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The next morning, as the sun rose in the east, rays of light illuminated everything. Spirit Sword Mountain stood majestically, shrouded in a faint golden mist, resembling a fairyland.
At the foot of the mountain, the students of the Imperial Academy's Ninth Level had just finished their morning exercises, each brimming with energy and eager to try their skills. Dressed in uniform academy attire, their Vital Energy surged, radiating youthful vigor and sharp gazes.
Among the crowd, Chen Li and Shen Qingyue stood out distinctly. The two siblings were still quite young, barely reaching the waist of other students, resembling two little rabbits that had wandered into a wolf pack, feeling somewhat out of place.
"Hey, look! Those two little ones are here too!"
"Yeah, what are they doing here? The sword energy inside Spirit Sword Mountain is no joke; if they get hurt, they won't even have a place to cry!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down; don't let them hear you. I heard these two are alchemy prodigies who contributed five hundred Nourishing Spirit Pills to earn this opportunity!"
"Five hundred? My goodness! That's worth a fortune! But are these siblings out of their minds? They want to experience sword energy at such a young age; isn't that reckless?"
The murmurs around them rose and fell, but Chen Li and Shen Qingyue remained oblivious. Their eyes were fixed firmly on Spirit Sword Mountain, sparkling with indescribable excitement. Soon, they would find out where their mother had been taken.
In the distance, Lin Xuan, a mentor from the Imperial Academy, frowned deeply and looked gravely at the academy's principal, Xiao Qingshan. "Principal, how could you agree to let these two little ones enter Spirit Sword Mountain? The sword energy there is perilous; if anything happens to them, it would be a loss for our Imperial Academy!"
Xiao Qingshan helplessly glanced at Elder Li and Kong Yuanhua standing nearby and shrugged. "You should ask him."
Kong Yuanhua smiled awkwardly, stroking his graying beard as he spoke softly. "I can't do anything about it either. Chen Li is quite determined; he produced five hundred Nourishing Spirit Pills! After giving two hundred to two hundred students, the remaining three hundred could fetch a hefty sum—enough to cover many of the academy's expenses. If I refuse his request, he might just destroy those precious pills."
Lin Xuan was left speechless upon hearing this.
The Three Major Sects relied on the Spiritual Vein and had even gained power surpassing that of the imperial family. The resources for the Imperial Academy had been continuously compressed over time, leading to a decline in available resources. If they could secure such a large sum of money, it would indeed alleviate many pressing issues.
Sighing quietly, Lin Xuan silently prayed for the safety of the two little ones.
At that moment, Xiao Qingshan stepped forward before all the students and announced loudly: "Everyone, Spirit Sword Mountain is a sacred place for our Imperial Academy. It holds countless insights from our predecessors on swordsmanship and precious artifacts. Today, you will have the opportunity to enter it, comprehend swordsmanship, and seek your own fortunes. Remember to act within your limits; do not be greedy or overreach!"
"Yes!" The students responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and exuding an overwhelming momentum.
"Now, we open the Spirit Sword Mountain!" With a commanding shout from Xiao Qingshan, he formed a seal with his hands, and a beam of golden light shot forth, striking the mountain gate of Spirit Sword Mountain.
Boom!
After a tremendous roar, the tightly shut mountain gate slowly opened, and a powerful sword aura surged forth from within, like a roaring dragon sweeping across the land.
"Enter!"
With a wave of his hand, Xiao Qingshan urged the students to channel their Vital Energy into streams of Liuguang, rushing into Spirit Sword Mountain.
Chen Li and Shen Qingyue were not to be outdone; they activated their Vital Energy to withstand the fierce sword aura and followed closely behind the other students into Spirit Sword Mountain.
As soon as they stepped through the mountain gate, Chen Li and Shen Qingyue felt a sharp sword aura hit them like countless blades slicing through their bodies.
Hiss! Chen Li inhaled sharply, feeling as if his skin was being pricked by needles, a dull pain radiating through him.
Shen Qingyue was no better off; her petite frame trembled slightly, her face paling.
This sword aura is intense! Shen Qingyue's small face tightened as her body quivered slightly.
No wonder Elder Ku and Lin Xuan wanted to dissuade them from entering.
"Mystic Shield Barrier!" Chen Li shouted softly, and a layer of faint golden light enveloped both him and Shen Qingyue in an instant.
This barrier acted like an impenetrable shield, blocking the fierce sword aura from outside.
Only then did Shen Qingyue feel some relief, her complexion regaining a hint of color.
Having grasped her brother's defensive technique long ago, she felt much more at ease now.
Chen Li channeled his Vital Energy while keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. "Xiao Yue, stay close to me."
Shen Qingyue nodded and followed closely behind him.
Inside Spirit Sword Mountain, the space was vast and filled with jagged rocks, permeated with thick sword aura.
The walls were adorned with various spirit swords that radiated dazzling light.
At this moment, numerous Ninth Level Students were excitedly running around, eagerly trying to capture the flying spirit swords.
Each of these spirit swords contained powerful sword intent; obtaining even one would greatly aid their cultivation in the sword path.
The atmosphere quickly became as lively as a bustling marketplace.
In the void, figures darted through the air. Chen Li and Shen Qingyue showed no interest in the flying spirit swords around them. Their sole purpose for this journey was to find Xuanjizi and inquire about their mother's whereabouts.
The two walked leisurely deeper into Spirit Sword Mountain, deliberately avoiding the swirling spirit swords. Whenever a spirit sword approached, Chen Li would channel his Spiritual Energy, giving it a gentle flick to send the sword away. Meanwhile, Chen Li's Divine Soul quietly extended like invisible tendrils, spreading out in all directions to search for any trace of Xuanjizi.
Strangely, the more Chen Li and Shen Qingyue rejected the spirit swords, the more swords seemed to swarm around them as if they had gained sentience, circling the two like spectators at a circus. However, Chen Li and Shen Qingyue were too focused on their mission to notice the unusual behavior surrounding them.
Deep within Spirit Sword Mountain, beneath a sword mound, lay a dark and damp area filled with a decaying odor. A figure sat cross-legged in the darkness, with disheveled long hair and tattered clothing, looking utterly disheveled. This person was none other than Xuanjizi, whom Chen Li sought.
At that moment, pain etched across Xuanjizi's face as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His body trembled slightly, seemingly enduring immense suffering. The Blood Sacrifice Spider on his chest began to stir. Once quiet and still, it now writhed restlessly. Its eight legs twitched uncontrollably, and its originally dark red body started to flicker with an eerie purple-black glow.
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