Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 9: With a sword in mind, success comes naturally
Qingxuan Sect, the thousand-year-old sword tomb.

Leng Qianning glanced at Ye Qian'an who was lazy behind her, her clear eyes lingering on the other person, as if trying to find the unimaginable sword energy from yesterday.

But now Ye Qian'an only smelled strongly of alcohol, and there was no trace of the aura of a master of swordsmanship on him, which made her suspicious. Could it be that she was wrong?

But Leng Qianning quickly rejected this idea. During her retreat yesterday, she clearly felt an unprecedented sword intent. Moreover, without the majestic sword intent, how could the immortal sword in the sword tomb be used by him?
Therefore, Leng Qianning also believed that the other party was deliberately hiding his strength.

Under the guidance of Leng Qianning, the two came to a dim cave. It was pitch dark inside the cave, and no starlight could be seen. Water was still dripping from the walls on both sides.

At the end of the cave is a naturally formed mine with more than a dozen towering stone pillars standing in it. On top of each pillar sits an old man with gray hair and beard.

Not far from the stone pillar, there are countless dim fairy swords. It is estimated that there are at least thousands of fairy swords of strange shapes and sizes sealed here.

When Leng Qianning walked in, the elders on the stone pillars all opened their eyes, waved their robes, and bowed: "Greetings, Senior Sister Leng."

Leng Qianning nodded casually, then fixed her eyes on Ye Qian'an and said softly, "How did you activate the immortal swords in the entire sword tomb yesterday? Can you demonstrate it again?"

Ye Qian'an rubbed his temple. He couldn’t remember clearly what happened yesterday, and he didn’t know how he had activated the immortal sword in the sword tomb.

There was just a sword intent in his heart, and the Qingxuan Sect's immortal swords seemed to be attracted and completely merged with the sword intent, forming the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

"Senior Sister, is this guy the one who caused the sword sound last night?"

The old lady in the lead frowned and looked Ye Qian'an up and down, her tone was a little surprised: "Such a young person in the early stage of the Spiritualization Realm, you are the number one prodigy in Qingxuan Sect in thousands of years, besides my senior sister, Ye Qian'an?"

Those stationed here are all powerful men from the sect. The weakest of them are at the Spirit Transformation Realm, and the strongest have already reached the peak of the Fusion Realm.

The reason they are here is because their attainments in swordsmanship are not as good as Leng Qianning's, which is why they were left here to guard the sword tomb for a thousand years. They are not allowed to leave without permission.

Ye Qian'an took a half step forward, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, seniors."

The skinny old man narrowed his eyes and waved his right hand. The immortal sword in the sword tomb broke through the air and suddenly shot towards Ye Qian'an's position like a startled wild goose.

Ye Qian'an reacted quickly, dodging to the side. With a flick of his wrist, a golden sword quietly appeared in his hand, and the immortal sword flying past seemed to be suppressed, becoming dim and falling steadily to the ground.

"This is... sword intention!"

hiss~
The elders in the sword tomb gasped.

If I'm not mistaken, this little guy has actually gathered the sword intent.

These old guys have lived for hundreds of years but have never comprehended the true meaning of sword. However, Ye Qian'an is only eighteen years old but has such accomplishments. It is simply shocking.

Leng Qianning narrowed her eyes, a smile appeared on her delicate face, and she thought to herself, "I remember that I was twenty years old when I condensed my sword power. I didn't expect that his talent is higher than mine. It seems that his future achievements will be higher than mine."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting, really interesting, no wonder you can attract all the immortal swords in the sword tomb."

"But it seems that the sword intent alone cannot attract other immortal swords. Do you have any tricks?"

Ye Qian'an shook his head and said, "There is no trick. Just have the sword in your heart and success will come naturally."

"If you have a sword in your heart, you will succeed naturally."

The elder of the Sword Tomb stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Since Junior Brother Ye is unwilling to speak, I will not ask any more questions." Leng Qianning also did not speak, but only glanced at Ye Qi'an meaningfully, and then said indifferently, "My fellow junior brothers and sisters, inform the whole sect in three days to prove the innocence of our disciple Ye Qi'an. You are allowed to leave the Sword Tomb for three hours."

Hearing that they could leave here, the elders of Jianzhong all bowed their hands in thanks: "Thank you, Senior Sister!"

"let's go."

Leng Qianning turned around and left gracefully.

Ye Qian'an followed closely and asked: "Master, are these elders unable to leave the Sword Tomb?"

"Yes." Leng Qianning nodded and said without hiding anything: "Because the sword tomb is the place designated by the founder of the sect, the immortal swords inside are the sect's treasures, and likewise, they need someone to guard them."

"Those guys were my junior brothers and sisters back then. They couldn't beat me in swordsmanship, so their sword hearts were damaged. They will forever guard the immortal sword in the sword tomb. Without my order, they are not allowed to leave this place."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an smacked his lips. He thought that no one would be able to accept staying here for the rest of his life.

He couldn't accept it anyway.

Ye Qian'an was just about to take a sip of wine to moisten his throat when he found that his wine gourd was empty. As a person who could not live without wine, he suddenly became panicked. Then he remembered that he had drunk up all the fine wine that he had accumulated for several years last night.

"what happened?"

Leng Qianning also noticed Ye Qian'an's flustered expression and asked softly out of curiosity.

Ye Qian'an embarrassedly told his master that he had drunk all the wine.

Upon learning of this, Leng Qianning smiled quietly.

"So it's just such a small matter. I still have some hundred-year-old fine wine from Qingjing Peak. Since you like it, I'll give it to you."

Hearing this, Ye Qi'an immediately bowed happily and said, "Thank you, Master."

Ye Qian'an is very fond of this century-old wine.

He had gone down the mountain many times to look for the Three Thousand Ancient Wines, but there were too few century-old wines. Even if he came across them by chance, most of them were treasured collections, and few people were willing to sell them.

At this time, Leng Qianning gently warned: "The strength of the master in the sect is indeed strong, but in the entire Shenzhou Continent, my strength is still too weak."

"If you encounter someone powerful in the future, do not fight him. Stay away from him as much as possible. Do not joke with your life."

Faced with Leng Qianning's kind reminder, Ye Qian'an naturally took it to heart. He knew better than anyone else that the strong prey on the weak in the world of cultivation.

Return to Qingjing Peak.

Leng Qianning gave all the treasured wine to Ye Qian'an as promised, and reminded him to drink in moderation, not excessively, and to avoid having sex after drinking.

Ye Qian'an agreed verbally, but secretly put all the wine into the magic purple gold wine gourd.

He was also lying in the reed marsh, with his trouser legs rolled up to his knees, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, enjoying the quiet time in Qingjing Peak.

(End of this chapter)