671: Chapter 671 This is... the Sword Domain?

The laughter was hearty and loud, carrying the majesty and confidence of a superior, echoing for a long time in the empty hall.

Everyone looked up, only to see the figures of two men suddenly appear in the center of the hall.

Without warning or sound, the space that had been empty a second ago was now occupied by the two, as if they had always been standing there.

The newcomers were none other than Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan.

“Peak Revered Master, lineage master, Revered Master.”

A group of Disciples spoke respectfully one after another, bowing to their respective elders.

“You little fellows should already know why this seat has summoned you here.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya spoke, his gaze sweeping over the eight individuals including Qin Yan, Huang Jiuli, and Lin Ruoxi.

The group nodded.

“Next, as long as you can defeat the Disciples of Diluo Valley, this seat can make the decision: in the future, if you can join Wan Jian Peak, this seat will give you an Opportunity to become my Disciple. How about it?”

Peak Master Jian Wuya's words were startling.

Become Peak Master Jian Wuya's Disciple?

Become a Personal Disciple of the Wan Jian Peak Revered Master, a True Emperor Realm powerhouse?

This condition was so generous it was almost unbelievable.

Even the likes of Huang Jiuli, Lin Ruoxi, and Long Aotian were filled with excitement upon hearing this.

As a Peak Revered Master of the Taixuan Holy Land, the resources and power Peak Master Jian Wuya held in his hands were terrifyingly vast.

Furthermore, there was his strength—Peak Master Jian Wuya was a powerhouse among those in the True Emperor Realm, having already advanced significantly along several paths within that realm.

Even at the True Emperor level, he was a top-tier existence.

Even the strongest Old Ancestors of the forces behind these prodigies were no match for Peak Master Jian Wuya.

Only the Old Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, where Long Aotian hailed from, likely possessed strength exceeding Peak Master Jian Wuya's.

But that was the Dragon Clan's Old Ancestor, not Long Aotian's parents.

Long Aotian had hardly ever seen the Dragon Clan Old Ancestor since he was a child.

In short, if one could become Peak Master Jian Wuya's Disciple, it would be equivalent to ascending to heaven in a single step.

The most excited person present was none other than Lin Ruoxi.

Her gaze was burning, and her breathing quickened slightly.

Because her goal had always been to take Peak Master Jian Wuya as her Revered Master!

And now, the Opportunity was right before her eyes.

As long as she defeated the Disciples of Diluo Valley and showed sufficient strength, she would gain the chance to become Peak Master Jian Wuya's Disciple.

She had to seize this Opportunity.

Nearby, a few Disciples from Diluo Valley couldn't help but have a flash of unmaskable envy in their eyes upon hearing this.

An incomparable Sword Cultivator like Peak Master Jian Wuya, who stood at the Peak of the True Emperor Realm, would definitely be among the top even if placed among the eight lineage masters of Diluo Valley.

If one could study under him, the future path of martial arts could be said to be a smooth road—having a True Emperor powerhouse personally point out the bottlenecks of one's Cultivation Technique, having the sword Dao Legacy accumulated over tens of thousands of years by Wan Jian Peak available for study, and furthermore, holding the golden status of being the Peak Revered Master's Personal Disciple while traveling the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, anyone would have to show some respect.

This kind of Opportunity was no exaggeration to call a carp leaping through the Dragon gate.

However, Senior Sister Luo Qinghe, who stood in the center of the seven, remained as calm as ever.

Her Revered Master, Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan, was the lineage master of the Yuehua Lineage in Diluo Valley; his cultivation was unfathomable, and he was by no means an average figure in the True Emperor Realm, not inferior to Peak Master Jian Wuya in the slightest.

With such a Revered Master teaching her carefully, she naturally had no need to envy the Revered Master-Disciple heritage of others.

“If you fail to pass this seat's test in the future, I can also give you three thousand taixuan points as compensation at that time,”

Peak Master Jian Wuya continued.

These words seemed casual, but they were actually spoken after careful consideration.

Each of these eight young people before him was a Prodigy who had cleared nine hundred and ninety-nine floors of the Heavenly Ladder; whether it was talent, Comprehension Ability, or Heart-Nature, they were all one in a hundred million.

Such seedlings were qualified to become his Personal Disciples.

But Peak Master Jian Wuya also had his own considerations—he did not want too many Disciples.

Disciples should be chosen for quality over quantity; if the number was too large, his energy would be divided, and the guidance and resources each Disciple could receive would be diluted accordingly.

That was not the result he wanted.

That was why he said he would give everyone an 'Opportunity' rather than directly taking them as Disciples.

An Opportunity needed to be fought for with one's own strength.

The Disciples shook their heads in unison after hearing Peak Master Jian Wuya's supplementary words.

Three thousand taixuan points was certainly not a small sum, but how could it be compared to the Opportunity to study under Peak Master Jian Wuya?

One was an external object that would be gone once used;

The other was a transformation sufficient to change the destiny of one's entire life.

The gap between the two was like that of a firefly to the bright moon, simply incomparable.

If possible, they would certainly exert all their strength to show their strongest power in the upcoming matches, striving for victory and the chance to study under him.

“Alright, the rewards have been discussed. Now, Lin Ruoxi, Long Aotian, Feng Wuji, Su Qingwan, step forward!”

Peak Master Jian Wuya's voice suddenly became serious.

As his voice fell, four figures stepped out from the line in response, standing in a neat row before everyone.

Lin Ruoxi held a long sword, her expression cold;

Long Aotian stood with his hands behind his back, Battle Intent burning in his dragon pupils;

Feng Wuji's face was calm, the sound of wind and thunder faintly echoing around him;

Su Qingwan wore a thin veil, holding a book scroll in her hand, her aura ethereal.

“Qingwan, you have reached 499.5 Mental Energy, and you three have also condensed Supreme-Grade Intent; you can directly participate in the matches.”

Peak Master Jian Wuya's gaze swept over the four, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

These four were the top four among the eight Heavenly Ladder Clearers of the East Courtyard, sufficient to battle the strongest Disciples of Diluo Valley.

“Yes, Peak Revered Master!”

The four responded in unison.

Afterward, Peak Master Jian Wuya's gaze turned to Qin Yan, Huang Jiuli, Beichen Xing, and Zhao Wuji.

“As for the four of you, you shall spar with each other. Whoever is defeated first will be eliminated.”

Although Qin Yan, Huang Jiuli, Beichen Xing, and Zhao Wuji were also Heavenly Ladder Clearers, there was still a certain gap in strength compared to the previous four.

He wanted to eliminate one from the four of them through an internal sparring match.

Having said that, Peak Master Jian Wuya gave a large wave of his hand.

Layers of Sword Intent surged from his palm like invisible threads, enveloping Qin Yan and the other three.

That Sword Intent was gentle yet powerful, lacking any aggression, yet carrying an irresistible force.

Qin Yan and the others only felt their vision blur as the surrounding scenery instantly underwent a massive change.

The hall disappeared, the Disciples of Diluo Valley disappeared, and Peak Master Jian Wuya and Pulse Master Lu Chenyuan disappeared as well.

In their place was a silvery-white space.

The space was vast and boundless, with no end in sight.

Beneath their feet was a void of silvery-white light, which felt like solid ground when stepped upon;

Above their heads was a sky full of starlight, with dots of light scattering down, illuminating the entire space.

In the space, wisps of Sword Intent swirled and flowed—some sharp as blades, some soft as silk, some blazing like fire, and some cold as frost.

They drifted slowly through the air like silver ribbons, exquisitely beautiful.

“Is this... a Sword Domain?”