Divine Grass Mountain.
There was a bridge called the Suspended Sword Bridge.
Folklore claimed that the Dragon Slaying Sword hung in the middle of the bridge, preventing flood dragons from rushing through the waters—what they called a flood dragon's passage—and washing the bridge away.
This bridge had existed since ancient times.
The Dragon Slaying Sword contained a Sword Spirit.
It was not as though no one had ever set their sights on Divine Grass Mountain.
On the contrary, many had wanted Divine Grass Mountain and sought to claim it for themselves.
It was merely that none of them had passed the trials set by the Sword Spirit.
The Sword Spirit had driven them all away.
For ten thousand years, there had not been a single one worth looking at.
The white-robed woman formed by the Sword Spirit sighed softly by the river.
This batch really is the worst group of human cultivators I've ever seen!
And so, year after year passed by.
No one could pass the Sword Spirit's trial.
That year, a young man came to Divine Grass Mountain.
"..."
The Sword Spirit watched the young man holding all manner of receipts and certificates.
In truth, the Sword Spirit had noticed him long ago and seen through his disguise.
But at the time, he had not bought the mountain, so the Sword Spirit had paid him no mind.
Now that he had bought the mountain, he had to undergo her trial.
Still, someone so young buying a mountain was truly a rare sight.
"Come, then. Let this Sword Spirit see just how steadfast your Dao heart truly is!"
The Sword Spirit swept out a hand.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, yet Li Xuanxiao, walking within it, noticed nothing at all.
The Sword Spirit lifted her head