The Entire Sect is Full of Villains, Yet the Junior Sister Conquers All

Chapter 126 : Mystic Spirit Sword Takes Form

"Seventh Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Chu Sang noticed that his state had been a bit off since entering the sword tomb.

The young man looked dazed, muttering, "Little Junior Sister, can you hear a lot of voices? Women screaming, children crying, and angry roars, fearful voices, the clash of metal... it's so noisy..."

Tantai Ming frustratedly pounded his head. His mind seemed to be filled with all sorts of chaotic sounds, all crashing against his divine sense, nearly driving him mad.

Inside the ancient sword tomb, apart from the nine of them, there were no other living things.

Chu Sang didn't hear any sounds.

She glanced at the others ahead, all with normal expressions. Clearly, only Seventh Senior Brother heard those chaotic sounds.

It should be related to his Innate Spirit Body.

The ancient sword tomb contained thousands of sword artifacts, each having come through bloody battles, stained with countless lives and blood. The unresolved resentment and obsession of those who died under these swords formed a kind of energy called [Slaughter Qi].

The spirituality of the swords would be affected by the slaughter qi, becoming frenzied and murderous.

The Innate Spirit Body was sensitive to these things, able to hear the wailing and suffering of the ghosts within the swords.

Not only was Seventh Senior Brother himself affected, but even the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand was stirring restlessly.

Chu Sang gave him a Heart-Calming Pill, and Tantai Ming felt slightly better.

"Be careful!"

After passing through a long tunnel, they officially entered the sword tomb.

They were immediately given a harsh welcome, with a long sword directly attacking them. Fortunately, they reacted quickly enough to avoid harm.

But the excitement was yet to come. Dodging one sword's attack was simple, dodging two swords was also simple, three swords, four swords, five swords... hundreds and thousands of swords. These swords in the tomb seemed to have gone mad, frantically attacking them.

The nine had just entered the sword tomb without a chance to catch their breath before being forced into battle mode. Wave after wave of attacks left them exhausted.

These swords were all ancient divine weapons, most with awakened spirituality. They not only attacked head-on but also ambushed, lured, and sneak attacked.

Most outrageous was that they would form groups and set up formations. One sword formation after another came down, nearly driving people to breakdown.

"Damn, has your sect's sword tomb gone mad??"

Xuanyuan Cheng's face darkened, nearly cursing out loud.

He had just cut down one sword when another attacked from behind, almost piercing him through.

Shang Ziling was also forced into a corner, joining up with another Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciple. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead as she shook her head and said in a deep voice, "The ancient sword tomb is the sect's secret ground, protected by external formations. Even we direct disciples are not allowed to enter casually in normal times."

"So, this is my first time here too..."

She also had grievances she couldn't express. Let alone the others being beaten badly, these swords treated the two Ten Thousand Swords Sect direct disciples the same.

In fact, she, with her innate sword physique, was beaten even more severely.

They were smart enough to realize that it was difficult to kill all nine together, and even consciously used sword formations to separate the nine, defeating them one by one.

It must be said that the Mystic Spirit Sword was usually quite arrogant, only agreeing to work when promised a superior medicinal bath. But in times of crisis, it took the initiative to fly out, thoroughly beating down those despicable swords trying to sneak attack Chu Sang.

Chu Sang also summoned the Karma Burns the Three Realms, shooting down several sword formations with one arrow.

Mo Qingchen, Big Senior Sister, and Lou Qing, the three strongest at the Nascent Soul stage, also took the lead actively. Their fierce sword energy used strength to counter strength, preventing the frenzied ancient swords outside from launching large-scale attacks.

Just as the situation seemed to be turning around, an unexpected change occurred------

The Weeping Blood Sword in Tantai Ming's hand flew out, collaborating with the frenzied swords outside.

"Damn, Seventh Senior Brother, your sword has rebelled!!!"

Tantai Ming was also dumbfounded. Ahhh, his natal sword had rebelled?!!

It hovered in mid-air, dark red murderous sword energy intertwining like a spider web, silently spreading throughout the entire sword tomb.

In an instant, the entire sword tomb shook violently, completely going mad.

"Everyone be careful. I heard the sect elders say before that this ancient sword tomb is actually the remnant of an ancient battlefield. This place is full of broken and ancient swords, with each sword burying a soul. So this place is filled with slaughter qi, and spirit swords are extremely susceptible to its influence..."

Lou Qing warned in a deep voice.

No wonder the master usually didn't allow even the sect's own disciples to come here. The slaughter qi in the sword tomb was truly terrifying. If the sword master's strength couldn't suppress the spirit sword, it was very likely to go berserk under the influence of this slaughter qi.

For example, Tantai Ming.

"Stop wasting words over there, how do we break this thing?" Xuanyuan Cheng couldn't help but curse. If they stayed in this damned place any longer, they'd either be pierced full of holes or turned into porcupines.

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Outside the sword tomb, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect elders also knew the dangers inside, so they constantly watched the situation.

Seeing the chaotic scene on the light screen, one elder stroked his beard and sighed, "Isn't this too difficult for them?"

No matter how talented they were, they were still a group of little flowers raised in the sects since childhood, without much experience of society's hardships. The youngest were only in their teens.

Let alone throwing these children into the sword tomb for tempering, even if they threw in a few old fellows like themselves, they might not come out unscathed.

"If it were any other sect competition, I wouldn't be willing to open the sword tomb," the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Leader said with a smile.

As the saying goes, a hundred times refined makes steel. He liked to temper these newcomers.

The champions of previous years didn't catch his eye, but this year's sword cultivation geniuses were simply too numerous, truly making him itch.

Ordinary rewards wouldn't be of much use to them. These geniuses had enough talent and didn't lack resources. The only thing they lacked was tempering.

Throwing them into the sword tomb for a few days of tempering, they might even contract a suitable sword for themselves when they came out.

It was the best reward he could give these outstanding juniors.

The other elders thought about it and nodded in agreement.

They had already made preparations. If these children really encountered danger in the sword tomb, they could immediately teleport them out.

"By the way, isn't that Lingqing Sect youth's natal sword a bit strange?"

A tall, thin elder pointed.

"This sword is indeed different from other spirit swords. The slaughter qi is too heavy, making it more susceptible to the influence of the slaughter qi in the sword tomb, causing it to become particularly excited, and possibly even turn on its master."

Another elder looked closely for a moment, suddenly standing up with a solemn face, "Wait, this sword... how does it look so much like the legendary Weeping Blood Sword?"

"You don't mean it's one of the Ten Great Evil Swords, the Weeping Blood Sword?"

The other elders were also shocked. They hurriedly flipped through several ancient books, identifying it repeatedly, finally confirming the identity of the young man's red sword.

It really was the Weeping Blood Sword.

For a moment, the elders fell silent.

This sword's normal form and its form when its ferocity erupts were quite different. It feeds on blood, and when it's drunk its fill of blood, its entire body turns red like a branding iron. It's a truly evil weapon that reaps lives.

"These young disciples of this generation are one more troublesome than the next. The Weeping Blood Sword is one of the famous Ten Great Evil Swords. Who would have thought it would be contracted by a teenager?"

The Grand Elder sighed, whether in admiration or something else, "This lad's mind is quite firm, not being affected. You should know that such a proud and arrogant evil sword doesn't accept just anyone as its master..."

Such evil swords only recognize two types of people as masters: one is a thoroughly evil person with hands stained with blood, the other is someone with a heart as pure as a child.

Obviously, this young man belonged to the latter category.

"Who would have thought an evil sword would mix in? This evil sword has stirred up the entire sword tomb. The situation seems even more dangerous than we imagined. Why don't we let them out and change to a different place for tempering?"

Apart from their own two precious disciples, there were direct disciples from other sects in the sword tomb. If they were seriously injured by accident, those old fellows from the other sects would come knocking.

"That's not necessarily true. I think they're quite capable of causing trouble. Why don't we watch a bit longer?"

Although his own direct disciples were being beaten and fleeing for their lives, the Sect Leader wasn't worried at all.

The old man smiled, "That evil sword is indeed troublesome, but it's not without a solution. There's a sword that's naturally righteous and can suppress its slaughter qi."

"You mean... that sword?"

An elder seemed to remember something and was surprised, "But that sword... Wait, you put that sword in the sword tomb? When did you sneakily put it in without telling us, you old thing??"

Don't think that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is just a bunch of single-minded sword cultivators. This generation's Sect Leader is an old rascal who likes to do unexpected things.

The elders were furious upon hearing this, wanting to mob him.

"Ahem, this wasn't my arbitrary decision. It was its own choice..."

Back in the sword tomb, all nine had grim expressions. All the swords in the entire cave were attacking them as if mad, with the biggest troublemaker being the Weeping Blood Sword that had turned traitor halfway.

"Seventh Senior Brother, this is your natal sword. It's up to you to deal with it."

Chu Sang held her bow in front of him, protecting him.

Tantai Ming nodded. He quickly swallowed several Spirit Replenishing Pills and sat down to meditate, intending to recall the Weeping Blood Sword back to his dantian. But more and more spiritual energy frantically gathered around him, causing the spiritual energy in his body to suddenly surge several times, showing signs of breakthrough.

Chu Sang inwardly said "not good," almost forgetting one thing. Although the sword tomb was rich in slaughter qi, the spiritual energy was also exceptionally dense, comparable to a heaven and earth secret realm.

Seventh Senior Brother was already at the late Golden Core stage, only one step away from breaking through to the peak of Golden Core. Now he could probably break through directly.

Breaking through at this time was not a good choice.

But now, apart from forcibly breaking through, there was no other way.

Only by reaching the peak of Golden Core would Seventh Senior Brother have a chance to reclaim the excited Weeping Blood Sword.

"Big Senior Sister, you help Seventh Senior Brother protect himself. I'll go to the front to hold them off."

"Alright."

The two switched positions, with Chu Sang going to deal with the frenzied flying swords at the front.

Several hundred Explosive Talismans were thrown out, blasting away a bunch of flying swords.

Originally, she didn't want to damage public facilities on someone else's territory, but these swords were too ferocious, so she could only fight fire with fire.

A flying sword attempted to attack from behind. Chu Sang activated her movement technique and disappeared several meters away. She drew a talisman with spiritual energy and threw it out.

She then drew more than a dozen Golden Armor Talismans, which hovered around her, moving with her sword-swinging movements, combining offense and defense.

The Mystic Spirit Sword was working hard today, vigorously smacking swords at the front. Chu Sang held the Karma Burns the Three Realms, swinging it with large movements. Before long, she had beaten these swords into fleeing in disarray.

Triple cultivation of sword, talisman, and body, with a divine artifact at her side, and a Heavenly Fire Spirit Root...

It was indeed a good choice.

Unnoticed by anyone, a black shadow flashed by silently in the corner.

"Sang Sang, be careful!"

A terrifying black sword energy attacked out of nowhere. The Mystic Spirit Sword directly rushed over, blocking this attack for her.

A golden-white figure appeared before Chu Sang's eyes. It was a handsome youth of fifteen or sixteen.

She widened her eyes slightly, catching the spirit sword that fell with a "plop!", "Mys... Mystic Spirit?"

Forcibly took human form?

The sword spirit youth fell to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing weakly twice, "Cough cough, Sang Sang, am I going to die, wuwu." He looked at her tenderly, then smiled brightly, "But blocking the attack for you, Sang Sang, I die without regrets!"

The Karma Burns the Three Realms beside them: "......"

She couldn't bear to watch anymore and kicked him, "Can you stop pretending?"

The sword cultivator youth, who had been pale and miserable, sprang up from the ground in an instant, glaring angrily, "What's wrong with you, you broken bow? I've already been very generous not to bother you for stealing my position as the main wife. You keep stirring up trouble. Do you not want to live peacefully anymore?!"

Karma Burns the Three Realms said expressionlessly, slowly enunciating, "A cheap sword is just fussy."

Mystic Spirit sprang up again, fired up. He hugged Chu Sang's arm, nuzzling incessantly, "Sang Sang, look at her!"

"She's so hateful, not like me. I only care for Sang Sang!"

Karma Burns the Three Realms: "...Disgusting."

Mystic Spirit sneered, "You call me disgusting? You didn't even come to block when Sang Sang was injured. You're not dutiful at all!"

"That's because I know that level of sneak attack wouldn't hurt the master."

"I don't care, anyway, you're just..."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." In the end, it was Chu Sang who resolved this childish quarrel.

She took a moment to accept the fact that Mystic Spirit had taken human form.

The sword tomb was extremely suitable for tempering sword intent. The stronger the sword intent, the higher the probability of the spirit sword taking form.

It should have been a joyous occasion, but Chu Sang felt a sense of helplessness, as if her backyard was on fire.

When they hadn't taken human form, these two would fight as soon as they met.

Now that Mystic Spirit finally had the mouth he had dreamed of, he was letting out all his pent-up frustrations. The two engaged in a verbal and physical fight.

She tried to recall them both to her dantian, to let them calm down properly. But the next second, she released them again with a black face.

Who among us can understand? Who can experience the feeling of closing your eyes and still hearing two voices cursing in your mind without taking a breath?

Chu Sang regretted it a bit, wanting Mystic Spirit to change back.

"But why is the Mystic Spirit Sword's spirit a young man?" She stroked her chin.

Usually, doesn't the artifact spirit take on the appearance and gender of its master?

For example, she was the first master of the Karma Burns the Three Realms, so when the bow spirit took form, it was a red-robed young woman with some resemblance to her.

But why was Mystic Spirit a young man?

First of all, this noisy personality definitely didn't take after her!

And the appearance... it didn't look like her child either.