I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 402 The Meaning of the Pine Trees (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Jiang Yi's head was throbbing from the noise of the group, so she quickly burrowed underground and fled to the Shadowless Sword Master.

"Senior, may I now take a stroll through your Guiyi Sword Pavilion's warehouse? I'm too lazy to make another trip. After I get my things, I want to go back and get a good night's sleep!"

When Jueying Sword Master heard that Jiang Yi was going to sleep again, his forehead twitched. He thought to himself, "There are less than ten years left until the next Heavenly Ranking Competition. How can you still sleep? Can't you have any ambition?"

At this moment, the Shadowless Sword Master already regarded Jiang Yi as a top contender for the Lingxu Sword Sect championship.

The Shadowless Sword Master said with a stern face, "Opening the warehouse requires the return of the Pine Wave Sword Venerable. You should go back and wait for further instructions."

If you want a horse to run, you have to hang some hay in front of it!

Jiang Yi looked disappointed. "Alright then, I'll go back and rest first. Um... I've suffered some internal injuries and need a few days to recuperate. I hope you can help me stop these people. I would be extremely grateful!"

Jiang Yi bowed sincerely, and the Shadowless Sword Master reluctantly agreed.

Jiang Yi smiled and quickly led Liu Taozhi and Luo Qingsi away from the place of trouble.

After everyone dispersed, the Shadowless Sword Master gripped the recording stone that documented nine battles tightly, transforming into a sharp sword light that shot straight towards the highest, solitary peak in the depths of the Kunwu Mountains, which was perpetually covered in ice and snow.

The wind at the summit was like a knife, whipping up a flurry of snow that almost completely obscured the view.

On a giant rock protruding from the cliff and covered with thick ice crystals, a gnarled and verdant welcoming pine tree stands proudly.

The Pine Wave Sword Master sat cross-legged on a thick pine branch, his figure almost blending into the pine and snow, with only his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he were comprehending the laws of heaven and earth contained in this place.

The sword light receded, landing at the edge of the cliff, and respectfully bowed to the figure in the wind and snow.

"Uncle Master!"

Songtao Sword Master was engrossed in a romantic comic book, chuckling to himself, when the sudden call startled him. The book flew from his hand and plummeted straight into the bottomless snow cliff.

Song Tao reacted incredibly quickly, his face instantly regaining its calm and indifferent expression, and he casually swept his sleeve across his face.

The invisible sword energy struck first, precisely shredding the falling book to shreds, leaving no trace.

He then slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as a thousand-year-old cold pool.

"What's the matter?"

Jueying chuckled inwardly at his uncle's attempt to cover up his misunderstanding, but he kept a straight face and didn't expose him.

"Uncle-Master, you should withdraw your previous suggestion to have the top Golden Core cultivators of Guiyi Sword Pavilion challenge Jiang Heying as soon as possible. The disciples in the pavilion can't take it anymore."

Song Tao sat upright on a pine branch, his body motionless.

"Why?"

Jueying took a deep breath and spoke a few steps faster.

"Our Guiyi Sword Pavilion has been almost completely wiped out. This is a huge disgrace!"

Song Tao suddenly turned his head, and a look of shock and disbelief appeared on his stiff and rigid face.

He vanished from the pine branch in a flash, appearing silently before Jueying.

"Nonsense!"

With so many people from Guiyi Sword Pavilion taking turns, how could they possibly lose to Jiang Heying?

Jueying was prepared, and with a helpless sigh, he respectfully presented the recording stone with both hands.

"You'll see at a glance, but be prepared, because of this, the mountains of our Guiyi Sword Pavilion have been leveled."

Song Tao snatched the recording stone and instantly poured his vast divine sense into it.

As the light and shadow shifted in the scene, Songtao's expression gradually began to crumble.

Everything was fine until Jiang Heying cleaved the mountain with her sword. Song Tao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he gripped the recording stone tightly. Finally, seeing Jiang Yi abandon all support and, relying solely on her Zhaoming Sword, use the purest Tiangang Sword Technique to directly confront Qiu Lang of Guiyi Sword Pavilion, forcefully shattering the 'Primordial Qi Sword Aura'…

Song Tao's breathing became almost imperceptibly sluggish. He thought he had overestimated Jiang Yi, but he hadn't expected to underestimate him so much.

The footage of the nine battles ended quickly.

The snow-covered peak fell into an even deeper silence than before.

Jueying Sword Master stared intently at Songtao Sword Venerable's still expressionless face, wondering which two words his martial uncle was going to use to evaluate him this time.
He wanted to see what he could say!

As a result, Sword Master Songtao remained silent, groaning and panting for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

His gaze fell on the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance, his eyes gradually deepening as he pondered something.

This silence itself is an unprecedented and enormous shock.

Jueying finally couldn't hold back and cautiously spoke.

"Uncle-Master, this girl is a true sword prodigy. We absolutely cannot let her continue to waste her time lazily in the Flowing Cloud Pavilion. Why don't we take advantage of the fact that Sword Master Yunye hasn't returned yet and make a decisive move to bring her to the Returning One Sword Pavilion!"

“I’ve thought about it carefully. If you, my senior uncle, could personally accept her as your true disciple, she might not refuse. After all, in the entire Central Continent, you are the strongest below the Void Refinement level, and you have never taken on a disciple before. The weight of being the first disciple of the sect is immense…”

"No."

Pine Wave Sword Master suddenly spoke, interrupting Jueying.

Jueying was taken aback. "No way?"

Does my master mean he won't accept this disciple? Or is it that the timing isn't right? Or perhaps... even with my master's abilities, he admits he can't teach such a wild and unorthodox girl?

Jueying couldn't immediately grasp the specific meaning behind those two words.

Songtao Sword Master slowly turned around and uttered two words with a serious expression.

"Make a peace!"

In that instant, even the howling wind seemed to freeze for a moment at the summit.

Jueying opened his eyes in astonishment, his eyes wide open like copper bells, filled with extreme shock, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"Chonghe...Daojun?"

Jueying was stunned. At most, he could only hope that Songtao Sword Master could introduce Jiang Heying to the sect's Refining Void Star Lord. For Jueying, that was already quite an extravagant thing.

Because the conditions for accepting formal disciples by the sect's Refining Void Star Lord are very strict, he has only accepted a few nominal disciples so far. He provides guidance occasionally, and there is not much master-disciple relationship between them. They are all focused on their own swordsmanship.

As a result, Songtao Sword Master skipped over the Refining Void Star Lord and proposed that Jiang Heying worship the Fusion Dao Lord.

Jueying's mouth was dry. Is that even possible? That can't be!
There are only three Nascent Soul Dao Lords in the entire Eastern Continent. Everyone has only heard of them but has never seen them. Some people even say that these three do not exist at all.

This little girl... could she really... have alarmed such a being?!
Seeing the shock and disbelief in Jueying's eyes, Songtao smiled, a rare occurrence for him.

"Try it!"

Jueying paused for a moment, then nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, no harm in trying. If we succeed, it will be a tremendous stroke of luck; if we fail, we won't lose anything."

"Tomorrow, Sword Tomb."

Jueying opened his eyes wide, and although he broke off midway, he still managed to say four words in one breath.

So, it turns out you won't die from saying a few more words.

Jueying thought to himself, but remained respectful on the surface, cupped his hands in greeting, and left first.

　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)