CH 237

White-clothed cultivators stood floating before the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. Their clothes were fluttering like immortals on the threshold of the world.

The dozen or so examinees who had climbed to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect looked at the lofty sect in fascination.

The elder at the head of the group had a beautiful beard and a handsome jade-like face.

He stood on top of the high platform and looked down at the Dao seekers who had just walked through the mountain gate and said, “This is the last batch of examinees. Someone close the mountain gate!” His voice was not very loud, but it was extremely penetrative. The crowd only felt as if he was softly whispering the words in their ears.

As soon as the man’s voice fell, the crowd heard a loud click behind him. Some curious people couldn’t help looking back and were surprised to find that there was no gate behind them. It had vanished and there was only air.

Bai Lixin shrank back from the crowd as he listened to the elder continue, “I am Xuanyuan, Master of Xuanyuan Peak of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. My Dharma name is Daoist Yixiao, and I am your examiner for this trial. Congratulations to those who have passed the initiation trial, but that was only the beginning. The path of cultivation requires years of training and loneliness that ordinary people can’t endure. Go to your assigned rooms with your fellow disciples and gather here tomorrow morning. That is when the real trial will begin.”

After saying these words, he made a formation in the air with his index finger in the shape of a sword. The wine gourd hanging around his waist suddenly became bigger and floated in the air.

Before the crowd could get a good look at the gourd, Daoist Yixiao stepped onto the gourd with a laugh and shot straight up into the clouds, disappearing in a flash.

“That was Senior Uncle Xuanyuan’s original magic weapon. If you have the chance to cultivate to a certain level, you can create your original magic weapon as well. ” The crowd was still tilting their heads to watch the immortal-like Daoist leave when another voice floated in the air.

The dozen or so examinees hurriedly brought their eyes back from the sky. A man was standing in the place where Daoist Yixiao had just left. The man was also dressed in pure white flowing robes. His long black hair was meticulously pulled back in a bun at the top of his head and a white jade hairpin was inserted in it.

The man was tall and slender. His features were so handsome and dignified that one could not help but want to be close to him.

Bai Lixin also saw the new speaker. He only glanced at him roughly before quickly lowering his head.

Feng Baixiao, the senior disciple of Shui Wuxin, patriarch of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. The plot of this world wasn’t a counter-attack story like the usual cultivation worlds, but a magnificent personal show.

The protagonist has been favoured by all since he was a child and was gifted with great natural talent and intelligence.

His spiritual root was a unique fire spirit root that was found once every ten thousand years. He grew up with everyone’s love since childhood. At the age of eight, he joined the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and became the disciple of the sect master, Shui Wuxin. He entered the Foundation Establishment stage in just ten years, something that took others thirty years to enter.

He was a true genius at cultivation. This man had an unbelievable fortune, and no matter what obstacles came his way, they would be solved. Even when his life was in danger, there would be cannon fodder running out to shield him from the danger.

A winner in life! Those were the only words that could be used to describe this man’s existence.

Since Feng Baixiao was still in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and still had the heart to guide the newcomers, it meant that the plot had not yet advanced to where Shui Kongling fell to save him.

For a moment, Bai Lixin secretly pondered in his heart before he raised his head again.

The men and women in the cultivation world were handsome and beautiful. Practising the Dao not only allowed one to reach the immortal world but also access to elixirs for beauty and skincare. However, among all the handsome men and beautiful women, the male protagonist, Feng Baixiao, was still dazzling and firmly attracted everyone’s attention.

Bai Lixin looked him up and down without a trace. Feng Baixiao looked only 21 or 22 years old, but he should be nearly 100 years old.

The path of cultivation is endless. If one wanted to ascend the path of immortality, one had to go through some inhuman trials and tribulations before one could achieve it.

The cultivation stages in this world are divided into the following: Qi introduction into the body; Qi refinement stage; foundation building stage; Golden Elixir stage; Yuanying stage; Enlightenment stage; Divination stage; Merging stage; Mahayana stage; and Salvation stage.

The introduction of Qi into the body was the basis for cultivation. It was only after this stage that one could start cultivation. The foundation stage was the threshold of a cultivator. Some people can only reach the tenth level of Qi introduction in their lifetime, unable to advance to the foundation stage again. Some, like Feng Baixiao, could easily enter the Foundation Establishment stage.

When a cultivator enters the Foundation Establishment stage, his youth will last forever, which means that the age at which a cultivator enters the Foundation Establishment stage is the age at which his appearance will remain. Feng Baixiao was only eighteen years old when he entered the Foundation Establishment stage, so he looked very young.

However, Bai Lixin remembered that Feng Baixiao had been in seclusion for nearly sixty years after entering the Foundation Establishment stage, and when he came out again, he was already at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Bai Lixin quietly released his divine sense to feel the pressure on Feng Baixiao’s body. He got to know that Fang Baixiao was at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

“I am the senior brother of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and my name is Feng Baixiao. As Senior Uncle Xuanyuan said earlier, tomorrow is the real trial. All of you will come with me. I will take you to your accommodation for the night. ”

With these words, Feng Baixiao turned around and gave a slight nod to the few brothers around him. He made a slight sweep in mid-air, and a sword appeared.

It was the same action that Daoist Yixiao used to summon a magical tool. Only that Feng Baixiao did it as if he was an orchid in an empty valley. The sword summoned was sharp and had a cold light, but Feng Baixiao’s dashing appearance like an exiled immortal reduced the power of the sword.

After Feng Baixiao boarded the flying sword, he turned back to the crowd and smiled gently, “Please be sure to keep up with my speed. The roads in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are rugged, and if you are not careful, you will get lost. If you can’t arrive at the Taiji square on time tomorrow, you won’t have a chance to enter the trial and we will automatically consider you absent. We will send the absentees to the bottom of the mountain, and we will not care whether they live or die. ”

Fang Baixiao looked handsome and carefree, but his words were a sharp contrast.

But at that moment, the crowd had no time for sarcasm because Feng Baixiao was leaving on his flying sword after saying that sentence. The crowd didn’t dare to hesitate and followed his tail as they sprinted out, only able to catch up with Feng Baixiao’s back.

They had just climbed the steps for three days and three nights and now had to run for their lives frantically. Bai Lixin looked at Feng Baixiao, who was drifting away, and simply stopped and went to the side to sit down.

The sword was not too fast, not too slow, just enough for the crowd to keep up. The crowd ran after it for more than an hour before stopping in front of a row of low thatched huts.

Feng Baixiao did not jump down from the flying sword but swept a glance at the crowd from above. He didn’t say anymore and just left on his sword after saying: “Rest early, everyone, don’t be late for tomorrow’s trial.”

Feng Baixiao secretly pondered as he was flying in the air. There were thirteen people in the group, but there were only twelve by the time they reached the residence. He remembered that there should be a young man in green among them.

Feng Baixiao gave a light smile as he shook his head lightly.

The path of cultivation was so difficult. How could he make a difference if he could not even catch up with the speed of his sword flight?

Such cultivators should be eliminated.

Without further thought, Feng Baixiao flew his sword and headed for his cave.

The next day, Feng Baixiao arrived at Taiji Square again and found the green-clothed boy who had disappeared yesterday. He was meditating cross-legged early in the morning. His expression was calm and relaxed. Many cultivators passed by him, but he did not open his eyes to take a look. Feng Baixiao took a closer look and saw that the boy looked very determined.

He was slightly surprised when a voice as clear as a yellow warbler suddenly broke through the air and reached his ears: “Senior Brother, you are early.”

Feng Baixiao put away his flying sword, turned to look at the person who came and smiled, “I am not too early. I’ve also just arrived, Sister Shui. ”

Shui Kongling was dressed in a light yellow dress. She stepped on a coloured diamond and floated down in front of Feng Baixiao, smiling like a flower and looking cute, “Senior Brother, Father has asked me to assist you with the trial test.”

She tilted her head and looked at Feng Baixiao’s handsome and upright figure, and her heart could not help rippling.

Feng Baixiao was the future of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Before she was born, Feng Baixiao had gone into seclusion to cultivate. Her father had told her many times how gifted and intelligent Feng Baixiao was from the moment of her birth. Her father hoped she could join him on a dual cultivation journey.

She had been spoiled and was originally arrogant and spiteful, so she did not care for the senior brother Feng, whom she had never met.

But when Feng Baixiao left the cave, Shui Kongling never stopped thinking about her father’s words.

Dual cultivation, to be able to dual cultivate with senior brother Feng…hehehe ……

Feng Bai Xiao saw Shui Kongling giggling and had to dryly cough to forcefully pull back her thoughts, “Senior sister, what else did master say?”

“My father also said that our Broken Sword Peak will be recruiting an inner disciple this year. As for which one to recruit, we still need you to decide. ”

Feng Baixiao frowned slightly, “Is it appropriate to let me do such an important matter as choosing a disciple? Won’t Master come in person? ”

Shui Kongling grabbed Feng Bai Xiao’s sleeve and said coquettishly, “Of course it’s appropriate. My father has a guest from the Spiritual Immortal Sect, so he couldn’t leave and specially asked me to tell you. ”

Only then did Feng Baixiao nod, “Okay then.”

He turned his head towards the Taiji Square once again, sizing up the young man in green again.

Shui Kongling also followed Feng Baixiao’s gaze and let out a “Huh,” pointing at the young man and whispering, “I can’t believe this young man is still here.”

“You’ve seen him before, sister?”

“Yes, I saw him yesterday. He was meditating here yesterday. I thought he was an outer disciple, but he was not from my sect. I went over to talk to him, but he ignored me. Brother, could it be that this person is also a member of today’s trial?”

Feng Baixiao nodded slightly. This young man was not left behind; he chose not to follow him, instead staying at Taiji Square to meditate until now.