Chapter 13: Entering the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets
“Since there are no further issues, your Master will not stop you from entering the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets.”
Ye Zhanxiu addressed Lin Qingyue, “You must remember, once you are inside, maintain your original heart. If you truly cannot obtain a sword technique, do not be discouraged. There will be opportunities to enter again in the future; there is no need to rush.”
Speaking of serious matters required a serious demeanor. Ye Zhanxiu’s face darkened—a rare sight. He looked straight at Lin Qingyue with a severity the disciple had never seen before.
“Lin Qingyue.”
“This disciple is here.”
Subconsciously, Lin Qingyue snapped to attention, legs together, looking as if he were about to raise his hand in a salute.
“After entering the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets, you must remember Guizang Peak and the Wanjian Sect. Remember the people and things outside. Do not become addicted to the illusions within. Once you lose yourself, you are very likely to be trapped inside the Forest forever. Remember your Master’s words: the sword technique is not the most important thing.”
“This disciple will remember.”
Lin Qingyue nodded earnestly, guaranteeing that he would not lose himself.
Ye Zhanxiu nodded slightly. “Your Eldest Senior Brother has entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets twice before. I will have him accompany you. It does not matter if you don’t acquire a technique; there will be other chances.”
He emphasized this repeatedly, and Lin Qingyue understood the gravity of the situation. He had a virtue: he listened to advice. He wouldn’t go to dangerous places.
The Peak Lord of Wuxiang Peak understood Ye Zhanxiu’s concern. Fearing this little Martial Nephew wouldn’t take it to heart, he meddled slightly and added a few words.
“You are born with a Divine Soul that easily resonates with the Ten Thousand Swords. Entering that place makes it easiest for you to sink into it. Do not lightly forget what your Shizun has said.”
After speaking, he bade farewell to Ye Zhanxiu and left.
Cheng Hui, who had been holding back his dissatisfaction, finally spoke up after Bai Keci left.
“Shizun, why are you letting him enter the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets so easily? In the past, whether it was Senior Brother, Senior Sister, or other disciples who wished to enter, which one didn’t require your personal testing?”
Why can Lin Qingyue enter so easily? Why is he different from the others? How can a disciple with such poor conduct receive such an honor?
Filled with dissatisfaction and prejudice, he demanded an explanation from Ye Zhanxiu.
As the person in question, Lin Qingyue didn’t feel the slightest bit awkward. He merely raised an eyebrow at the words but didn’t speak. He stood obediently beside Ye Zhanxiu; right now, he was a well-behaved baby.
Ye Zhanxiu paused, looked at Lin Qingyue, and finally said to him, “Come with Master.”
He took out land deeds from his storage ring. “These are the land deeds for the small mountain peaks bordering our Guizang Peak, obtained from Sword Dao Peak. Master does not know your thoughts; whether to exchange them is entirely up to your will. If you wish to exchange, you only need to give one of the small peaks to Guizang Peak. The rest are yours.”
Hearing such good news, how could Lin Qingyue refuse? Without any hesitation, he pulled out the Cyan Jade Sword. “Shizun, the sword is yours.”
Ye Zhanxiu fell silent.
“Fine. Master will take this sword over for you.”
He led Cheng Hui away. Lin Qingyue watched their retreating figures and asked, “Shizun isn’t going to punish Senior Brother Cheng, is he?”
Luo You: “Little Junior Brother, don’t worry. Shizun won’t punish people easily.”
That really is a pity.
Lin Qingyue smiled at him, muttering in his heart that he wasn’t worried about Cheng Hui at all—he actually hoped Shizun would teach him a good lesson.
Instantly transforming from someone with no assets to someone owning small mountain peaks, Lin Qingyue felt that life was becoming more and more hopeful. Living a long, long life in the cultivation world would not be a problem.
“Senior Sister, what are small peaks usually used for? How about I rent them out for farming?”
He decided to plant some medicinal herbs; those were valuable and easy to sell.
Wen Hongyu: “That depends on the soil quality of the peak. If Junior Brother finds it troublesome, you can write down your requirements and take them to the External Affairs Hall.”
“Are there not enough people in our Guizang Peak?” Lin Qingyue asked curiously.
Regarding his question, Wen Hongyu said, “There aren’t many disciples in Guizang Peak, and the land within the peak is sufficient. Junior Brother might as well let others try.”
“Alright, I’ll consider it.”
Lin Qingyue didn’t really want to give it to other disciples, especially if his peaks ended up being zoned to disciples he had conflicts with before. He would be disgusted to death. He was just that petty; even if they had disliked the original host, Lin Qingyue was still unhappy about it.
Anyway, the peaks were his. He’d just leave them be for now.
On the other side, Yun Jinzhou finally obtained the sword that belonged to him. Holding the sword, he looked at Qi Yuan with gratitude.
Qi Yuan: “Since the sword is in hand, cultivate properly in the future. You must not shame your Master.”
Yun Jinzhou: “Shizun, rest assured. This disciple will definitely cultivate diligently and strive to reach Foundation Establishment soon.”
Shen Yunchuan: “Little Junior Brother, that one from Guizang Peak doesn’t even have a sword technique yet. You have already started cultivating and have mostly comprehended your technique. You will definitely reach Foundation Establishment before him.”
After he spoke, Pei Yanshu tugged at his sleeve.
These words didn’t exactly sound like comforting praise, and Yun Jinzhou didn’t feel happy because of them.
Lin Qingyue had stolen the spotlight during the sword retrieval at the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb. But it was just Foundation Establishment; if one wanted to achieve something, one should aim to be the number one person in the sect.
If Lin Qingyue knew his goal, he would definitely chuckle. Number one in the sect? The goal is too small.
He was different. He was going to be the number one person in the cultivation world who lived the longest.
The future number one person in the cultivation world waited for several days before finally arriving at the day to enter the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets.
He had thought the Forest of Ten Thousand Sword Tablets would be full of graves, but unexpectedly, it wasn’t.
There were no tombs here, but there were many sword marks, arrays, and various relics.
“Go in,” Ye Jingxian said directly.
Lin Qingyue looked left and right but refused to move. Ye Jingxian grew impatient, grabbed him, and dragged him directly inside.
Lin Qingyue, who hadn’t even had time to speak: Damn it.
“Eldest Senior Brother, what would happen if you waited for me to finish speaking?”
dragged in like a little chick, Lin Qingyue looked up, his words stuck in his throat.
“Candied haws! Selling candied haws!”
“Spirit talismans and array disks, big sale, big sale!”
“Passersby, don’t miss out! Come taste our restaurant’s new dishes!”
It was a bustling street full of human voices, lively and extraordinary. It had everything, with people coming and going. Standing motionless in the middle of the road, Lin Qingyue and Ye Jingxian looked particularly dazed, though fortunately not too abrupt.
Ye Jingxian opened his mouth to explain, “We have been randomly transported into a predecessor’s illusion.”
Lin Qingyue: “Such a lively market and scenery… this predecessor must have loved life. I imagine their sword technique is also free and unrestrained.”
Ye Jingxian gave him a strange look upon hearing this. “Where do you want to go? I will follow you.”
He pointed to a stall selling strange stones not far ahead. “Let’s go over there and take a look.”
Just two steps into their movement, Lin Qingyue’s robe was grabbed. A woman hugged his thigh tightly. “Immortal, please be kind, save me.”
He tried to pull his leg away but failed. Lin Qingyue looked down. “This Elder Sister, let go quickly. Don’t dirty my clothes.”
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