669: Chapter 669 Enlightenment Sword Bamboo!

"The old man and the Elders in the valley discussed it for a while and felt that continuing to Cultivate in isolation like this would sooner or later lead to problems. So, I decided to personally step forward and bring these little fellows out for a walk, to come to your Taixuan Holy Land to broaden their horizons and let them know that there are always people more talented than oneself, and heavens beyond the heavens."

Speaking up to this point, Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan turned slightly and cupped his hands toward Peak Master Jian Wuya, his tone becoming a bit more sincere: "I apologize for the intrusion this time, and I'll have to trouble you, Brother Jian."

Peak Master Jian Wuya laughed heartily upon hearing this: "It's too formal for you and me to say such things; we've been friends for ten thousand years, so don't worry about any intrusion."

“Alright, a few Prodigies from this session of my East Courtyard will be here soon—”

At this point, his tone shifted: "However, Old Man Lu, don't you dare go back on the bet we agreed upon. When you lose, remember to give me that stalk of enlightenment sword bamboo."

The enlightenment sword bamboo is an eleventh-grade Spirit Medicine.

It can help a Martial Artist quickly comprehend the Laws of the sword path, making it very precious to a sword path powerhouse like him.

Even in the entire Taixuan Holy Land, an eleventh-grade Spirit Medicine is a rarity.

Peak Master Jian Wuya has coveted this Spirit Medicine for more than just a day or two.

But Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan had always been reluctant to give it up.

This time, he finally found an opportunity.

"No problem, as long as you win the bet against me, the Sword Bamboo is yours."

Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan said with a smile, full of confidence.

He had great confidence in the seven Disciples under his command.

These seven Disciples were the most outstanding Prodigies of this session in Diluo Valley.

Every single one of them was a one-in-a-million Genius.

Every single one of them had been meticulously nurtured by the Elders in the valley.

...

When Qin Yan followed Senior Brother Zhang Hao to Wan Jian Peak, he immediately felt a majestic Sword Intent flowing between the mountain peaks.

That Sword Intent was everywhere, pervasive and all-encompassing.

It permeated the air, seeped into the soil, flowed in the mountain springs, and even the sunlight seemed to be tinged with a sharp radiance by the Sword Intent.

Standing at the foot of Wan Jian Peak was like standing before a giant unsheathed sword; that sharp, exposed feeling made one feel an involuntary sense of awe.

Various Sword Intents intertwined, collided, and underwent Fusion in the air, actually forming invisible Domains one after another.

Fortunately, this Domain power was not directed at him.

Those Sword Intent Domains were merely formed naturally, without human control or active aggression.

Otherwise, with the power of these Domains, Qin Yan's strength would definitely be significantly compressed, and even normal walking would become difficult.

This was Wan Jian Peak.

One of the seven True Inheritance Mountains of the East Courtyard, a gathering place for Sword Cultivators.

Senior Brother Zhang Hao led Qin Yan along the mountain path paved with bluestone towards the depths of Wan Jian Peak.

As they walked along, Qin Yan hardly saw any Disciples on Wan Jian Peak.

On both sides of the mountain path were Immortal Caves and cultivation rooms, some with stone doors tightly shut, others with doors half-open.

But whether they were closed or half-open, they were all quiet inside, with no signs of people or sounds.

Occasionally encountering one or two Disciples, they were also in a hurry, either rushing to a cultivation site or just coming out of seclusion.

When they saw Senior Brother Zhang Hao, they nodded slightly in greeting and then went their separate ways without any extra pleasantries.

But thinking about it, it made sense; the difficulty of becoming a Holy Land True Disciple was extremely high, and every single one was a carefully selected elite, so it was normal for there to be fewer people.

True Disciples are not common cabbages; not just anyone can become one.

One needs to clear the Three True Inheritance Trials, go through layers of selection, and gain the recognition of the peak master or Elder.

In the entire East Courtyard, with tens of thousands of Disciples, there were only a few dozen who could become True Disciples.

Soon, Senior Brother Zhang Hao brought Qin Yan to a grand hall.

The grand hall was located halfway up Wan Jian Peak, facing south, and was magnificent in Aura.

The hall doors were several zhang high, and above the lintel hung a huge plaque with the three large characters "Sword Discussion Hall" written in a powerful, vigorous calligraphy style, clearly the work of a sword path master.

The hall doors were open, and Qin Yan followed behind Senior Brother Zhang Hao as they stepped inside.

Inside the grand hall, the space was even larger than it appeared from the outside.

The floor was paved with some unknown white stone, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the beams of the hall's roof.

On both sides of the hall stood several massive stone pillars, their surfaces carved with various sword path patterns.

Some depicted Immortals dancing with swords, some showed divine Dragons spitting swords, and others portrayed Phoenixes carrying swords in their beaks.

They were lifelike, as if they would fly out of the stone pillars at any moment.

At this moment, there were several young figures inside the grand hall.

Qin Yan's gaze swept across, seeing many familiar faces.

Long Aotian—dressed in a golden robe, with a burly build and a pair of golden dragon pupils that were particularly striking.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his body emitting a faint dragon pressure, like a giant Dragon coiled in the human world.

Lin Ruoxi—dressed in a light purple dress, with long hair like a waterfall and a cold countenance, her body surrounded by Sword Intent.

She stood there quietly without saying a word, yet possessed an innate noble Aura that made people afraid to look directly at her.

Su Qingwan—dressed in white, wearing a thin veil over her face, holding a book in her hand, with an ethereal Aura.

Her Mental Energy was already approaching the five-hundred-hertz mark, and the power of heaven and earth faintly fluctuated around her, making her unfathomable.

Huang Jiuli—dressed in a red robe, her Phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, arms crossed over her chest, leaning against one of the pillars in the hall.

Flames faintly flickered around her body, scorching the surrounding air until it slightly distorted.

In addition, the other three Heavenly Ladder Clearers, Zhao Wuji, Feng Wuji, and Beichen Xing, were also all present.

Including Qin Yan himself, there were eight people.

The eight top young Prodigies of the East Courtyard were all gathered in this grand hall at this moment.

"Junior Brother Qin Yan, you just need to wait here."

After Senior Brother Zhang Hao finished speaking, he turned and left the hall, leaving only Qin Yan and the other seven.

...

The other Heavenly Ladder Clearers looked at Qin Yan, their eyes all showing strange expressions.

Their group, including Qin Yan, totaled eight people.

But for this competition, only seven people were needed.

Eight people, seven to fight, meant that one person might not need to take the field.

Who was it?

Who would be the one left behind?

"Qin Yan, you're here too?"

Huang Jiuli's eyes lit up when she saw Qin Yan; she moved away from the pillar and came to his side.

"Nine-Li, what's going on?" Qin Yan asked in a low voice.

From the moment Senior Brother Zhang Hao called him out of his Immortal Cave until now, he had been in a state of confusion, only knowing he was to participate in some kind of competition, but knowing nothing of the specific background.

Hearing this, Huang Jiuli curled her lips, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes.

"If you beg me, I'll tell you."

Her tone carried a bit of banter and a bit of playfulness.

This little Phoenix, her mischievous streak was acting up again.

Qin Yan was directly speechless.

This little Phoenix was simply—why did she like to tease him every time they met?

Looking at Huang Jiuli's triumphant expression, Qin Yan sighed helplessly.

Seeing Qin Yan's helpless look, Huang Jiuli couldn't have been happier.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, her Phoenix eyes curved into crescents, and her whole being seemed to be in an excellent mood.