Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The sword-selecting ceremony arrived as scheduled.

Before the sword tomb was opened, there was the usual lengthy mobilization meeting and speech.

Ning Xiyuan, as the young leader of the Futu Sect, sat on the high platform.

sleepy.

Formalism is harmful wherever it goes.

Until, in the center of the training ground, Ning Xiyuan's name was heard.

"The young master is the leader of the sword art, and the pride of the sect."

"Now, please allow the young master to speak."

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the elder standing in the center.

The remaining hundreds of pairs of eyes all looked at her.

Even if it was just a formality, didn't she get notified in advance?

Ning Xiyuan sat upright, pretending not to hear.

"Young Master? I'm calling you."

Yan Qi'an beside him reminded him considerately and attentively.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

"Tsk, Kendo leader, I'm calling you."

On the other side was Lu Chaoyang in a yellow brocade robe.

The tone was disdainful, even angry.

The leader of kendo?

He knew clearly that Ning Xiyuan had no sword bones at all and was not a sword cultivator at all!

It doesn't live up to its name and is really disgusting.

"Please come in, Young Master!" the voice continued.

Ning Xiyuan: "...I wish you all can achieve the state of unity between sword and man soon!"

She still didn't stand up, but just waved her hand casually to end it.

Kendo experience?

If she were asked to share her experience of death, she would be much more interested.

Even so, there was thunderous applause.

It’s not that Ning Xiyuan’s encouragement was so thought-provoking, it was just brief enough.

The magic circle surrounding the training ground lit up, engulfing everyone in light and shadow.

Although it is difficult to see the human figures in such a huge teleportation array, the noisy sounds are always clear.

"Young Sect Master doesn't even have his own natal sword, which one did she take a fancy to?!"

"The sword tomb chooses the sword, isn't it the sword that chooses the man?"

"What do you know? How can the young master be the same as an ordinary person? He was born with a sword bone and is a young genius. How can an ordinary sword be worthy of your attention?"

"You mean... Young Master will choose the Broken Frost Sword?"

"Isn't it the Sword of the Gods?!"

“…”

"..."

After a moment of silence, someone asked cautiously, "The Sword of the Gods is given to the Young Sect Master, so what about the Senior Sister? The Senior Sister is also born with a sword bone."

"...That's right, the eldest sister even bathed and burned incense before, asking the sword spirits of the Swords of the Gods to slay demons and defend the Way."

The voices of several people gradually became lower and disappeared completely as the transmission ended.

As far as the eye can see, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, except for a very high mountain not far away. It is bare and made entirely of hard rocks, and is surrounded by black air.

At the top of the mountain, golden light kept emerging, dazzling.

Ning Xiyuan raised his eyes and looked towards the top of the mountain.

Is that the Sword of the Gods?

The sword of the gods is unique in the entire world of cultivation, born from heaven and earth and untamed by anyone.

"Those idiots, do you really think you can pull out the Sword of the Gods?"

Lu Chaoyang walked forward, crossed his arms over his chest, and sneered disdainfully.

He looked at Ning Xiyuan, shortened the distance between them, and said in a low voice: "Don't think I don't know that you are not a sword cultivator at all!"

How to choose your natal sword if you are not a sword practitioner?

Not to mention the Sword of the Gods.

Ning Xiyuan let out a light sigh, turned his head, and looked Lu Chaoyang up and down.

After a while, he chuckled: "What are you doing here?"

"It has reached the point where people and meanness have become one. There is no need for them to become even meaner."

She doesn't want to talk to cannon fodder, she's going to get the Sword of the Gods.

Lu Chaoyang stood there, looking at Ning Xiyuan's back, scratching his head: "You are quite self-aware."

Why are you praising him suddenly?

Be afraid!

Ning Xiyuan:......

【...】

[Dear, the villain is gone]

The system reminded.

Ning Xiyuan headed towards the top of the mountain, ignoring the system.

The villain is already able to handle things on his own, so he really doesn't need her help.

There is no spiritual energy in the sword tomb, so everyone has to rely on their legs to climb the mountain.

There was already a sword stuck at the foot of the mountain.

But no disciple stayed at the foot of the mountain. They all tried their best and wanted better.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, the quality of the swords ranges from medium to high, and the few famous swords at the highest point even have sword spirits.

How high they can climb depends entirely on the disciples' talent in swordsmanship.

Some swords are ignored, while others are fought over by several people.

Ning Xiyuan ignored everyone and walked straight to the highest point.

The sect’s top leaders and several elders were all at the foot of the mountain.

The third elder stared at Ning Xiyuan without blinking.

He wanted to see how high this idiot with fake cultivation could climb.

As for other people, most of their eyes were on Ning Xiyuan. Although he had a bad reputation, Ning Xiyuan was the hope for their sect's future after all.

"Young Master, do you want the Sword of the Gods?"

After looking at each other, they started discussing.

As they spoke, they all looked at the Great Elder.

Everyone knows that the Great Elder’s chief disciple Ning Jin is also a genius in swordsmanship, and has once summoned the sword spirit of the Sword of the Gods.

“The one who can do it gets it.”

The Great Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm.

The sword spirits of the gods can distinguish between good and evil.

Ning Xiyuan, a man who behaves improperly and has innocent blood on his hands, only brings disgrace upon himself.

As soon as the Great Elder said this, everyone smiled and complimented him.

Only the third elder snorted coldly, quite disdainfully: "Her?"

"If she really can take it away, the position of the head will belong to her."

I'm afraid... I don't have that fate.

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Many people are troubled by the sword heart and have difficulty in moving forward.

Ning Xiyuan walked as if it were flat ground, which attracted the other disciples' sidelong glances and screams.

"Young Sect Master is truly worthy of being called the Young Sect Master!"

"I'm afraid the Sword of the Gods will fall into the hands of the young master."

"It's a pity that Senior Sister Ning Jin is still in the secret realm..."

The whispering did not affect Ning Xiyuan, but Lu Chaoyang came over again with a strange look on his face.

"You clearly don't have a sword heart!"

"What means did you use to climb up this Wanjian Mountain?"

This time, considering there were many people around, Lu Chaoyang used voice transmission.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

"Okay, okay, you are determined to be a bitch, you are the leader of the bitch world."

"Go play somewhere else, young genius."

She didn't use any telepathic transmission and just spoke to Lu Chaoyang's face.

The voice was listless and dull, sounding a little half-dead.

Perfunctory and full of irony.

The disciples on the side smelled gunpowder and secretly glanced over.

Who doesn’t want to hear about the conflicts and gossips between geniuses?

Instead, Lu Chaoyang rubbed the tip of his nose and snorted coldly: "It's good that you know."

"No matter what means you use, Sword of the Gods, don't overestimate your abilities."

He was talking to himself and when he looked up, Ning Xiyuan was no longer by his side.

The girl in black was graceful and had left him far behind.

Before long, Ning Xiyuan was already standing on the top of the mountain.

The so-called Sword of the Gods was right in front of her.

The sword is completely black, with only a red gem inlaid on the hilt.

As dazzling as solidified blood.

The girl standing on the top of the mountain has also become the focus of everyone's attention.

"She actually wants the Sword of the Gods."

"It's a pity that Ning Jin is still in the secret realm."

"It's really unfortunate."

At the foot of the mountain, the elders and peak masters all sounded regretful.

Among them, only the first elder and the third elder are different.

They all had a determined look in their eyes.

The other one seemed to be ready to start watching the joke.

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Sorry guys, the update I promised yesterday was not completed.

Recently...

Always busy for no apparent reason, in a weird way.