bestfiction Chapter 332 Anxious
Chapter 332 Anxious
The Palace of the Saint.
"You look so pretty, did you dress up especially for me?"
Jiang Wanying looked at the woman in front of her who had exquisite makeup and a waterfall of purple hair. She was obviously dressed up carefully. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes.
"Where is the other person?"
Bai Zhi frowned slightly, ignored Jiang Wanying's teasing, and turned to ask the two female disciples who were leading the way.
"Replying to Saint, that young man was taken away by the Great Elder."
One of them lowered his head and spoke in a soft and clear voice.
"Take it away? Where?"
Bai Zhi frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across her beautiful face.
"In reply to the Saint, the Great Elder only said that he would take the young man around to show him around and fulfill the hospitality of the host." The disciple answered again.
"..."
Bai Zhi was slightly startled, then she gently waved her hand and returned to her usual cold tone, "You guys go and take care of your own business."
"Yes!"
The two disciples bowed slightly, then turned and left.
"Is there a traitor in your holy land who wants to harm Achuan?"
Jiang Wanying frowned slightly, staring at Bai Zhi with a questioning tone.
"Impossible." Bai Zhi's eyes were firm and she spoke without hesitation.
"Then why did she take Achuan away?" Jiang Wanying frowned.
"If I guess correctly, they are a little anxious."
Bai Zhi sighed, a hint of helplessness and understanding flashed in her beautiful eyes. After standing there for a moment, her figure flashed and she turned into a stream of purple light and rushed in one direction.
Seeing this, Jiang Wanying didn't hesitate at all, stepped lightly, and followed Bai Zhi closely.
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"Little friend Lin, that is where the holy land specially collects some magical weapons."
The Great Elder brought Lin Chuan to the top of a towering mountain. He raised his hand and pointed at the ancient yet imposing treasure house not far away, and slowly introduced it.
"Just by looking at the exterior of the treasury, you can tell that every weapon inside is an extraordinary item."
Lin Chuan raised his head slightly, a look of admiration on his face.
"I'll take little friend Lin in for a tour."
The Great Elder smiled slightly and looked at Lin Chuan gently.
"I'm afraid this... isn't a good idea?"
A hint of vigilance flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes and he frowned slightly.
After all, how can you be a good host and invite your guests to visit the treasure house?
"It doesn't matter."
The Great Elder waved his hand gently, still with a kind smile on his face.
"..."
Although Lin Chuan still had doubts in his heart, he couldn't insist on refusing. He could only nod slightly, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and followed the great elder into the treasure house.
"The entire treasury contains 72 earth-grade weapons and 3 heaven-grade ones. The number has remained constant since its establishment, but the weapons have been constantly changing, so that almost every one left here is a divine weapon."
The Great Elder narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of pride appeared on his face, and he slowly began to introduce.
“It’s really eye-opening.”
Lin Chuan nodded slightly in amazement.
"Tsk, it's just a pile of junk."
In my mind, a cold voice suddenly sounded
"It's their holy land after all, so we should show our support."
Lin Chuan responded helplessly.
"Little friend Lin, come with me. I will take you to visit other places."
Seeing Lin Chuan's reaction, the Great Elder nodded with satisfaction, a faint smile appearing on his face.
After a while, they arrived at a pitch-black mountain. They saw a dense network of long swords slanting across the mountain. The sunlight shining on them reflected a cold and chilling light, exuding a murderous aura.
"This sword tomb was built by the third Holy Lord of the Holy Land. The owners of those swords were, without exception, the best sword masters of their time, but in the end, their swords were left in this sword tomb."
The Great Elder looked solemn, his eyes full of nostalgia, and spoke slowly.
"Tsk, what a pile of junk."
In my mind, that cold voice sounded again.
"Great Elder, may I ask whose sword is on the top of the mountain?"
Lin Chuan ignored the sword spirit and looked straight to the top of the mountain, where his gaze fell on the wooden sword stuck between the earth and rocks.
"..."
The Great Elder's expression froze slightly. After a moment's silence, he spoke softly, "That sword belonged to the third Holy Lord. Later... it was given to your master. The wooden sword was just for decoration. Now, the sword should be in the hands of your senior sister."
"..."
Lin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and exclaimed: "This sword tomb is really majestic. It seems to make me see the heroic figure of the third Holy Lord."
"Every sword here represents a legacy of swordsmanship, so this sword tomb is also known as a small holy place in the hearts of sword practitioners."
The Great Elder flicked his finger, and the sword tomb instantly hummed and vibrated, and sharp sword intent burst out from the sword like a tide.
Looking from the foot of the mountain to the top, the higher you go, the more majestic and powerful the sword intent becomes. Of course, the exception is the wooden sword. The moment the sword intent rises, it turns into powder.
"..."
Lin Chuan was silent for a moment, then revealed a look of shock, "What a powerful sword tomb! It's worthy of being a little sacred place in the hearts of sword cultivators!"
"Haha, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. Come with me, Lin Xiaoyou, let's go to another place."
The Great Elder laughed heartily, his brows relaxed, and turned around to signal Lin Chuan to follow.
In a short while, they arrived at a cave. Vines drooped at the entrance, the dark brown rocks shone with a moist sheen, and a faint mist lingered.
"I wonder if Little Friend Lin has ever heard of the Misty Stone?"
The Great Elder looked at Lin Chuan gently, and with a slight flip of her wrist, a small, warm, white stone appeared steadily in her palm.
"I want to eat this, get it for me."
In my mind, that cold voice sounded again without warning. The tone was flat, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness.
"This is not mine, where can I get it for you?" Lin Chuan responded inwardly with annoyance.
"Just grab it and I'll do it for you for free."
The sword spirit's voice was still cold, revealing a casual indifference.
"Auntie, please calm down." Lin Chuan said helplessly.
"Ah."
The sword spirit sneered and then said nothing more.
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. Misty Stone is a rare mineral unique to our White Cloud Holy Land. It can enable forged weapons to conceal their aura during combat, allowing them to launch unexpected attacks."
Seeing that Lin Chuan did not respond for a long time, the elder nodded slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, and explained patiently.
"Surely this ore must be very rare?"
Lin Chuan came back to his senses, his eyes filled with just the right amount of curiosity as he looked at the Piaomiao Stone in the hands of the Great Elder.
"Of course. This ore is buried deep within the Baiyun Holy Land's veins. It's extremely difficult to mine, and the yield from each mining operation is very small."
The Great Elder nodded slightly, then his expression changed. With a kind smile, he handed over the Misty Stone in his hand while speaking, "This is my gift to Little Friend Lin."
"That is absolutely unacceptable."
Lin Chuan frowned slightly, subconsciously took a small step back, and tried his best to refuse.
"It's okay, it's just a small piece. There are hundreds of unmined Misty Stones in this mine."
The Great Elder handed the Misty Stone forward, signaling Lin Chuan to accept it.
"..."
"The boy would be disrespectful if he refused."
Lin Chuan took the Piaomiao Stone, then looked at the cave again. After hesitating for a moment, he asked the question in his mind.
"What's the matter, Great Elder?"
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