Chapter 74

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Beside the Sword Washing Pool, apart from the later arrivals Wujiao, Wang Bi, and Lu Zhi, the two previous cultivators were still standing there, perhaps out of curiosity, still watching.

Wujiao was even more curious, wanting to test his own destiny. This destiny was different from that of ordinary people; it was about how far one could go on the path of immortality and what realm one could reach. In simple terms, it was about whether one could ultimately become an immortal!

Now that he had accidentally entered the path of immortality, it would be a lie to say he didn't care. If immortality was truly within reach, putting aside grudges and emotions, at least he could live a life with Ziyun, and that would make his life worthwhile!

Above the Sword Pool, Lu Zhi had already thrown his flying sword. The stone platform in the middle of the pool was about fifteen to sixteen zhang away, and ordinary wind-riding techniques were hard to cross. He followed the method, added a bit of force, and instantly landed on the stone platform in the middle. He then used his cultivation to drive the sword light. After a while, the sword light returned, and the calm water surface still had the sword light circling. It was like a fleeting beauty, lingering in the reflection. But after a moment, the sword light slowly dissipated, and the Sword Pool returned to calm.

Wujiao still couldn't understand and turned to the side.

Wang Bi explained at the right time: "According to legend, one must manifest seven sword lights on the Sword Pool to be considered a holy sword cultivator! Although it's one in ten thousand, we still strive for it, hoping to become a great predecessor one day..."

Lu Zhi returned gracefully, looking a bit dejected. The two cultivators watching from a distance shook their heads and mocked.

Wang Bi's words had just ended when he followed the flying sword to the Sword Pool. After another round of sword light circling, he also returned without success, but he had expected it. He lightly gestured and said, "Senior Brother He! Don't let this trip be in vain..." He landed and turned, greeting the two watching disciples: "Senior Brothers, did you gain anything just now..."

Wujiao didn't pay attention to Wang Bi and Lu Zhi's movements, but was still interested in observing the Sword Pool and the stone platform in the water, and couldn't help but smile.

He was not a true cultivator, let alone a sword saint. But since he had encountered this Sword Washing Pool, he might as well play around a bit.

Thinking this, he leaped up, crossed the pool water, and floated straight for more than ten zhang. But when he was still three to five zhang away from the stone platform, his body began to fall. He hurriedly threw a flying sword, using it for support, and finally landed on the stone platform. He then drove the sword light to circle around for a while. After a moment, he retracted the flying sword and focused his attention, but couldn't help being slightly surprised.

In the pool, the water was shimmering all around. But no matter how far or near, there was not a trace of sword light. It seemed that he had just been entertaining himself, with no connection to the natural world!

What a strange thing!

Others could create strange phenomena in the Sword Pool, but why was there no reaction when it was his turn? Could the gap between cultivators and ordinary people be so clear?

"Ha ha! This brother's cultivation might not be weak, but he can't move the Sword Pool. It seems his bones are coarse, and his realm is limited..."

"Bang—"

"How dare you..."

"Don't run..."

Wujiao was still stunned when he heard the voices and was even more surprised.

The two cultivators who were watching and laughing suddenly attacked. Caught off guard, one of them was pierced through by Wang Bi's sword. The other turned and fled, but Wang Bi and Lu Zhi chased after him, clearly intending to take advantage of the situation to eliminate all and rob them!

They were all disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain, yet they showed no mercy. Such cold-blooded cruelty was truly astonishing!

Wujiao was stunned for a moment, shook his head in amazement, and thought about leaving, but couldn't help looking at the calm, mirror-like pool water.

If his bones were so coarse that even the Sword Washing Pool would reject him, how could he bear it...

He was indignant and raised his arm. A black light slowly overflowed from his palm, then condensed into a three-foot-long sharp blade, which he suddenly threw. On the water surface, the sword light immediately circled, and a killing aura spread. But after a moment, he found it boring.

He was just an ordinary person, why should he compete with a strange pool? It would be better to leave as soon as possible. Wang Bi and Lu Zhi were becoming more and more unreasonable, so it was best to keep a distance from them!

Wujiao reached out to retrieve the magic sword. In an instant, he was suddenly stunned.

The black magic sword was still circling. On the water surface, a white sword shadow appeared, as if a reflection, but also different, looking quite strange.

Was he seeing things?

He blinked hard, then was even more surprised.

The sword shadow, which was originally faint, suddenly broke free from the water, closely following the magic sword, circling rapidly on the Sword Pool. It was like a shadow, yet real, like a playful child who had suddenly found a companion, exuding a mysterious joy. As the two swords circled, a cold and piercing killing aura spread in all directions!

Could it be the magic sword acting up again?

Wujiao didn't have time to think and reached out to grab the sword. The magic sword was obedient, instantly turning into a black light and returning, disappearing into his palm. However, the sword shadow on the Sword Pool was still circling on the water.

Hmm, it's not over yet...

He was still amazed and then even more astonished.

The sword shadow, about a foot long, seemed like a fish that had broken free from its restraints, flying happily on the surface of the Sword Pool. The bright white light and the moving reflection were like a meteor, racing with irresistible force, galloping freely between heaven and earth.

In an instant, another sword shadow broke the water, shimmering with a red light, also about a foot long and extremely sharp. Then green, black, yellow, golden, and silver sword lights appeared one after another, chasing each other, like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses galloping, with a vast and imposing momentum, like a battle formation, with unpredictable killing intent that made people tremble. Each sword light had a different aura...

Wujiao felt dizzy and couldn't imagine it.

Seven sword lights appearing on the Sword Pool meant a holy sword cultivator? Is this a joke? I don't even have a spiritual root...

He still couldn't believe it, but the strange phenomenon on the Sword Pool didn't stop.

The seven sword lights suddenly slowed down from their rapid circling and scattered in the four directions of the water, each flickering, like seven stars in the night sky, distant and mysterious, yet close and within reach.

At this moment, the water surface, shimmering with starlight, suddenly rippled. It was like a breeze over a pond, with ripples layering. It seemed like the chaos was opening, and the universe was vast. In an instant, two more sword shadows suddenly appeared, then disappeared, as if they were clearly present. The seven sword lights, which were still slow, seemed to be called or stimulated, gradually left the water and shone brightly, then suddenly exploded.

Above the Sword Washing Pool, countless stars appeared, with mysterious auras, as if the universe was boundless and the starry sky vast.

At this moment, it was like the heavens had descended, and being here made one's heart and mind uneasy and at a loss. Perhaps only by bowing down and accepting one's fate could one find a moment of peace in fear and awe. Even if one died, there would be no regrets!

While Wujiao was still stunned, another strange change occurred.

The countless stars suddenly began to spin wildly, like a reversed galaxy or a collapsing star domain. They then condensed into a single sword light, enormous and incomparably sharp, as if it had instantly pierced through the mountain cave, broken through the sky, and reached the heavens...

"Senior Brother He..."

At this moment, two figures appeared in a panic. The leader was Wang Bi, followed by Lu Zhi. Both held flying swords, looking hurried, but they didn't forget to loot the belongings of the cultivator they had killed. Just as they were about to continue fleeing, they both paused slightly.

In the cave where the Sword Washing Pool was located, there seemed to be a faint starlight fading away. Along with it, a previously unseen aura, both terrifying and awe-inspiring, was also disappearing. A person was standing in the middle of the water, hands outstretched, as if in deep thought, with a blank look, not knowing what he was doing.

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi exchanged a quick glance, raised a flying sword, and threw it backward, calling out again, "Senior Brother He, the treasure is in hand, hurry and escape..."

Before he finished speaking, six figures emerged from the cave entrance. From the clothing of one of them, it was clear that it was the one who had fled earlier, accompanied by others, angrily saying, "Hmph, no one can escape..."

Wang Bi and Lu Zhi hurriedly rushed to the cave entrance opposite the Sword Washing Pool, but before they could leave, they turned back in panic, looking helpless, "A momentary mistake led to the death of that senior brother. Please don't blame us; we three will apologize. What do you think, Senior Brother He..." He seemed to be seeking approval, and his call to Senior Brother He was very sincere.

"Swish—"

The flying sword, supported by magic, moved slowly forward but, ignored by everyone, eventually fell into the water with a splash.

The six people were about to pursue when they suddenly saw another accomplice in the Sword Washing Pool, realizing they had been ambushed, and stopped. The leader of the group looked at the figure on the stone platform in the water and said coldly, "Where does this Senior Brother He come from, and why did you kill my Yellow Dragon Valley junior brother?"

The so-called "Senior Brother He" seemed to be slow to react, only now coming to his senses. He silently watched the flying sword fall into the water, then slowly raised his head, his eyes faintly shimmering with starlight, and muttered to himself, "It is said that seven swords manifest the holy, but why are there nine swords like stars..."

Around the Sword Washing Pool, nine disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain stood, plus the dead body on the ground, all silent, looking at the strange "Senior Brother He" with puzzled eyes.

Wujiao suddenly pointed at the muscular man and said in surprise, "Hey, aren't you the senior brother who roasted crickets? I recognize you. But..." He grinned and asked, "I come from Yellow Dragon Valley, why have I never seen any of you?"

The muscular man snorted, unimpressed, "So what? Do you think you can leave Dragon Creek Gorge alive?"

Wujiao waved his arm, picked up the flying sword from the water, and threw it back, shaking his head, "Good things don't happen to me, but bad things do. The trouble you two caused has nothing to do with me!"

Wang Bi urged, "Senior Brother He, we three must share the same fate..."

Lu Zhi took the flying sword and echoed, "Yes, yes, share the same fate..."

Although they said this, they didn't hesitate, turned around, and ran into the cave.

The muscular man waved his hand, leading three people in pursuit. The remaining two companions stayed in place, each summoning their flying swords, ready to attack.

Seeing no hope of escape, Wujiao sighed, "Why must fellow disciples fight each other..."

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