Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 84 Lighting the Life Lamp

Shen Hongxue's figure disappeared from the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and a short while later, Ning Fusang was also teleported out.

Only half an incense stick's time had passed, and of the ten people, only Ning Fusang and Ying Xiliu came out first.

Ying Xiliu was quite lucky; she picked a fifth-tier spirit sword, which was worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Time passed slowly, and people were gradually teleported out. Xiao Qiu, Xu Jianjia, and Shen Tu Lei were still not moving.

Under the soft starlight, Shen Tu Lei was still searching for his ideal sword. He wanted a heavy sword, but all the swords in the Hidden Sword Pavilion were sealed, and it was impossible to tell what was inside the orb of light.

After finding a ball of light, Shen Tu Lei thought, "What if this sword isn't the one I'm looking for? Let me take another look."

There might be something better later.

The Sword Pavilion mainly contains second-tier spirit swords, but he could buy one at the Treasure Pavilion, so it wasn't anything special.

This should be his only chance to come to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, so he must be careful.

After passing countless orbs of light, Shen Tu Lei became somewhat anxious. He didn't know how much time had passed or how much time was left.

As the pressure built up, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

On the other side, Xiao Qiu waved her sleeve, dispelling the light surrounding her, and a faint look of confusion appeared in her clear, bright eyes.

Why not?

"That sword should be in the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

She closed her eyes and sensed, a mirror of stars reflected in her mind. Xiao Qiu stood outside the scene, looking out, and as far as she could see, the light of the stars quickly dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, all the stars vanished.

Xiao Qiu opened her eyes, looking lost and disappointed: "So it really wasn't there."

"there is nothing?"

A figure emerged from behind the ball of light; it was Shen Tu Lei.

He had just arrived when he heard Xu Qiu say something so inexplicable. However, seeing the other people in the Hidden Sword Pavilion calmed Shen Tu Lei down a bit.

He wasn't the only one who hadn't chosen a sword yet.

Xiao Qiu blinked and said with a smile, "There's no sword I want to choose!"

Shen Tu Lei felt like he had met a kindred spirit and agreed wholeheartedly: "The Sword Pavilion of the Southern Star Sword Sect is too large. It is indeed difficult to choose a suitable spiritual sword, and there is no way to decide."

"Yes, time is running out." Xiao Qiu sighed, her bright eyes darting around as she reached into a shimmering light and grasped a sword.

Her figure disappeared from Shen Tu Lei's sight.

A slight suction force gripped Shen Tu Lei's back. He looked around and quickly reached his hand into a bright ball of light beside him, grasping something substantial. After a dizzying spin, his vision gradually cleared.

Shen Tu Lei hurriedly examined the spirit sword in his hand. It was nearly four feet long, entirely black, and the blade was slightly wide. It was the heavy sword he wanted, but…

This is only a third-tier spirit sword.

He felt like vomiting blood; this was far below his expectations!

Shen Tu Lei looked around. He was the last to come out, and everyone had already put away their spirit swords.

The second batch of disciples who entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion to select their spirit swords only had the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they quickly chose their swords.

Jiang Xin lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing her inner thoughts and trying her best to hide her emotions from others.

She selected a seventh-tier spirit sword from the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Jiang Xin wasn't someone who knew nothing. She was just a disciple of Master Ziwan, not a direct disciple. In the end, she was just an ordinary inner disciple.

To outsiders, a seventh-tier spirit sword was not something an ordinary inner disciple like her could possess. "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

It's the same as this.

After choosing the sword, you must go to the Destiny Star Tower to light the Destiny Lamp.

The sect doesn't care about the lives of menial disciples and outer disciples, but it's different for inner disciples.

They are the key individuals whom the sect allocates resources to cultivate. By lighting the life lamp, one can directly see the life or death status of each inner disciple.

When there is no danger to life, the flame of the life lamp is bright and stable. When life and death are imminent, the flame of the life lamp will become very dim until it goes out, which means that the person to whom the life lamp belongs will die.

The Star Tower has forty-nine stories, towering into the clouds and standing tall beneath the heavens for ten thousand years.

Since the establishment of the Southern Star Sword Sect, the disciples' life lamps have been lit up to the 21st level.

The life lamps of Ning Fusang and his group were also lit on the twenty-first floor. The flames of the life lamps were vast and bright, but there were also breaks in the middle, where the life lamps had gone out.

After lighting the life lamp, ordinary inner disciples have to go to Guangyuan Hall to draw lots to select their living quarters, while personal disciples do not need to; they can go directly to their master to report.

On Yuzhi Peak.

Jiang Xin went to the main hall of the main peak, where Master Ziwan was already waiting for her.

Master Ziwan has two direct disciples and four nominal disciples. Jiang Xin is her fifth nominal disciple.

However, Ziwan had high hopes for her. Six of the top ten inner disciples had spent many years cultivating in the outer sect before reaching the third level. In terms of aptitude alone, they were far inferior to Jiang Xin.

Therefore, during the master selection ceremony, there were quite a few elders who wanted to choose Jiang Xin as their disciple.

Ziwan sat upright like a lotus, took a sip of tea, and looked down at the girl kneeling on the futon.

Jiang Xin bowed three times, then straightened up and said, "Disciple Jiang Xin greets Master."

Seeing her respectful, obedient, and sensible attitude, Ziwan smiled faintly, told her to stand up, and asked, "What sword did you choose at the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

Facing Master Ziwan, Jiang Xin dared not conceal anything and presented the precious sword with both hands.

Ziwan leaned forward slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, which then turned into appreciation: "A seventh-order spirit sword, not bad, not bad. Among all my disciples, the best sword they could pick from the Sword Pavilion was only sixth-order. It seems that your sword dao luck is much stronger than that of your senior brothers and sisters."

Although the spirit swords have their aura sealed, they still possess sentience and will gravitate towards masters with good talent. Therefore, to some extent, the better the spirit sword one selects upon entering the Sword Pavilion, the higher one's natural talent.

Of course, the final choice of which spirit sword to select is influenced by a variety of factors. Some people may miss out on a high-level spirit sword that was readily available due to a single misjudgment.

Jiang Xin didn't know how to respond and remained silent. Zi Wan didn't mind and instructed, "With your current cultivation level, it will probably be difficult for you to master a seventh-order spirit sword. Don't show this spirit sword to others for now, so as not to attract jealousy and resentment."

"I have a third-tier spirit sword here. It's quite suitable for someone at the second level of cultivation. Consider it a gift from your master to you."

The spirit sword slowly floated and landed in Jiang Xin's hand. A genuine smile appeared on her face: "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this sword upon me."

Ziwan nodded with satisfaction.

"Your senior sister Huiran will show you around Yuzhi Peak later. You may leave now."

After Jiang Xin bowed, she walked out of the hall. A pretty woman of about twenty-four or twenty-five years old smiled at her.

"Senior Sister Huiran."

Jiang Xin guessed the woman's identity and called out softly.

Li Huiran has bright, lively eyes, delicate, arched eyebrows, and a fresh and elegant demeanor. She exudes a calm and generous temperament.

"Junior Sister Jiang Xin has never met me, yet she can accurately call out my name. She is indeed a clever and intelligent person."

(End of this chapter)