lcionline Chapter 417 Facing the Sword Pool, Knowing One's Own Sense
Chapter 417 Facing the Sword Pool, Knowing One's Own Sense
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a spiritual sword actually appeared on its own initiative, expressing its willingness to acknowledge Chu Lengyu as its master.
This scene astonished everyone.
On Sword Island, spiritual swords are as numerous as clouds. Some are swords left behind by the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, while others are swords collected from all directions by rogue cultivators. They have remained on Sword Island for a long time, undergoing the tempering of sword intent, and their spirituality is no less than that of cultivators who have carefully nurtured them.
Chu Lengyu's gaze swept over the spirit sword that had willingly recognized her as its master, and she could sense the sword's extraordinary nature.
However, after a moment, she shook her head, politely declining the offer of the spirit sword.
Everyone looked on in surprise at the sight.
None of them expected that Chu Lengyu would refuse a spirit sword that had voluntarily recognized her as its master.
After all, on this Sword Island, for a spirit sword to willingly recognize a master is truly a once-in-a-millennium extraordinary encounter.
Sensing Chu Lengyu's rejection, the spirit sword trembled even more violently, as if expressing dissatisfaction or pleading.
But Chu Lengyu's mind was made up. She turned around gently and drifted away.
This scene quietly stirred up a ripple among the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion. They whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with surprise and incomprehension.
"Did you all see that? Junior Sister Chu actually rejected a spirit sword that wanted to claim her as its master! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" a disciple exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Upon hearing this, another disciple shook his head and sighed softly, "What is she thinking? Such a rare opportunity, so many people dream of but cannot obtain, yet she says she doesn't want it. It's truly perplexing."
At this moment, a disciple approached the group mysteriously and whispered, "You may not know this, but Junior Sister Chu is born with a sword heart, and her understanding of the sword is far beyond that of ordinary people. The sect leader has high hopes for her and often personally guides her. Perhaps, in her eyes, this spirit sword that has taken the initiative to recognize its master is not worthy of her."
His words were laced with sarcasm, which naturally provoked dissatisfaction among those who heard them.
Upon hearing this, another disciple frowned slightly and said, "Hmph, you talk as if you know Junior Sister Chu so well. She may have rejected that spirit sword simply because she already has a more suitable choice in mind."
A female disciple nearby couldn't help but chime in, "That's right, Junior Sister Chu is exceptionally talented, so what's wrong with being a little unconventional?"
Seeing the crowd's dissatisfaction with his words, the mysterious disciple's expression changed slightly, but he still insisted, "Hmph, what do you know? I'm doing this for Junior Sister Chu's own good, reminding her not to miss out on a truly good sword. If you don't believe me, just wait and see what kind of sword she'll ultimately choose!"
On Sword Island, several self-important disciples, in groups of three or five, walked briskly and confidently toward the Sword Pool.
Their faces radiated confidence, as if the spirit sword was already theirs for the taking.
These disciples are among the best Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Hundred Swords Pavilion this generation, possessing outstanding talent and strength. They enjoy a certain reputation within the sect.
They naturally had great confidence, even a strong determination, in obtaining a spiritually potent sword from the Sword Pool.
"Look, isn't that Junior Sister Chu?" One of the disciples suddenly stopped and pointed to a spot not far away.
Chu Lengyu was still strolling leisurely through the mountains, heading deeper into the mountains, but she seemed different from the other disciples who were eager to find the Spirit Sword.
Upon hearing this, another disciple chuckled and said, "So what if she has a natural sword heart? It sounds nice, but I think it's just for show. If she returns empty-handed this time, she'll definitely become the laughingstock of the sect."
“That’s right. The sect leader’s high regard for her is only because of her rare talent.” Another disciple patted his chest and continued, “When we get to the Sword Pool, we’ll have to rely on the disciples who are truly capable.”
They made sarcastic remarks about Chu Lengyu, but no one else chimed in. After saying a few words, they realized they were making a fool of themselves and simply shut up.
"Just wait and see, we will definitely be able to retrieve the sword from the Sword Pool. At that time, even those born with a sword heart will be completely crushed under our feet," the leading disciple thought confidently.
They continued towards the Sword Pool, as if they could already see themselves wielding spirit swords, looking down upon all others.
Behind them, Chu Lengyu continued to stroll on the mountain, completely ignoring the disciples' provocations and taunts.
The Sword Pool Trials are by no means easy; otherwise, they wouldn't have accumulated to their current scale.
She didn't remind them, because Sword Island was a trial that every disciple had to face alone, a test of the sword and the heart, and no one could help them.
The disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, filled with anticipation, quickly walked to the edge of the sword pool.
There was not a drop of water in the Sword Pool, only countless ancient swords, like dragons lying on the waves, quietly embedded in the pool.
A faint spiritual light flowed across the sword's blade, reflecting a shimmering, wondrous scene that was dazzling and mesmerizing.
They stopped and looked at each other, their burning gazes revealing excitement and barely concealed nervousness in each other's eyes.
Sword Pool, this legendary holy land, the dream destination of countless swordsmen, has finally been revealed before their eyes.
The leading disciple took a deep breath, and then resolutely stepped into the area of the sword pool first, his expression extremely firm, with the others following closely behind.
As soon as they took a step, they felt an overwhelming sword intent rushing towards them like a raging storm!
A sudden gust of wind arose, causing their robes to flutter and their hair to become disheveled.
The sword intent suddenly erupted, sharp and fierce, like a thousand horses galloping past, or like ten thousand arrows being fired simultaneously, soaring straight into the sky.
Countless sword energies merged into one, transforming into a terrifying sword beam. Facing it head-on felt like being struck solidly by a whip kick.
They immediately focused their minds and circulated their inner energy, trying to find their footing under the pressure of this powerful sword intent.
Close your eyes, clear your mind, and try to sense with your heart, hoping to find the sword that is destined for you.
Each sword in the sword pool possesses a unique spirituality; they are either proud, indifferent, unrestrained, or reserved.
The swords in the Sword Pool are no ordinary objects. They have endured countless storms and witnessed countless life-and-death separations. Each sword has undergone numerous trials before being placed in this Sword Pool. They are not something that just anyone can easily wield.
Although these disciples were full of confidence, their mental cultivation and understanding of the sword path still seemed too immature in the face of this powerful sword intent.
Before the Sword Pool, they were like a group of children facing a massive tsunami, only able to look up in awe.
Before long, they began to feel the pressure mounting, a heavy weight pressing on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.
The sword intent surged like a giant wave, crashing against their minds one after another, as if it would completely engulf them.
Their faces began to turn pale, sweat dripped from their foreheads, and all their strength was only enough to keep them standing.
Faced with this powerful sword intent, they were like duckweed in a storm, at risk of being swallowed up at any moment.
However, this is only the first test for the Sword Pool!
They didn't, and dared not, give up; they are still gritting their teeth and persevering.
After entering the path of sword cultivation, one must cultivate a sharp and unyielding spirit that allows one's sword to strike with deadly force, in order to nurture a sword heart. If one suffers a setback here, this spirit will dissipate and it will be very difficult to cultivate it again.