37: Chapter 37 Arrival in Sword King City! System Radar Locks On to "The Sword Emperor of the Past Life"!

The night sky outside the window was beginning to pale.

Accompanied by the deep, resonant groaning of a dragon bone, the massive flying ship of the Xuantian Sect broke through the final layer of thick clouds at the edge of the Central Plains.

The faint light of dawn spilled into the cabin through the glass porthole. Gu Yi stood up and walked slowly to the window. The cool morning breeze brushed against his cheeks through the gap.

At the edge of his vision, a magnificent city, like an ancient behemoth crouching on the earth, slowly revealed its imposing silhouette in the morning mist.

That was the renowned Sword King City of the Central Plains.

This city did not have the square, orderly walls of ordinary secular capitals; in their place were hundreds of inverted sword peaks towering into the clouds.

Those peaks were cold, iron-blue in color, resembling sharp swords thrusting into the heavens, and the naturally circulating, biting Sword Qi shredded the surrounding clouds to pieces.

Even though the flying ship was still dozens of miles away from the city, Gu Yi could still clearly feel that the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth had become exceptionally sharp. If an ordinary Cultivator were to inhale this Spiritual Qi without any precautions, their Meridians would certainly suffer a stabbing pain like being cut by knives.

Facing this pressure formed by the Laws of heaven and earth, Gu Yi raised an eyebrow. His Creation Immortal Body instinct was triggered instantly, and a layer of gentle, colorless True Essence quietly flowed through his body, smoothing out that sharp, stinging sensation.

Walking out of the cabin, the wide deck of the flying ship was already filled with elite Disciples of the Xuantian Sect. Everyone was shocked by the magnificent scene before them, and whispers and discussions rose one after another.

"Junior Brother Gu."

A cold, jade-like voice rang out beside him.

Gu Yi turned his head to see Senior Sister Mu Qingxue, dressed in snow-white robes, standing quietly beside him. She held a cup of spirit tea, steam curling from it, and handed it to Gu Yi.

This normally indifferent Senior Sister, who cared for nothing, had only Gu Yi's reflection in her deep, pool-like eyes at this moment. The surrounding awe-inspiring sights of the sword peaks seemed unable to catch her attention.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Gu Yi smiled gently, naturally taking the spirit tea and taking a small sip. A warm current flowed down his throat to his limbs, sweeping away the slight fatigue from not sleeping all night.

"Senior Brother! Wait for me!"

Accompanied by crisp footsteps, Junior Sister Lin Wanying, who had changed into a brand-new immortal dress, ran out from the corridor, jumping and skipping.

This girl had slept well in the cabin last night; she no longer looked disheveled like when she was hiding in the wooden box. Like an energetic lark, she grabbed Gu Yi's left arm.

She poked her head out curiously, looking at the massive city drawing closer below, her eyes full of the excitement of seeing a new world for the first time.

Not far away at the ship's rail, Liu Qingwan was leaning against the railing.

She had changed into a slightly more formal Elder's robe today, but the lazy charm carved into her bones was still hard to hide. She shook the wine gourd in her hand, looking at the scene of Gu Yi being surrounded by two stunning Junior/Senior Sisters with a half-smile.

"Disciples, listen to my orders. The flying ship is about to dock. Tidy yourselves up; do not disgrace the prestige of our Xuantian Sect."

Gu Yi put down the teacup. His voice was not loud, but it carried the thick True Essence of the Golden Core Stage, clearly spreading throughout the entire flying ship. The deck, which had been somewhat noisy, instantly quieted down, and all the Disciples immediately straightened their backs and stood in formation.

The speed of the flying ship slowed down, and it finally hovered steadily over the white jade square on the periphery of Sword King City, which was large enough to accommodate a hundred giant ships.

The massive spirit wood gangway descended with a boom, landing firmly on the white jade-paved ground.

Gu Yi's robes fluttered slightly as he took the first step, leading the Xuantian Sect group down the gangway.

The square was already bustling with noise. In addition to the deacons of the Sword Sect responsible for reception, a large number of Loose Cultivators and representatives from various Sects who had come to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference were gathered there.

The moment Gu Yi's figure, stepping on the morning light, appeared on the gangway, the originally noisy square fell into a brief silence.

He wore the moon-white inner Sect chief robe, his posture as straight as a pine, and his face as handsome as an immortal descending to the mortal world. More importantly, the calm, gentle, and jade-like temperament he possessed stood out brilliantly against the sunlight.

"Is that... the leader of the Xuantian Sect? Why is he so young?"

"With such an otherworldly bearing and such thick Golden Core pressure, he must be the famous Chief Senior Brother of the Xuantian Sect, Gu Yi!"

In the crowd, many female Cultivators traveling together cast their gazes toward the figure on the gangway. Although the cultivation world respects the strong, facing such a young Prodigy with both appearance and temperament, these female Cultivators' eyes still brimmed with undisguised admiration.

"Young Master Gu is truly better seen than heard of..." A whisper, deliberately lowered but carrying a hint of shyness, floated out from the camp of female Cultivators of a second-rate Sect nearby.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate reaction around Gu Yi.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying was like a kitten that had its tail stepped on, instantly becoming vigilant.

She had only been holding Gu Yi's arm loosely, but she now tightened her grip, pressing her whole body against him. She puffed out her fair, tender cheeks and glared back at the female Cultivators below who were staring at Gu Yi with a fierce look of "protecting her food."

On the other side, Senior Sister Mu Qingxue did not speak, but the temperature around her dropped to freezing point in an instant. Her right hand, which had been hanging naturally, had unknowingly rested on the hilt of the long sword at her waist. She looked ready to draw her sword and clear the area at the slightest provocation.

Caught in the middle, Gu Yi felt the softness on his left and the icy cold on his right, finding it quite funny.

He patted Junior Sister Lin Wanying's hand back calmly, and used the corner of his eye to soothe his Senior Sister who was about to draw her sword. Relying on this skilled technique of balancing relationships, he forcibly pushed this Shura field that had not yet erupted back to its starting point.

"Fellow Daoists of the Xuantian Sect, you have traveled far, and the journey must have been arduous. I am Zhao Heng, the welcoming deacon of the Sword Sect, specially ordered to wait here for Chief Gu."

A middle-aged Cultivator wearing the standard long robe of the Sword Sect greeted them with a face full of smiles, bowing to Gu Yi with a respectful attitude.

Gu Yi stopped, wearing that impeccable, gentle smile, and returned the salute with folded hands: "Deacon Zhao is too polite. Thank you to everyone at the Sword Sect for your arrangements."

Just as the two were exchanging pleasantries and handing over the stationing arrangements.

Deep within Gu Yi's dark Sea of Consciousness, a sharp, mechanical alarm that only he could hear abruptly pierced the silence.

[Ding! High-energy radar array scan complete!]

[Warning: Detected a high-concentration Luck gathering point within a three-mile radius!] [New Luck target locked, generating top-secret intelligence panel...]

A cold, sharp glint flashed imperceptibly in the depths of Gu Yi's eyes, which had originally held a gentle smile.

A light blue, translucent light screen instantly popped up at the edge of his retina, and a glaring red light dot flashed crazily on the radar interface, finally settling in a remote corner on the right side of the square.

[Target Name]: Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen

[Identity Background]: A down-and-out Loose Cultivator from the Central Plains. His true Soul is the Ancient Sword Emperor who fell three thousand years ago, having undergone Possession and Rebirth into this dying body.

[Current Status]: He is currently relying on memories from his past life to attempt to sneak into the Sword Sect's Dao Discussion Conference, seeking an Opportunity to infiltrate the core of the Sword Tomb and retrieve the top-grade sword bones he left behind in his past life to reshape his supreme Dao foundation.

Ancient Sword Emperor Rebirth?

Gu Yi kept his expression normal as he exchanged pleasantries with Deacon Zhao, but his gaze inadvertently followed the radar's guidance and swept toward the corner on the right side of the square.

Among the glamorous Disciples of the major Sects and Loose Cultivators, that figure looked out of place.

It was a slightly thin young man. He was wearing a coarse grey robe that had been washed white; one could even see obvious signs of wear and mending at the edges of the robe. He wore a pair of straw sandals covered in mud on his feet, and his hair was casually tied behind his head with a withered blade of grass.

Most eye-catching was the long object strapped to his back. It was tightly wrapped in circle after circle of dirty, greasy rags, revealing only half of a sword hilt covered in dark red rust.

Cultivators passing by, whether Sword Sect Disciples or visiting Loose Cultivators, would unconsciously frown, cover their noses, and quicken their pace, their eyes full of undisguised disgust and contempt.

However, the young man named Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen ignored the malicious gazes around him.

His spine was straight, like a lone sword that would never break. The eyes hidden beneath his messy bangs were staring fixedly at the highest sword peak in the deepest part of Sword King City, his pupils surging with a pride belonging to a superior, as well as a fanatical longing for past glory.

Gu Yi took in this scene, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint arc.

A down-and-out shell, plus the Soul of a high-and-mighty old monster—if this kind of arrogant Son of Luck were to be suppressed in public, the Villain Value that could be exploded would definitely be a huge sum.

However, Gu Yi was not in a hurry to step on this down-and-out rat.

Since the prey had already entered his sight, he would drain every last drop of value from him as he sought his Opportunity.

"Chief Gu, the inns for the various Sects have been arranged. Please follow me." Deacon Zhao checked the roster and stepped aside respectfully, making a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you for leading the way, Deacon Zhao."

Gu Yi withdrew his gaze from Ancient Sword Emperor Xiao Chen, his deep eyes returning to their calm, gentle state.

Leading Junior Sister Lin Wanying, with Senior Sister Mu Qingxue following beside him, he walked majestically toward the prosperous inner city of Sword King City, surrounded by the Sword Sect Disciples.