Chapter 910: Carrying a Small World with One's Body

: xshuquge

Lu Yang slowly woke up, finding himself lying on the ground, with Yun Mengmeng looking down at him anxiously.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Lu Yang's mind was somewhat muddled, only remembering that he had fought until utterly exhausted before losing consciousness.

"About ten breaths of time." Yun Mengmeng led a casual life and had never been very sensitive to time.

"Lu Yang, take this pill." The Sword Pavilion elder had also rushed over, quickly fishing out a top-grade medicinal pill for Lu Yang to recover.

The pill felt crisp and refreshing upon entering his mouth, and once swallowed into his stomach, his entire being felt as if immersed in water, cool and comfortable.

Lu Yang cleared his mind and, supported by Yun Mengmeng, sat cross-legged on the spot to circulate his cultivation method, adjusting his breathing frequency, and was soon able to move freely.

His spiritual strength was already comparable to the Body Integration Stage to begin with, so after being completely depleted, it could quickly recover to its normal state.

Ming Tai, as the sword spirit of an immortal sword, recovered very quickly as well.

"Senior Brother Lu Yang, you have my admiration." Ming Tai walked over and said; in the battle just now, he had used all his hidden cards but still lost to Lu Yang, losing thoroughly and convincingly.

This was also the character of all sword cultivators, straightforward and direct—a win was a win, a loss was a loss, with nothing to be embarrassed about admitting.

"Not at all, it was merely a stroke of luck." Lu Yang said modestly, the Myriad Swords Returning to the Ancestor he had executed at the end was but an attempt, with a fifty-fifty chance of success.

After watching that battle, many sword cultivators had gained insights to varying degrees and, not daring to delay, sat cross-legged right where they were.

An opportunity like this was hard to come by, so the trip to the Sword Treasury, which was originally scheduled to begin right after the sword-questioning segment ended, had to be postponed; the Sword Pavilion elders took action, setting up arrays to ensure the sword cultivators were free from outside disturbances, allowing them to gain as many insights as possible.

While the sword cultivators were all in secluded meditation on the spot, Lu Yang, conversely, became the idlest one.

"Come to think of it, Ming Tai's Light-Containing Sword can turn invisible, so does this Azure Peak Sword of mine not have any other function?"

Lu Yang carefully scrutinized the Azure Peak Sword; the Light-Containing Sword was merely an immortal treasure, whereas his Azure Peak Sword was a genuine immortal artifact, the personal sword of Wu Yao, so reasonably speaking, it shouldn't just be of high quality, it ought to have some special feature as well.

"It does, isn't it quite spacious inside this sword? Other swords don't get this kind of treatment." The sword spirit of the Azure Peak Sword said.

"What do you mean... wait, Fairy, are you saying there's an alternative space inside the Azure Peak Sword?" Lu Yang caught on.

The Immortal Fairy rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, where did you think this Immortal lived?"

Lu Yang thought to himself that since the Fairy possessed great magical powers, he had assumed she was simply attached to the Azure Peak Sword.

Turns out you actually moved inside.

"Hold on, this Immortal will pull you in."

The Immortal Fairy felt that Little Yangzi was rather foolish, not even knowing how to enter the door, so it was better if she just pulled him in directly.

Lu Yang vanished from the spot without a trace, and the Azure Peak Sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

"This is the internal space of the Azure Peak Sword?" Lu Yang spun around in surprise, surveying his surroundings.

"To be precise, this is called the Azure Peak Sword's self-contained minor world." The Immortal Fairy used more professional terminology.

Within the minor world of the Azure Peak Sword, spiritual energy was abundant, high mountains and flowing water graced the landscape, and the environment was beautiful and secluded, like a paradise cut off from the world.

Lu Yang was currently standing on a bamboo raft, drifting down the river while the mountain peaks receded like slides in a presentation.

The bamboo raft had been made by the Immortal Fairy when she was bored out of her mind during her time as the sword spirit, for which she had chopped down a massive area of trees.

"How is it?" The Immortal Fairy was bursting with pride, unclear whether she was showing off this minor world or the bamboo raft she made with her own hands.

"That brat named Wu Yao had some capability, making the inside of the Azure Peak Sword look quite decent."

"Has this small space always been here?" Lu Yang was astonished, not expecting that he had always underestimated the Azure Peak Sword.

"It indeed has always been here, but previously it was in a sealed phase and you couldn't enter; it was only after your cultivation level reached the appropriate tier that the seal opened for you to enter here."

Lu Yang felt a slight sense of comfort, knowing that the seal hadn't been undone rather than him failing to recognize its worth: "When was the seal undone?"

"When you were in the Nascent Soul Stage."

Lu Yang looked at the Immortal Fairy with a faint, brooding expression, the meaning in his eyes speaking volumes without words.

Being looked at like that by the State-Pillaring Minister, the Immortal Fairy felt embarrassed and laughed sheepishly: "Didn't this Immortal assume that you, Little Yangzi, knew the Azure Peak Sword had a space and were just too lazy to come in?"

"After all, besides the scenery being a bit pretty, there's nothing much fun to do in this place."

Lu Yang thought about it and realized she was right; he didn't really need any pocket minor world anyway.

If he had possessed a pocket minor world in his past life, where every flower and herb here was a spiritual medicine, taking just any single stalk out would represent world-shocking wealth.

Or else he could engage in farming inside the minor world; with such abundant spiritual energy here, any seeds brought in would definitely undergo mutations, which could then be taken to the outside world to stun everyone.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a minor world in his past life, and only obtained one after transmigrating to the cultivation world, which made it rather redundant.

Lu Yang took a turn around the Azure Peak Sword and then left it.

About half a day passed before the sword cultivators emerged from their secluded meditation one after another, exchanging thoughts and feeling that they had harvested greatly.

This Grand Ceremony of Questioning the Sword was well worth coming to; a single session of comprehension was worth several years of sword Dao insights, and the battle between Lu Yang and Ming Tai had shown them the future path of the sword Dao.

The sword cultivators sought out Lu Yang and Ming Tai one after another to express their gratitude, with Xue Shitou and Kun Qiu among them.

Once the last sword cultivator finished his meditation, Pavilion Master Guan finally announced the start of the third, and also the final, segment of the grand ceremony.

"You all should have heard rumors that our Sword Pavilion's Sword Treasury stores spiritual swords left behind by successive generations of sages; after you enter the Sword Treasury, if fate allows, a spiritual sword will naturally follow you out and acknowledge you as master, and our Sword Pavilion will absolutely not stop it."

"Once your destiny with it is exhausted, our Sword Pavilion will naturally reclaim the spiritual sword."

"If there is no fate, please do not force it either; I know some of you possess innate divine strength and can forcibly pull a spiritual sword out."

"If that provokes the collective wrath of the spiritual swords and causes some sort of accident, the Sword Pavilion will accept no responsibility."

The crowd of sword cultivators all praised the great righteousness of the Sword Pavilion; even if other sword Dao sects possessed spiritual swords, they would rather let the spirituality of the swords fade away entirely than ever cede them to outsiders for use.

"Since you all have no objections, then follow me."

Pavilion Master Guan walked at the very front, leading everyone into the space beneath the Sword Pavilion.

The sword cultivators were all very nervous; a spiritual sword acknowledging a master depended on fate, having nothing to do with realm or talent, and history was full of such examples: some completely unremarkable cultivator was acknowledged by a spiritual sword of immense origin, becoming a completely unremarkable sword cultivator of a generation from then on.

The Sword Treasury was a massive cavern, looking as though someone had carved out a space beneath the Sword Pavilion using a sword; it had no decorations whatsoever and was quite primitive, save for a supreme-grade night-luminescent pearl at the top that had shone for ten thousand years, providing a light source for the Sword Treasury.

Spiritual swords of all shapes and sizes were randomly inserted throughout the Sword Treasury, some on the ground, some on the walls; this wasn't because the Sword Pavilion didn't care about the spiritual swords, but because these spiritual swords liked to arrange themselves this way.

"I wonder how many spiritual swords will acknowledge masters this time." An elder said.

Pavilion Master Guan, standing nearby, said: "Perhaps not even a single one."

"Ah? Why?" The elder was puzzled.

Looking at Ming Tai who was walking into the Sword Treasury, Pavilion Master Guan said faintly: "Don't forget Ming Tai's identity—the Supreme personal sword, the big brother of all spiritual swords; to him, the Sword Treasury is no different from a harem."