view of everyone.
He raised his hand naturally.
In his hand, there is a beautiful green dancing flame.
Chant!
The sword energy chanted long.
Among the nine core disciples,
Seventeen disciples of the inheritance,
Under the gaze of countless inner and outer disciples.
Amidst the laughter that never stopped and even intensified.
The green flame suddenly burst into a dazzling light and blossomed like a flower.
Four petals of sword energy rose up and turned into the back of a chair.
Countless tiny sword energies like black hair flowed and entangled, and petal after petal of sword energy bloomed.
Rays of green sword light rose up, dazzling and transparent like crystal, emitting colorful light under the rising sun.
Under everyone's gaze,
A large chair with an extremely luxurious shape yet extremely simple and ancient appearance appeared before my eyes.
Countless sword qi flows and embellishes it, flowing in the translucent air, just like the throne of an immortal king.
The entire square had fallen silent since some point.
Wang Chen walked forward calmly, lifted the hem of his robe, and sat down.
At this moment, he was sitting right in front of a group of inheritance disciples, as if he was the leader of all the inheritance disciples.
Everyone was stunned as they watched the scene before them.
None of the disciples who had been laughing loudly just now dared to say a word.
Especially those who had experienced Nirvana four times, and the top figures in the inner sect who were eyeing the position of the inheritance disciple, had the illusion that they were in a dream.
"Is the inheritance disciple really that powerful?"
"Sword Qi is transformed into something. This is sword Qi."
There are inner sect disciples who are distracted.
"What is the sword energy substance?" A disciple came back to his senses from the shock.
"Do all the disciples who have inherited the legacy know it?"
Most people felt that this skill of transforming a large chair out of thin air with sword energy was very powerful, but they did not understand what level of skill it was.
After all, the realm difference is too far.
"Inherited disciple? You underestimate this skill." The disciple murmured. I have seen our leader use this method, but the things he condensed were far from being as exquisite and complex as this.
"He once said that even among the core disciples, there are no more than three who can easily condense qi into objects."
"Jiang Yu is a core disciple? How is this possible?"
Pairs of eyes with complicated expressions were focused on Wang Chen. Everyone suddenly felt that the figure sitting on the chair in the colorful light had changed his demeanor greatly.
"not necessarily."
Someone looked at Wang Chen in a low voice and said, "What Jiang Yu did is equivalent to refusing the faces of all the disciples of the inheritance."
"Under the watchful eyes of the public, do you think the other disciples will endure it? Especially Senior Brother Jun Mo, the strongest disciple among the disciples. His brother is a core disciple. Even if he kills Jiang Yu, I think this matter can be suppressed."
A white-faced, beardless cultivator frowned slightly.
“Interesting.”
In the silence.
A voice suddenly came from the formation of core disciples.
