Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 114 The Three Passes of Jianmen: Injuries or Not (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Finally, someone else has come in. That brat Ouyang Zheng is truly useless. Tianxing Sect is ruined in his hands."

A voice slowly rang out.

Lu Wubing looked up and saw that the huge cave was empty except for the stalagmites dripping water.

There was only one old man in gray robes with a withered face and a face full of wrinkles, sitting there.

He spoke in a weak and listless manner.

This is the Ancestral Master Cave.

Lu Wubing lightly pressed the hilt of his sword, concentrating his mind and daring not to be careless in the slightest.

Because he realized that, with his now extremely keen senses, he had mistaken the old man for a stone before he uttered a sound.

Even after speaking, I still unconsciously can't remember this person.

This feeling is familiar.

It was there when I first met that old Taoist priest, Qingyun.

By all accounts, he was just an ordinary, unremarkable old man.

But it's obviously impossible.

"Disciple greets Grandmaster."

It's never wrong to be polite, and given their age, it's only right to be courteous.

Moreover, according to Senior Sister Xiaolan and the others, the person who guards the Ancestral Cave has been in the cave for countless years. In any case, before they were even born, the old man was already old beyond recognition, and he is still like that now.

Apart from the disciples bringing him meals every day, most people don't remember that there is such a person in the Tianxing Sect.

'Isn't that the old monk sweeping the floor in the Sutra Repository? Or perhaps the elder who transmits spiritual power?'

Lu Wubing thought to himself that the other party was probably this kind of person.

I was immediately filled with awe and respect.

The old man didn't care about his manners, and without even raising his eyebrows, he said indifferently, "Take seven steps forward and stand still."

Lu Wubing didn't say much. He carefully took seven steps forward and had just stood firm when the stone wall creaked and suddenly opened a door. A huge black shadow rushed out, with a fierce wind surging overhead, and a sword slashed down with a thunderous roar.

"Hehe, little guy, if you can hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you'll pass the first test."

This old guy was probably too bored in the cave, and his personality became a bit nasty.

Does he enjoy seeing his juniors make fools of themselves?
Lu Wubing found it somewhat amusing, and with a light step, he dodged the attack in a fraction of a second.

The sword light swept past his side, a strong wind swept by, and his aura was imposing.

He didn't draw his sword, but with a quick glance, he saw the dark figure that suddenly pounced out.

Standing approximately 2.5 meters tall, its entire body was jet black with dense wood grain, giving it a heavy and solid appearance. It wielded a large black wooden sword with surprising agility and dexterity, controlling its movements with effortless skill.

'Is this black wooden puppet's swordsmanship so exquisite?'

What I heard from Senior Sister Xiaolan and Senior Sister Qi was quite different from what I had seen with my own eyes.

If this were in his previous life, Lu Wubing would have mistaken it for a robot upon seeing it for one.

It has to be a robot like a futuristic warrior.

His face appeared somewhat wooden, and the yellow gemstones in his eye sockets didn't quite resemble human eyes. However, his every move was measured and controlled, and his swordplay was fluid and natural. If one were to look at him for a moment, one might mistake him for a living martial arts master.

Having just dodged three sword strikes, the Blackwood Puppet's swordplay suddenly accelerated, its waist twisting like a pretzel, its wrists gently swaying, and its sword light overlapping in three layers. The move "Returning Wind Swaying Willow" was surprisingly powerful and complete, sealing off Lu Wubing's front and back.

His swordsmanship had actually reached the mastery level.

No wonder the only requirement for the disciples being tested was to endure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

While Lu Wubing was secretly amazed, he also understood that if it were his senior sister Xiao Lan and the others from a few years ago, they would probably only be able to hop and crawl, dodging and blocking in a very disheveled manner. It would be absolutely impossible for them to win.

When a master-level expert defeats a proficient-level expert, the power carried by their sword is comparable to that of an eighth-rank martial artist.

Even for those in government agencies, they are not so easy to deal with.

But this meant nothing to Lu Wubing.

He parried a few moves, then, with a swift turn of his sword, it silently transformed into a streak of light and pierced the puppet's throat.

"puff……"

There was a muffled sound.

The ironwood puppet's thirteen sword strikes, delivered with lightning speed, suddenly ceased, retreating back into the depths of the stone wall, and the door creaked shut once more.

"Not bad, not bad, you actually have some skills."

The old man finally opened his eyes, looked Lu Wubing up and down, and was clearly intrigued.

"See that passage ahead? Go in. This time, you'd better not attack. Otherwise, if you suffer a fatal injury, I won't be able to save you."

"Thank you for reminding."

Lu Wubing didn't pay much attention to it.

He had only demonstrated the Great Perfection Sword Style; he hadn't shown his own lightness skill, internal strength, or especially his external martial arts.

He couldn't imagine what threat the second test, which even Senior Sister Xiaolan could pass, would pose to him.

Sure enough, as soon as I reached the entrance of the passage, I took just one step inside.

With a crash, countless tiny holes on both sides of the stone wall shot out needle-like rays.

Large needles and small needles, buzzing and flying around.

Some are like sharp arrows whistling in the wind, others like mosquitoes flying in the wind...

It's all good that it's fast.

It's even more bizarre and unconventional.

They sealed off everything in front of and behind them.

Lu Wubing stomped his feet repeatedly, his sword light changing rapidly. He used the move "Three Rings Encircling the Moon" to "Autumn Leaves Before the Hall," his sword strikes intertwining and sweeping, intercepting the attack in advance.

He then understood why the old man was smiling so strangely.

If the previous test was about swordsmanship and countering moves...

So, this test assesses your agility and reflexes...

In the blink of an eye, a dense barrage of hidden weapons rained down, and one could not possibly pierce them all by simply standing still with a rapier.

The physical limitations of a person mean that no matter how fast a sword is, it cannot pierce hundreds or thousands of times in an instant. That's not martial arts training, that's cultivating immortality.

Therefore, he flashed and rushed towards the end of the passage.

The sword light danced into a curtain of light, blocking his way.

Fortunately, the hidden needles fired by the mechanism were not very powerful.

With Lu Wubing's mastery of sword techniques such as [Splitting Sweep and Twisting Clouds], he could easily deflect the attacks, each strike covering a large area, and he swiftly reached the end of the passage, disappearing in a flash.

Only then did the sound reach my ears.

"As long as the number of needles inserted does not exceed ten, it is considered a pass..."

The old man stopped speaking before he could finish.

He flashed to Lu Wubing's side, looked him up and down, paused for a moment, and then said, "The third challenge is the Dark Cloud Bees. You should avoid them if you can. How old are you this year?"

"Sixteen years and three months old."

Lu Wubing replied.

"Alright, seven years ago there was also a little kid who passed the second level without being hit by a single needle. However, in the third level, he was stung by the Black Cloud Bees so badly that he couldn't open his eyes. If he hadn't been so determined and remembered to use his sword even while half-conscious, he probably would have been stung into a honeycomb. That would have been truly tragic."

"Did he pass the test?"

"I've passed the test; I lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"So, the swarm of bees in the third level also relies on dodging and blocking?"

"You can try killing it too... hehe."

The old man seemed to drink very little water; his laugh was dry and extremely unpleasant to hear.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Lu Wubing always felt that the other party was gloating.

……

"We passed! We passed the second hurdle."

Ouyang Lan cheered.

A commotion arose all around.

The reason why no one dares to venture into the Ancestral Master Cave these past few years is not because no one dares to, but because no one can.

Several people from Jingxin Hall came together to try their luck, but two of them failed miserably on the first try and had to be carried out due to serious injuries.

Two of them were covered in needle pricks from the second test, and the pockmarks on their faces had not completely disappeared even after two years.

The Three Gates of Jianmen are easy in some ways, but if you're strong enough, you can pass them with ease.

If you lack the strength, then you're practically facing certain death.

If you're unlucky and get seriously injured, you're done for.

When Ouyang Lan saw Lu Wubing go in, she wasn't too worried that he wouldn't be able to get through.

However, I am worried that he might get injured due to negligence.

The feeling of having a fine needle piercing your body is unpleasant, especially when it's removed; it's as painful as having your bones scraped.

Upon seeing two green wooden plaques suddenly droop down on the stone wall on one side of the Ancestral Master Cave, revealing half of a third green plaque, she exclaimed in surprise.

"I passed without taking any damage! Is this the third level?"

"Not bad, if you can pass the third level without taking damage, then..."

Lin Wenjing turned to look at Yue Lingfeng and found that this handsome and powerful senior brother was gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes fixed on the third half of the green token, not blinking.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)