Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Li Yuan thought it over and over but couldn't make up his mind, so he had no choice but to ask Mr. Mo for help.

"Every weapon has its own strengths; the best weapon is the one that suits your needs."

"Here's what we'll do. I'll apply to let you into the academy's armory. It contains the academy's secret treasures from over the years. What kind of weapons you get depends on your luck."

Mr. Mo pondered for a moment before speaking.

Hidden Armory?

As a senior student, he naturally knew about it, but he had never seen it before, and he couldn't help but yearn for it.

Sure enough, Mr. Mo brought him to the Hidden Armory the next day.

"There are seven floors in total. The higher you go, the more valuable the weapons become. As for how far you can go, that's up to fate."

He pointed to the tall tower in front of him and said, and Li Yuan nodded and resolutely stepped inside.

The shelves on the first floor were filled with all kinds of weapons, a dazzling array. Li Yuan did not stop and went straight to the stairs.

The higher he went, the more pressure he felt, and his steps became heavy. It seemed that there was a formation here that would filter those who could enter the second level.

Fortunately, his perfect mental cultivation allowed him to easily ascend to the second floor. There were noticeably fewer shelves here, and the weapons inside were all extraordinary.

But Li Yuan didn't stop and continued to climb.

And so, under immense pressure, he arrived at the fourth floor of the armory. There were only three rows of shelves left, and every weapon inside exuded an aura of unparalleled sharpness.

He glanced at the description above; these weapons seemed to have been used by some powerful figures in the past.

Li Yuan hesitated, wondering if he should stop here. After all, he wanted to find the most suitable weapon for himself, rather than aiming too high and looking for the most valuable divine weapon.

Just then, the bronze palace that had been silent in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled with a "hum".

Did it discover something?

Li Yuan couldn't help but be very curious, so he followed its guidance and began to search. The closer he got to the stairs, the more obvious the reaction of the bronze palace became.

It seems he needs to continue searching further up the mountain.

At this moment, the pressure inside the tower had reached the limit that Li Yuan could bear. With each step he took, it felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, making his bones creak.

He gritted his teeth, pausing to catch his breath after every step, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat pouring down his face.

The short staircase, only a dozen or so steps long, seemed to have no end in sight. With only three steps left, Li Yuan felt dizzy, his blood churning, and he was on the verge of collapse.

These three steps seem like an insurmountable chasm.

The bronze palace emitted an even louder hum, as if it had found what it wanted.

For the first time in a long time, apart from the demon core, this was the first time the Bronze Palace had shown any desire for anything.

Opportunities always coexist with risks.

Li Yuan made a tough decision, pushing all his cultivation to its limit, and forcibly took a step forward.

Suddenly, he felt a sweet taste in his chest, and "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying.

Looking at the remaining two steps, Li Yuan fell into deep thought. It was clear that if he forced himself to step onto them, he would likely suffer serious injury.

He stood on the steps, recalling his previous experiences climbing the stairs, when he suddenly noticed a detail: no matter how much pressure he felt on the stairs, it would suddenly disappear once he stepped onto a floor.

Li Yuan tentatively squatted down slowly, feeling even more pressure on his back. It seemed that if he squatted down, he would never be able to stand up again.

He held his breath and simply lay down on the ground. For him, as long as he could achieve his goal, it didn't matter whether the posture looked good or not.

Li Yuan slowly rolled his body and found that the pressure was indeed much more dispersed when applied to the whole body than when it was concentrated on his shoulders.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of joy; it seemed that his physics studies in his previous life hadn't been in vain.

At this moment, in the control room of the Hidden Weapon Pavilion, an old man with white hair and beard watched this scene through the Mirror of Light and laughed mockingly.

"Little Mo, the disciple you brought is truly unique."

Mo Wentian's eyelids twitched, but his expression remained calm: "A gentleman only seeks the result, not the process."

"Haha...what an interesting child."

The old man couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

And so, Li Yuan finally rolled to the last step. Even in such a disheveled state, the pressure was too much for his body to bear.

His eyes darted around, and he concentrated all his cultivation into his fingertips, desperately circulating his true energy as he slowly climbed the last step.

As the palm pierced through an invisible barrier, with a "pop," the pressure vanished instantly.

Li Yuan was overjoyed; he had made the right bet.

"Hahaha……"

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, stood up, casually patted his clothes, and strode inside.

The fifth floor has only two rows of shelves, with no more than twenty weapons on them, and according to the description, all of them are of the highest quality.

He slowly touched each one one by one, and when his palm touched a large, ancient-looking sword, the bronze palace once again emitted a clear humming sound.

It is it.

Li Yuan's eyes lit up as he picked up the knife. The blade was thick and heavy, made of neither gold nor iron, and seemed somewhat similar to a bronze palace.

This knife seems to be very old; its color is dark and dull, the engraved patterns are somewhat blurred, and it even has some rust.

Li Yuan looked for the description next to it, which said that it was an unnamed sword obtained from an ancient battlefield. Because it had no weapon spirit, it could only be classified as a Heavenly-level weapon.

Above the Heavenly level is the Immortal level. Immortal level weapons are called divine weapons, which are not only sharp but also need to have spiritual energy and the existence of a weapon spirit.

"Buzz—!"

The bronze palace emitted a clear, melodious sound, and Li Yuan took the knife in his hand without hesitation. He believed that this knife definitely had something extraordinary about it.

"Hey, you actually chose this knife?"

The old man in the control room looked somewhat surprised. "Back then, that person also chose it, but later returned it. I never expected this..."

He muttered to himself, but did not explicitly say who the person was.

"Could this knife have some fatal flaw?" Mr. Mo asked, turning his head.

"No, it's just that the knife doesn't seem to approve of him."

The old man mumbled this sentence and then urged him to leave.

"Now that he has chosen this knife, the selection process is over. Let's go."

Mr. Mo had no choice but to shut up. After meeting Li Yuan, he didn't say anything, but simply chose a sword technique for him, the Great Wilderness Manual.

"This swordsmanship is steady and simple, combining strength with gentleness, and the moves are controlled with ease, making it very suitable for you."

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Li Yuan happily accepted the sword manual, and during the rest of his vacation, he focused all his attention on swordsmanship.

Soon, the holiday ended, and the Tian Shu class gathered together again.

"Today, I announce a momentous event concerning the reputation of the college and your futures."

That day, Liu Hongyan suddenly spoke solemnly, and everyone perked up and sat up straight.

"Since the founding of our Great Tang Dynasty, in order to encourage the younger generation and exchange Taoist teachings, we have specially established the Four Great Academy Leagues, which are held every three years and are hosted in rotation by the Shenwu, Tiance, Wanxiang and Taixu Academies."

Liu Hongyan said slowly, "This year, it just so happens that it's the turn of my Divine Martial Academy."

Four-College League!

An excited exclamation immediately rang out inside the pavilion. Li Yuan's heart stirred. He had seen records of the league in ancient books before and knew that this was the highest-level competition among the younger generation of cultivators in the Tang Dynasty.