Yun Jin made her way to the deepest chamber.
There weren't many familiar faces here.
Only the swords from the final two trials were worthy of standing in this place: Feng Xing Sword and Lei Ting Sword.
Each of these swords contained extraordinary power—one concealed the Law of Wind, the other brimmed with the Law of Thunder. Only with such strength could they be stationed in the heart of this sanctum.
There were other weapons here too, each of them radiating a remarkable presence.
Yun Jin grinned. "Senior weapons, I've come today to temper my Primordial Soul. In a moment, I hope you all release your full might—hold nothing back."
Release full might?
The weapons exchanged uneasy glances.
Feng Xing Sword hesitated. "Young Master, though many of us are damaged to varying degrees, we're still high-grade artifacts. If we truly release everything we've got, you might not be able to withstand it."
"No worries. The whole point is that I can't withstand it," Yun Jin chuckled, mischief lighting her eyes. "All of you are seniors. If you can't force me to kneel and beg today, I'll be disappointed. When I leave, I'll tell the other weapons outside that you're just occupying prime spots for no reason—you're not even worthy of it. If a little Divine Transformation cultivator like me is too much for you, you might as well give up your place now."
The weapons: "..."
They knew Yun Jin was provoking them on purpose.
Still—
Even knowing that didn't make it any less infuriating!
"Well? Are we starting, or are you too weak because you missed a few meals?" Yun Jin said, arms crossed.
The weapons glanced at each other again.
After a thousand years, their tempers had mellowed. They weren't as hot-headed as before. But this brat of a Young Master really made them want to give her a beating.
"If that's what Young Master desires... then let's play," Feng Xing Sword let out a sinister laugh.
Truth be told, back in the Sword Tomb, plenty of their comrades had resented Yun Jin to the bone. If Feng Xing Sword could be the one to put her in her place, he'd be the pride of all swords.
"Agreed. Follow Young Master's orders," Lei Ting Sword added, sounding just as eager.
With those two leading the charge, the rest of the weapons gave their assent one after another.
"Let's go, then. Show me which one of you is the softest of the bunch." Yun Jin stood tall in the center, completely unafraid.
[Emotional Value +200.]
[Emotional Value +100.]
Scattered Emotional Value continued to trickle in.
Not a lot, but meat is meat, even if it's from a mosquito.
Yun Jin figured she could keep pushing her luck.
The weapons didn't hesitate any longer.
In the next moment—
Countless sharp and forceful auras converged on Yun Jin.
Though they spoke roughly, when they truly acted, each weapon still held back a little, afraid of doing her serious harm.
Yun Jin stood unmoving in the center.
She raised a brow. "That's it? This is your full power? Feels like a tickle."
The weapons faltered again.
They had held back, sure, but this was still around the peak of Divine Transformation strength. Yun Jin's soul realm was also at Divine Transformation. There was no mistake about that. So why did she seem entirely unaffected?
"Young Master's strength isn't something you can judge by common standards," Lei Ting Sword said solemnly. "Everyone, increase power."
This time, they pushed harder. Lei Ting Sword even released a flicker of lightning onto Yun Jin.
She felt a bit of pressure—but still not enough.
"I can feed you all a few bites first if you're low on energy," she said flatly.
The weapons: "..."
Who was bullying who here?
Grinding their metaphorical teeth, they increased the pressure again.
Yun Jin had no other choice.
Her current soul realm truly was stuck at the peak of Divine Transformation. But her Primordial Soul was far more refined than most cultivators. This level of oppression couldn't even begin to shake loose the hidden strength inside her. In truth—
Using this method to forcefully elevate one's soul realm was incredibly risky.
She'd done it twice before.
The first time was when Zhao Wuji used Unity-level pressure to trigger the release of part of her soul power.
The second time was during the activation of the Beastmaster Domain, when an unexpected event nearly overwhelmed her. She only pulled through thanks to Shen Qian's constant protection.
Both times had been dangerous, and neither was guaranteed to succeed. More often than not, Yun Jin preferred to wait and let her soul power emerge naturally. Even at that gradual pace, her progress was astonishing—faster than what most cultivators could ever dream of.
But this time—
She didn't have time to wait.
Yes.
Time was running out.
Even with the Time-Space Pavilion, she only had three hundred days for cultivation. The further one advanced in cultivation, the slower the progress. She'd once reached the Golden Core stage in just three months. But that didn't mean she could leap across two major realms in three hundred days now.
That was nearly impossible.
All she could do was seize every opportunity to push her strength higher. In three hundred days, her soul power might naturally break into the Unity stage.
But that was still too slow.
Yun Jin needed more than that.
Even if she couldn't reach Tribulation, she had to at least aim for the peak of Unity.
Only then would her odds of survival improve.
The weapons kept ramping up their pressure.
Yun Jin endured, all while taunting them nonstop.
The oppressive force wrapped around her grew sharper, heavier, fiercer.
The spiritual might of the weapons wasn't physical, but it was keen as blades. Yun Jin felt as if countless sword lights were striking her body and mind, each stab splitting her head with pain.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Clearly—
The pressure had already begun to exceed her limits.
The weapons noticed and started preparing to ease off.
But Yun Jin suddenly lifted her head and barked, "That's your full strength? This is what passes for the greatest weapons of Wushuang Sect? Hit me with everything! I want to see just how far you can go!"
Another round of provocation.
This time, though, the weapons looked at one another in alarm.
They could see Yun Jin was on the edge.
Any more pressure, and her Primordial Soul might collapse!
"I said keep going!!" Yun Jin's gaze turned piercing. "What, you won't even obey your Sect Master's command?"
Her voice was cold, brooking no refusal.
"Do you understand what 'full strength' means?" she snapped.
All the weapons trembled at once.
In that moment, they saw a trace of the former Sect Master—the Wan Dao Saint—within Yun Jin.
If it had been him issuing the order, would they have disobeyed?
In that instant—
The weapons instinctively chose obedience. A might even more terrible than before descended upon Yun Jin, crashing down like a mountain. Her knees buckled slightly under the force.
Was this the limit?
In her sea of consciousness, a Soul Pool had already formed. Until now, it had remained still, but now, it began to roil and churn violently.
Not enough.
Yun Jin kept enduring.
The weapons suspected this might be part of a secret training method and didn't dare retract their power.
Under the unrelenting pressure, the Soul Pool erupted with massive waves. The entire sea roared, crashing into chaos.
"Young Master!" The Tian Po Sword was jolted awake from its slumber, alarmed by what it sensed.
"Stop, stop this now! If this continues, your years of cultivation will be ruined!" Tian Po Sword was genuinely panicking.
Then he heard Yun Jin's calm reply.
"Years of cultivation? Relax. All in all, it hasn't even been six months. If it's ruined, I'll just start over."
Tian Po Sword: "..."
The hell.
For a moment, he didn't even know how to argue with that.