Chapter 392
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Chapter 392: Sky Sword Peak!
Thick, mottled bluestones paved the square, and a giant tortoise—towering as high as two people—stood majestically. It held a massive stone sword carved from a boulder, its tip piercing through the sea of clouds.
Around the square, several stone pillars adorned with intricate carvings of ancient animal patterns stood tall, exuding an air of antiquity.
Ahead loomed a grand palace, its gate bearing the ancient characters “Divine Sword School.” These characters shone brilliantly, resembling the strokes of dragons and phoenixes in their elegance and power. They radiated an oppressive aura that made onlookers pause and tremble involuntarily.
Flanking the gate were two fearsome stone beasts, their bared fangs and glaring eyes imposing. Towering several meters high, they inspired awe in the hearts of all who approached.
Su Yi surveyed his surroundings with curiosity. This place was far from ordinary. Though there was no discernible fluctuation of aura, an inexplicable tremor ran through him, affecting even his soul.
“This place is not simple. There must be some terrifying mechanism or formation here,” Su Yi murmured to himself. His instincts as a Soul Tamer told him that this mountain was extraordinary. It gave him the unsettling impression of being capable of suppressing the world itself.
The concentration of heaven and earth energy around this peak was unmatched. Spiritual herbs of astonishing quality grew abundantly on the mountain, marking it as a land of treasures.
“Greetings to all the elders.”
Before the palace gates, several armored figures stood guard. Upon spotting Yu Changqing, Elder Shangguan Hu, and their entourage, one of the figures stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
Su Yi’s gaze shifted to the armored figures. Though they appeared to be in their thirties, their auras were immensely powerful. Anywhere else, any one of them would undoubtedly be a formidable presence.
“This must be the main peak of the Seventy-Two Sword Peaks,” Su Yi speculated as he studied the mountain. The Divine Sword School’s Seventy-Two Peaks were renowned, but only qualified disciples and elders were permitted to ascend the main peak—Sky Sword Peak—for significant gatherings or at the sect leader’s summons.
“Is the sect leader available?” Elder Yu Changqing inquired, his sleeve flicking with a casual elegance.
“The Sect Leader and the Right Dharma Protector are both waiting,” the armored disciple replied, nodding. His gaze lingered on Su Yi, curiosity evident. It was rare for outer disciples to set foot on Sky Sword Peak, let alone accompany several elders.
“Boy, go see the Sect Leader,” Elder Shangguan Hu commanded, his obsidian-like eyes glinting with subtle intent as they locked onto Su Yi. His tone carried a faint undertone of warning.
Elder Shangguan Hu was feeling particularly satisfied. Su Yi’s shocked expression, as though he was overwhelmed by the grandeur of Sky Sword Peak, was exactly what the elder had expected.
Internally, Shangguan Hu chuckled. Did Yu Changqing, Mei Huaye, and Duan Yuerong truly believe that merely meeting the Sect Leader was enough? With the promise of a future position as an Elder in the Court of Justice, how could this young man resist such a tempting offer?
If Su Yi could be drawn to his side, Shangguan Hu would not only gain a valuable asset but also elevate his reputation in the upcoming Grand Swordsmanship Competition.
“Let the leader decide everything!”
“Yes, let the leader decide!”
“The leader will make the final decision on this matter!”
Elder Yu Changqing, Elder Mei Huaye, and Elder Lv Baimai echoed each other, their voices firm. Yet their gazes, when directed at Su Yi, were laden with subtle and meaningful intent.
Each elder harbored their own agenda, and they silently weighed the potential benefits Su Yi could bring to their factions.
Su Yi, still seemingly overwhelmed by his surroundings, didn’t speak. His apparent state of shock pleased the elders.
They were confident that their offers were irresistible. Surely, no one could remain indifferent in the face of such promises.
If such a talented individual were taken under their wing, not only would it ensure their prominence in the Grand Swordsmanship Competition, but it would also solidify their status within the various sword peaks of the Divine Sword School.
Many of the elders had only heard rumors of this outer disciple’s strength. However, today, they were astounded by what they witnessed firsthand—especially after seeing Jian Shiyi’s defeat.
With their shrewdness and experience, how could these elders fail to notice that the outer disciple had deliberately held back during the match?
If this young man were to give his all in the Grand Swordsmanship Competition, he might even break into the top ten. The mere thought of such potential stirred the hearts of several elders, each eager to take him on as their disciple.
At their age and status, it was only natural for them to desire exceptional disciples with limitless potential to carry forward their legacies.
In response to the subtle signals from the elders, Su Yi could only manage a bitter smile.
To be honest, the promises made by the elders were incredibly enticing, and the temptation was almost impossible to ignore.
The Mysterious True Pill and the Dao-level weapon… either one was a priceless treasure. The effects of the Mysterious True Pill were self-evident, and as for the Dao-level weapon, its value was immeasurable—beyond words.
Su Yi understood that any young disciple of the Divine Sword School would find such offers irresistible.
However, despite the allure, Su Yi quickly calmed himself.
He knew very well that these things were not what he truly sought. Even if he accepted everything the elders offered, it would still be incredibly difficult to set foot on Sacred Mountain.
The Divine Sword School was undoubtedly a first-class force, a colossal power among sects. But Sacred Mountain was on an entirely different level. It was one of the most formidable forces across the six lands, three continents, and one ocean.
Accepting these offers would likely mean forfeiting any chance of ever stepping onto Sacred Mountain.
Taking a deep breath, Su Yi allowed a faint smile to surface on his lips. He had only remained at the Divine Sword School to personally express his gratitude to Elder Su.
With these thoughts running through his mind, Su Yi followed the elders into the grand palace ahead.
The hall was vast, capable of accommodating thousands of people. Carved reliefs of rare and exotic birds, beasts, and intricate sword patterns adorned the Golden Silk Tree pillars. The craftsmanship of the carvings was exquisite, making them appear lifelike.
Enormous Bright Moon Pearls hung from the palace ceiling, their soft light shimmering as though fragments of the moon had descended. The floor, made of green jade, bore beautiful, mottled patterns that added to its elegance.
Inside the grand hall, the carved beams and painted pillars emanated a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
On either side of the hall, rows of high-backed chairs were neatly arranged, further heightening the sense of formality.
At the head of the hall stood a wide, ancient green stone chair—nearly five feet across. Suspended above it were two massive crossed swords. Their tassels swayed slightly in the air, exuding an aura of sharpness and authority.
Suddenly, Su Yi felt a tremor course through his body. It was as if two powerful sword auras had pierced the air, causing his soul to quake. For a moment, his energy faltered, making it impossible for him to circulate his internal power.
Following the source of this oppressive aura, Su Yi raised his gaze.
Sitting on the stone chair was a lone figure—a middle-aged man with a tall, commanding presence. His black robe, embroidered with gold patterns, draped elegantly over his strong frame. His resolute face radiated an intense and penetrating gaze.
Those eyes, as sharp and vibrant as twin sword auras, left no doubt that this man was the origin of the overwhelming presence that dominated the hall.
