Toothpick Stirring Water Tank

The thick clouds on the mountaintop dissipated, the Clear Mist was shaken off, and it turned into a fierce wind that swept across the heavens.

A graceful figure, ethereal as a fairy and swift as a sword, hovered in front of the black boat.

Excessive drinking is bad.

Swearing is also wrong.

But this is the stunning beauty of the Sword-Wielder Zongzhi Mountain!

The disciples at the foot of the mountain, the instructors, and the elders at the mountainside finally breathed a long sigh of relief, having finally regained their face.

Even Huangfu Qun across from him, whose gloomy and heavy old face relaxed a little.

Such scenes are not common after Lingzhou Yue joined the sect.

He then realized that five hundred years ago, Lingzhou Yue might not have been a spy planted in the sect by the Dao Alliance, but might have truly been loyal to the sect.

But then I thought about it again, and it's also true that this woman swindled money from the Crystal Vault to buy wine, and spread secrets about the sect in various Imperial Capital, East Floating City, and even Chaos City...

Is she just a carefree neutral party?

Do such people really exist in the Dharma Ending Era?

Or is she hiding more secrets?

Huangfu Qun was completely puzzled.

Down the mountain, on the welcoming platform.

The two veteran instructors who were presiding over the Sword Inheritance Assembly also breathed a sigh of relief, straightened their backs, and gave up their plan to go to the mountaintop to greet the guests.

Through the dispersing clouds, Xiao Ran looked up at his Master's graceful, sword-like figure. He never expected that in the end, his Master would bear the heavy responsibility of enlivening the atmosphere with the Chunwa and Qiuchan.

He thought to himself, "My Master may be simple-minded, but when it comes to crucial moments, he still has strength and domineering presence."

Beside me.

Chuyan's eyes sparkled with admiration, her left hand gripping Xiao Ran's arm tightly with excitement, her fingertips piercing his blue robe and digging into his flesh.

Slap! Xiao Ran slapped her on the back of the head.

It doesn't hurt, but it refreshes the mind.

Others get the pleasure, don't leave a badge of honor on me! "Ah, sorry."

Chuyan quickly let go and instead grabbed her own right arm with her left hand.

In Xiao Ran's view, this was a sign of incontinence, something he had seen at airports where some Korean stars were greeted in his previous life.

In the air.

The violent clouds stirred up by the tide slammed the black boat ten feet away, washing over its sails and swaying its hull, creating a sense of desolation and vulnerability.

Heishi and the old judge felt their feet sink and sway, barely managing to stay upright only by exerting their strength.

Li Wuxie, however, kept his eyelids drooping and remained as still as a mountain, even taking out a Black Sand Teapot from his pocket.

He would take out his Black Sand Teapot whenever he saw a woman, otherwise his back would hurt.

It's an old problem.

Instinctively, I lifted the lid to take a look. There were fewer goji berries, and I couldn't help but frown. I felt a sense of emptiness, wishing that the Sword Inheritance Assembly would end soon so I could go back and add some more goji berries.

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at Lingzhou Yue. Good heavens, how indecent! He didn't dare to look closely, only glancing at her briefly before saying after a long while, "Lingzhou Yue, you've become stronger."

His words carried the air of a senior Academy member, as if he were stamping Lingzhou Yue's approval. No matter how weak he was, he had to maintain the dignity of the Dao Alliance in his speech.

Lingzhou Yue shook her head and took a sip of wine.

"It's because you're weak."

She knew nothing about Li Wuxie's fate, but even she couldn't help but sigh at the fact that such a once outstanding talent of the Academy had fallen to such a state.

Feeling intimidated by Master Boyun's power, Li Wuxie unleashed a sword strike.

Li Wuxie was rendered weak by Lingzhou Yue and had no way to refute her. He could only secretly take a big gulp of goji berries, chew them quickly, and swallow them into his waist. Only then did he feel a little more powerful.

"In these extraordinary times, let's not waste any more time on idle talk and begin the process of Sword Succession."

Lingzhou Yue pouted, put her hands on her hips with arrogance, and showed off her devilish figure.

"What's the rush? Aren't you going to check on my apprentice first?"

Li Wuxie's eyes drooped. As Sword Judge, since he had been parachuted to the mountaintop, why would he lower himself to meet the test subject ahead of time? Besides, this Sword Succession was a disciple who killed the Dao Alliance Hunting Falcon! "As Sword Judge, the only possibility that I can't see the Sword Succession is that the Sword Succession failed to set foot in the Sword Tomb and was destined to miss the ancient sword."

As expected of you, just keep putting on a brave face.

Lingzhou Yue smiled.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm letting you see him just so you can prepare in advance, so you won't be too shocked and your body can't handle it."

Li Wuxie, with his panda eyes drooping, simply said indifferently:

"If even the master can't do it, how can a newly initiated disciple do it?"

Lingzhou Yue smiled without saying a word, tilted his head back and gulped down his drink, then turned and left, returning to the elders' seat halfway up the mountain to watch the show.

The Sword Inheritance Assembly then began.

The two Nascent Soul instructors each took out a round Ink Sword Stone, which could be used to reflect the Sword Intent on the stone to test the physical and mental state of the person who Sword Succession, whether they were suitable to Sword Succession, and whether there was any danger.

This is one of the representative works of True Person Moxia, and it is a bestseller in the cultivation Cultivation World.

Xiao Ran and Chuyan pressed their handprints onto the Ink Sword Stone one after the other.

Status display of the Ink Sword Stone.

Chuyan's handprint, with its slightly reddish hue and smooth texture, indicates that she is in a perfect peak state both physically and mentally, even exhibiting a kind of exhilarating excitement, making her very suitable for Sword Succession.

Xiao Ran thought to himself, "You've already left me with medals, how can I not be excited?"

However, Xiao Ran's handprint was dark in color and had tangled and gloomy patterns, indicating that his physical and mental condition was very poor and he was completely unsuitable to participate in the Sword Inheritance Assembly.

There's nothing we can do about it; cheating comes at a cost.

His Senior Uncle gave him the Blood Burst Pill, but it could also kill him.

His Master gave him a cheat code, but also drained his body.

Seeing the two coaches looking troubled, Xiao Ran forced a confident smile.

"It's alright, I have an apprentice to guide me."

"..."

Chuyan remained silent.

She actually said what was on her mind!

He's even out of his mind! Was he that tired last night? Or was his Grandmaster? Xiao Ran said that, the two instructors couldn't refute it, and the elders didn't seem to have any objections either, so they could only begin the ceremony.

Then, the two began to introduce the guests and recite the oath of the Dao Alliance.

Xiao Ran's words sounded similar to the Night Watchmen's oath, involving killing the underworld and protecting the alliance...

It sounds exciting, but he has too many thoughts on his mind, so he can't feel excited at all.

Finally, the two announced—

The Sword Inheritance Assembly begins! Senior Brother Zhang then explained the rules of the Sword Succession to the two of them.

"The rules are simple: just climb the mountain. You can use healing pills freely, but you are prohibited from using spirit-replenishing pills and Spirit Stone. Do you understand?"

"Clear."

Xiao Ran nodded.

Then, Chuyan and he entered the mist-shrouded Sword Mound Mountain one after the other.

It has a sense of a hero cutting off his own arm, a scene of desolation and despair.

We entered the clouds and reached the foot of the mountain.

The two looked up and saw an endless vertical Precipice stretching into the depths of the clouds.

This is the first hurdle on the path to Sword Succession.

Cliff Layer.

Steep, cold, and smooth.

Occasionally, one can see scattered rock hollows, caves, and withered grass, but these are very sparse.

In addition, some faint blue light barriers that can isolate Spiritual Power can be seen on the cliff.

Chuyan's face froze for a moment. After carefully confirming, she was certain that it was Spirit Severing Restriction!

This means that Spiritual Power cannot be used while climbing the wall...

How could they possibly climb up then? Chuyan was dumbfounded.

Why didn't anyone tell me I couldn't use Spiritual Power?

Xiao Ran was also puzzled and could only guess, "The elders must have a confidentiality agreement."

Chuyan suddenly felt like she had boarded a pirate ship; Xiao Ran must have tricked her into being a stepping stone.

"Is it too late for me to quit now?"

Xiao Ran inexplicably recalled a painful mask from his past life...

"According to your words, climbing a mountain is like going to bed; do you think you can run away halfway up?"

Chuyan was taken aback. It seemed like what I said, but then again, it didn't seem like it...

"This is only the first test, and I have to climb the Precipice without using Spiritual Power. As expected, I am just a Direct Disciple of a direct disciple and I am not qualified to Sword Succession."

Slap! Xiao Ran slapped Xiao Ran on the forehead.

It doesn't hurt, but it refreshes the mind.

Where did your earlier bravado go?

Chuyan looked dejected on her innocent, round face.

"I'm too weak, not even as good as you..."

Xiao Ran forced himself to stay alert and explained, "The presence of an isolation barrier doesn't mean you can't use Spiritual Power. You can either break the barrier or forcefully use Spiritual Power despite it."

Chuyan shook her little head sideways, like a rattle drum.

"Breaking the restriction requires even stronger Spiritual Power, which is difficult even for me with my Golden Core Cultivation Level, let alone you who are only at the Qi Refining? Advancing through the restriction would probably require an immortal body. You are a man who is so weak from being massaged by your Grandmaster, how can you climb a mountain with the restriction on your body?"

Xiao Ran was unconvinced.

"Then let's have a contest. Whoever passes the first test will have to transfer Spiritual Power to him, massaging his back and shoulders to restore his lost Spiritual Power, how about that?"

Chuyan pouted.

"Give me your meager Spiritual Power, and it'll be like Toothpick Stirring Water Tank."

As expected of you!

Xiao Ran's face stiffened, and he coughed twice.

"I have my own ways, and... you can't beat me."

Chuyan still harbored resentment over the embarrassing incident of being cleaved down by Xiao Ran's sword on the Sword Plaza last time. Coupled with her expectation of Xiao Ran massaging her back and shoulders, she didn't say anything more and nodded in agreement.

He then drew his rapier and used the Sewing Needle Sword Art to try to break the restriction on the cliff.

Xiao Ran then climbed up with his bare hands.