Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 228 You're not in the group chat.

He doesn't usually interfere in the sect's internal affairs, but he has heard that the sect has provided a lot of support for this medium-sized sect called Zhengyang Sect.

If you've received support, you should at least demonstrate some strength, right?
Since this disciple was taken along by the elders of the Zhengyang Sect on their mission, he must be the most outstanding disciple in the Zhengyang Sect.

Now is the perfect time for the elite disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect to gather. Why not let the best disciple of the Zheng Yang Sect compete with the disciples of the Pure Yang Sword Sect?
If he's lucky enough to win one or two games, he'll be a promising talent, and we could consider bringing him in.

Even if he can't win, he can still let the envoy from the Zhengyang Sect know the difference in their strength between the two sects.

After all, those mid-sized sects have quite ambitious goals these days, and it wouldn't be bad to give them a good warning if the opportunity presented itself.

No wonder these deacons and elders are better off doing it themselves; they didn't even consider such a simple matter.

Looking across the entire Chunyang Sword Sect, can you find another loyal minister as devoted to the sect as I am?

Upon hearing the elder's suggestion, Lin Jian's eyes lit up. "Really?"

After truly comprehending the sword intent, he hasn't had the chance to compete with cultivators of similar skill level yet.

Right now, all the disciples of the Chunyang Sword Sect are competing. What's more direct than watching from the sidelines and experiencing it firsthand?
Unexpectedly, the other elders who heard the elder's suggestion all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"No, no, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Young friend Lin is a distinguished guest of our sect. How can we allow him to compete with our disciples on stage?"

"Elder Fang, there's no need to bring this up again. Young friend Lin has suffered a lot these past few days while refining pills for our sect, so it's not a good time for him to fight with others."

The elder who made the suggestion frowned and remained silent, silently repeating it to himself.

"Fine! So you're all protecting an outsider like this. It's just a pill formula, why are you all turning your backs on me?"

Seeing that no one was bringing it up again, the elders who had gone to see the forest together that day secretly wiped away their sweat.

'That was close! We almost shattered the Dao hearts of our disciples...'

They were able to pass through the mountain gate left by the founder, including the Sword Ascension Pool. Their sword skills were far superior to those of the disciples in the sect.

Even if the top disciple of each lineage might be able to hold his own against him, it's still not a sure thing.

What if the final winner of the Five Meridians Sword Selection is a disciple from another sect? Wouldn't that be a disgrace to the Pure Yang Sword Sect?
Even if the eldest disciple wins, wouldn't the other disciples' Dao hearts collapse if they knew they were brutally beaten by a disciple from another sect?
Seeing the elders of the Chunyang Sword Sect so protective of their disciples' transmission of skills and scriptures, they were deeply moved.

The two looked at each other and sighed in their spiritual connection.

There are still more good people than bad in the world.

"They didn't even take this opportunity to suppress them. The Pure Yang Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a large sect; they have a grand vision."

Amidst much anticipation, the Five Meridians Sword Selection began.

Disciples from the five metal, wood, water, fire, and earth elements took turns on stage, displaying a variety of sword techniques.

As a pure sword-cultivation sect, the Chunyang Sword Sect has far more sword techniques and methods passed down within its ranks than the Zhengyang Sect.

Each disciple has countless sword techniques to choose from when they are at the same level. Even when disciples from the same lineage are competing, you can see all kinds of sword techniques with completely different styles displaying their prowess on the field.

One after another, they take the stage, and even the pure sword cultivators' duels can be dazzling to watch.

The Five Meridians Sword Selection lasted for two days. After rounds of elimination matches, the top disciple of each of the five meridians was finally determined.

Except for the eldest disciple of the Burning Heaven Sword Lineage, the eldest disciples of the other four sword lines all remained unchanged.

Those disciples who occupy the position of chief disciple of the sword lineage all possess genuine talent and skill. Apart from the group of sword cultivators from the Burning Heaven Sword Lineage whose fiery personalities lead to a significant difference in their performance levels, the performance of the other chief disciples of the sword lineage is quite stable.

Without the aid of elixirs, disciples like Xiao Jian ultimately failed to create the myth of ordinary disciples achieving a comeback.

Lin Jian felt his eyes were opened after watching the entire Five Meridians Sword Selection. As a large sect, the Pure Yang Sword Sect's disciples were all exceptionally strong.

There are countless disciples of Xiao Jian's caliber under normal circumstances. Several disciples even fought to a draw against their respective senior brothers in the sword lineage, with the outcome decided by the slightest margin.

Ultimately, two outstanding disciples, along with five senior disciples of the Sword Clan and two elders from the sect seeking breakthroughs, a total of nine people, were selected to participate in this Sword Ruins Secret Realm.

Faced with the announced results, some disciples who were unaware of the situation were filled with doubt.

He counted on his fingers for a long time before finally muttering doubtfully, "What's going on? Why are there only nine spots this time?"

The disciple next to him, also looking puzzled, chimed in, "Perhaps we forgot to mention it?"

The elder in charge of announcing the results smiled at the bewildered disciples in the training ground. "Of course, I know you all still have questions. Every time the Sword Ruins Secret Realm opens, ten disciples are selected, so why are there only nine this time?"

"That's because we have a special guest who will be exploring the Sword Ruins Secret Realm with everyone this time."

At the elder's signal, Lin Jianyu flew down from the floating platform on his sword and came to the elder and the other nine companions who were about to explore the secret realm together.

"This is Lin Jian, an outstanding disciple of our friendly sect, Zheng Yang Sect."

"These ten people beside me are all the candidates selected by our sect to participate in the Sect Secret Realm Sword Ruins this time!"

The surrounding area of ​​the training ground erupted in chaos as people looked at the completely unfamiliar forest. "What?! They actually allowed a disciple from an outer sect to enter our sect's secret realm?"

"Why? This tenth spot should have been our Senior Brother Chang Li's! His performance speaks for itself. It turns out that this guy from another sect stole his spot!"

"Oh my god? That stinking outsider from the Pure Yang Sword Sect has come begging for food! Speak! Are you a lackey of the Sword Sect?"

"Those from other sects want to enter our secret realm? Do they even know how to get in? They don't have that ability, understand?"

"What is the sect thinking? How could they allow an outsider into our sect's exclusive secret realm? Who made this decision?"

Hearing the rumors flying around him, the Elder of Foreign Affairs quietly hugged himself in a corner. Thank goodness! Thank goodness that after Jianyin took over this matter, it was no longer his responsibility.

Otherwise, these disciples would be cursing him right now.

I thought that as long as I could convince most of the disciples, the transfer of the Sword Ruins Secret Realm quota would be a matter of course, but I didn't expect that the disciples would react so strongly when it was announced.

If he were to actually take the lead in issuing this order, the Foreign Affairs Chief felt that his home would be stolen by those bastards at any moment.

However, not all the disciples were unaware of this; those who had used the Spirit Root Creation Pill knew more or less what was going on.

"Is this the alchemist the sect invited to refine the Spirit Root Creation Pill for us? I heard that the sect gave up its spot for this reason."

"Alchemy? He's so young, and his cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. How could he possibly understand how to refine a spiritual elixir like the Spiritual Root Creation Pill?"

"So what if he refined it? What does a pill refiner know about sword cultivation? Entering the Sword Ruins? I bet he'd have trouble even controlling a sword."

"And speaking of this Spirit Root Creation Pill, it makes me so angry! A couple of days ago, the whole sect was raving about how miraculous this pill was. I finally managed to buy a few expensive pills through connections, but they won't let us use them in this sword selection! I suspect that someone in the sect is lining their own pockets and taking kickbacks, colluding with this stinking outsider to cheat us!"

"Exactly! Geneva, refund our money!"

However fierce the discussions among these disciples may be, they are unlikely to affect the actual decisions already made by the sect's higher-ups.

If it's a decision that all these disciples oppose, the sect might reconsider it given the full force of their opposition.

However, only a small portion of the tens of thousands of people present have spoken out so far. The majority of the rest, whether they are indifferent to the matter or understand the sect's reasons for doing so, have remained silent.

Under the scrutiny of those emotionally charged disciples, Lin Jian, along with the other nine teams who had participated in this secret realm together, followed behind the elder and flew on their swords towards their destination at the entrance of the secret realm.

The secret realm is not within the Pure Yang Sword Sect, but it is not far away either.

Before entering the secret realm, everyone already knew its origin and what they needed to do once inside.

Even Lin Jian, after being granted permission to enter, had heard the sect elders talk about matters related to the secret realm in the past few days.

But at this point, the elder who was leading them patiently explained the origin of the Sword Ruins Secret Realm and the things they needed to pay attention to on their trip one last time.

"This Sword Ruins Secret Realm originated from a peak sword competition a thousand years ago. At that time, all the masters of the four major sword sects, which were mainly sword cultivators, discussed the Dao of swords here. In the end, due to some old grudges and ideological conflicts, a deadly battle broke out."

"The four factions fought for seven days, the entire Sword Debate Cliff collapsed, and eight or nine out of ten participants perished. The scattered sword energy even tore through space, cutting the former Sword Debate Grounds outside our cultivation world, forming a hidden alternate dimension."

"In that alternate dimension, the sword intent and remnant souls of those fallen masters remained intertwined, transforming into the Sword Ruins Secret Realm as it exists today."

"In fact, our founding ancestor was seriously injured because he participated in this battle. Even though he managed to escape, he ultimately perished because of this battle. His greatest wish before he passed away was that our disciples could find his sword 'Chaos Fire' that he had left behind in this Sword Ruins Secret Realm."

"Although countless disciples have joined the exploration of this secret realm over the years, none of them have been able to bring back that ancient sword. But I still hope that the wish of our ancestor can be fulfilled through you."

Several senior disciples shouted in unison, "We will certainly not fail in our mission!"

The team leader waved his hand, "We've only done our best, don't be too demanding."

Then, looking specifically at the forest, he solemnly instructed, "Young friend Lin, you are different from them. They have all been here at least once or twice, but this is your first time. You must remember not to force yourself after entering the secret realm. If you find that your spirit is damaged, you must leave the secret realm in time. Keep the crystal I gave you safe. If you see something is wrong, crush the crystal to leave the secret realm."

Lin Jian pressed the warm, lustrous crystal hanging from his chest with a thread, nodded, and replied, "I know."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone finally arrived at the entrance to the so-called Sword Ruins Secret Realm.

This is a solitary peak that has been flattened by sword energy.

At the summit stands a bronze sword gate over a hundred feet high, its doors made of two crossed giant swords.

In the space between the intersecting giant swords, a gray light screen occasionally flashed with some meaningless and chaotic light and shadow.

These occasional flashes of light and shadow will eventually leave their own marks on the light screen, and then slowly merge into one of the ten nodes.

In the forest, one could see faint, shimmering points of light above the ten nodes, which were clearly the prototypes of the crystal he wore around his neck.

The so-called opening period of the Sword Ruins Secret Realm every three months is actually the time required for this crystal to condense.

Upon arriving at this place near the entrance to the secret realm, Lin Jian felt the crystal in his chest begin to tremble faintly, as if it had established some kind of connection with the secret realm itself.

Lin Jian followed the others and truly arrived in front of the light screen, feeling the boundless sharp aura emanating from behind it.

It was as if a cold blade was held to one's neck; a chilling murderous intent lingered in the hearts of every visitor.

The elder did not elaborate on this, explaining that it was a necessary mental preparation for entering the secret realm.

The danger inside is even greater than outside. If you can't even withstand the pressure here, then don't even think about entering the secret realm for training.

"If you are ready, put on the crystal and step into the light barrier..." the elder said leisurely, standing at a distance and waiting silently.

The next home game will no longer be his.

The ten selected cultivators subconsciously looked at each other. Even the two elders, whose cultivation was at the Nascent Soul stage, did not have many privileges or advantages at this moment.

The necessary condition for entering this secret realm is to keep one's cultivation level at most at the Golden Core stage.

The remnant souls of the predecessors who died here have never dissipated, and any intruder who displays an excessively high level of cultivation will be besieged by them.

Even the founding patriarch of the Chunyang Sword Sect was injured and had to flee from this place. How could one or two elders now act recklessly?
Before coming here, they had all taken pills to suppress their cultivation.

Currently, they are only at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so they have to rely on the disciples in the sect to discuss with them how to begin this exploration of the secret realm.

Lin Jian found it very strange.

Everyone hovered on their swords in front of the sword gate. Although they seemed to have a lot to say to each other, the scene was completely silent and there was no movement at all.

Who put me on silent mode?
(End of this chapter)