Chapter 417
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Chapter 417: Little Guy!
Situ Liuyun appeared to be lost in thought for a moment before he spoke,
“And then there’s that young lad, Mu Yang. I wonder how he did in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.”
“Sect Leader, there’s no need for concern. Although Mu Yang is young, I believe that among the younger generation of Divine Sword School, only Yun Lingfeng, Liu Yunchuan, and a select few others would be a match for him. It’s rare for anyone else to pose a threat to him.”
Right Dharma Protector spoke, his face betraying a hint of astonishment.
He was well aware that, aside from the exceptional geniuses like Yun Lingfeng, Liu Yunchuan, and Gong Qi, the Divine Sword School also had a young disciple who was just as terrifying, although far too young. Very few people in the entire sect were aware of his existence.
“Haha, the Grand Swordsmanship Competition is just an early step for him to refine his skills,” Situ Liuyun chuckled slightly.
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The dense forests and towering peaks stretched endlessly in all directions.
The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords spanned an immense area, with nearly twenty thousand outer disciples who had entered. However, it was expected that only a small handful had reached the cultivation levels of the Yuan Xuan Realm or the Eighth or Ninth Grade of the Yuan Soul Realm, which was considered impressive.
Thus, this group of outer disciples was unable to fly and had to traverse the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords on foot.
In reality, not even the inner disciples could fly until they transformed their vitality into the essence of spirit, requiring cultivation at the Yuan Spirit Realm level.
Among the outer disciples, it was unlikely that anyone had reached Yuan Spirit Realm cultivation.
Moreover, a disciple at the Yuan Spirit Realm would be unable to sustain the immense energy expenditure required to traverse the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, especially with the added difficulty of transforming original energy into physical form.
To complicate matters, scattered Sword-patterned Stones within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords required one to search for them individually.
This led to the necessity for all disciples to navigate the Battlefield step by step, enduring numerous trials along the way.
The connected mountain ranges formed a sprawling landscape, and at that moment, about six to seven hundred outer disciples had gathered.
Now, facing this large crowd of outer disciples, nearly thirty young men, distinguishable by their attire, were clearly inner disciples of the Divine Sword School.
These inner disciples, upon seeing the large group of outer disciples, were left stunned and confused.
It took them a while to recover from their shock and exchange bewildered glances with one another.
“Senior Brother Jian Yue, what should we do now?”
One of the inner disciples asked in a hushed tone, his confusion evident. The appearance of so many outer disciples had caught them completely off guard, deviating from their original plan.
According to their strategy, regardless of whether they entered the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords through the fifth or fourth level via the Heavenly Stairs teleportation portal, all outer disciples would eventually pass through this area.
They had meticulously planned the timing and location, hoping to wait here and recruit a few fortunate outer disciples to follow them.
Within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, they needed to be cautious of direct disciples who would enter later, as well as the threats posed by demons and beasts that might appear at any moment.
If they could recruit a few followers, it would strengthen their own ranks and help in their search for Sword-patterned Stones.
In case of danger, having some additional followers would be advantageous.
From what they knew, many inner disciples had already set up strongholds in the area, anticipating the arrival of lucky outer disciples.
As a result, they had hurried ahead in an effort to arrive first and seize the opportunity.
This route was frequently traveled by many, ensuring they wouldn’t miss any fortunate outer disciples.
However, these inner disciples hadn’t anticipated the sheer number of outer disciples that would appear this time.
Rumor had it that during the previous Heavenly Stairs event, only a handful of outer disciples had the chance to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Even with over a hundred, it was considered a large number.
But now, they saw at least six or seven hundred before them.
And this was just one route. While outer disciples entering through the two spatial teleportation gates would likely come this way, the interlocking mountains had many paths, including one with six or seven hundred outer disciples. Other routes must surely exist as well.
This realization left these inner disciples stunned. Could it be that this generation of outer disciples was so powerful, with so many of them entering the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords?
The inner disciple, Jian Yue, around twenty years of age and possessing a strong aura, observed the situation. He calmed himself and then whispered to his companions,
“Don’t panic. Stick to the original plan. There are more of them, but they’re still just outer disciples. There’s nothing to fear. In fact, this could work to our advantage.”
Upon hearing Jian Yue’s words, the surrounding inner disciples stood straighter, their confidence restored.
Indeed, regardless of the number of outer disciples, they were still just outer disciples. As inner disciples, there was no need to be concerned.
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Su Yi, Xu Jiahui, and Zhang Qing continued along the mountain path, observing the distinct signs of many footprints along the way, indicating that a large group of outer disciples had passed through recently.
“Heading in this direction should be fine. We’ve only just started, and the danger should be minimal. They say the closer we get to the exit, the more perilous it becomes,” said Zhang Qing.
“Stay safe and be careful.”
Xu Jiahui cautioned, emphasizing that in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, one could never afford to let their guard down.
Su Yi, however, appeared rather relaxed, his eyes scanning the surroundings, eager to encounter some demon beasts.
“Oh, it looks like there are quite a few people up ahead.”
Suddenly, Su Yi noticed something – in the wide junction between the hills, a large group of figures were gathered densely.
From a distance, it looked like there were no fewer than six or seven hundred people, all dressed as outer disciples, and there was a great deal of noise emanating from them.
“Something must be going on.”
Zhang Qing whispered, following Su Yi’s gaze to the front.
“Let’s go check it out.”
After a moment of consideration, Su Yi decided it was worth investigating. After all, within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, there was little that could threaten him.
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“Don’t go too far. We’re not easy to push around!”
“This is too much. They’re clearly trying to humiliate us!”
The voices of outer disciples rang out, full of frustration.
Jian Yue calmly regarded the outer disciples before him. His expression remained serene, and his voice was soft as he addressed them,
“Why all the noise? Haven’t I made myself clear enough? Follow us into the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, and we will ensure your safety. We will be a team, after all. In good faith, please hand over any pills you have on you for safekeeping.”
“On what grounds? This is absurd!”
“The inner disciples are so overbearing!”
These outer disciples were angry. While their cultivation was weaker and their talents were not as remarkable as those of the inner disciples, that didn’t mean they were fools.
