Around the Ten Thousand Swords Platform, Sword Qi Soaring to the Firmament, and the Sword Intent was boundless.
Countless sword cultivators were absorbed in their repeated attempts to draw their swords, whether successful or unsuccessful, and the air was filled with a complex mix of excitement, regret, and anticipation.
Han Xuanji was puzzled upon hearing Jian Wuchen's words.
"I'll go?"
Why should I go?
" The Great Luo Sword Embryo, understand?"
However, he only thought it to himself, and then said in a serious tone:
"It's about quality, not quantity, when it comes to swords. I'm already satisfied with the sword I have now."
"Yeah..."
Jian Wuchen seemed to be deep in thought, feeling that Han Xuanji's temperament was far superior to his own.
He even claimed to be a sword enthusiast, but in reality, he couldn't resist a good sword.
How is this any different from a fickle, scumbag boyfriend?
Jian Wuchen began to mentally rethink and examine himself.
This prompted a sword cultivator watching the commotion to chuckle and interject:
"Ah, brother, why blame yourself? You've only made a mistake that all sword cultivators make. It's alright, it's alright!"
Han Xuanji smiled upon hearing this and patted Jian Wuchen on the shoulder:
"Ahem, Brother Wuchen, the fortuitous opportunity is before you. If you truly wish to try, then go."
Jian Wuchen looked up at the high platform and saw yet another confident prodigy go up, only to be knocked back a moment later, looking disheveled and with his Sword Intent scattered. Jian Wuchen couldn't help but hesitate again.
If one fails to take the stage, it will only damage one's confidence.
If one chooses a common sword for the sake of stability, one will be unwilling to accept it.
"Um..."
Jian Wuchen suddenly hesitated.
Han Xuanji saw through his thoughts and pointed him in the right direction.
"Brother Wuchen, if you trust me, follow my directions and then draw that sword."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wuchen's hesitation vanished, and he said decisively:
"Fine! Even if Brother Han asks me to pull out that stone sword, I will have no objection!"
He had an almost blind trust in Han Xuanji's judgment.
"That's not necessarily true."
Han Xuanji thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."
That rusty sword was a treasure, but it had already been taken by someone else, a chosen one of destiny. However, the stone sword was indeed worthless.
He certainly wouldn't betray his brothers.
Following Han Xuanji's instructions, Jian Wuchen remained focused, his eyes fixed solely on the sword before him.
Whether it was psychological or not, he felt that he was not under much pressure, and finally stopped in front of a bronze longsword with an ancient style and star patterns engraved on the blade.
"This is the sword."
Han Xuanji smiled slightly.
Jian Wuchen reached out and grasped the sword hilt. In an instant, without any earth-shattering phenomena, the Sword Qi merged, as if they were originally one.
The ancient bronze sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, shining brightly like starlight. It was naturally drawn by him and held in his hand, its Sword Qi perfectly matching its master's sword spirit.
"Another top-grade immortal sword!"
"Such pure Sword Intent, man and sword as one, this sword and this man are a perfect match!"
Jian Wuchen's achievement drew admiration from the audience.
For a swordsman, a good sword may not be as important as a sword that suits you.
Of course, any kind of sword would be suitable for Han Xuanji.
After drawing the superior-grade immortal sword, Jian Wuchen walked off the stage with great joy on his face.
"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Han."
Jian Wuchen silently transmitted his thoughts, realizing just how powerful Han Xuanji was.
Jiang Hao was able to do this because he possessed the Heavenly Eye, while Han Xuanji guided him; the difficulty of the two was on completely different levels.
Of course, even taking shortcuts has its limits. If one's own strength is insufficient, one cannot go very far, let alone gain the recognition of the Immortal Sword.
"Senior Brother Han, you're being a bit biased..."
A slightly teasing voice rang out. Before anyone knew it, Su Ming had also arrived. Looking at the star-patterned ancient Jian Wuchen's hand, and then touching the rusty sword that had already recognized its master, he said with a smile.
He immediately understood the whole story; this senior brother was able to obtain the sword mostly thanks to Senior Brother Han.
Upon seeing this, Han Xuanji shook his head and smiled:
"You little rascal, you're getting the better deal and you're still acting innocent?"
"Hehe, Senior Brother Han really has a discerning eye."
Su Ming scratched his head and laughed.
How could he not know that Han Xuanji had also seen through the mystery of this rusty sword?
Many people laughed at him for pulling out a rusty sword.
"But,"
Han Xuanji's expression turned slightly serious as he reminded him,
"This sword is exceptionally ferocious, with an extremely heavy Sha Qi; it is a weapon of great calamity. You must guard your heart against the sword, lest you be corrupted and devoured by its murderous intent, falling into the demonic path."
That rusty sword was the weapon of Quasi-Immortal King, and that Quasi-Immortal King was no Slaughter Sword Dao. He was a sword cultivator who was proficient in the way of killing and had slain countless lives. Although he was Immortal Dao cultivator, he was probably even more ruthless than Devil Cultivator when it came to killing.
If the commander's will is not firm, it can easily backfire.
This is why the great masters of the Sword Lineage did not point out the sword's mysteries to their disciples. On the one hand, the sword may seem ordinary, but it is actually difficult to draw. On the other hand, they were worried that their disciples would not be able to control it, so they simply left it alone.
"I understand, thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother Han."
Su Ming nodded emphatically, knowing full well that Han Xuanji meant well, and indicating that he would take her advice.
"Is this your junior brother?"
Jian Wuchen gave it a quick look.
"Um."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly and said:
"His name is Su Ming, and he is the youngest disciple of the head of my Pill Lineage. Although he is a beginner in Sword Dao, don't underestimate him."
These words immediately ignited Jian Wuchen's competitive spirit.
He saw Han Xuanji as his role model, knowing he might not be able to surpass him, but how could he be inferior to even Han Xuanji's junior brother?
Especially since the other party is a disciple of the Pill Lineage.
He couldn't help but mutter, "You Pill Lineage... have quite a few people who delve into Sword Dao. Dao of Alchemy is already vast and boundless, where do you find so much energy to Heart Sword Dao?"
You think you can't compare to Han Xuanji, but you're not even as good as Su Ming?
Upon hearing this, Su Ming was not angry, and said:
"Senior brother, we can spar sometime. I've recently made some progress in Sword Dao under Senior Brother Han's guidance."
What?
Brother Han, please guide me.
Jian Wuchen felt a sudden surge of displeasure. He could occasionally seek advice from Han Xuanji in the lower realm, but he no longer received that treatment after returning to the upper realm.
He immediately decided to spar with Su Ming.
Seeing the two men on the verge of exchanging blows, Han Xuanji simply smiled and did not intervene.
Before long, the group arrived at an empty Sword Trial Platform, finding no one around.
Jian Wuchen and Su Ming went on stage.
Han Xuanji found a secluded spot on a marble rock and sat down, seemingly to watch the battle, but in reality, his mind was already immersed in the System Space.
The " Great Luo Sword Embryo " obtained from the sign-in was quietly floating, emitting a hazy Dao light, as if it were nurturing the most fundamental Sword Dao Principle in the world.
"This is truly a wonderful product..."
Han Xuanji nodded silently, thinking that without the system, it would be almost impossible for a cultivator of his level to master this thing.