Sword Pavilion

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin opened his mouth in surprise.

I wanted to say something, but in the end it all turned into a sigh.

There's nothing he can do to help with this.

"Since you've arrived, why don't you stay at the temple for a few days? The disciples here hold you in the highest esteem."

The Daoist Qianji changed the subject, suggesting that Fang Zelin stay at the temple for a few more days.

The disciples in the temple held Fang Zelin in high esteem, which goes without saying.

The battle outside Zhen'an Pass had already shown countless disciples Fang Zelin's strength.

On the other hand, they saw the Scripture of Salvation" left by Fang Zelin at Jade Void Mountain, and thus they all entered the Seeking Dao Mountain.

Having witnessed firsthand the prowess of this fellow Daoist, the disciples of the temple naturally regarded Fang Zelin as an extremely formidable senior.

"Then I'll take my leave. I also find this place quite tranquil."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin smiled broadly and clasped his hands in agreement.

He quite liked the tranquility of this place, and it would be a good thing to be able to stay here for a while to cultivate.

There wasn't a single place chosen by any of the various sects that was badly selected and conducive to cultivation.

Seeing this, Daoist Qianji assumed that Fang Zelin was giving him face by agreeing to stay for a while, and he was extremely happy at the moment.

As the two were talking, it was already noon.

The meal at the temple had been prepared, and Daoist Qianji led Fang Zelin to the side hall where the meal would be eaten.

As soon as he sat down, Fang Zelin was greeted by a refreshing fragrance.

With just a gentle sniff, the fragrance fills the nose.

"The food in the temple cannot compare to your simple meals, but it still has its own unique flavor. Please give it a try."

The Daoist Qianji had eaten the simple meals that Fang Zelin had mentioned.

That left a deep impression.

Originally, Fang Zelin's place didn't seem particularly special, but who would have thought...

The simple meal they described was surprisingly delicious, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Fang Zelin nodded slightly, and each of them picked up a few of the carefully prepared dishes in front of them and tasted them.

Although it doesn't have any special Spiritual Qi, its flavor is indeed quite unique.

After tasting each item, Fang Zelin nodded repeatedly, praising them highly.

The food at Ancient Cloud Temple has a light, refreshing aroma, similar to that of vegetables, making it very palatable.

No wonder the Daoist Qianji said that the food here was quite delicious.

After lunch, Fang Zelin began to stroll around the Ancient Cloud Temple, enjoying the tranquility of the place and the atmosphere of cultivation among the disciples.

All the disciples he encountered on the way showed extreme respect when they saw Fang Zelin.

"Huh, what's that over there?"

Fang Zelin walked around the temple for a while, looking for a place to practice.

Suddenly, Bearing the Heavens behind him trembled slightly, revealing a rare fluctuation.

This fluctuation puzzled Fang Zelin, so he immediately followed Bearing the Heavens's guidance and strode forward.

After a short while, Fang Zelin arrived in front of a huge pavilion.

Unlike other places, Fang Zelin could sense that this place was somewhat out of place compared to the rest of the temple as soon as he arrived.

The other areas are relatively quiet, which brings peace of mind.

This place, however, exudes an astonishingly sharp aura.

Fang Zelin was very familiar with this sharpness.

After Bearing the Heavens had formed his sword stance, he also exuded this sharpness, as if he were indomitable and determined to annihilate the world with a single sword strike.

"Senior!"

The disciple sweeping in front of the pavilion looked up and saw a man in blue robes standing before him with a seemingly ordinary three-foot-long sword floating beside him. He quickly bowed to the elders.

"Hmm, where is this place? It has such a sharp edge, which feels somewhat out of place compared to the other areas within the temple."

Fang Zelin looked at the pavilion in front of him and asked with some curiosity.

Judging from this, this seems to be the Sword Pavilion?

"This place is the Sword Pavilion, a place where precious swords are stored. The Ancient Cloud Temple was famous for alchemy a long time ago. Later, because the ordinary swords wielded by fellow Daoists could not kill demons, the temple's patriarch tried to refine the swords with alchemical fire, thus increasing their power."

"Later, disciples from other sects all wielded swords forged in the temple. This place stores countless swords, and there are also swords broken in battles. Over the years, the swords in the Sword Pavilion have become incredibly sharp."

The disciple at the gate explained in detail the origin of this pavilion.

Although it was just a sword, the disciples of Ancient Cloud Temple treated these precious swords with great care.

Even the swords damaged in the battles were all brought back and hidden in the pavilion. If they could be repaired and reforged, they would be taken back and recast.

If all else fails, they will be hidden in the attic to protect them from the wind and rain.

Having accompanied them in slaying demons and monsters, even if they were damaged, they would not be discarded carelessly.

Within the Sword Pavilion, disciples are allowed to enter three days each month to clean and polish the precious swords.

As the number of swords in the pavilion increased, their swordplay gradually began to resonate with each other, eventually culminating in this display of unparalleled sharpness.

Fang Zelin immediately became interested upon hearing this, while Bearing the Heavens was standing nearby, continued to buzz, wanting to go inside and take a look.

"May I come in and have a look?"

Fang Zelin cupped his hands in greeting, expressing his desire to enter the Sword Pavilion.

Upon seeing Fang Zelin cup his hands in greeting, the disciple before him immediately became somewhat apprehensive. "Senior is a distinguished guest of Ancient Cloud Temple. Everything in the temple is open to your perusal. Please come inside."

As the disciple spoke, he ascended the steps and opened the pavilion door for Fang Zelin.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin didn't stand on ceremony. After entering the Sword Pavilion, he immediately felt a sharp and ancient aura emanating from it.

Before them were rows of seemingly incomparably sharp swords, as well as rows of broken swords.

These swords are all stored separately in a box, and just by looking at them, you can tell that they have been carefully preserved.

Some of the broken swords were clearly forged a long time ago, broken into several pieces, which shows how dangerous the battle between the swords and the cultivator must have been.

Fang Zelin looked at the swords in front of him, his eyes scanning each one.

He could tell that each of the swords on the map had its own story.

Just as Fang Zelin was engrossed in watching, Bearing the Heavens to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

After emitting a clear sound, the strange aura it exuded immediately began to suppress the sharp intent within the Sword Pavilion.

This action immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of all the swords in the attic.

He was already full of vigor, and even with so many broken swords in the pavilion, he still felt that he would not kneel down even if they were broken. This was also influenced by the cultivators who wielded them at the time.

Even in death, they fought to the very last moment.

Under such circumstances, Bearing the Heavens's suppression naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of all the swords, and they immediately began to prepare to rebel against Bearing the Heavens.

Bearing the Heavens was both amused and annoyed at the sight. "Hey! Don't you know what it means to blend in with the world? Your sharp and ambitious look is no different from when I was naive!"