Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 427 Scales in the Pond

"May I ask your name, brother?"

"Oh! My name is Chi Zhonglin, which is taken from the saying that a golden scale cannot be kept in a pond. When encountering wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon. How about it? Isn't it particularly majestic and domineering?" The second brother Chi Zhonglin said proudly.

"Golden Scales... um... what a good name, what a good name."

Zhong Lin glanced at Chi Zhonglin strangely, and couldn't help but think of a great god named Hou.

Brother Tao!
Snapped!
What are you thinking? It's so dirty.

"Haha, you think it sounds nice too, right? Let me tell you, I'm most satisfied with my name. I heard that you've cultivated a secret technique for the battlefield, and that your body can transform into a dragon. Come back and teach me. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any loss. I'll also teach you some secret techniques."

"……it is good."

"Come on, I'll take you up the mountain."

As he spoke, he pulled Zhong Lin towards the top of the mountain.

"We have a small number of people in the Sword Pavilion, and there are only four of us including you. Our eldest brother is away all year round, so I'll introduce you to him when I have the chance. But being small doesn't mean being weak. Didn't that Third Saint Son bully you? When our eldest brother comes back, let him take you to get back at us."

"Is the eldest brother so powerful?"

Zhong Lin asked curiously.

Chi Zhonglin turned his head and said with a half-smile, "My eldest brother's name is Tu Ye, what do you think?"

Zhong Lin's pupils dilated when he heard this, and a huge sense of arrogance rose in his heart.

Tu Ye.

The First Holy Son.

A powerful person who has reached the perfect state of Nirvana is only one step away from becoming a king.

Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin on the shoulder and said proudly, "Our eldest brother has no other advantages except that he protects his subordinates. That Third Saint Son had better know his place and apologize to you. Otherwise, eldest brother will definitely beat the shit out of him. Hehe, it will be a good show to watch then."

As they were talking, the two of them had already flown to the top of the mountain, looking down at the "Sword Mountain" in front of them.

"Welcome to the Sword Pavilion. This is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. Before their death, every disciple of the Sword Pavilion would leave their life-defining weapons in this mountain. They would also collect spiritual swords imbued with sword spirits. Over time, this became a mountain of swords. Look over there! This is the place I prepared for my Han Yan."

Chi Zhonglin pointed to a place on the top of the mountain and said loudly.

Zhong Lin also looked in the direction of the sight, and then screamed, feeling as if both of his eyes were half pierced by needles, the pain was unbearable.

"Hahaha."

Chi Zhonglin held his stomach and laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, haha... This is an old tradition between us. I was tricked by my senior brother in the past."

After a long while, Zhong Lin finally let go of his hands. His eyes were already red, as if he had conjunctivitis.

"Second Brother, what's your cultivation level?" Zhong Lin asked casually. "Hey, I asked this question before. Life and Death Realm, if you want to challenge me, you'll have to practice hard!"

Chi Zhonglin said with a smile, in a good mood.

After being cheated by his senior brother, he always wanted to cheat the next one, but he waited for so many years before he finally got Zhong Lin. Now that his wish has come true, he is in a very good mood.

"The swords on the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb are made of anything, not just sword intent. The stronger the sword intent, the higher the position. Of course, the more advanced the spiritual sword, the stronger the sword intent. My current sword can only be inserted into the mountainside at best. Every sword on this Sword Mountain was once a beloved item of a swordsman disciple. There are treasures and even kingly weapons among them, but without exception, they all stop at the top of the mountain. The sword at the top is the most respected. In the future, you can choose a location based on your own cultivation to temper your own sword intent."

Zhong Lin nodded, and used his spiritual energy to circulate his eyes and look towards Jianshan again.

As the sight continues to climb, there are fewer and fewer swords on the sword body. After reaching a certain height, there are also some treasures among them, but without exception, they all stop before the top of the mountain, and the sword at the top is the most respected.

The higher he looked, the more painful Zhong Lin's eyes became. When he saw the sword at the top, a powerful sword intent rushed into his eyes, scaring him so much that he quickly looked away.

However, this quick glance had already allowed him to see the true face of Mount Lu.

It was a long, pitch-black sword covered in moss, as if the terrifying sword intent was useless. The sword was several feet tall, and was wrapped in thick chains, as if it was not a sword, but a prehistoric beast imprisoned in a cage.

The bracelet was covered in rust and indelible bloodstains, as if it had been weathered by thousands of years.

"How is it? Isn't that sword majestic?"

Chi Zhonglin sighed, "The name of this sword is even more powerful. It's called Slashing God. It's said that this sword once killed a real god. I don't know if it's true or not, but that's what Master said anyway."

"Senior brother, are there really gods in the world?" Zhong Lin asked curiously.

"Of course I do. Isn't the path we're on now the path to becoming a god?"

Chi Zhonglin gave Zhong Lin a strange look and said, "Postnatal, Innate, Spiritual Essence, Transcendent, Mysterious Pill, Yin and Yang, Life and Death, Nirvana, King, Emperor, God. Each of these steps is about stepping onto the path of the gods and becoming a god who controls everything. Moreover, the sect records that since the establishment of the holy land, a total of five ancestors have transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven, including the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, Patriarch Baiyun. These are all living examples. This sword that can kill gods was left by Patriarch Baiyun."

When talking about the name of Baiyun Patriarch, the eyes of Chi Zhonglin, who was always lazy, were full of admiration.

"Our Sword Pavilion's Patriarch started learning swordsmanship at the age of six, and by the age of eight he was already world-renowned for his swordsmanship. At the age of nine, he gained enlightenment by observing hundreds of sword techniques and became a master. At that time, no one could teach him swordsmanship. He then learned from the heavens and the earth, taking the mountains, rivers, plants, the sun, the moon, and the rivers as his teachers. Over a hundred years, he became unrivaled in the way of the sword. Together with the founder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, Jian Yufan, they founded the Heavenly Sword Holy Land. Later, they created the Sword Domain and swept across the entire Eastern Wilderness. Throughout his life, he traversed the world, fought in over ten thousand battles, and except for Patriarch Yufan, he was undefeated. He even created the magical power 'Guiyuan Sword Embryo'. He is a truly great master with great magical powers. Unfortunately, our Sword Pavilion has been passed down for countless thousands of years, with so many sword prodigies, but no one has reached his level."

"Master, can't I do that too?"

"Master? The old man is not even close. He just relies on the God-Slaying Sword to show off his power. The God-Slaying Sword is an imperial weapon. If I had it in my hands, I would be able to beat him to pieces..."

Chi Zhonglin was talking when he felt a darkening above his head. He saw that his master Xi Xuan had returned without him noticing and was looking at him with a dark face.
"Master... Master, when did you come back?" Chi Zhonglin's face turned pale and his voice became trembling.

"I just got back. Keep talking. What can you do to me if you get the God-Slaying Sword?"

"Ah... well... Master... I haven't collected my clothes yet. I'll go collect them first."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away, so fast that even Zhong Lin didn't see his afterimage.

"I will beat you to death, you traitor and traitor."

Master Xi Xuan snorted coldly, and slapped the air with his right hand. A huge handprint fell from the sky, accompanied by a muffled sound, and directly knocked the scales in the pool into the ground.

(End of this chapter)