Hundred Swords Return to the Pool Gathering, Army-Breaking Spear Enters the Pool

A few days later, the Hundred Swords Return to the Pool Gathering officially began.

Before dawn had fully broken, a long queue already wound along the stone steps outside the mountain gate.

Aside from those who had arrived early, carriages and horses from various Qingzhou clans lined the mountain path all the way down to the foot of the mountain, their crest-embroidered curtains lifted a corner by the wind before falling back.

Young disciples with swords at their hips, sect disciples carrying long cases, and pugilistic martial artists lugging weapons trudged upward in groups.

All sorts of people filled the procession: some cradling ancestral named swords, some lugging sabers and axes, some carrying long halberds, and others bearing their sect's suppressing artifacts, pausing every two steps to wipe them down with a cloth.

Some people also came not for fame, but merely to use the sharp aura of Sword-Hiding Mountain's millennium-old sword pool to temper their own weapons.

Xu Mingting walked among the crowd of people in the mountains alongside the Xu family disciples.

He listened to the surrounding discussions all the way, having long since decided upon the protagonist of this gathering in his heart.

That person naturally was his own elder sister, Xu Qinglan, the sword dao genius of Qingzhou once in five hundred years.

Such a spectacle was entirely fitting for her to stand at the very highest point!

Thinking of being able to witness his elder sister's graceful demeanor once again, his pupils shone brightly, and, full of high spirits, he parted the crowd to press forward.

Walking to the outer periphery of the sword pool, he spent some effort squeezing to the front of the crowd, but his footsteps came to a halt.

Yan Tieyi stood at the very front.

Xu Mingting did not react