Feng Xi was very speechless.
Because inside her storage ring, the wooden sword was diligently… painting itself.
Yes, painting.
Using the black paint Feng Xi had applied to it during the arena match.
The wooden sword had soaked itself in the paint bucket, rolling continuously to ensure the black paint coated its entire body evenly.
Then it dove headfirst into the "ice mountain".
Considering its usual half-dead, lethargic appearance, it was remarkable that it could accomplish all this in such a short amount of time.
Even if Feng Xi guessed with her heels, she could tell that this thing wanted to hide!
Either because it felt guilty or afraid, it looked extremely sneaky.
Feng Xi felt a bit tired.
Whether it was her spirit pets, her spiritual roots, or this wooden sword, they all sneaked around in the same way!
She had no idea who they learned it from!
While she was speechless, Xing Wu was pushed aside by several disciples of Wan Jian Sect.
This is Wan Jian Sect. Why are you, a Beast-Taming Sect disciple, acting so full of yourself here?!
We haven't even spoken to Little Junior Sister yet, and you've been talking nonstop!
Xing Wu, shoved to the side, snorted angrily.
Seeing this scene, Jing Yan once again questioned life for the nth time.
In the past, personal disciples of the Four Great Sects would only exchange a few polite words upon meeting. Why were Xing Wu and the others so enthusiastic toward Little Junior Sister?
And calling her Little Junior Sister over and over, don't you have any shame?
She is my Little Junior Sister, alright?!
After about half an hour, the group arrived at the sword tomb.
Before coming, Feng Xi had heard Jun Wen describe it.
The so-called sword tomb was a graveyard of swords, completely filled with broken blades.
As for the origin of these broken swords, no one knew.
It was said that the founding ancestor of Wan Jian Sect established the sect to guard the sword tomb.
When Feng Xi saw it with her own eyes, she was shocked.
In a pit several hundred miles in diameter lay countless broken swords, crisscrossing one another.
Ling Qianting reminded Jiang Ji and the others, "The sword tomb still retains the consciousness from before the swords were broken. Do not probe them with your divine sense, lest their emotions infect you and damage your sea of consciousness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xi felt intertwined emotions, pain, brutality, bloodlust, despair…
Feng Xi: …
I didn't do anything.
It seemed they had taken the initiative to sense me.
More accurately, they were… attacking her.
Feng Xi guessed that it was related to the wooden sword, so she didn't mention it.
For a moment, she was surrounded by various negative emotions, her divine sense feeling as though it was pierced by needles.
If it had been someone else, they would've fainted already.
But Feng Xi was Niohuru Xi, forged by the beatings of jade slips, this level of pain was nothing at all.
She treated these negative emotions as… acupuncture.
Painful yet pleasurable.
She even had the time to give the wooden sword a lecture.
"When I signed a contract with you, I resolved to protect you for life!
As long as you are well, let alone divine sense attacks, even if I was pierced by ten thousand arrows, I would accept it willingly!
I ask for nothing except that you break out of your cocoon and reclaim your glory!
We will experience the warmth and cold of the world together! Witness all its splendor!
We will traverse mountains and seas, ascend to the heavens and dive into the ocean, so that your life as a sword will not be in vain!"
Hidden within the "ice mountain", the wooden sword wept black tears of emotion!
Unfortunately, due to limited cultivation, it couldn't communicate with Feng Xi yet.
Even so, Feng Xi vaguely sensed that the wooden sword was very moved and also... very afraid to move.
She had no idea what wicked deed this thing had committed to be so guilty.
At that moment, Feng Xi heard Lu Zhenkuan say, "Look!
The broken swords in the sword tomb have begun trembling again! And the amplitude today is greater than before!"
Feng Xi focused and looked toward the sword tomb.
Actually, what Lu Zhenkuan called a greater amplitude was only relative. Without careful observation, one wouldn't even notice the trembling.
But they were indeed trembling.
Even swords reduced to mere hilts swayed slightly.
If all the other swords were moving, how could they remain out of sync?!
Lu Zhenkuan said worriedly, "These broken swords still retain fragments of consciousness. If one day they go mad, the consequences would be unimaginable!
That is why I invited the three of you here to deliberate on what to do next."
Xiao Baidao frowned, "Your concern is not without reason. It is said that there are tens of thousands of broken swords in the tomb. If they go berserk, it will cause enormous casualties.
Moreover, it may trigger the sealed spirit swords of our four sects, resulting in immeasurable losses!
We should prepare in advance. For example, construct a defensive formation.
Even if it cannot fully block the broken swords' rampage, it can serve as an early warning and give us time to respond."
Baili Muchen, rarely opposing Xiao Baidao, agreed, "Sect Master Xiao is right. We should first construct a defensive formation to buy time if the swords go mad."
Hu Wankui also concurred.
If the anomaly lasted only a few days, it might be dismissed. But it had persisted for months, clearly very abnormal and not to be taken lightly.
Lu Zhenkuan smiled bitterly, "The truth is, I wanted to build a defensive formation. However, the residual consciousness in the sword tomb is too violent. Our formation masters cannot even place formation disks here.
Thus, I have an unworthy request. I hope the three of you will join me in suppressing the residual consciousness so that the formation masters can complete the defensive array.
What do you think?"
To be honest, Xiao Baidao and the others were unwilling.
Because doing this would greatly consume their divine sense, with the risk of damaging their sea of consciousness.
But considering the bigger picture, they could only agree.
So all three nodded.
It's still the same saying, no matter how much the Four Great Sects quarreled, at critical moments they would unite.
Otherwise, the demons wouldn't have been blocked at the far end of the Endless Sea all these years.
Feng Xi frowned slightly.
She couldn't let her master take such a risk.
But she couldn't tell the truth either.
The only solution was for her to digest all the residual consciousness of the broken swords herself. That way, when her master and the others formed the array, there would be no danger.
But how could she attract the residual consciousness of the broken swords?
Her gaze fell on the wooden sword.
The wooden sword inside the ice mountain: ...
Didn't you just say that you would protect me for life?
You've already changed your mind?
Isn't that a bit too fast?