"Exactly, the Sword Pool!" Lu Tao's lips curled upward. "The Sword Pool is where the sages of every generation buried their swords. It contains boundless sword intent. If they can enter and train there, then after entering the inner valley, they won't be injured by the sword intent contained within the Trial Sword Stone. As long as they know this, I can guarantee they won't refuse this wager!"
"To enter the inner valley, one must enter the Sword Pool..."
"It's just that... there are very few Sword Pool slots. Only a handful of outstanding disciples obtain them each year. Outsiders aren't qualified to enter... No one would refuse a wager with that as the stake, but what if they win..."
Lu Zichao revealed a worried expression.
"Win? How could winning be so easy? We can use the Tomb of Attire as the wager!"
Lu Tao seemed to recall something. All his earlier anger vanished as he chuckled wickedly.
"The Tomb of Attire? Hahaha, Lu Tao, you really are ruthless! The Tomb of Attire was the grave left behind by our ancestor, Great Emperor Lu Xi, when he knew that once he departed, returning would be difficult. Though it contains only his clothes and ceremonial attire, it holds sword intent powerful beyond measure. The living must not enter. Every year, only the High Priest can enter to offer flowers with the aid of the will of all the people. Countless descendants have tried over the billions of years, yet none have succeeded. Using that as the wager... truly makes it an impossible task. As long as those outsiders agree, they are bound to lose!"
Lu Zichao burst out laughing.
"Of course. Don't worry. Not only will I make him spit back what he swindled from us, I'll also make their reputations