Chapter 134 Climbing Sword Mountain, Searching for the Treasure Sword
"No gift."
Gu Qingfeng is usually very serious and always likes to keep a straight face. Looking at Chen Qingyuan right in front of him, he changed his usual dark face and forced a smile.
"As ordered by my master, I came to the Sword Hall to pick up a sword suitable for my disciples."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"Yes." Gu Qingfeng had received a message from Yu Chenran just now, so he waited in the main hall: "Come with me!"
There are a total of ninety-nine mountains of different heights in the sword hall. Some are training caves and some are places for practicing swordsmanship.
Located in the deepest part of the sword hall is a most special mountain, about two thousand meters high.
There are countless swords stuck on the surface of this mountain, at least hundreds of thousands. Among them, the swords stuck at the foot of the mountain are also high-grade magic weapons.
From low to high, weapons are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and sacred weapons, and they are divided into upper, middle and lower.
The magical weapon is only sharp in itself, while the spiritual weapon undergoes transformation, giving birth to spiritual intelligence, which can well withstand the wash of spiritual power, thus exerting a power far beyond that of the magical weapon.
As for the sacred weapon, it is extremely rare in the secular world. Generally, only Mahayana monks are qualified to control it. A few monks in the Tribulation Stage can also control it, which requires extremely strong control.
"This is Sword Mountain. All the disciples in my hall have a chance to set foot on Sword Mountain. Whether they can get the best sword depends on their own luck and strength."
Gu Qingfeng pointed to the Sword Mountain in the distance, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.
Looking from a distance, a terrifying sword power spread from the direction of Sword Mountain to the surroundings. If it weren't for the shocking barrier blocking the outside of Sword Mountain, there would probably have been quite a commotion.
"The sword chooses its master."
When you step onto the Sword Mountain, you must first be recognized by the sword, and then only those who ascend the mountain are eligible to take it.
Anyone who can be accepted as a disciple by the sword hall, no matter how bad, has the spiritual roots of swordsmanship, and it is impossible for him to not even recognize the low-grade spiritual treasure.
"Elder Gu, there seems to be a magic circle on the top of the mountain. What is it?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the top of the mountain and asked doubtfully.
"There are seven high-grade holy swords placed on top. They are sealed with a special formation to avoid causing trouble." Gu Qingfeng explained patiently: "The first ancestors of Daoyi Academy had supreme creation and vast magical powers.
Nine perfect holy swords were forged."
"Then there are two more swords?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"The Taiyuan Sword is controlled by the dean in this era. The Qin Shang Sword is the sword of Elder Zhao Yichuan. The remaining seven are all on the top of the mountain."
Speaking of this matter, Gu Qingfeng felt regretful.
He failed to get the recognition of the Nine Swords from the first generation ancestors, but he was still in charge of the sword hall, which made him feel ashamed.
"I see." Chen Qingyuan nodded lightly: "If you get the approval of many swords, you can only take one away, right?"
"Of course, one person and one sword will be returned after death."
This is a rule set by the first generation ancestors to leave opportunities for others to stabilize their heritage.
"Pity."
Chen Qingyuan originally thought about getting more swords, but he had no choice but to give up the idea.
"Adjust your breath for a few days first, and when your energy and spirit are at their best, set foot on Sword Mountain!"
Gu Qingfeng unlocked the restrictions along the way and took Chen Qingyuan to the foot of Jian Mountain.
"Okay." Immediately, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground.
Gu Qingfeng stood aside, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Two days later, Chen Qingyuan reached an excellent state and made a request to go up the mountain.
"Go for it!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded slowly and agreed.
So, Chen Qingyuan took a heavy step.
After passing through the barrier, Chen Qingyuan came to the entrance to the mountain. There were dozens of low-grade spiritual swords at his feet, with different shapes and colors.
When Chen Qingyuan just arrived, these spiritual swords became aware, trembling at the same time, and blooming with dazzling sword light, as if they were trying hard to show off, hoping to attract Chen Qingyuan's attention.
Buzz——
As Chen Qingyuan moved forward, more and more spiritual swords showed their luster, vying to be the first.
The road leading to the top of the mountain is a winding curve that goes around the mountain. If you stand on the top of the mountain and look down, you can see that the road seems to be composed of countless circles.
At the foot of the mountain, Gu Qingfeng looked up at the Sword Mountain and murmured: "Chen Qingyuan's talent in swordsmanship is extremely high, and there is a slight possibility that he can obtain the top-grade holy sword forged by the first ancestor."
Rumors about the battle between Chen Qingyuan and Changsun Fengye have long reached Daoyi Academy.
This matter is only spread among the major forces in the Northern Wilderness. Most of the ordinary forces have never even heard of Daoyi Academy, let alone others.
The Xuan Qing Sect and other forces far away in the Fuliu Star Region had no way of knowing.
"Lao Gu, do you want to drink?"
There was a breeze, and Vice Dean Lin Wenchou suddenly appeared, smelling of alcohol and holding a wine gourd in his hand.
"Don't drink."
Gu Qingfeng replied coldly without turning his head.
"Do you think this kid can succeed?"
Lin Wenchou and Gu Qingfeng were disciples who entered Daoyi Academy in the same batch, so they had a relatively good relationship.
"It should work!"
After thinking for a while, Gu Qingfeng still had great hopes for Chen Qingyuan. If Chen Qingyuan hadn't been Yu Chenran's direct disciple, he would have shamelessly accepted him as his disciple.
In the huge Daoyi Academy, only three people knew about Chen Qingyuan's Qingzong background, Lin Wenchou, Yu Chenran, and Zhao Yichuan.
Little guy from Qingzong, how far can you go?
Lin Wenchou took a sip of wine and looked in the direction of Jianshan, looking forward to Chen Qingyuan's future.
Jianshan, a corner location of a certain place.
The further up Chen Qingyuan went, the greater the pressure he felt.
The sword force formed by countless swords gathered together made Chen Qingyuan need a lot of strength to take a step forward.
After scanning the surrounding swords, Chen Qingyuan whispered: "The foundation of Daoyi Academy is really unfathomable! Just taking out a sword and putting it outside can cause quite a dispute."
Thousands of swords responded, and the sound of the swords resounded through the sky and lingered for a long time.
According to Chen Qingyuan's walking speed, it would take at least a month to reach the summit.
Ordinary spiritual swords could not stop Chen Qingyuan, his target was the holy sword on the top of the mountain.
Qiang——
A sword suddenly flew up and floated in front of Chen Qingyuan.
"You and I are not destined to each other, I'm sorry."
Chen Qingyuan saluted the sword in front of him to express his apology.
This sword has a spirit. After being rejected by Chen Qingyuan, its luster gradually dimmed and returned to its original position.
A similar scene happened hundreds of times. Chen Qingyuan's heart was bleeding. He felt that he had missed too many treasures. If possible, he would definitely want to take them all away.
One person can only take away one sword. This is a rule set by the first ancestors and cannot be changed.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan spent ten days reaching a certain position halfway up the mountain, and his pace became slower.
Every half an hour of walking, Chen Qingyuan needs to take a short rest.