The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 101 - . Draw out one’s own sword

Chapter 101: 101. Draw out one’s own sword

Pushing through the fog and walking forward for what seemed like a few hundred meters, one could see a sharp mountain peak emerge from the mist.

The peak was filled with innumerable swords, resembling a thick forest; this must be the Buried Sword Peak that Feng Qin mentioned.

Here, the Cloud Bridge also came to an end, and indeed, there was a stele as tall as a person. The stele was engraved with many tiny characters, likely the Sword-controlling Skill.

Fang Zhou looked around and noticed that nearly a third of the trialists had disappeared, leaving less than a hundred.

However, the others couldn’t wait to swarm over to the stele, surrounding the Sword-controlling Skill carved upon it, reading it with thirsty fascination, even Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng were no exception.

Although Xia Wenqiu was born into a cultivation family, the Xia family’s heritage was worlds apart from that of a Major Sect like the Heavenly Sword Sect; they weren’t even qualified for comparison.

The spells of the Xia family were few, each treasured like a rare gem, while the Heavenly Sword Sect could casually produce a spell to serve as an entry-level trial.

That was exactly why the Xia family sent their only daughter, Xia Wenqiu, to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Xia Wenqiu was one thing, but the others were even worse off, many hadn’t even seen a proper spell in their entire lives.

Fang Zhou also leaned in to take a look and, after reading… hmm, he didn’t quite understand it.

The talent of his current body was undoubtedly astonishing, but as Fang Zhou hailed from another world, his comprehension was quite ordinary, and his way of thinking was different from the people of this world.

The methods and skills taught to Fang Zhou by his teacher Ling Xiaoyue were simple and easy to understand — direct instructions on what to do, which allowed him to perform well.

But the likes of Sword Control Technique, the Heart Sutra, and other such mystical texts, including the one now etched into the stele, were abstruse and often used many allusions and abbreviations.

Fang Zhou found it quite difficult to read, let alone to grasp.

If only he still had Wise Time, he could have tried to forcefully comprehend it, but Wise Time was more than twenty days away from cooling down completely.

Not too far away, Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei, the young ladies, seemed to enjoy reading it.

Suddenly, Fang Zhou felt quite ashamed; he was just a salted fish, incapable of comprehension on his own, unlikely to ever manage it in this lifetime, only able to muddle through life by clinging to the system’s coattails to maintain his cultivation lifestyle.

Although it was also Sword Control Skill, the Sword-controlling Skill of the Heavenly Sword Sect was still somewhat comprehensible to Fang Zhou, unlike the Sword Control Technique passed to him by Yan Chixia, which was utterly incomprehensible to him.

Feng Qin appeared again, her silent gaze intensifying the pressure on the trialists.

“Haha, so that’s how it is! So that’s how it is!”

Xia Wenqiu suddenly burst into delightful laughter and strode toward Buried Sword Ridge.

Fang Zhou was somewhat surprised; he had only read half of it, and this guy had already learned it?

Was he that amazing?

The other trialists also showed looks of envy and astonishment, even Feng Qin’s eyes carried a hint of approval. Truly worthy of being the Xia family’s “Heavenly Pride,” her comprehension skills were high.

Then all attention turned to Ji Congfeng, who had been on par with Xia Wenqiu from the start. Was he about to be left behind here?

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But Ji Congfeng continued to read the stele with a cold face, in no rush.

Xia Wenqiu approached Buried Sword Ridge and used the newly learned Sword-controlling Skill, immediately resonating with one of the countless longswords on Buried Sword Ridge.

She lightly stepped and exerted her family’s unique martial arts skill, as light as a swallow, borrowing force from the many swords to climb upwards swiftly, and soon leaped up three meters, reaching out to grab and pull out a longsword.

It was a white longsword with flowing light like water, and the blade bore the inscription “Ruoshui.”

“Ruoshui Sword? Good!”

Xia Wenqiu took to the Ruoshui Sword instantly, holding it fondly.

As she pulled out the Ruoshui Sword, Ji Congfeng had already strode over, leaping up, and shot up two meters like a lightning bolt.

A longsword vibrated and fell from Buried Sword Ridge, landing precisely in Ji Congfeng’s hands.

This sword was blue, shining like light and flashing like lightning, with the sword inscription of Thunderbolt.

Ji Congfeng reached out to gently caress the Thunderbolt, and a trace of tenderness emerged on her icy face.

The Thunderbolt Sword let out a light humming sound, seemingly rejoicing as well.

Feng Qin looked at Ji Congfeng with admiration in her eyes; this trial tested one’s talent and perception. Xia Wenqiu possessed the highest perceptiveness, which is why she was the first to learn the Sword Control Skill.

However, Ji Congfeng’s talent was clearly superior, as the Thunderbolt Sword actively responded to her.

The two could be said to be equally matched, both exceptional uncut jades.

Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng, as two Heavenly Prides, led the way. After some time, other Trialists gradually learned the Sword Control Technique and went to Buried Sword Ridge to pull out their own longswords.

Even Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei had drawn their swords; Chu Yunfei’s was a pair of swords named Browning, and Li Yunlong’s sword was called Yidaili, both with unclear meanings.

The crowd around Fang Zhou gradually thinned until only he remained in front of the stele, all other Trialists having claimed their own longswords.

Everyone’s attention was now focused on Fang Zhou, including the three Sages and two True Disciples from Yuxu Palace who were secretly peering at the scene.

Could it be that this handsome and distinguished man’s talent and perception are so lacking?

This Sword-controlling Skill inscribed on the stele was the most fundamental spell of the Heavenly Sword Sect, enabling even those in the Qi Refining Realm, unable to project Spiritual Energy externally, to sense weapons, but that was all it could do.

It wasn’t very powerful and was even simpler; if one couldn’t learn this, it would be difficult to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect. The Sect also does not need a mere vase… hmm, but it seems rather nice to admit a good-looking vase.

At this moment, the three Sages were already considering the question of accepting a vase.

Yu Qing and Xuan Ling were also quite puzzled; had they both misjudged this man as nothing more than an attractive vase?

With so many eyes on him, Fang Zhou felt a tingle on his scalp; these people weren’t coveting his looks but doubting his intelligence.

He could only set aside the Sword-controlling Skill he only half-understood and bravely walked towards Buried Sword Ridge.

Halfway there, Fang Zhou’s heart gradually calmed; after all, he remembered he was an imposter, so what if he failed to learn the skill?

They surely wouldn’t kick him off here.

With a leveled mindset, Fang Zhou’s steps became much lighter, and with encouraging looks from Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong, Fang Zhou managed even to offer a smile in return.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fang Zhou approached Buried Sword Ridge.

He planned to use the Xuanyuan Sword to bluff as if to say, “Look, I already have my own weapon; you can keep your swords.”

Fang Zhou began to perform the Sword Control Technique, but before he could summon the Xuanyuan Sword from the Sword Box, he heard countless strong and faint responses.

All these responses came from Buried Sword Ridge, from the myriad of longswords there.

These longswords possessed their own spirit, battered by wind and rain atop Buried Sword Ridge day after day, stubbornly making themselves heard, waiting for their masters to arrive.

But not every sword could wait for its owner. Some were already covered in rust, some had been buried on the peak for hundreds of years, unnoticed, hoping just to be glanced at one more time.

After performing the Sword Control Skill, Fang Zhou could feel the longing and loneliness of these masterless swords, the strong desires of these sentient beings nearly overwhelming him.

Fang Zhou reached out towards Buried Sword Ridge and intoned softly, “Come!”

Buried Sword Ridge shook violently as if an earth dragon were turning over, even the Cloud Bridge trembled.

The Trialists panicked, and Feng Qin’s face changed dramatically as she looked towards Buried Sword Ridge.

The next moment, accompanied by countless ringing sounds, thousands of longswords broke free from Buried Sword Ridge, like a dark cloud eclipsing the sun, flying towards Fang Zhou.