82: Chapter 81 Innate Sword Sect

Chen Zhiwen and his group arrived in the Sword Domain and immediately noticed the difference between this place and other places.

Looking out the window, one could see scenes of Sword Cultivators riding their swords everywhere; these Sword Cultivators had indifferent expressions, as if they looked down on everyone.

This cold and arrogant demeanor fit the image of Sword Cultivators from the novels in Chen Zhiwen's past life.

However, in Chen Zhiwen's eyes, these Sword Cultivators were just too pretentious; it is no wonder Sword Cultivators were not popular with other Cultivators.

At this moment, a large, cold, and sharp Aura suddenly appeared, and Chen Zhiwen looked behind the carriage.

In the distant sky, a large group of Sword Cultivators dressed in identical black robes were riding their swords; looking from afar, this group of Sword Cultivators streaked across the sky like meteors.

Within a few breaths, these Sword Cultivators had already arrived at the carriage.

The leading Sword Cultivators, who had powerful cultivation, frowned slightly when they saw the red-gold carriage, then immediately chose to ignore it and led the group past the carriage, leaving.

Seeing this, a trace of surprise appeared in Chen Zhiwen's eyes; since entering the Great Yu Dynasty, this was the first time Chen Zhiwen had seen anyone ignore their carriage.

When other Cultivators saw the Great Yu Imperial Family totem on the carriage, they could not help but show expressions of awe on their Faces.

But that group of Sword Cultivators just now had ignored it directly; Chen Zhiwen could even feel that this group of Sword Cultivators did not hold the Great Yu Imperial Family in their eyes at all.

Chen Zhiwen curiously cast a glance at Zheng Chen, whose Face was strained, showing a hint of embarrassment.

"Brother Zhiwen, that group of Sword Cultivators just now were from the Xiantian Sword Sect in the Sword Domain."

"The Xiantian Sword Sect is currently the head of the Sects in the Sword Domain, and there is no shortage of Sword Dao experts within the Sect," Zheng Chen introduced.

"They are in such a hurry, presumably to rush to Ten Thousand Swords City, wanting to obtain that 'green peck'."

"Is that so," Chen Zhiwen nodded.

Ye Hao, who was on the side, spoke up: "Brother Zheng, no matter how strong this Xiantian Sword Sect is, it is merely a Sect under your Great Yu Dynasty."

"This group of Sword Cultivators clearly saw the Great Yu Imperial Family totem on the carriage, yet they ignored it and left."

"No matter how you look at it, it seems like they don't hold your Great Yu Imperial Family in their eyes."

"This..." Zheng Chen's Face became increasingly embarrassed.

"Loose-lipped!" Chen Zhiwen glared at Ye Hao and reprimanded him.

Everyone present had noticed this, but they had not said it out loud, as it was clearly to protect Zheng Chen's Face.

Ye Hao, however, just blurted it out like that.

"Your Highness, I didn't say anything wrong," Ye Hao shrank his neck and muttered softly.

Zheng Chen gave a bitter smile and said helplessly: "Brother Zhiwen, don't be angry with Brother Ye."

"Brother Ye is not wrong; the people of the Xiantian Sword Sect have become increasingly arrogant in recent years."

"This has something to do with the strength of their Sect. After all, there is no other Sect in the Sword Domain that can suppress them, so this is reasonable."

"However, they still have to obey the orders of my Great Yu Imperial Family; they dare not disobey."

"As for their arrogant behavior, let them be; my Great Yu Imperial Family is not that petty."

In the carriage, Chen Zhiwen, Ye Hao, and Leng Feng nodded silently upon hearing this.

Since Zheng Chen did not take this matter to heart, why should they meddle in other people's business?

After this small episode, during the rest of the journey.

Zheng Chen's mood was clearly not as calm as before; he silently looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking about.

...

The carriage sped along, and Chen Zhiwen and his group soon arrived at Ten Thousand Swords City.

Chen Zhiwen sat in the carriage, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the scene outside the window ahead.

Through the carriage window, he saw that dozens of miles ahead of the carriage, there stood a towering, magnificent city wall that reached into the clouds.

This city wall was entirely built from a type of incredibly hard black rock; every single rock was tightly joined together, without the slightest gap.

The entire city was like a huge Dragon, winding and twisting as it crouched on the earth.

The lines of the city wall were smooth and natural, as if it were a part of the earth, perfectly in Fusion with the surrounding environment. However, it was precisely this natural Fusion that made one feel an invisible sense of oppression, as if this city were a sleeping giant beast, ready to wake up at any moment.

Taking a closer look, Chen Zhiwen discovered that the city wall was full of traces left by blades and swords.

Countless sword blades were embedded in the city wall; as the sunlight scattered down, these sword blades refracted a dazzling, cold light.

"Is this the legendary Holy Land for all Sword Cultivators in the Great Yu Dynasty, Ten Thousand Swords City? It is indeed extraordinary!" Ye Hao exclaimed.

"Your Highness Zheng, what is the story behind the swords on that city wall?"

Facing Ye Hao's question, Zheng Chen smiled slightly and explained.

"When my Great Yu Dynasty was first established, this Ten Thousand Swords City already existed."

"Some of the swords on the city wall are the personal swords of Sword Dao experts who were famous throughout the entire Desolate Province, while others are the weapons of those who lost in duels here."

"There is an unwritten rule in this Ten Thousand Swords City: if two people fight, the loser must leave their weapon and insert it into the city wall."

"This might not seem like much of a humiliation in the eyes of other Cultivators, but it is different for Sword Cultivators."

"In the eyes of these Sword Cultivators, the sword in their hand is their second life; making them leave their weapon in full view of everyone is undoubtedly worse than killing them."

The others in the carriage were hearing about this for the first time, and their eyes could not help but look at the swords on the city wall again.

After countless years, the number of sword blades on the city wall had reached a staggering amount; if not a million, there were at least several hundred thousand.

Ye Hao stared blankly at the sword blades on the city wall and suddenly asked: "Your Highness Zheng, those Sword Cultivators who lost, have they never thought about taking their swords back?"

Zheng Chen was taken aback, then solemnly and seriously said: "The Dao of the Sword Cultivator, at the end of the day, is a Dao of cultivating the heart."

"The moment they drop their weapons, their Sword Dao heart is already shattered."

"Just a hundred miles south of this Ten Thousand Swords City, there is a Sword Tomb..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Hao's eyes changed, and he silently closed his mouth.

At this moment, he seemed to witness with his own eyes a young Sword Cultivator with a dejected expression, walking out of Ten Thousand Swords City like a walking corpse, and finally arriving at that Sword Tomb to end his own life...

At this moment, Chen Zhiwen asked: "Brother Zheng, besides the weapons of those who lost, do you know the origins of the other swords?"

Zheng Chen shook his head, "Brother Zhiwen, I mentioned just now that before my Great Yu Dynasty was established, this Ten Thousand Swords City already existed."

"According to the ancient records in my Great Yu Dynasty, since the establishment of the Great Yu Dynasty, the number of precious swords on the city wall of Ten Thousand Swords City has increased from 503,600 to 905,423."

"Of the previous 500,000-plus swords, 490,000 were ordinary Magical Artifacts, which have lost any function under the baptism of time."

"But there are still 10,000 swords, all of which are precious swords not inferior to the current top ten famous swords."