124: How did he do that?

The Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit glanced at Shen Nian, then continued.

"Look at him, he picked it up and put it right back down; he clearly gave up because it was too difficult."

"That remark you made earlier about it being simple might have already angered him."

"For this young man to reach the Spirit Transformation Realm at such a young age, he must have a significant status in this world. Most people like that are prideful..."

"Ah!" Jiang Churan was stunned; she really hadn't expected things to be this serious.

Sure enough!

Dealing with people is truly too troublesome; it is much simpler to communicate with food.

Forget it, forget it, I need to leave quickly!

Before leaving, Jiang Churan thought for a moment and decided to say: "I'm sorry about just now. This sword formation isn't actually that simple. I was just talking nonsense; please don't take it to heart..."

"It's fine, I've already learned it. It really is quite simple." Shen Nian replied casually, not because he wanted to show off, but because there was no need to hide it.

Compared to simulating the Great Sun Undying Sword Art, this really was simple.

Moreover, Shen Nian had gradually discovered that his talent for the Dao of the sword had improved somewhat. If it were before he had comprehended the Great Sun Undying Sword Art, it might have taken him another few decades or even a century.

Five years is fine, it's acceptable.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Churan froze and looked at Shen Nian with some surprise.

"Heh."

"He really dares to say that."

The Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit couldn't help but sneer, then added: "Just as I suspected, this young man is clearly a prideful person..."

She couldn't even be bothered to probe Shen Nian's aura; it was simply impossible.

How long had it been?

Three breaths of time!

Even Jiang Churan had spent the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and Jiang Churan was the most talented person in the Dao of the sword that she had encountered in hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps even stronger than her master if she cultivated diligently.

But now, a young man suddenly pops out, picks up a cushion, takes a look, and then says he has learned it?

This must be a joke!

She didn't believe it for a second!

Just then.

Thump, thump, thump!

Rapid footsteps rang out.

"Damn it!"

"What is that smell? It's so pungent. Who the hell took a dump here!"

Murong Chen climbed to the top floor, covering his nose and cursing in disgust.

He had actually crossed the final level right after Shen Nian. Truth be told, he had stepped up there just to give it a try; he really hadn't expected it to be so simple.

At that moment, an elderly man with an immortal air had jumped out and looked down at him, asking.

"What is the Dao?"

And Murong Chen's answer left even that old man stunned for a long time.

"I'm familiar with this, the Dao is the path to walk!" Murong Chen answered with a laugh.

The old man asked solemnly again.

"What is your Dao?"

Murong Chen pondered for a moment and replied: "Three Low-Grade Spirit Stones for an hour, nine Low-Grade Spirit Stones for the night."

"Love arises with the wind, but the night ends with lingering feelings; this is my Dao..."

"...You." The old man was clearly taken aback. Such a pure Dao Heart—how could this be calculated?

"I will ask one more time. If you cannot answer, you shall go and endure the baptism of a lifetime..."

Murong Chen was helpless at the time. It seemed that talking nonsense really didn't work, but he had no idea what the Dao was!

After thinking it over, Murong Chen could only speak from the heart: "I don't have a Dao. I came with Brother Shen; following him is my Dao..."

The old man squinted and pondered.

Murong Chen hadn't expected that he would get through just like that.

After ascending to the top of the pavilion.

"Huh?" Murong Chen only felt two gazes sweep over him, one somewhat surprised, the other carrying a hint of coldness.

This immediately made Murong Chen's tiger-like body tremble. His two thick eyebrows twitched, and he exclaimed: "Sister..."

"Shut up!"

"I am not!" Jiang Churan glared at Murong Chen and raised her eyebrows to loudly deny it. She didn't want others to know her identity as a woman. That incident from years ago was still fresh in her memory, which was why she had come up with this method.

Sometimes she was actually quite troubled by why she was born so beautiful, even if she couldn't gain weight no matter how much she ate...

Murong Chen blinked, seemingly understanding Jiang Churan's meaning, and immediately changed his words: "Ahem, Brother Murong, why are you here!"

"I'm just passing by."

"You guys chat."

Jiang Churan had already packed up her things by now, passed by Murong Chen, and hurriedly left.

"..." Murong Chen twitched his lips and sent a voice transmission: "Damn, Sister, where are you going again?"

"Do you know I almost died just now!"

"I am your own younger brother!"

"You're just leaving like this?"

"No, at least introduce me..."

However, Jiang Churan acted as if she hadn't heard him, without the slightest hesitation. But she accidentally stepped on a mark on the floor and was pulled back by a force. Helplessly, she could only shrink her small feet and retreat back to the original spot.

( ー ー ゛ ) Jiang Churan.

Rumble!

Deafening sounds accompanied by violent shaking, and the pavilion began to change.

In just a few breaths, it became a majestic palace towering among the clouds. In front of the palace gate, there was a large plaque with the words "God Sword Pavilion" written in a dragon-flying phoenix-dancing style.

Inside.

On the main hall, stone pillars rose on both sides. On each stone pillar sat an oval jade plate, with golden patterns carved around it, emitting a purple divine light, with Jade Slips floating above them.

Tiny ancient characters were carved on each stone pillar.

"This is..." Murong Chen stood in the main hall, looked at the text on the stone pillar beside him, and read with difficulty: "Ascending... Dragon something something Sword, the sword I refined during my Golden Core Stage, taking its cauldron dragon stone..."

"Brother Shen, this doesn't look like a martial arts hall, this is a Sword Repository!"

"Swords forged by ancient Cultivators!"

Murong Chen exclaimed, his eyes filled with thick surprise. Looking around, there were a full hundred stone pillars standing, a scene that shook the soul, with different wisps of Sword Intent permeating the entire hall.

There were everything from Qi Condensation to Soul Transformation here. Each stone pillar was inscribed with the name of each sword, the Materials used for refining, and its powerful aspects.

"Hiss..." Murong Chen couldn't help but gasp.

Ancient Cultivators were truly extravagant!

To think that there were so many treasures in a Nascent Soul Immortal Cave!

It was even more exaggerated than the savings of his Sunset Valley over thousands of years!

"So many!!"

"I'm rich!!"

But Murong Chen hadn't been happy for long before he was splashed awake by a bucket of water. A majestic voice resounded through the hall.

"Those who comprehend the Heaven Light Sword Formation may take one."

"Those who comprehend the Flying Bird Sword Formation may take two."

"Those who comprehend the Canglan Sword Art may take nine."

Murong Chen was instantly dumbfounded. What the hell?

Comprehend what?

I haven't even seen them!

Just then, Murong Chen noticed a figure in green robes picking out swords.

"This one is not bad, it can be used to skewer fish and roast..."

"Eh, there's actually one that emits a chill. This would be perfect for making ice jelly!"

Jiang Churan had already forgotten what had just happened and was happily picking out divine swords, not caring about their grade at all.

At this time, Murong Chen rushed to her front.

"Brother Murong, can we please pick ones with higher grades? What are you doing picking all these Golden Core ones?" Murong Chen saw that Jiang Churan was picking all sorts of strange divine swords, twitched his lips, and added: "Are you planning to open a restaurant with these swords?"

"If you want better ones, go comprehend them yourself." Jiang Churan just glanced at him sideways and said.

"..." Murong Chen only felt a breath stuck in his chest, his face twisted, and his limbs dancing as he roared in his heart.

What a sin!

And just then, a voice suddenly came to Murong Chen's ear.

"You pick one, and I will take it for you. It will count as offsetting this Heaven Injury..."

Murong Chen was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the White-robed Figure, and then waved his hand with a smile: "No, no need. Since I said it was a gift for Brother Shen, it's for Brother Shen. My use for a sword is actually not that great..."

What kind of joke is that?

The things I gave away, Brother Shen finally accepted!

You want me to offset it again?

Am I that stupid!

Wait!

Brother Shen also comprehended the sword art?

So fast?

I remember he just came up!

And at this moment, Jiang Churan also looked over curiously. The Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit inside her body suddenly opened her eyes, with a hint of unbelievable shock in her pupils.

"This..."

"How could..."

"How did he do that?"