Chapter 23: The Encounter of Fate and the Severed Blade (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!!)

  Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaopang watched very seriously, while Wang Meng had a feeling of crying and laughing, teaching the semi-god basic courses.

  The temple has nine major halls, and among them, the most outstanding young generation, also known as the third-generation disciples, are called the Nine Elites of the Temple.

  Like Jia Sida of Yushou Hall, Liangyuan of Xianyuantang, Mingren of Lingyintang, Yang Ying of Feifengtang and so on.

  In Zhou Qian's eyes, these were all big shots, strong among the strong, and had become absolutely unapproachable objects.

  In Leigong Hall, the three generations of disciples naturally took Zhao Guang as their leader. He was 25 years old, with a life mark of 17 layers, and was a sword cultivator who also knew some talismanic cultivation techniques. He was absolutely a representative figure of Leigong Hall and one of the nine elites.

  "By the way, how did you guys recruit Zhao Guang?" asked Hu Jing.

  Hu Xiao Pang immediately vividly recounted the experience, including seeing Li Tian's one-second kill of Liang Yuan in battle. Of course, he glossed over his own segment with Li Tian, which was at Wang Meng's request. It wasn't that he was afraid someone would come knocking on their door, but rather because he felt that fight didn't count as a win.

  Hu Xiaopang's eloquence is indeed impressive, it seems that even if he can't become a cultivator, at least he can be a storyteller.

  Hu Jing also showed a hint of envy, turning crisis into opportunity? Danger and chance, this is the world of cultivators.

  "Wang Meng, I think Old Man Xu has some misunderstanding about you. Do you want me to find an opportunity to help you explain?" Hu Jing's keen perception had of course detected Xu Huan's unusual behavior.

  Wang Meng smiled slightly, "Before time, nothing is needed."

  Zhang Xiaopang on the side stretched out his thumb, "Brother Meng is now more and more mysterious, good phenomenon."

  The next morning, Wang Meng woke up early. He had a good sleep last night and it was really a long time since he slept so well.

  Roaming freely in Leigong City, the Holy Temple is the largest sect of the Holy Repair, spanning the Great Thousand World, Middle Thousand World, and Small Thousand World. However, the situation is very different due to the Great Thousand World being the final destination, making the struggle more intense. The competition among sects for immortals is also fierce. Although the Great Thousand World is limited, the Middle Thousand World and Small Thousand World serve as reserves. While immortals cannot descend to the lower realm, there are many ways to benefit them and make them obey, driving weaker beings being an instinct that strong ones do not need to learn.

  Compared to Devil's Cultivation, Holy Cultivation is indeed too gentle. Among the Holy Cultivations, the Holy Temple is the most unique. The Great Thousand World is a Holy Temple, and the Middle Thousand World is also a Holy Temple. This Small Thousand World has changed so much over time, yet it remains a Holy Temple.

  In his past life, he had come into contact with many powerful figures from the Holy Temple. One of them had even saved his life in the Middle Thousand World; otherwise, there wouldn't be a Wang Meng today. He never thought that one day he would become a disciple of the Holy Temple as well. This was probably just karma.

  The yuanqi on top of Leigong Peak is denser and is where the elders reside, but Wang Meng discovered a strange gathering place for yuanqi halfway up the mountain.

  With nothing better to do, Wang Meng also strolled by while admiring the scenery.

  No wonder the spiritual energy is so abundant, it turns out that this is a place for physical cultivation to practice swordsmanship, and also a way to enter the Tao, which is quite interesting.

  Wang Meng saw a very smooth big stone, just facing the infinite scenery of half mountain, sat on it, and suddenly found that he had really neglected many good things before.

  "Life is like a dream, both real and illusory, it's truly beautiful."

  After a while, Wang Meng stood up, and an array of formations blocked his way.

  "Kensho"

  Wang Meng remembered the sword tomb on Linlang Street, it seemed that the master of this sword tomb had reached a bottleneck, and first found the answer from the worldly affairs, unfortunately, he didn't have that qualification yet.

  Wang Meng's figure flashed into the Sword Mausoleum, someone invaded, and the formation suddenly shook violently. Hundreds of flying swords turned into thousands of sword lights, killing Wang Meng.

  Wang Meng smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly piercing through space, these swords reminded him of Not Speaking.

  *gulp*...

  The sword light dissipated, leaving only ten treasured swords floating in mid-air. Wang Meng looked at them and couldn't help but shake his head. The technique wasn't bad, but unfortunately, the path was wrong.

  Pursuing only the power of the sword is not a good thing for a novice cultivator who has just entered the world. How can one comprehend the true meaning of the sword if they become lost in its might?

  It's no wonder that the master of this place would encounter a bottleneck.

  In the corner, some very shabby swords were piled up, and it was clear that the owner thought they were defective products. A broken sword caught Wang Meng's attention, and for some reason, he had a strange feeling, picked it up, and felt a strange sensation from the breakage.

  "We have a fate, you just follow me from now on, and your name will be Duan Rèn from today." Wang Meng was very satisfied with this, apparently such a straightforward name still conformed to someone's nature.

  Wang Meng, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped again and muttered to himself: "I don't want to take your things for nothing either."

  Wang Meng casually left a word on the wall - "give up"

  A broken sword for a word, the other side gains.

  Carrying a broken blade, he walked out of the sword tomb with a swaying gait. The flying swords in the sword array were in disarray, like chickens and dogs jumping around, but it was all just an illusion. This kind of formation could only intimidate people who had not experienced real combat, and mental attacks were nothing to Wang Meng.

  Wang Meng slowly returned to his own room, placed the broken blade on the stone table, and drank in the morning sunshine, a new day had begun.

  Wang Meng is enjoying himself leisurely here, but Lei Guang Tang has blown his top - someone has broken into the Sword Mausoleum!

  What is Jian Ma?

  This is the sacred place of Leigong Hall, where the six great ancestors of Shengtang's body refinement left behind by Leiting, and inside it contains the precious sword forged by Leiting in his heyday, which is the most yearned for place for every sword cultivator in Shengtang.

  If I can get the treasure sword of Jianzhong, it will save me ten years of hard practice!

  Otherwise, Zhao Guang from the Zhao family wouldn't have come to the weak Leiguan Hall, just to get a precious sword that only Leiguan Hall's disciples can enter the Sword Array and the Sword Mausoleum.

  In the temple, there is a tongue twister: Leigong Hall's sword tomb saves ten years, Lingyin Hall's talisman adds one zhang, Xianyuan Hall's elixir has strong effect, Huoyun Hall's ritual instrument is true, Yushou Hall's spiritual beast runs all over the street, Feifeng Hall's beauty fascinates the world, Baicao Hall's vital energy is like a spring, Hengshan Hall's disciples are like hooligans, Daoguang Hall's threshold is called high.

  Xu Huan and his three companions arrived outside the Sword Mausoleum, which had returned to calmness by then. However, it was clear that someone had entered and exited the formation without suffering any harm.

  "This person's cultivation is extraordinary, definitely not something that can be achieved by any of you disciples!" Zhao Ya said, with a hint of concern in her heart.

  "The sword formation left by the ancestors, even if a thief enters, it's usually a dead end. Could it be that the ancestor himself has arrived?"

  "I heard that the ancestor has gone into seclusion, and besides, it's been many years since he last came to Leigang. Shall we go in and take a look?"

  The precious sword in the Sword Tomb can only be attempted by a disciple of Leigong Hall, and that too if they are under thirty years old. This is also what Lei Feng left behind for the sake of that past sentiment. If there was no Sword Tomb, Leigong Hall would truly be nothing.

  Xu Huan and others were indeed very worried, they had arrived very quickly, but the intruder had already disappeared without a trace, the strangest thing was that not even a hint of evidence was left behind.

  Just as the four of them were hesitating, an old figure appeared silently.