"Who?"
Fu Xin frowned, his gaze sweeping like lightning towards the direction from which the sound had first come. A Sword Qi silently shot out from his fingertip, striking the man's mouth precisely.
The man felt a numbness in his mouth, as if it had been stitched up; he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
This action immediately quieted the surroundings down considerably.
Despite Fu Xin's obsequious demeanor towards Han Xuanji, resembling that of a lowly errand boy, he holds a significant position within the Eternal Sword Pavilion. He is not only a disciple of the Sword Venerable but also a powerful elder of the Heart Sword Pavilion, making him a true high-ranking member of the Sword Pavilion.
Han Xuanji was somewhat surprised, not expecting Fu Xin to act so decisively.
Fu Xin withdrew her finger and looked at Han Xuanji. Seeing that the other party seemed neither angry nor annoyed, she felt relieved and said in a gentle tone:
"Please, gentlemen, do not speak nonsense. How can you force someone to do something they cannot?"
However, despite saying that, Fu Xin felt it was a good opportunity. She turned to Han Xuanji, lowered her voice, and said in a tentative tone:
"Junior Brother Han, don't pay attention to those idle gossips. However... if you're interested, you might as well try your luck at the Wordless Sword Stele."
The Sword Stele Forest was originally built for sword cultivators. Now that you've come, you should at least leave something behind.
When Fu Xin said this, he didn't actually have much hope.
Han Xuanji hasn't really reacted yet, probably just using the Sword Stele Forest as a way to appease him. If he were to speak frankly now, things would be even more uncertain.
To his surprise, Han Xuanji nodded directly.
"Alright."
Han Xuanji spoke in a flat tone, as if he had agreed to something trivial.
He glanced at Chu Qi, signaling him to follow, and then strode into the depths of the Sword Stele Forest.
That direction leads to the place where the Wordless Sword Stele stands.
"Good?"
Fu Xin was stunned for a moment, then a relieved smile bloomed on her face, and she quickly followed.
"Walk."
Zang Kong immediately followed, his eyes full of anticipation.
Ling Cang and Leng Qianqiu exchanged a glance and silently followed behind.
They wanted to see just how far Han Xuanji had progressed in Sword Dao.
In the Sword Stele Forest, the Sword Pavilion disciples who had originally been watching from afar were now moving toward the Wordless Sword Stele.
Some people whispered excitedly, while others began to speculate on how tall the sword monument Han Xuanji leave behind.
Chen Xin stood in the crowd, his gaze passing over the layers of sword tablets, landing on Han Xuanji's receding figure in a green robe.
He wasn't actually worried about whether Han Xuanji would be able to leave his own sword stele in the Sword Stele Forest.
Given Han Xuanji's strength and comprehension, it's almost certain that he left behind a sword monument.
What he was really curious about was how tall the sword stele left by Han Xuanji would be.
The question swirled in his mind for a while, and then a thought suddenly popped into his head.
If Han Xuanji's sword inscription is far inferior to his, shouldn't he go and offer some words of comfort?
After all, Han Xuanji's greatest strengths lay in the Dao of Principle and the Dao of the Physical Body; Sword Dao was merely a secondary pursuit.
It's indeed a bit unfair to only compare Sword Dao with him.
But then again, he did win this time, didn't he?
As Chen Xin thought of this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a slight smile.
The curve was so faint and subtle that unless you knew him well, you wouldn't be able to tell he was smiling.
But Si Xing was standing right next to him, and while Si Xing's other skills were debatable, his eyesight was definitely excellent.
He was excitedly preparing to follow and watch Han Xuanji's performance when he caught a glimpse of a smile appearing on Chen Xin's perpetually cold face, and he froze.
Si Xing scratched the back of his head, looked blank, took half a step closer, and muttered in a low voice:
"Junior Brother Chen Xin, what are you laughing at?"
Even Eternal Sage can get sick.
Could it be that the Sword Intent I poured in just now was too intense, damaging my mind?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he even considered reaching out to check the situation.
Chen Xin turned her head away, her smile vanishing instantly, replaced by her usual coldness, and said indifferently:
"It's alright, let's go. Brother Han's Sword Dao will surely not disappoint us."
Si Xing glanced at him suspiciously, then thought for a moment and decided that with Chen Xin's cultivation level, even if something was wrong, it wasn't his place to worry about it.
Most importantly, Han Xuanji's plan to leave a sword stele in the Sword Stele Forest clearly stirred his emotions more.
So he put the matter out of his mind and strode after Han Xuanji, muttering to himself, "What exactly is Young Venerable Han's Sword Dao like?"
The group passed through numerous sword steles and headed towards the Wordless Sword Stele.
Han Xuanji walked at the very front, her steps calm and unhurried.
His gaze swept over the sword monuments of varying heights on both sides, and he could clearly perceive the lingering Sword Dao essence contained in each monument.
Some sword tablets are hundreds of feet tall, with Sword Intent as bright as a rainbow, clearly made by a Holy Lord- level expert. Others are only a few dozen feet tall, with blurred sword marks, probably left by a Sage from a long time ago.
These sword tablets are all unique, their Sword Intent independent yet interwoven into a vast network of Sword Dao.
Han Xuanji sense that the Dao essence here was extremely rich, but because of this, it appeared mixed and impure.
Various Sword Dao philosophies are mixed and integrated, like a pot of thick soup that has been simmering for millions of years, and the profound principles they contain vary in level.
To be honest, Han Xuanji is no longer very interested in Dao-rich lands of ten or even eleven stars.
What he truly longed for was the Wordless Sword Stele stele standing at the deepest part of the Sword Stele Forest, the source of countless Sword Intent.
In his perception, the towering sword monument was like a volcano that had been dormant for countless years, its surface silent, yet its interior contained Sword Dao power powerful enough to shake heaven and earth.
He speculated that it was at least a place imbued with the Dao essence of twelve stars.
Before long, Han Xuanji arrived at the foot of the ten-thousand-foot-tall sword monument.
He looked up and saw that the sword monument was completely black, with a smooth, mirror-like surface. It was ten thousand feet tall, piercing the clouds, and its top was hidden in the clouds, with no end in sight.
Standing before it, Han Xuanji felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.
The feeling was strange. He had clearly reached the Eternal Sage Realm, and would be considered a powerful figure in the outside world, but in front of this sword monument, he seemed to have returned to the feeling of looking up in awe and reverence he had when he first embarked on the path of cultivation.
Han Xuanji, however, did not feel oppressed at all; on the contrary, she was extremely excited.
His lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes gleamed.
The moment he stood still, a familiar system notification sounded in his mind.
[Detected the " Wordless Sword Stele," one of the twelve check-in locations. Check in now? Each check-in costs 200,000 Eternal Point Count, up to three times. A special check-in can be completed by spending 300,000 points.]
Han Xuanji's heart skipped a beat.
He had long suspected that the Wordless Sword Stele might be the site of the twelve star Dao essences, but when the system confirmed it, he still couldn't help but sigh.
He previously checked in at Immeasurable Space, earning no more than 100,000 points at a time.
The Wordless Sword Stele doubled.
But upon closer examination, it makes sense.
Although the Immeasurable Saint Emperor was powerful, he was only Top-Tier Saint King, still some distance from the Absolute Peak Saint King.
The Eternal Sword Ancestor was a true Absolute Peak Saint King, the founder of the Eternal Sword Pavilion, and a disciple of the Sage King Wendao. He can be considered the creator of the Sword Dao system of the Eternal Continent. In terms of both strength and historical status, he is an indelible figure in the history of the Eternal Continent.
Moreover, this Wordless Sword Stele has stood here for countless years, embodying the Sword Intent and dedication of generations of the Sword Pavilion disciples. Its profound Daoist essence far surpasses that of the Immeasurable Space.
Two hundred thousand per time, it's worth the price.
"Luckily, I had been in seclusion for a hundred years before coming here and had accumulated some wealth, otherwise it really wouldn't be enough."
Han Xuanji silently calculated his Eternal Point Count; they were barely enough.
He didn't hesitate, nor did he feel sorry for him.
I save up my points just to spend them on things like this.
He silently recited in his heart:
"System, check-in."