Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Shen Chunri sighed, "If you don't scold him, he's a jerk; if you do scold him, he won't understand. Is there any way to deal with this kind of person?"

Nie Zhao glanced at Yu Xintang and sneered coldly, "Never mind. When we return to the sect, he will find the answer he wants in a certain mysterious place."

Yu Xintang: "I understand. They want to go up to the execution platform and beat me up."

He nodded, his tone sincere: "My whole family doesn't touch it."

After performing a skit at the entrance, the group finally decided to formally enter the heart of the Sword Tomb.

The thousands of spiritual swords beneath his feet trembled slightly, and the continuous sword cries surged forth in layers, like a sigh that broke the silence of eternity.

[That's pretty weird, the first floor isn't the first floor, it's the seventh floor.]

[The order starts from seven, decreasing in number from top to bottom. The entrance is on the seventh floor, and the first floor is deep within the Sword Tomb.]

[I remember in the original book, the disciples of all the major sects only reached the second level, because Feng Zhi was on the second level, while Feng Lian was on the first level, which was later obtained by the Demon Lord.]

The sword energy on the seventh level is relatively gentle and broad, all of which is a peaceful energy that has been tempered over the years. It only nourishes the sword intent and does not harm the human form.

"Let's go," Nie Zhao said solemnly, holding his Xuan Sword. "We'll head down."

Feng Jilan's task for them was to retrieve at least a second-grade immortal artifact, which meant they had to reach at least the third level or below.

The deeper you go, the stronger the pressure becomes, and the dimmer the light gets.

"I heard," Shen Chunri lit his tinder, "that from the seventh floor downwards, the pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm is present on the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb."

The group ignored the ordinary-grade sword beside them and slowly walked down the path.

"If we follow this logic, the third level is the Void Realm, and the second level is the Nascent Soul Realm. Is there any explanation for this?" Xie Weixing asked. "We'll all explode."

Tan Suiting looked up at him, seemingly speechless.

After a long pause, he said, "Did you not read the Divine Sword Manual that Master gave you? The pressure below the third level is that of the Void Realm, and it will not increase any further."

"Huh?" Xie Weixing was a little confused. "So that booklet was an instruction manual? I only read the first page."

Tan Suiting:

"Kunkun," he sighed softly, "I really have to take care of you now."

As the undisputed leader of the team, he didn't even know this.

Xie Weixing gave an awkward laugh.

He didn't do it on purpose. Who puts the instruction manual after the ranking list? It's not his fault for not reading it.

Shen Chunri rolled her eyes and shook her head at Yu Xintang: "I'm really going to take care of you now~"

Yu Xintang turned her head and shook her head at Nie Zhao: "I'm really going to take care of you now~"

Nie Zhao took a deep breath, turned to look at the group, took two more deep breaths to calm himself down, and then gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really going to teach you guys a lesson."

The word "you" was emphasized especially.

The group immediately became quiet, as still as four little quails.

Hey.

Very well-behaved. Very virtuous.

[To the F5 members of the Feng Hua Sect: If you're sick, go to the hospital; if you're stupid, take your medicine.]

[You guys got slapped away in the sect's martial arts arena, but you're already sitting on the podium in the Sun and Moon Hall lecture hall, and you're still causing trouble?]

[Suddenly, I feel genuine sympathy for Feng Yu and Feng Jilan...]

[Where is Junior Uncle?]

[Do you think our sympathy for our master and senior sister isn't partly due to her abilities?]

[It turns out to be a sect called Bigger]

Before long, the beagles descended to the fourth level.

The originally gentle sword mist thickened, and the bluish-white glow transformed into ethereal silver-white sharpness, pressing down from all directions, instantly making the air as sharp as a blade.

Xie Weixing's bangs were even torn and pushed back.

System: This is the pressure of the Taixu Realm, which will weaken your spiritual power. Be careful.

Xie Weixing acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued spouting his non-mainstream little quotes: "If I lift my bangs, I can't rely on you; if I put my bangs down, I can't protect you."

system:?

Xie Weixing felt that he was particularly affectionate.

The melancholy male god is in the sword tomb.

"Don't be afraid," Nie Zhao said, holding the hands of his junior brothers and sisters beside him. "The pressure of the Taixu Realm sounds intimidating, but when the five of us share it, there won't be much left. It's just that our spiritual power will be limited. This is how the Sword Tomb selects people. Those who rely on heavenly treasures and pills to build up their spiritual power are not worthy of obtaining the divine sword."

Hearing this, the group felt relieved.

After all, Feng Jilan's sword could send all five of them flying at the same time, and hearing the words "Tai Xu Realm" still carried a strong sense of pressure.

On the third level of the Sword Tomb, a mist of blue and white swirled and entwined.

Unlike the desolate and vast expanse of the previous floors, littered with broken swords and shattered blades, the spiritual swords here are powerful enough, each inch of their blades smooth and bright, without a single flaw. Countless sword intents and sword souls float in the air, wandering, swirling, and rising and falling, forming their own sword domain.

"This is the true Sword Tomb," Yu Xintang looked up at the sky, her voice clear and bright, tinged with a hint of amazement, "Ninety percent of the world's spiritual swords are buried here."

"How shocking! Indeed, this is beyond human capability." Shen Chunri's brows relaxed.

Anyway, she's a medicine cultivator, so she doesn't need to use a sword and isn't nervous at all.

"Yeah, be careful," Xie Weixing said, gripping Tan Suiting's wrist. "Didn't you hear me? You've been enlightened."

Everyone:

Is that really how you understand it?

"Let's continue down," Tan Suiting said, squeezing Xie Weixing's hand in return. "Most of the spirit swords here are of the immortal level. Let's go to the second level."

The further down you go, the more majestic and awe-inspiring the sword energy becomes.

Upon entering the second floor, the group immediately spotted the dark red longsword standing in the very center.

Nie Zhao's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

The dark red longsword hovered three feet in the air, steady even without wind. The entire blade was dark red, with intricate dark gold engravings resembling phoenix feathers spreading along both sides of the spine, arranged like a red phoenix folding its wings.

"Why is it so...dull?" Shen Chunri asked instinctively. "Is it broken?"

"No," Tan Suiting said, his voice cold, "it's waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

Tan Suiting raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the blade of a spirit sword stuck diagonally in the ground beside him. The icy, bone-chilling sword energy surged into his meridians through his fingertips, carrying the vicissitudes of countless ages.

He said slowly, "Phoenix Maiden."

Seemingly sensing the approach of its kin, a faint crimson light slowly shone from the recessed part of the Phoenix Sword hilt, and a gentle, warm breeze wafted out from the gaps in the scabbard.

With just a touch of fire elemental power, the surrounding air began to distort, demonstrating its domineering nature.

Xie Weixing's bangs fell lightly, brushing against his eyelashes. He looked up and his eyes slowly narrowed.

Countless fine sword energies intertwined and condensed into a layer of pale blue sword mist, enveloping the entire sword mound. The mist was chilling to the touch, causing one's soul to tremble slightly.

Nie Zhao looked at the dark red longsword, his expression cold and arrogant, and said, "I've kept you waiting. Today, I will take you away."

She stepped onto the high blue stone platform covered with ancient carvings, raised her hand, and slowly grasped the hilt of Fengzhi's sword.

Xie Weixing's eyes were deep and seemingly mocking, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was strained and thin.

Yu Xintang, standing beside him, crossed her arms, her fingertips pausing slightly as she gently tapped her arm, a slight smile appearing on her lips.