The first day of the sixth month was auspicious for fasting and ritual offerings.
The Sword-Wiping Grand Assembly was scheduled to officially open at the Sword-Discussion Platform on Sword-Wiping Peak.
Sword-Wiping Peak actually consisted of four peaks: one main peak and three subsidiary peaks.
At the cloud-capped summit of the main peak, an enormous stone sword stood tall.
The stone sword's blade was densely covered in inscriptions. A closer look revealed that most read, "Disciple so-and-so defeated disciple so-and-so here."
Some had been crossed out.
When disciples of the sect had a grievance between them, mere verbal sparring could not settle the dispute.
Only by deciding who was superior in a match could they make the other party shut their mouth and behave.
Defeated cultivators would also train harder as a result, hoping to one day wash away their humiliation.
This was how Sword-Wiping Peak's atmosphere of fierce competition and combat had gradually formed.
Song Yan followed the mountain path up the main peak. Along the way, he also ran into Li Qingfeng and Sun Zhengfu.
They chatted as they headed up together.
The master of Sword-Wiping Peak was named Luo Xiaming. Elder Luo seemed particularly fond of bamboo; all along the way were bamboo groves of every variety, each different from the next.
Ordinarily, the paths through the bamboo groves were secluded and tranquil. Their atmosphere was indeed well suited to those cultivating the Sword Dao.
Today was different, however. Cultivators from all six peaks participating in Sword Polishing had gathered here, and disciples from the various peaks were everywhere along the way, their discussions rising one after another.
There was no need to extend their Divine Sense to hear those discussions perfectly clearly.
Most were discussing which disciples would distinguish themselves during the selection stage of this