Sun Dazhu nodded with satisfaction and said, "You can keep the token. You can enter and leave the herb garden freely. But remember, without my permission, you can't touch any of the herbs in the garden. Understand?"
Wang Lin nodded. He knew that Sun Dazhu didn't like him. Now that he had reached the third level of Qi Condensation, he more or less accepted him as his disciple. Wang Lin respectfully excused himself.
Not long after, he arrived at the Sword Spirit Pavilion. He had been here a long time ago. Now that he was back, the memories of the past resurfaced in his mind.
Sitting cross-legged outside the Sword Spirit Pavilion was a disciple in his thirties. He was chubby and looked unfamiliar. Clearly, he hadn't participated in the training.
He glanced at Wang Lin and said in surprise, "Junior Brother, you're only at the third level of Qi Condensation. What are you doing here?
Only cultivators of the fourth level of Qi Condensation and above can come here. "
Wang Lin didn't say anything. He took out the token Sun Dazhu had given him and threw it over.
The fat man caught it and looked at it. His expression immediately became strange, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. After a long time, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He said, "So it's a tradition of Uncle-Master Sun's sect. I forgot about that. Uncle-Master Sun's sect has a habit. Every time they interact with other sects, they use flying swords to keep up appearances."
Wang Lin felt very embarrassed. Especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu's serious expression, he smiled bitterly.
The fatty laughed for a long time, then waved his hand and suppressed his laughter. He said, "Junior Brother, you can go in. I suggest you choose the third sword from the right. That flying sword is amazing. When I first came here, I thought I had encountered the most powerful flying sword in the State of Zhao."
Wang Lin quickly thanked him and walked forward. When he was about fifteen feet away, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. His divine sense detected a ripple spreading out from the room, as if it was trying to stop him from moving forward.
When the fatty saw this, he knew that he had forgotten to turn off the Sword Spirit Pavilion's restriction. He was about to ask Wang Lin to wait for a while, but before he could say anything, it was as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat. He held it in for a long time and couldn't say a word. His eyes suddenly widened, revealing a strong look of disbelief.
When Wang Lin sensed the resistance, he couldn't help but recall the humiliation he had suffered in the past. He snorted and strode forward. Fifteen meters, twelve meters, nine meters, six meters, one meter.
No matter how strong the resistance was, it could not stop Wang Lin's footsteps. He walked in with extreme ease.
After entering the room, his divine sense swept out and his heart stirred. This room was very strange. His divine sense seemed to have lost its effect and was limited to a radius of 30 feet!
The fatty immediately jumped up with a shocked expression on his face. He was the disciple in charge of the Sword Spirit Pavilion, so he knew the power of the Formation Prohibition here. It was specially designed to isolate all Divine Senses. He had once seen a few Martial Uncles unable to force their way into the pavilion, not to mention the inner sect disciples.
Only when recruiting disciples would the power of the Formation Prohibition be reduced by countless times. From there, the Sword Qi in the Sword Spirit Pavilion would be released to select suitable disciples.
"Could it be that the Formation Prohibition is broken?"
The fatty couldn't believe what he saw. After thinking for a long time, he thought that the Formation Prohibition must be broken. Hence, he strode forward, ready to give it a try.
However, just as he was about fifty feet away, a huge pressure came crashing down on him, as if the sky was collapsing. Fatty's body was like a lone boat in a raging sea, flung far away, drawing an arc in the sky. Accompanied by a few puffs of blood, he fell heavily to the ground.
After a long time, he came to his senses. A look of fear appeared on his face, and he said hoarsely,
"It … it's not broken!"
Wang Lin entered the room easily and looked around. He saw many ancient swords of different lengths in the room, emitting a strong sword intent.
Wang Lin's gaze swept across the flying swords without stopping. Finally, he saw the most awesome flying sword in the cultivation world of the State of Zhao.
After seeing it, Wang Lin was a little speechless. This could be said to be the most awesome flying sword. It couldn't even be considered a flying sword. It was more like a rectangular door.
It was two palms wide and three feet long. Its entire body was shining with a golden light. Don't think that this golden light was some kind of immortal technique. This golden light was purely because the sword was covered with a layer of gold!
Don't think that this gold was just a smokescreen to cover up a peerless sword. Underneath the gold was actually the most ordinary pig iron. There was nothing special about it.
Two huge diamonds were inlaid on the hilt, and even the tassel was made of golden threads.
In short, this flying sword would definitely be awesome if it was taken out. It would definitely give people a feeling of invincibility.
Wang Lin touched his chin. He really had high hopes for this flying sword. If he was short of money in the future, he could find a random place to sell it for a lot of money.
On the flying sword, there was a sign that said, "This sword is called Riches. It was forged by a grandmaster of the sect 500 years ago. It is said that it has unfathomable power. However, in reality, this sword has been broken many times. The grandmaster made great contributions to the sect in his life. Before he died, his only words were to leave this sword in the Sword Spirit Pavilion for a fated person.
Whoever chooses this sword, remember to treat it well. If it breaks, you must reattach it. Don't sell it, or you will be expelled from the sect! "
Wang Lin couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the flying sword and said, "I'll choose you. Wang is poor. If you break it, don't expect me to reattach it for you!"
After putting the flying sword in his bag of holding, Wang Lin walked out of the Sword Spirit Pavilion. The fatty nervously looked at him. The mocking expression on his face was gone.
Wang Lin's divine sense was isolated in the room, so he didn't notice the fatty's strange behavior. He felt it was strange why the fatty changed from arrogance to respect.
After returning to Sun Dazhu's herb garden and taking out the flying sword, Sun Dazhu was immediately dumbfounded. He muttered to himself for a while before meaningfully looking at Wang Lin and saying, "Back then, when I saw this sword, I really didn't have the guts to carry it out. Kid, you sure have the guts. Good, in three days, bring it to the Xuan Dao Sect and your elders to see."
Three days later, the Heng Yue Sect's bell rang nine times. The sound echoed for a long time. The head of the sect, along with all the elders and disciples, all stood outside the main hall.
A black dot appeared in the sky, drawing closer and closer until, shockingly, it was a three-hundred-meter-long, thousand-legged centipede. The centipede was pitch-black, and it stood on a black cloud, rumbling like thunder as it sped toward them.
All of the Heng Yue Sect disciples sucked in a breath of cold air. Their eyes were filled with terror.
Some of the female disciples were so scared that their legs went soft.
"What is there to be surprised about? This centipede looks scary, but if each of you stab it, it will die for sure!"
The red-faced elder next to the head of the sect shouted with dissatisfaction. His voice was very loud. It was obvious that he wanted the Xuan Dao Sect disciples on the centipede to hear him.