Chapter 94

This feeling, it definitely won't be wrong.

In the Sword Forest, Xing Feng felt the sword intent emitted by the Sword Forest, although he couldn't successfully comprehend it, it didn't stop him from remembering this feeling.

When facing Zheng Gang, Lu Xuan didn't reveal his sword intent, but now, facing this middle-aged steward, he finally used it.

The middle-aged steward's strength reached the seventh level of Body Tempering. Even without using sword intent, Lu Xuan could still defeat him, but what Lu Xuan wanted now was not to defeat him, but to intimidate him.

He didn't have a powerful reputation like being in the top ten of the overall rankings. To intimidate this middle-aged steward, he could only rely on his own powerful strength, so Lu Xuan didn't hesitate to use the sword intent he had recently comprehended.

Lu Xuan slowly raised the tip of his sword, a sharp killing intent tightly locking onto the middle-aged steward's brow.

Faced with this sudden change, the middle-aged steward was drenched in cold sweat. He felt as if an extremely sharp needle had pierced his brow, ready to plunge deep at any moment. His right hand, holding a single saber, didn't dare to move at all, fearing that if he made a mistake, the guy in front of him, who claimed to be a newcomer, would attack him without hesitation.

Yes, in the eyes of the current middle-aged steward, Lu Xuan was just a self-proclaimed newcomer. If he were really a newcomer, how could he be so powerful, making him unable to move with just his aura, and his intuition told him that this aura was very likely the one-in-a-million sword intent.

He was a member of the Saber Sect and had been working in the Martial Skills Pavilion for several years. Every disciple entering the Martial Skills Pavilion had to pay a certain amount of "entry fee" to him. This was already a well-known fact among the many disciples of the Wind Sword Sect. Although some people were dissatisfied and had caused trouble more than once, it always ended in vain, and they still had to pay the fee obediently in the end.

This was because he collected the "entry fee" not for himself but mostly for the Saber Sect. In a sense, he was just a spokesperson for the Saber Sect. Because of this, he, a mere steward, dared to openly challenge all the disciples. If anything went wrong, the Saber Sect would naturally step in to protect him. Over time, this became the second rule for entering the Martial Skills Pavilion.

The arrogance of the Saber Sect was evident. Relying on their powerful strength, they held all the lucrative positions, and the contribution points they gained were fed back to the Saber Sect. This was one of the reasons why the Saber Sect became stronger while the Sword Sect became weaker.

Of course, these stewards who held lucrative positions were not without discernment. Their targets for skimming profits were mostly newcomers and older students with less strength, such as the group led by Lin Shao who entered earlier, whom they wouldn't dare to offend.

But who knew, after always preying on others, today he was the one who got hurt, encountering Lu Xuan.

"Take your hand off." Lu Xuan's aura didn't diminish, and his sword intent didn't fade as he said calmly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged steward hurriedly withdrew his left hand from the card reader. He wasn't stupid; at his age, he had long lost his sharpness. He knew very well who he could offend and who he couldn't.

Regardless of whether Lu Xuan was really a newcomer, the fact that he could intimidate him with his aura at the fifth level of Body Tempering meant that he would surely become famous in the future. Even if he couldn't do anything to the Saber Sect, he, as a spokesperson for the Saber Sect, would definitely not have a good end. Thus, he decisively chose to submit.

"If I had known you had such strength, I wouldn't have dared to offend you. I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against a small person. Please, all of you, come in." The middle-aged steward forced a smile and said to Lu Xuan, having already quietly put away his weapon.

Lu Xuan was somewhat taken aback by this guy who changed his attitude faster than turning a page. He didn't expect that he, who seemed so tough earlier, would immediately become submissive after just showing his hand.

"Aren't you going to make me drink the penalty wine?" Lu Xuan said with a playful smile.

"I don't want to, but it's my job. If I don't do it well, I'll lose this lucrative position. I hope you can be lenient and tolerate me." The middle-aged steward said with a mournful face. Everyone has their own difficulties; who would want to be a bad guy every day?

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Since this guy had submitted, Lu Xuan didn't bother to argue with him. As for his continued collection of "entry fees" from other newcomers, Lu Xuan didn't want to interfere, and he probably couldn't anyway. Existence is reasonable. Since this second rule had existed for so long, it wasn't that simple. With his current strength, it was already good enough to ensure that he and his companions wouldn't suffer a loss.

With the sword intent withdrawn, the long sword was slowly sheathed, and Lu Xuan handed it back to Lin Xinyi. Without the threat of sword intent, the middle-aged steward couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Lu Xuan's sword intent, though not as vast as that in the Sword Forest, was more sharp and concentrated, and in terms of threat, it far surpassed the Sword Forest.

The four of them brushed their badges through the card slot one by one. This time, the middle-aged steward naturally didn't dare to stop them. In his mind, the status of the four of them had already been elevated to the same level as the previous Lin Shao.

"This is my first time coming to the Martial Skills Pavilion. Are there any other rules? Please tell me." Lu Xuan asked. Since he had successfully intimidated this guy, he might as well use him as a free tour guide.

Hearing this, the middle-aged steward muttered to himself, "It's his first time, so he must be a newcomer. If a newcomer is this powerful, what will happen in the future!"

Although he thought this, he didn't dare to be negligent in his words, "The Martial Skills Pavilion has three floors. You can enter the first floor if you have more than one hundred contribution points. The stairs to the second and third floors are sealed with barriers. If your badge doesn't have enough contribution points, you can't go up."

"Also, to ensure that martial skills and cultivation techniques are not leaked, the martial skills and techniques in the Martial Skills Pavilion cannot be taken out. You can only view them inside the pavilion. Each floor has many meditation rooms for the disciples to use. Using a room on the first floor costs five contribution points per day, fifty points on the second floor, and five hundred points on the third floor..."

The middle-aged steward didn't hide anything and revealed all the information about the Martial Skills Pavilion. However, the consumption of contribution points in the Martial Skills Pavilion made Lu Xuan somewhat speechless. Staying on the third floor for a day required five hundred contribution points, and he only had enough to stay for about twenty days.

After listening to the middle-aged steward's explanation, Lu Xuan nodded slightly and didn't linger, leading the three of them straight into the Martial Skills Pavilion. He wanted to see what good things the Wind Sword Sect's Martial Skills Pavilion had.

"Sir, please wait. May I ask your name? Next time you come, I can address you properly." The middle-aged steward smiled and said.

Lu Xuan didn't stop walking and, just before entering the Martial Skills Pavilion, he said two words: "Lu Xuan."