"Yun Mu, what do we do? I can't go on anymore. I have no way to control my Strength Gloves at all. If I go any higher, I'll need to be at the Ninth-Heaven realm!" Zhao Qingyang wailed.
I nodded, then said to the female grand sect master, "Then we'll stay here and choose a dwelling to cultivate in. What about the iron swords we're carrying?"
"Just throw the iron swords down below. What else can you do?" The female grand elder had quite the temper. Her expression plainly said, Take it or leave it.
"Me! Since nobody wants one, I, Zhao Qingyang, will choose a dwelling first!" With that, Zhao Qingyang was the first to throw away his iron sword. With a whoosh, the iron sword spun straight down the mountain at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!
"Ah!"
Someone must have been struck by the sword. A shriek rang out, frightening Zhao Qingyang into ducking his head, though he still tried to peer down below. But they were already halfway up the mountain, with mist and clouds drifting everywhere, making it impossible to see what was happening beneath them. He hurriedly explained, "I clearly threw it outside the stairs..."
"That was simply his own bad luck. Dao fortune is also a condition for climbing the Ascension Immortal Stairway." The female grand elder did not care in the slightest. She continued, "You want to choose a dwelling, right? There are quite a few here. A total of one hundred are vacant. Pick one and go in to cultivate."
"Senior, are there differences in quality between these dwellings?" Zhao Qingyang hurriedly asked.
As soon as he heard that, Mo Xiaoning threw away his sword as well and said, "I choose the first room of the Heaven