"Old Cheng, take a look at this sword. It should be the one, right?"

In the main hall, the middle-aged man who had previously worn a smile now had a solemn expression as he turned his attention to a young man with snow-white hair beside him. The young man had a handsome face and a tall figure. He was dressed in a red robe with mysterious patterns, adorned with an embroidered purple flame that contrasted sharply with his hair.

"With my many years of Artifact Refining experience..." The youth stared at it for a moment, then nodded and said, "It should be."

The hall fell silent.

"Then this is getting interesting. This lad chose at random, and he actually chose this Ancient Sword." The slightly overweight elder chuckled. "This Ancient Sword is not something that just anyone can pull out."

"I think, if he does pull it out... how should we put it?" The beautiful woman spoke hesitantly. "This sword is..."

"That's definitely impossible," the middle-aged man said assertively, waving his hand.

"I also think it's quite unlikely," the young man said. "This sword is very special, even more troublesome than the Seven Absolute Divine Sword in the center... Once it is pulled out, Elder Yan would probably appear in person."

The middle-aged man crossed his arms, speaking with considerable confidence, "In the nearly one thousand years of Sword Sect history, no one has been able to pull out this sword."

「In the Sword Ruins.」

Tsk, that looks like a mighty Divine Sword, doesn't it? Wang Mu looked into the distance.

It was Luo Qifang who had just pulled out a Sword that was radiating Weaving Flame Divine Light.

The Sword was adorned with Red Jade tassels, its patterns flickering with ancient True Intent, and surging Flame Power spewed around. Its formidable aura caused countless Swords to hum, as if they were cheering for finding a worthy master for this Sword.

This guy really does have exceptional aptitude.

The Sword Sect was a great sect. When taking in disciples, there were always some with exceptional talent.

It wasn't just Luo Qifang; apart from him, several others had also pulled out a number of Swords that looked quite extraordinary. Similarly, there were many like Wang Mu who chose to search the outer areas for Ancient Swords that seemed easier to pull out. It seemed that most were confident in their own abilities.

Wang Mu took a deep breath, looking down at the broken sword in front of him. Its surface was covered in rust, its hilt stained with countless specks of dust, and the tassel was also broken.

If not for the other part stuck in the ground of the Sword Ruins, Wang Mu would have suspected it was a broken sword.

If I can't pull this one out, that would be really lame!

Wang Mu nodded to himself with confidence, gripping the hilt. Suddenly, he felt a very strange aura. A familiar aura.

Hmm, it seems my Sword Dao Talent is simply too high!

Wang Mu thought this, convinced that the Ancient Sword was already moved by him.

"Up!"

Wang Mu gripped the hilt, feeling as if the broken sword was bursting with cheers and excitement.

This broken sword has a spirit? Wang Mu was surprised but soon understood. Normal.

Then, Wang Mu began to pull the Sword.

The moment he exerted force, Wang Mu felt an overwhelming pressure coming from the Sword, as if it could crush his body. Moreover, a miraculous energy roamed through his body. Wang Mu found it extremely difficult to pull.

No way, is my Sword Dao Talent that poor?

Wang Mu's face darkened.

Having such difficulty pulling out a Small Broken Sword?

At that moment, Wang Mu had a fleeting thought but didn't dwell on it. Instead, he put all his strength into pulling out the Sword.

His strength slowly waned.

The Small Broken Sword also gradually emerged from the ground, inch by inch.

The pressure grew stronger, and it wasn't just physical. His soul also felt a strange kind of pressure.

Lucky for me I have the Eighty Layers of the Hundred Refinement Body Technique; otherwise, I might not be able to withstand it.

Moreover, this sword gives off a sense of familiarity, suggesting it recognizes me… and even with that, it's this difficult to pull out?

Wang Mu could only conclude that his Sword Dao Talent must not be great.

I haven't eaten enough fish, or maybe I've reached my limit...

Wang Mu decided then: if he could fly with Sword Flight in the future, he would definitely unlock other fishing spots in Huangtian Continent quickly to catch more fish that could improve his Sword Dao Talent. Eat voraciously!

HUM...

Just when Wang Mu was about to pull out the Sword.

Suddenly, the entire Sword Ruins trembled slightly. The air seemed to freeze. The Seven Absolute Divine Sword in the center quivered gently...

"Hm?"

Su Yu, who was recording the events, sensed the disturbance in the Sword Ruins. With his Divine Sense, he swept over the area and noticed Wang Mu. "Eh? Brother Wang is pulling out a Sword? How come it caused the Sword Ruins to shake?"

Su Yu was momentarily stunned, finding himself a bit at a loss.

The Ancient Swords outside are mostly ordinary... Some were even discarded by predecessors... What's so special about an Ancient Sword in this Sword Ruins?

The Sword Ruins trembled, but for the others immersed in drawing their Swords, there wasn't much of an impact.

It even seemed easier to draw the Swords now.

「Meanwhile.」

「In a void cave dwelling.」

Yan Qingwu, who had just closed her eyes to rest and gather energy, suddenly opened them wide.

"Impossible!"

How can someone pull out that sword?

A trace of shock appeared on Yan Qingwu's eternally unchanging, ice-cold visage as she calculated with her fingers. "You again?"

What's going on? How can karma have such an impact?

Yan Qingwu bit her silver teeth lightly. "My Green Frost Sword, how could you possibly pull it out?"

Her figure flashed, and she disappeared abruptly...

At this moment, in the central main hall, a senior member of the Sword Sect watched the scenes on the light screen, his face changing dramatically. "How is this possible?"

"This is too strange!" exclaimed the young man. "This Sword is the Destiny Divine Sword that Elder Yan used to traverse the world with... How could it be pulled out by a mere mortal?"

"This Wang Mu, there's something very wrong with him!" the middle-aged man said gravely. "Granted, for some unknown reason, Elder Yan abandoned this Divine Sword and let it gather dust, impairing its Sword Heart, but its spiritual nature still remains. Besides Elder Yan, no one else in this world should be able to pull it out..."

"Du Tianji, that old bald monk, once said that Elder Yan's talent is unrivaled and her swordsmanship crowns Huangtian... Could it be that Wang Mu's Sword Dao Talent has reached such heights?"

For a moment, the hall fell dead silent.

"Phew!"

Accompanied by a resonant sound, the Small Broken Sword was finally pulled out!

Wang Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

That wasn't easy at all! Barely made it through!

Wang Mu looked around. Most people had finished as well.

It seemed everyone was looking at him, their gazes somewhat strange.

Wang Mu understood this oddity.

Well, I did best in the last round; it seems I'm at the bottom this time. If I were them, I'd find it strange too... Luckily, Wang Mu had a thick skin and walked over to Su Yu with composure, smiling. "I've passed the trial, right?"

Hearing this, Su Yu was somewhat silent.

"Hmm."

Su Yu nodded. "Pulling it out counts as passing the trial. However, to record your performance for this trial, you must tell me the name of this Sword. This will help me distinguish the grade and strength of the Sword and preliminarily judge your Sword Dao Talent."

"This... I have no idea?" Wang Mu said.

"A Sword covered in dust... the name of a typical Sword is usually engraved on its hilt or guard," Su Yu explained, forming a spell with his fingertips. "With the Sword Washing Technique, I can make this dust-sealed Ancient Sword reveal its sword light once again."

As he finished speaking, Su Yu's fingers on one hand began to move intricately.

A stream of watery light emerged from his hand and flew to the Small Broken Sword in Wang Mu's hand, swirling around the dust like a tornado.

The flow of water, however, brought out a hint of icy light from the Sword. On its guard, several ancient characters appeared.

"This Sword is named Green Frost Sword," Su Yu said with a faint smile. However, as soon as he finished speaking, his smile froze, and his face stiffened.

"Green Frost Sword?" Wang Mu took a closer look, and the sense of familiarity intensified.

Hmm?

It was as if he remembered something.

"Brother Wang..." At this moment, Su Yu stuttered, "You... you... you actually pulled out this Sword?"

Seeing Su Yu's reaction, everyone immediately grew curious.

What kind of Sword is this? It doesn't seem that special, right?

Wang Mu shuddered, as if he had realized something.

"Brother Su Yu, what kind of Sword is this?" Luo Qifang asked quietly.

With a tremble in his voice, Su Yu said,

"This is the former personal Sword of our Sword Sect's Elder Yan, the Destiny Divine Sword."

Upon hearing this, everyone was astounded.

The peerless Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect was known to nine out of ten people in Huangtian Continent; the tenth, if they didn't know, would surely be a fool.

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