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Even Xuanjizi couldn't help but facepalm, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Was this kid really scared silly? Acting like this, how could he possibly think about going to the Blood Fiend Sect to rescue someone?
Chen Li, however, seemed oblivious to the strange looks from everyone. He held a cloth, carefully wiping the dust off himself while mumbling to himself, "Little swords, be good now, don’t make a fuss. Come home with your brother, okay? I’ll buy you candy."
The crowd thought: This kid must really be a fool, right?
"Junior Chen Li, that's not how you choose a spirit sword!" a tall and sturdy Ninth Grade male student couldn't help but speak up. "At this rate, all the spirit swords will be taken before you even get a chance!"
"Exactly! Spirit swords have their own consciousness and admire strength. You need to show enough power to attract them," another kind female student quickly added, her tone laced with concern.
After all, Chen Li had given them Nourishing Spirit Pills, and they didn’t want him to leave empty-handed.
The surrounding Ninth Grade Students began to chime in with advice, their words filled with care for Chen Li.
"Yeah, you need to release your aura! The stronger you are, the better!"
"Focus on the spirit sword you want and use your techniques to capture it!"
"You must learn to tame them!"
Despite everyone’s earnest suggestions, Chen Li remained unfazed. He just smiled at them and said, "Seniors, let’s give it another try! Who knows? A miracle might happen!"
The crowd was speechless. Was this kid genuinely foolish or just pretending? Even Xuanjizi shook his head in disbelief, secretly lamenting: It seems Old Madam really misjudged; following this kid to the Blood Fiend Sect would leave him with nothing but bones!
On the side, Shen Qingyue kept her big eyes fixed on Chen Li. Although she was puzzled, she watched him curiously and thought: Could it be that my brother has some special method for capturing spirit swords?
Time ticked by second by second, and before long, everyone had run out of patience.
This kid was definitely just playing around; we should hurry up and refine our own spirit swords instead.
One leading Ninth Grade Student, losing his patience, tightly hugged a gleaming spirit sword he had already acquired and turned away. After watching for so long, the flying spirit swords were still as they were; there was no sign of any coming near Chen Li.
"Let's not waste any more time!" another student echoed, turning to follow.
Many of the remaining students subconsciously tightened their grips on their spirit swords, silently thinking to themselves: Thank goodness we didn't throw away our spirit swords just now; otherwise, we would have lost what we had.
They had initially hoped that if Chen Li could summon many spirit swords, they could seize the opportunity to exchange for a better one.
With this thought in mind, several people began to leave, and soon the area was nearly empty.
Shen Qingyue, who had been staring wide-eyed, felt her eyes growing sore and quietly withdrew her gaze, secretly pleased: It seems that this time I finally outperformed my dear brother!
Chen Li remained unfazed, gazing into the void while muttering, "Little swords, be good. Whoever follows brother will get elixirs."
As everyone dispersed, no one noticed that among the countless flying spirit swords, a few were noticeably slowing down.
If one got closer, they could see that the blades of those few swords had bent slightly, as if they were peering curiously at something.
Chen Li's eyes sparkled as he instantly caught sight of the changes in those spirit swords, unable to suppress the smile creeping onto his lips.
"Hedgehog, it seems you weren't lying to me. Not bad! If I find the Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword, I'll remember to give you a big reward!"
Shen Qingyue followed Xuanjizi as they slowly retreated to a place beyond the reach of the sword aura, waiting quietly without noticing Chen Li's murmurs.
In the vast Spirit Sword Mountain, soon only the two of them remained waiting for Chen Li.
Just when they were losing hope for Chen Li to find a suitable spirit sword, a sudden violent tremor erupted from deep within the tranquil sword tomb.
Immediately after, a dazzling beam of light shot up from the depths of the sword tomb.
Shen Qingyue and Xuanjizi felt their eyes stinging from the brightness and couldn't see what was happening in the void.
Only Chen Li's eyes shone with excitement; he could see a rusty iron sword soaring into the void.
However, there were two holes in the sword that resembled shapes of a sun and moon.
At that moment, the spirit swords that had been flying in the void bent down towards the rusty iron sword as if in worship.
The Rusty Sword trembled gently, emitting a low humming sound as if a slumbering king was awakening.
An invisible pressure radiated from the Rusty Sword, solidifying the air around it.
Even Chen Li felt his breath catch in his throat, marveling: This sword is extraordinary!
If judged solely by its appearance, this iron sword would hardly attract anyone's attention.
But Chen Li knew that perhaps this sword was exactly what he had been searching for—the Sacred Artifact!
At that moment, the crowd that had already left the vicinity of Spirit Sword Mountain turned back, their faces filled with confusion as they gazed at the sky above Spirit Sword Mountain.
What was happening? The light there was so intense; what on earth could it be? Could it be the emergence of the Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword?
Doubts sprouted in their minds like wild grass, and curiosity clawed at them like a cat's paw, making them restless. Just moments ago, the students had been eager to avoid the place, but now they rushed back, fearing they might miss something earth-shattering.
Hurry up! Don’t dawdle! If the Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword has truly appeared, our Imperial Academy will be buzzing with excitement!
One student urged his companions as he ran, nearly spitting with excitement.
You don’t know anything! The Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword isn’t something that can be easily obtained! Even if it has emerged, it wouldn’t be for small fries like us!
Another student questioned, yet his feet didn’t slow down at all.
By the time they breathlessly returned to Spirit Sword Mountain, the blinding light had completely vanished without a trace. There stood Chen Li all alone, holding a rusted Broken Sword in his hand.
The crowd exchanged glances, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, instantly extinguishing the flames of hope that had burned brightly in their hearts.
The Broken Sword was covered in rust, its blade full of nicks and so dull that it probably couldn’t even cut through a block of tofu. It looked nothing like the legendary Holy Emperor's Spirit Sword that could slice through iron like mud and commanded respect from all.
Is this it? One student couldn’t help but voice his disbelief, his tone laced with disappointment.
This thing probably couldn’t even handle killing a chicken! Another student shook his head and sighed.
Looks like it was another wild goose chase.
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