Chapter 23

Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaopang were watching very attentively, while Wang Meng felt a mix of amusement and exasperation, giving a basic lesson to a demigod.

The Holy Hall has nine major divisions, and among the third-generation disciples, the most outstanding are known as the Nine Heroes of the Holy Hall.

Like Jia Sidao from the Beast Taming Hall, Liang Yuan from the Immortal Source Hall, Ming Ren from the Spirit Concealment Hall, and Yang Ying from the Flying Phoenix Hall, and so on.

In Zhou Qian's markings, these are all big shots, the strongest of the strong, marked as absolutely untouchable.

In the Thunderlight Hall, the third-generation disciples are led by Zhao Guang, who is twenty-five years old, with a life mark at the seventeenth level. As a sword cultivator, he also knows some talisman cultivation techniques, making him an absolute representative of the Thunderlight Hall and one of the Nine Heroes.

"By the way, how did you provoke Zhao Guang?" Hu Jing asked.

Hu Xiaopang immediately recounted the entire incident in vivid detail, including the battle where Li Tianyi instantly killed Liang Yuan. Of course, he skipped the part about Wang Meng and Li Tianyi, as Wang Meng had requested. It wasn't that he was afraid of anyone coming after him, but he felt that the battle didn't really count as a win.

Hu Xiaopang's eloquence was truly remarkable; even if he didn't become a cultivator, he could at least be a storyteller.

Hu Jing also showed a hint of envy. Turning danger into opportunity? Danger plus opportunity, that's the world of cultivators.

"Wang Meng, I think Elder Xu has a bit of a misunderstanding about you. Should I find an opportunity to explain it to him?" Hu Jing, being perceptive, had noticed Xu Huang's unusual behavior.

Wang Meng smiled slightly, "In the face of time, nothing is needed."

Zhang Xiaopang, standing nearby, gave a thumbs up, "Brother Meng is getting more and more profound. That's a good sign."

The next morning, Wang Meng woke up early. He had slept very well last night, truly for a long time.

Wandering around Thunderlight City casually, the Holy Hall, as the largest sect of the Holy Cultivators, spans the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, and the Small Thousand World, but the layout is quite different. Since the Great Thousand World is the endpoint, the competition is more intense, and the sects' competition for immortals is fierce. The Great Thousand World is clearly limited, while the Middle Thousand World and the Small Thousand World serve as reserves. Although immortals cannot descend, there are many ways to offer benefits to the lower realms, making them obey and command the weak, which is an instinct that the strong don't need to learn.

Compared to demon cultivators, the Holy Cultivators are indeed much gentler, and among the Holy Cultivators, the Holy Hall is the most unique. The Holy Hall exists in the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, and even in the Small Thousand World, which has undergone so many changes, it is still the Holy Hall.

In his previous life, Wang Meng had encountered many experts from the Holy Hall, and one of them had saved his life in the Middle Thousand World. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the current Wang Meng. He never thought that one day he would become a disciple of the Holy Hall. This is probably karma.

The primordial energy on Thunderlight Peak is relatively dense, where the elders reside. However, Wang Meng discovered a very unique gathering place of primordial energy halfway up the mountain.

With nothing to do, Wang Meng strolled over, admiring the scenery.

No wonder the primordial energy was so abundant; it turned out to be a place where a body cultivator practiced swordsmanship, entering the path through sword cultivation, which was quite unique and interesting.

Wang Meng saw a very smooth large stone, perfectly positioned to enjoy the endless scenery halfway up the mountain. Sitting on it, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked many beautiful things in the past.

"Life is like a dream, both real and illusory, truly beautiful."

After a while, Wang Meng stood up, and a formation blocked his path.

"Sword Tomb"

Wang Meng thought of the Sword Tomb on Linlang Street. It seemed that the owner of this Sword Tomb had reached a bottleneck and was trying to find answers in the secular world. Unfortunately, he didn't have the qualifications yet.

Wang Meng's figure flickered, and he entered the Sword Tomb. Someone had intruded, and the formation suddenly activated, with hundreds of flying swords transforming into a myriad of sword lights, attacking Wang Meng.

Wang Meng smiled slightly, his gaze piercing through space, and these swords reminded him of Bu Yu.

Swish...

The sword light dissipated, leaving only ten precious swords floating in the air. Wang Meng looked at them and couldn't help but shake his head. The technique was good, but the path was wrong.

Single-mindedly pursuing the power of the sword is not a good thing for a cultivator just entering the secular world. How can one understand the essence of the sword while being lost in its power?

No wonder the owner of this place had encountered a bottleneck.

In a corner, there were some very broken swords, clearly considered failures by the owner. A broken sword caught Wang Meng's attention, and for some reason, he felt a strange connection. Picking it up, the feeling of the broken sword was quite unique.

"We have a connection. You will come with me. From today on, your name will be Broken Blade." Wang Meng was very satisfied, and such a straightforward name clearly reflected someone's nature.

Just as he was about to leave, Wang Meng stopped and muttered to himself, "I shouldn't take your things for free."

Wang Meng casually left a word on the wall— "Sacrifice."

A broken sword for a word, the other party had made a profit.

Carrying Broken Blade, Wang Meng wandered out of the Sword Tomb. The flying swords of the sword formation were in chaos, with sword light flying everywhere, but it was all just an illusion. This kind of formation was more about intimidating people than actual combat, and mental attacks were nothing to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng wandered back to his room, placed Broken Blade on the stone table, and drank in the morning sun. A new day had begun.

While Wang Meng was enjoying himself, the Thunderlight Hall was in an uproar. Someone had intruded into the Sword Tomb!

What is the Sword Tomb?

It is the holy site of the Thunderlight Hall, left behind by the body cultivator ancestor Thunder, one of the six founding ancestors of the Holy Hall. Inside are the precious swords forged by Thunder, which every sword cultivator in the Holy Hall aspires to.

If one could obtain a sword from the Sword Tomb, it would save ten years of hard cultivation!

Otherwise, why would Zhao Guang from the Zhao family come to the weak Thunderlight Hall? Only the disciples of the Thunderlight Hall can enter the Sword Tomb by passing through the sword formation.

In the Holy Hall, there is a saying: "The Sword Tomb of the Thunderlight Hall saves ten years, the talismans of the Spirit Concealment Hall are a foot longer, the elixirs of the Immortal Source Hall are more potent, the magical tools of the Fire Cloud Hall are the real deal, the spirit beasts of the Beast Taming Hall fill the streets, the beauties of the Flying Phoenix Hall are the most beautiful in the world, the primordial energy of the Hundred Herbs Hall is like a spring, the disciples of the Horizontal Mountain Hall are like hooligans, and the threshold of the Dao Light Hall is the highest."

Xu Huang and the others arrived outside the Sword Tomb. The Sword Tomb had already returned to calm, but it was clear that someone had entered and exited the formation unscathed.

"This person is highly cultivated, it's definitely not the work of the disciples!" Zhao Ya said, a bit worried.

"The sword formation left by the ancestor would be a dead end for ordinary people. Could it be that the ancestor himself has come?"

"I heard the ancestor is in seclusion. Besides, he hasn't been to Thunderlight for many years. Should we go in and check?"

Only Thunderlight Hall disciples under thirty can attempt to enter the Sword Tomb. This is what Thunder left behind to repay a past favor. Without the Sword Tomb, the Thunderlight Hall would be nothing.

Xu Huang and the others were indeed very worried. They had arrived quickly, but the intruder had already vanished without a trace, and most strangely, there was no sign of any disturbance.

Just as the four were hesitating, an elderly figure appeared silently.