Chapter 39 – Wealth
Sun Dazhu nodded his head in satisfaction and said, “You may keep this token. It will allow you to freely enter and exit this garden. But remember, you are not to touch any of the herbs without my permission.”
Wang Lin nodded. He knew that Sun Dazhu didn’t like him, but seeing as he had already reached the 3rd layer, Sun Dazhu at least acknowledged him as a disciple. Wang Lin respectfully left.
Not long after, he arrived at the sword pavilion in the main courtyard. He had been here many years ago, and being here again reminded him of that time.
Outside the sword pavilion sat a disciple dressed in white. He looked to be in his thirties and was somewhat plump. Wang Lin didn’t recognize him, so it seemed he hadn’t participated in the intensive training.
He stared at Wang Lin and exclaimed, “Junior brother, you are only on the 3rd layer. What are you doing here? This is a place that can only be entered by disciples of the 4th layer or higher.”
Wang Lin remained silent. He took out the token that Sun Dazhu had given him and threw it.
After the fat disciple received the token, his face turned strange, as if he were trying to suppress a smile. Soon, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “It seems like this is Senior Brother Sun’s tradition. I’d forgotten about this. Senior Brother Sun has a tradition of showing off his flying sword during every competition with other sects.”
Wang Lin felt embarrassed, especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu’s serious expression earlier. He smiled warily.
The fat man laughed for a long time. He held back his laughter and waved his hand as he said, “Junior brother, go ahead. I recommend the third sword from the right. That flying sword is truly amazing. The first time I saw it, I thought it was the most amazing flying sword in the State of Zhao.”
Wang Lin immediately thanked the man and walked toward the pavilion. When he was about 5 meters away, he suddenly felt a wave of energy from the pavilion, seemingly trying to prevent him from entering.
Seeing this, the fat man realized that he had forgotten to deactivate the formation surrounding the pavilion. He wanted to inform Wang Lin, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. His eyes widened as he stared at Wang Lin with disbelief.
Wang Lin felt the resistance and remembered the embarrassment of that time. He snorted and continued forward, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter!
Despite the increasing resistance, it couldn’t stop Wang Lin at all, and he easily stepped into the sword pavilion. After entering the room, he used his divine sense and discovered that the room he was currently in was very strange. It seemed that his divine sense was limited to a range of only 3 meters.
The fat man immediately jumped up with a shocked expression on his face. He was the disciple in charge of managing the sword pavilion, so he knew the power of the formation very well. Not to mention the inner disciples, even many elders couldn’t force their way in like Wang Lin had just done.
Only when recruiting followers, the power of the formation is weakened hundreds of times, so that the sword energy can be released to see if there is a match.
“Is the formation broken?” The fat man couldn’t believe what had just happened. He thought the formation must be broken, so he went forward to test it himself.
Just as he was about 5 meters away, he felt a powerful pressure that made him feel like a leaf in a turbulent sea. He was thrown out mercilessly. His body flew black and formed an arc as he fell. He coughed several times until he coughed out blood after landing on the ground. After a long time, he regained consciousness. His face was filled with fear. He exclaimed, “No… it’s not broken!”
Wang Lin easily entered the room. As soon as he entered, he saw many flying swords of varying lengths, all emitting powerful sword intent.
Wang Lin observed each sword one by one without stopping, until finally he saw the sword that the fat man said was the most amazing sword in the country of Zhao.
Upon seeing it, Wang Lin was speechless. That sword could truly be considered the most amazing flying sword. It shouldn’t be considered a flying sword, but more like a rectangular mark.
It was two palms wide, one meter long, and its entire body shone with a golden light. The reason for the golden light wasn’t because it was a magically enchanted sword; it was because the entire sword was coated in gold.
Also don’t think that the gold coating is just to hide the amazing sword underneath, it’s just plain iron.
On the hilt are two large diamonds, and even the sword tassel is made of thin gold pieces.
In short, showing this sword to others will really amaze them, and maybe even make them think that it is an amazing sword.
Wang Lin stroked his chin. He was truly optimistic about the sword. If nothing else, at least if he needed money in the future, he could sell it for a high price.
On the flying sword was a sign that read, “This sword is called Wealth. It was forged by a sect elder 500 years ago and is said to possess unimaginable power. However, in reality, it has been damaged and rebuilt countless times. However, because the elder had done so much for the sect, his final will was to leave this sword here in the hope that it would find a suitable successor in the future.”
“Whoever chooses this sword must treat it with care. If it’s damaged, it must be repaired immediately. If it’s sold, the person selling it will be expelled from the sect!”
Wang Lin couldn’t hold back his laughter. He took out a sword and said, “Then I’ll choose you, but I, Wang Lin, am a poor man, so if you’re broken, don’t expect me to put you back together!”
After storing the flying sword in his bag, he left the room. The fat man outside looked nervous. Instead of laughing mockingly like before, he respectfully saw Wang Lin off.
Wang Lin’s divine senses were limited inside the pavilion, so he didn’t see what happened to the fatty, so he wondered why the fatty suddenly became so respectful.
After returning to Sun Dazhu’s garden, Wang Lin took out his sword. Sun Dazhu was stunned, and after muttering to himself for a while, he glanced at Wang Lin seriously and said, “When I saw this sword before, I didn’t have the guts to take it, but it seems you have the guts. Good. Take this sword with you to the competition in three days and show it off to the elders.”
Three days later, the Heng Yue Sect’s bells tolled nine times. The bells echoed throughout the mountain for a long time. The sect head, all the elders, and many disciples all stood outside the main hall.
They saw a black dot appear in the sky. The black dot grew closer and closer to them, until they saw that it was a thousand-foot-long centipede. The centipede was completely black. It seemed to be stepping on black clouds as it roared toward them.
All the core disciples of the Heng Yue Sect took a deep breath, their eyes filled with fear. The faces of several female disciples turned pale and their legs became weak.
“What’s the big deal? Even though this thousand-foot-long centipede looks terrifying, if everyone here attacks it with their swords, it will still die!” The red-faced man next to the sect head shouted. His voice was extremely loud. It seemed like he wanted the people on the centipede to hear him.