The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

The girl's shouts drew the attention of many, who looked around to observe the various swords.

Indeed, if anyone else claimed they could cause ten thousand swords to roar, they wouldn't believe it.

But if it's Chi Miao, they'll believe it.

Chi Miao is too extraordinary in every aspect, she is a veritable prodigy, and now she is blessed with countless merits. Under such circumstances, it is really normal for the sword to choose her.

They were also quite looking forward to the simultaneous roar of ten thousand swords.

However, after waiting for quite a while, there was still no movement.

There wasn't even a crow cawing.

"This is?"

Everyone looked at Chi Miao and asked a question.

Chi Miao was slightly embarrassed: "Maybe these swordsmen are hard of hearing and didn't hear me? Shall I try again?"

"Sword, come!"

"Sword, come!"

"Sword, come!!!"

Chi Miao called out several times in a row.

"..."

There was no movement at all inside the Sword Tomb.

Chi Miao was astonished: "How could this be? Wasn't it agreed that the swords would choose the user? I've been using cheat codes, how come not a single sword will choose me?"

Gou Shi System: "Maybe they think you're even more despicable."

Chi Miao: "?"

Gou Shi System: "Perhaps you should humble yourself and ask them one by one?"

Chi Miao: "Then I'll go ask?"

Gou Shi System: "Go, child."

Chi Miao also told the others, "Let me ask them one by one what happened."

As he spoke, Chi Miao walked to a sword, knelt down beside it, and softly asked, "Would you be willing to become my sword?"

sword:"……"

Chi Miao: "Fine, you don't want to."

So she slowly moved closer to the other sword: "What about you? Wow... your hilt is so small, can I touch it? It's so hard and cold, can I hug it? I promise I'll just touch it and hug it, nothing else!"

Witnesses: "???"

That's so perverted!

Chi Miao asked about the sword several times, but to no avail!

She looked at Ying Wuhuo: "Family members, have all these swords lost their minds? They're not reacting at all!"

Ying Wuhuo pursed his lips. He didn't understand why either, but he was certain of one thing: these swords wouldn't break.

"Although there are some minor issues within the Sword Tomb that may suppress the swords' spirituality, the fundamental recognition of a master will not be affected."

Chi Miao: "I don't believe it. Jin Shengfei, you try it."

"Okay, I'll try to find out what's going on." Jin Shengfei didn't hesitate, walked over, looked around, and closed his eyes to sense it.

Ok……

What sword is the perfect match for him?

At this moment, the Sword Tomb seemed to have become a universe, and the countless swords here were like tiny stars in the universe, silently emitting faint energy, calling for the arrival of those destined to be there.

Suddenly, Jin Shengfei sensed a star that was extremely bright, its light always intense.

This is it!

With a clear goal in mind, he rode the breeze and found a golden sword in the sword tomb: "Would you like to come with me?"

"Buzz—!"

A loud sword cry answered Jin Shengfei.

Jin Shengfei's lips curled into a smile as he easily drew the sword, which reflected the dazzling sunlight.

"So handsome!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they longed for it.

Ying Wuhuo stepped forward, glanced at it, and smiled: "Not bad, the Golden Sword. It is suspected to be the sword of a powerful figure from a thousand years ago. It can cut through everything and is considered the highest-grade sword in the Sword Tomb."

Of course, the highest level here doesn't include that sword.

Given Jin Shengfei's talent, it's not surprising that he obtained the Golden Sword.

"Why? Why are these swords ignoring me?" Chi Miao was even more puzzled. If the swords weren't broken, then it made even less sense. She looked at the others: "Why don't you give it a try?"

The others quickly sensed their own swords and soon found the right one for them, and drew it.

Chi Miao: "Hiss... That doesn't make sense! Are they targeting me?"

Ying Wuhuo: "No, although swords have spirits, their intelligence is not high. They choose people entirely based on their feelings. They have a natural sense of who is strong and who is suitable for them."

Chi Miao: "So, could it be because these swords feel they're not good enough for me?"

Ying Wuhuo: "?"

Is that even a valid explanation? Isn't that a bit too narcissistic?

However, it's no exaggeration to say that Chi Miao's talent is unprecedented. The sword would never fail to respond to her because of her talent, which is a more convincing explanation.

Or perhaps there was some external interference, something suppressing the myriad swords and preventing them from responding to Chi Miao.

Why?

"Could it be...?"

Ying Wuhuo suddenly thought of something, and at that moment, a clear "hum" echoed throughout the Sword Tomb.

And after that "buzz," something strange happened.

The sword, which had already formed a contract with everyone and whose spiritual power had been replenished, suddenly lost its luster, and its sword cry gradually weakened.

Suddenly, a voice cried out anxiously, "Senior Brother Wuming, it seems my Zihan is dead!"

Huh? Who brings a child along to cultivate immortality?

Everyone looked over and saw that the sword was named Zihan.

At this moment, no spiritual energy fluctuations could be seen in the swords. Not only the swords in people's hands, but all the other swords still stuck in the sword mound had also lost their spiritual energy.

"What... what's going on here?"

Chi Miao: "No swords chose me to begin with, and now they're all dead... Could it be that my extraordinary talent will prevent me from entering Nine Swords Mountain because I didn't get a sword in this round?"

"No, that won't happen." Ying Wuhuo paused for a moment, then continued, "With your talent, you would be admitted even without participating in these three rounds of trials."

We're admitting you despite the exceptional circumstances, and no one else has any objections.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Chi Miao blushed slightly: "That won't do. I don't like taking shortcuts. I still want to choose a sword."

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

No matter how you look at it, you don't seem like the upright person you claim to be.

There is less than half a day left before the Sword Tomb closes.

Chi Miao tried again, but there was no response at all.

"Do I really not even own a sword?"

Ying Wuhuo's face tightened: "Do you remember when I mentioned that the Sword Tomb had recently encountered a minor problem?"

Chi Miao looked up at him: "Uh, what's wrong?"

Ying Wuhuo said, "For so many years, there has been a sword in the very core of the Sword Tomb, called Sorrowful Weeping."

"This sword came from a friend of the founding ancestor. Legend has it that this friend wielded this sword and slaughtered half of the cultivation world, bringing an end to the golden age and severing countless lineages."

"People say he's a demon, destined for eternal damnation, forever condemned to hell after death, but do you know what his final fate was?"

Chi Miao, curious, hugged her knees and looked at Ying Wuhuo in front of her with a blank expression.

Ying Wuhuo pointed to the sky.

Chi Miao: "He went to heaven?"

Ying Wuhuo: "...Let me put it another way."

Chi Miao: "He passed away?"

Ying Wuhuo took a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down!

This is my future junior sister!

He said:

"He ascended to immortality, becoming the only person in the entire cultivation world's records to achieve this, thus confirming the claim that ascension is possible in the cultivation world."

"He is the legendary Sage of Heavenly Sorrow, whose name has been passed down through the cultivation world to this day."

"No, they should be called immortals."