Author: Chang Li

Going further, we reach the real hinterland of the Ancient Sword Sect, the Sword Forest.

Jian Lin is as its name suggests. In a field with a radius of several thousand meters, countless densely packed swords are stuck on the ground. It is somewhat similar to the sword pool that Feng Qingyu saw in the Lower Realm Swordsman Sect, but the scale is hundreds of times larger.

Feng Qingyu discovered that the swords that were densely inserted into the ground became more and more dated as they went deeper, but the sword intent contained in them became more powerful.

Several people were walking through a path in the sword forest. When they came to the end, there were mostly broken swords, broken swords, and even bare hilts left on both sides.

The sword was stained with rust, and the blade had been cracked. The blood stains on it were not yet gone. The dark red and dried blood hung on the torn blade, showing a murderous look.

It seems that every sect that focuses on swords has such a place. This is the case with the Lower Realm Swordsman Sect, and the same is true with the Taikoo Immortal Sect, the number one sword sect in the immortal world.

"That's the sword the Sword Master once used!"

Gu Changbai suddenly spoke, and Feng Qingyu responded. At almost the end of the sword forest, a sword that looked ordinary but had inexplicable vicissitudes stood there.

The sword body is not broken, forming a contrast with the broken swords around it. The sword body is tall and straight, unyielding, just like the ancient sword sect today, standing tall among all races in the immortal world.

"It is said that this sword has been with the Sword Master for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the Sword Master went into seclusion later, and no one in the Ancient Immortal Sect can pull out this sword."

Feng Qingyu's heart shivered, and she felt even more in awe of the sword master who had been practicing since ancient times.

At this moment, Feng Qingyu suddenly felt a surge of heart in her body. Feng Qingyu's face changed, and a force seemed to burst out of her body.

In an instant, Feng Qingyu mobilized all her strength to suppress the impulse. Gu Changbai felt Feng Qingyu's abnormality. He was a little surprised at first, and then froze.

"Buzz buzz..."

"Crash..."

A sword sound came from the surroundings, and Gu Changbai and Gu Chengjian looked at the place where the change occurred.

An ancient sword lay quietly there, with only half of its blade left broken.

However, this sword that had been sealed here for endless years began to vibrate at this moment. A dull white light emitted from the sword, and the blade swayed, emitting the hum that the two of them heard.

Feng Qingyu finally suppressed the power in her body, and heard the buzzing sound of swords, and was slightly stunned.

"How is this going?"

Several people were shocked by this sudden change. Fortunately, just when they didn't know what happened, the broken sword stopped and the white light around it dispersed.

The broken sword that was originally standing fell down and lay quietly among countless broken swords without any movement.

Gu Changbai stared at Feng Qingyu with sharp eyes. Just when he was about to step forward to retreat, a bell rang.

"Senior Sword Master is out of seclusion... Cheng Jian, you take Miss Feng around the sect, and I will greet the Sword Master."

"Understood, uncle, go ahead!"

Gu Changbai glanced at Feng Qingyu and flew away with his sword in the air, leaving only an afterimage that shattered.

"Miss Feng, let me take you to the place where I usually practice my sword."

Feng Qingyu had nothing to do, so she agreed. As for the Sword Master, since he was looking for her, she would see him sooner or later.

The two of them traveled through the air and stopped at the top of a very steep cliff.

This mountain peak seems to be cut off halfway up the mountainside, but it is at the top of the mountain, protruding a thousand meters forward, and the place Gu Chengjian mentioned is on this protruding platform.
Chapter completed!