Chapter 79

There was no suspense; Qin Feng also entered the pending queue.

In the queue, more than ninety percent of the people had a look of disappointment on their faces, but among them, Qiu Huizi had an expression of secret anticipation.

"Hey, this is interesting. What does this old man want to do? Could he be thinking of...?" Thinking of a certain possibility, Qin Feng suddenly felt he might be overthinking it. After all, this was Shujian Mountain.

Another wait, but this time, the mood was quite different.

Since his own fate was already determined, he mostly observed others' joy or disappointment.

For a whole day, nearly ten thousand people were tested one after another. Finally, just before the mountain was about to close, the Ask Immortal Stone flashed with a blinding light, and a sharp golden aura shot up into the sky, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present. Even the white-haired elder, who had been drowsy and hadn't even lifted his eyelids, was now surprised, opened his eyes, glanced at the Ask Immortal Stone, and then had a look of joy on his face.

"Earth Xuan Root! And it's a Sharp Metal attribute Xuan Root! Simply a natural-born Sword Immortal, I want this disciple, hahaha!"

"What, you want him? This disciple is mine, don't try to snatch him from me!"

...

"Alright, stop arguing, I'll take this disciple!"

The last to speak was the white-haired elder. As soon as he spoke, the other Shujian Mountain elders, though clearly unwilling, did not dare to oppose him, clearly showing his high status within Shujian Mountain.

Qin Feng specially noticed the cultivator with the Earth Xuan Root, a young man with a scar over his left eye, standing quietly there, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, making people feel refreshed.

He vaguely heard someone whisper that his name was Bai Ye.

Indeed, he was a good seedling, no wonder these old fellows were arguing red-faced.

After that, there were basically no more Xuan Roots with dual attributes or more.

As the sky grew darker, the Xuan Root test finally ended.

Those directly selected to join the inner sect were only a few hundred, while the vast majority were pending.

Each Shujian Mountain elder, followed by several disciples, got up and led them back to their respective peaks after the Xuan Root test ended.

The remaining pending candidates still stood on the square, waiting.

"First-round pending candidates, rest here for the night. Tomorrow, enter the Burial Sword Mountain for the sword test!"

A broad-faced middle-aged steward stepped forward and announced.

"Rest here? The treatment difference is too big!"

Many people called out in dissatisfaction. The broad-faced middle-aged steward's face turned stern, and he scolded, "Don't forget, you are not yet Shujian Mountain disciples. Letting you rest here is already a special favor. If you are unwilling, it will be considered as giving up the opportunity, and I will send you down the mountain!"

With these words, the entire venue fell silent!

The disparity in treatment due to the difference in talent was stark. Many people, though uncomfortable, chose to endure it.

After all, no one wanted to lose the opportunity to enter Shujian Mountain.

Qin Feng sat down on the spot and glanced at Qiu Huizi beside him. This little old man's eyes were rolling around, clearly having some new idea.

Qin Feng turned his head, pretending to look in another direction, but his attention was entirely on Qiu Huizi.

As night deepened and many people were resting on the ground.

Taking advantage of the drowsiness of the surrounding people, Qiu Huizi suddenly pretended to be in a hurry to urinate and got up to go out. With so many people, the noise was loud, and those going out to relieve themselves were not few, so no one would notice Qiu Huizi.

Qin Feng's gaze, however, remained fixed on Qiu Huizi.

He saw this little old man, after leaving the crowd, walk straight to the broad-faced steward. After a low conversation in the darkness, Qin Feng noticed Qiu Huizi taking out a bulging small package from his storage bag and giving it to the middle-aged steward. The latter patted Qiu Huizi's shoulder, handed him a small piece of paper, and whispered a few words in his ear, making Qiu Huizi extremely delighted.

"Indeed...!"

Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately understood. This was clearly a bribe.

No wonder Qiu Huizi was so confident and not worried at all. It seemed he had already made preparations beforehand.

After Qiu Huizi returned, the excitement in his eyes had not yet faded. He sat down, turned his back to Qin Feng, and secretly looked at the small piece of paper.

Qin Feng sneered inwardly.

During the night, more than a hundred people went to see the broad-faced middle-aged steward. Qin Feng remembered each of them in his mind.

The next morning, just as the sky was barely bright, everyone was woken up by the broad-faced steward.

"Get up, today is the second round, the sword test!"

"See that black peak floating in front of you? That is our Shujian Mountain's Burial Sword Peak! The mysteries of this peak are extraordinary, capable of burying countless flying swords. After you climb the mountain, no matter what method you use, if you can take a flying sword from the mountain, you will qualify to become an outer sect disciple of Shujian Mountain!"

With these words, the eyes of the disciples who came to pay respects immediately lit up!

So simple? Just take a sword to become an outer sect disciple? Most people's eyes were filled with a fiery glow.

Qin Feng, however, frowned.

Take a sword? A joke. Not to mention that flying swords have spirits and will only choose the best masters, and these disciples with the highest four attributes are rarely chosen by flying swords. Without the sword summoning technique, they can hardly take a flying sword from this extraordinary mountain by brute force or luck. This is an impossible task.

This is just a step given by Shujian Mountain.

The meaning is clear: although your talent is not good, we are not unwilling to accept you; it's just that you cannot gain the recognition of the flying swords, so you lack the ability to become a sword cultivator.

Don't blame Shujian Mountain; blame yourself!

Hypocrisy!

Since entering Shujian Mountain, Qin Feng's impressions of Shujian Mountain had significantly diminished.

Following the crowd, Qin Feng started climbing from the main peak, using the connecting suspension ladders between the peaks.

These peaks seemed to be right in front of them, but after actually walking on the suspension ladders, they found that they were actually very far. The Shujian Mountain disciples, due to their flying swords, stood on their flying swords, maintaining order in the air.

The pending disciples below, however, were sweating profusely, striving to climb towards the Burial Sword Peak, where their dreams lay. Just by taking a sword, they could become a part of Shujian Mountain, just like the disciples flying in the sky, and soar to the sky!

After about half a day of climbing, the suspension ladders gradually reached the end.

Before them was a mountain covered with swords!

This was the Sword Mountain, the Sword Graveyard!

So many that it was astonishing, so many that it was terrifying!

Each sword was half-embedded in the mountain, with various shapes, including short swords, long swords, and broad swords; in various postures, some straight, some slanted, some half-lying, and even some completely buried in the ground, only the hilt exposed.

The entire mountain was densely packed with them.

Everyone who came here drew a sharp breath. How many swords would it take to form such a spectacular scene?

This was a graveyard of swords. Even if all the flying swords in the entire Yunqi Kingdom were gathered together, they might not have such a large number, such a spectacular scene.

But where did these swords come from?

Everyone had this question in their hearts.

Qin Feng also had this question, but he soon learned the answer from the broad-faced steward.

The broad-faced steward, with a proud look on his face, pointed to the Burial Sword Peak and explained to everyone, "You must be wondering where these swords come from, right? I can tell you that this Burial Sword Peak was found by our Shujian Mountain's founding ancestor, along with dozens of Tian Gang realm experts, after exploring an ancient relic. It took a great deal of effort to barely transport this peak back intact. At that time, the peak was already embedded with countless precious swords. Later, after thousands of years of collection and accumulation by our Shujian Mountain's later generations, it gradually formed such a scale."

"Each flying sword here has great spirituality. If you gain their recognition, it means you have a connection with Shujian Mountain, and you can naturally stay and become an outer sect disciple."

"Alright, you can choose your flying sword. The time limit is one incense stick, but I must remind you that although the Burial Sword Peak is filled with countless swords, it is also extremely steep and full of danger. If you are careless and fall from the Burial Sword Peak while trying to take a sword, Shujian Mountain will not be responsible!"

As soon as the broad-faced cultivator finished speaking, the disciples first glanced at each other and then rushed to the Burial Sword Peak, each searching for their own precious sword.

Qin Feng also followed the crowd, left the suspension ladder, and stepped onto the Burial Sword Peak...

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