Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Colossal Wealth

  Sun Dazhu nodded in satisfaction and said, "You can keep this token and come and go as you please in the medicine garden, but remember, without my permission, you are not allowed to touch any of the medicinal herbs in this courtyard, got it?"

  Wang Lin nodded, he knew that Sun Dazhu was not fond of him. At this time, it was probably because he saw that he had reached the third layer of the Qi Condensation stage, and only then did he somewhat acknowledge him as his disciple. He respectfully retreated.

  Not long after, he arrived at the Jianling Pavilion in the inner courtyard. He had been here once a long time ago, and now that he was back in this familiar place, memories of past events flooded his mind again.

  Outside the Jianling Pavilion, a white-clothed disciple sat cross-legged on the ground. He was about thirty years old, with a plump body and an unfamiliar appearance, clearly not one of those who had participated in the gathering.

  He glanced at Wang Lin and exclaimed in surprise: "Junior brother, you've only condensed your energy to the third layer, what are you doing here? This is a place that can only be entered after condensing one's energy to the fourth layer."

  Wang Lin didn't say a word either, took out the token given by Sun Dazhu and threw it over.

  Fat boy took a look, his expression immediately became strange, as if he was holding back laughter, stifling for half a day, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying: "It turns out that this is the traditional way of Master Sun's lineage, I had forgotten about this, Master Sun's lineage has a habit, every time they exchange with other sects, they always use flying swords to show off."

  Wang Lin felt extremely embarrassed, especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu's serious expression earlier, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

  The fatty laughed for half a day, waved his hand, and suppressed his smile, saying: "Younger brother, you go in, I suggest you choose the third one on the right, that flying sword is incredible. The first time I came to this place, I thought I had encountered the most powerful flying sword in the Zhao State's Cultivation Realm."

  Wang Lin hastily bid farewell and walked away. Five zhang ahead, he suddenly raised an eyebrow as his divine sense detected a layer of turbulent ripples spreading out from the room, seemingly intent on blocking his advance.

  Fatso saw this and knew he had forgotten to turn off the sword pavilion's ban, was about to call out to Wang Lin to wait a moment, but before he could get the words out, it was as if a fish bone had gotten stuck in his throat, and after choking for half a day, not a single word came out, his eyes were wide with incredulity.

  Wang Lin sensed the resistance and couldn't help but recall a humiliating scene from years ago. He let out a soft hum, took large strides forward, five zhang, four zhang, three zhang, two zhang, one zhang.

  No matter how much the resistance increased, it was impossible to stop Wang Lin's footsteps, and he walked in with an extremely light step. After entering the room, his divine sense swept across, and his heart moved. This room was very strange, and his divine sense seemed to have lost its effect here, being restricted within three zhang!

  Fat boy immediately jumped up, with a shocked expression on his face. He was specifically responsible for the Sword Spirit Pavilion's disciples and deeply understood the power of the array restrictions in this place, which isolated all divine consciousness. He had seen several senior masters who were unable to forcibly enter the pavilion before, let alone inner door disciples.

  Only when recruiting disciples would the power of the formation be reduced by countless times, causing the sword energy inside the Sword Spirit Pavilion to spread out and select whether there were matching people.

  "Could the formation be broken?" The fat man couldn't believe what he was seeing, thought for half a day, and concluded that the formation must have been broken. He then took big strides forward, preparing to try it out.

  Just as he had walked five zhang, a massive pressure came crashing down like the sky was falling, and Fatso's body was like a lone boat in an angry sea, being flung far away, drawing an arc in the air, accompanied by several puffs of blood, and heavily slamming into the ground. It wasn't until half a day later that he slowly regained consciousness, his face revealing a look of terror, as he exclaimed soundlessly:

  "It's...it's fine!"

  Wang Lin entered the room with ease, looked around and saw that the room was filled with long and short ancient swords of varying lengths, emitting a strong sword intent.

  Wang Lin's gaze swept over the flying swords, without stopping, and finally saw the one that Fatou said was the most powerful flying sword in Zhao State's Xiu Zhen Realm.

  After seeing it, Wang Lin was speechless. This could indeed be said to be the most awesome flying sword, but it couldn't even be considered a flying sword. It was simply a long rectangular door panel.

  Two palms wide, three feet long, the entire body shining with golden light. Don't think that this golden light is some kind of immortal family magic, this golden light is simply because a layer of gold has been plated on this sword!

  Don't think that this gold is just a smoke screen for covering up an extraordinary treasure sword, under this gold, it's actually just the most ordinary pig iron, without anything unusual about it.

  On the hilt, two huge diamonds are inlaid on it, and even the sword tassel is made of golden thread.

  In short, this flying sword is absolutely awesome when taken out, giving people a kind of invincible burst.

  Wang Lin rubbed his chin, he really did have some hopes for this flying sword. If not for anything else, then it was because in the future if he lacked money, he could just find a place to sell it and get a good price.

  On this flying sword, a sign is placed, which reads: "This sword is called Giant Wealth, it was forged by the first master of the school 500 years ago at a great cost. It is said to have the power of ghosts and gods that is difficult to measure, but in fact, this sword has been broken several times. The master had made great contributions to the school throughout his life, and before he died, his only last words were to store this sword in the Sword Spirit Pavilion, waiting for someone with fate.

  "Whoever chooses this sword must treat it with kindness. If it is broken, you must reattach it, and under no circumstances can you sell it. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the school!"

  Wang Lin couldn't hold back his laughter and grabbed the giant rich flying sword, saying: "I've chosen you, Wang certain is a poor man, if you break, don't think I'll reconnect for you!"

  Wang Lin put the flying sword away in his storage bag and walked out of the Sword Spirit Pavilion. The fat man looked at him with a tense expression, his earlier mocking look replaced by a pale face, and he hastily bid farewell.

  Wang Lin had just been isolated in his room and hadn't noticed the abnormality of the fatty, now he felt quite strange about why the other party was so arrogant at first but then became humble.

  Back to Sun Dazhu's medicine garden, took out the flying sword, and Sun Dazhu was immediately stunned, muttering to himself for half a day. With a profound gaze at Wang Lin, he said: "When I saw this giant wealth back then, I didn't have the guts to carry it out. You little kid has courage, good! Three days later, you'll take it to show Xuan Dao Sect and those masters of yours."

  Three days later, the bell of Hengyue Sect rang nine times, echoing in the mountains for a long time. The sect leader, along with all the masters and their respective disciples, stood outside the main hall.

  All that was seen was a black dot floating in the sky, getting closer and closer, until suddenly appearing before everyone's eyes was a centipede about 100 feet long. The centipede was pitch-black all over, treading on dark clouds, with thunderclaps ringing out as it flew swiftly towards them.

  All the inner disciples of Hengyue Sect sucked in a cold breath, their eyes revealing a shocked expression. Some female disciples were even frightened to the point of losing their composure, their legs going soft.

  "What's all the fuss about? This centipede may look frightening, but if each of you goes up and stabs it with a sword, it will undoubtedly die!" The red-faced old man next to the sect leader shouted in a loud voice, clearly intending for the Xuan Dao Sect members on top of the centipede to hear.