136: Chapter 136 Elder Wang Yun, Sword Tomb Forbidden Area

"Elder Wang, the fight between disciples was just a bit of competition between young people. Isn't such a punishment too severe?"

Elder Nie Yun pleaded on behalf of the four.

"Severe? As the Law Enforcement Elder, I naturally have the right to enforce the laws upon disciples who step out of line. If you have an objection, you can report it to the Pavilion Master."

Elder Wang Yun spoke coldly, giving Elder Nie Yun no face at all.

"Hmph, the Pavilion Master? The Pavilion Master is in seclusion; how could I see him..." Nie Yun snorted coldly in his heart.

"Phew, I really dodged a bullet. Luckily Yun Tian was there to take the fall, so I don't have to go suffer in the Sword Tomb!"

"Yeah, you got lucky..."

Elder Wang Yun presided over the Hall of Punishment. With a cultivation at the peak of the Dou Wang realm, he held great power within the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. He was rigid and eccentric; any disciple who made a mistake would surely be punished.

Now, seeing Hun Tiandi being sent to the forbidden land, the surrounding disciples looked at the calm Hun Tiandi with playful gazes. This youth had become the laughingstock of the disciples.

Regarding Hun Tiandi's plight, only Elder Nie Yun spoke up, but unfortunately, the result did not change.

Relying on his extraordinary soul power, Hun Tiandi took in every expression of the disciples watching the spectacle around him.

They had not a shred of sympathy, only mockery and disdain.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, they came from all over the continent; they respected the strong and despised the weak...

When he first entered the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Hun Tiandi had been favored by the Pavilion Master, who intended to take him as a personal disciple. This stroke of luck had caused many disciples to view him with hostility.

Elder Nie Yun sighed with a wry grin. This kid Yun Tian's luck was truly terrible, being punished by Elder Wang to go to the Sword Tomb.

He was to undergo the punishment of having his body eroded by the Sword Intent of the Sword Tomb.

"If you have nothing else to say, you have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to prepare, then follow me to the Sword Tomb."

His gaze was as cold as a sword as it swept over Hun Tiandi and the other three. Elder Wang Yun spoke indifferently.

"Elder Nie Yun, take Hong Niu and the other two to the Forging Pavilion..." Elder Wang Yun said calmly. Nie Yun helplessly led Hong Niu and the others away.

The surrounding disciples didn't even look at Hun Tiandi, fleeing as if staying near him for even one more breath would cause their pure souls to sink and bring them bad luck.

"Follow me!" Elder Wang Yun took a deep look at Hun Tiandi and spoke again.

Hun Tiandi nodded and followed behind in silence.

Within his pitch-black eyes, a sudden change occurred, as if a sharp sword qi was slashing through the gloom. A hint of coldness rose in his eyes, and a cold smile hung on his lips...

Just like that, he became a person of ill omen in the eyes of many disciples.

However, it was no big deal. Between truth and falsehood, the fickleness of human nature was like a blade, which instead allowed him to realize more.

On the path of the strong, one encounters all sorts of different situations; most will not be smooth sailing.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, at the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, a beautiful woman in a white dress sped over from the distance, her entire body radiating coldness.

"Greetings, Senior Sister Liu." The disciples guarding the mountain gate bowed respectfully. Seeing the iceberg-like Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, many disciples were infatuated with her.

"Did you hear? Yun Tian was punished by Elder Wang Yun to stay in the Sword Tomb for a month..."

Two disciples were discussing in low voices. Senior Sister Liu Hanbing, who was originally leaving, heard that Yun Tian had been confined to the Sword Tomb—a place with only a slim chance of survival—and immediately turned around to stare at the two disciples with an icy face.

"What happened?" Senior Sister Liu Hanbing's beautiful eyes radiated a cold, clear chill.

The two disciples then explained the cause and effect. Senior Sister Liu Hanbing frowned slightly, tapped her toes, and swept toward the interior of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch now..." the two disciples said excitedly.

Atop a mountain peak, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing swept in rapidly. Looking at Elder Nie Yun in the main hall, she said anxiously, "Elder Nie, Yun Tian has been punished with entry into the Sword Tomb. Why didn't you stop it?"

"Haha, you girl... Hun Tiandi didn't object. Regarding the trip to the Sword Tomb, you should have confidence in him. I have high hopes for this kid..."

Elder Nie Yun smiled slightly. Although the Sword Tomb was a dangerous place, once one endured through it, there would be no small amount of good fortune.

"But..." Senior Sister Liu Hanbing said unwillingly, naturally knowing the nature of the Sword Tomb.

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing stomped her foot helplessly and turned to leave. Elder Nie Yun's smile faded. "Wang Yun, you're doing this for that matter, aren't you!"

In the hall, the solitary Elder Nie Yun fell into silence.

"The Sword Tomb forbidden land?"

Hun Tiandi murmured softly. He had no objection to Elder Wang Yun's arrangement.

In fact, he was also full of curiosity about the mysterious Sword Tomb.

Now that Elder Wang Yun had made such an arrangement, it was giving him the opportunity to go to the Sword Tomb to receive punishment.

Restraining the sharpness in his eyes, he followed behind. Nothing could catch his attention; everything else no longer concerned him.

One hour later.

Walking through the mountains of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with Elder Wang Yun leading the way was naturally very smooth and without danger. The magical beasts that occasionally popped out were powerless before a powerhouse like Elder Wang.

They arrived before the Sword Tomb.

The Sword Tomb was the burial ground for the powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion from past generations. It was filled with countless Sword Intents, and an incomparable sharp power filled the sky.

Anyone who entered would suffer the pain of being sliced by Sword Intent every single moment.

The Sword Tomb was located in the deepest part of the mountain range. The peaks were jagged, ancient trees formed forests, and rubble was everywhere. Occasionally, one could see some dilapidated halls and stone tablets stained with dust.

One look at the two large characters for "Sword Tomb" felt like ten thousand swords were piercing one's body, making one's eyes sting and water.

Hun Tiandi let out a light breath and withdrew his gaze. The valley entrance didn't look particularly remarkable.

As his gaze fell into the Sword Tomb, the hairs on his back stood up, and a chill arose.

"Inside the Sword Tomb, there are countless Sword Intents. You need to choose a place where the Sword Intent is weak and stay for a month..."

Elder Wang Yun spoke, his gaze seemingly glancing at Hun Tiandi as he said indifferently, "I advise you not to practice your cultivation. Once you can't bear it, stop. Also, do not enter the depths of the Sword Tomb."

"What exactly is in the depths of the Sword Tomb? Even the past elders and pavilion masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion don't know. If you seek your own death, no one will stop you..."

After speaking, Elder Wang Yun turned directly and left, his Dou Qi wings flashing as he flew into the high sky.

In the blink of an eye, only an illusory figure remained before disappearing into the horizon.

There was not a single person in front of the Sword Tomb. He took a deep breath, and a hint of solemnity appeared in his pitch-black eyes.

He didn't think that just because no one was there, he could slack off and find any random place to stay for a month; he likely wouldn't have a good time if he did.

After a slight deliberation, Hun Tiandi remained calm and stepped directly into the Sword Tomb.

Hiss...

Pain!

The pain of ten thousand swords slicing!

Hun Tiandi had never felt such heart-piercing pain. It seemed as if it could penetrate into the depths of his soul, but the soul power within his sea of consciousness became active.

In the Sword Tomb, there was only weak light, obscured by greyish-dark mist. After walking dozens of steps, Hun Tiandi saw broken swords stuck in the ground one after another.

They were scattered in all directions. A cold, eerie wind blew constantly, and the whistling wind wailed like ghosts and wolves.

Strands of Sword Intent stung his skin. With a thought, Dou Qi energy surged from his body, forming a blood-colored Dou Qi armor.

He wanted to isolate the erosion of the Sword Intent, and he could even feel the joy of the Killing Sword Intent within his body.

"This is the Sword Tomb?"

Hun Tiandi said softly, curiously sizing up his surroundings. However, as time passed, the effect of the condensed Dou Qi armor in defending against the erosion of the Sword Intent grew increasingly weaker.