Chapter 911: Please Give Me Some Guidance, Junior Brother Mingtai

What identity did Mingtai hold? He was the personal blade of the Sovereign of the Sword Tower; every spirit sword in the treasury was his junior.

Yet among swords, there existed no true separation of seniors and juniors; such relationships were merely human constructs. Between spirit swords, there was only strength and weakness, where the weak submitted to the strong.

From this perspective, Mingtai could be considered the eldest brother of all the swords in the treasury. If he so wished, every single blade would bow to him and follow him out of the vault.

Mingtai was well aware of his status within the treasury; it was an existence akin to an emperor. If he were to step inside, there would be nothing left for anyone else.

Thus, he tactfully walked to the very back of the line, intending to enter last so as to grant the others a fair chance.

At the same time, he called out to Lu Yang, "Senior Brother Lu Yang, would you care to enter last alongside me? There are certain matters I cannot disclose, but I can assure you that if you catch sight of any sword you like, I have a way to make it follow you."

Lu Yang could roughly guess where Mingtai’s confidence stemmed from. Since Mingtai was willing to offer his aid, refusing it would instead seem overly distant.

"Very well, then I shall express my thanks to you first, Junior Brother Mingtai."

Mingtai smiled, wishing to display a touch of his skill before Lu Yang.

For the sake of Lu Yang’s reputation, Yun Mengmeng had also been allowed to wander through the sword treasury, and the Sword Tower had even agreed that if she possessed a fated affinity with a spirit sword, she could take one with her.

"This sword looks rather pretty." In a corner of the treasury, Yun Mengmeng squatted down, looking with great interest at a finely crafted rapier adorned with numerous patterns and gemstones upon its hilt.

Only the hilt of the rapier remained exposed, while its blade was buried deep within the earth.

She poked the sword, but it gave no reaction, which signified that she possessed no fated affinity with it.

"Reveal yourself and let me see what your blade looks like," Yun Mengmeng said, poking the rapier once more.

The rapier radiated a sliver of intent, exceptionally rude, telling this little slip of a girl to scram far away, warning that any further pestering would earn her a harsh lesson.

Yun Mengmeng had rarely been reviled in such a manner. Feeling somewhat displeased, she reached out and pulled the rapier straight from the earth without the slightest effort.

The rapier fell into a furious rage, vibrating incessantly in an attempt to break free from her grasp and teach the young girl a lesson!

"Stop shaking." Yun Mengmeng tapped the flat of the blade, causing it to hum and ring loudly.

Seeing Yun Mengmeng bullying the rapier, the surrounding spirit swords showed great intent of bursting forth from the ground.

Sensing the abnormal movement, Yun Mengmeng glared at them, scaring the surrounding blades so thoroughly that none dared to be the first to stand out.

The rapier also realized that Yun Mengmeng’s ability to pull it out was not due to some innate divine strength, but was a pure crushing weight of cultivation. Its anger vanished instantly, leaving it frozen in terror.

Seeing that the surface of the blade was bare and not particularly beautiful, Yun Mengmeng lost interest and casually thrust the rapier back into the ground.

"I had thought to give you to Xiao Zhi as a gift, but you are not pleasing to the eye. Forget it."

Yun Mengmeng did not judge swords based on quality; aesthetic appeal alone sufficed.

"Brother Sword, run with me from now on! If we strive together, we shall surely ascend to the peak of the Dao of the Sword!" Someone was painting grand illusions for a spirit sword, attempting to coax it out.

"If you follow me, I guarantee I can help you evolve into a sword spirit."

"Look at how well our colors match; we are truly a match made in heaven. Come out."

There were also taciturn sword cultivators who sat silently upon the ground, communing with the spirit swords, attempting to move them with sincere devotion.

However, whether they painted grand illusions or sought to move them with sincerity, all the spirit swords remained absolutely motionless, completely ignoring the intentions of these cultivators.

"Why aren't you communing with a sword?" Kun Qiu observed the large black dog crouching at the entrance like a watchdog.

Before the large black dog could reply, Kun Qiu saw that it was already clamping a sword drenched in drool within its jaws.

"Very well, no need to explain. I understand."

Kun Qiu looked upon the large black dog with a gaze of pity. With such usage, no spirit sword would ever choose it.

Kun Qiu entered the sword treasury, constantly communicating with the spirit swords through her divine sense, hoping that a blade would accompany her.

Regrettably, the spirit swords were completely set on following Brother Mingtai, paying no heed to Kun Qiu whatsoever.

She walked a great circle around the treasury until finally, a single sword was moved by her sincerity. It trembled incessantly before bursting forth from the earth.

Grasping the sword, Kun Qiu was filled with immense joy. The blade was divided into black and white right down the center, containing the chaotic Dao of Yin and Yang, which suited her perfectly.

Mingtai and Lu Yang stepped into the sword treasury together.

During the ten thousand years since the fall of the Sovereign of the Sword Tower, Mingtai had remained within this treasury. He was more than familiar with this place; he knew every spirit sword resting here intimately.

Merely by standing there, numerous spirit swords began to stir restlessly, eager to rush into his embrace and call him "brother."

The other sword cultivators all noticed the movement of the blades, looking toward the entrance of the treasury in astonishment following the direction of the swords.

"Has Mingtai achieved resonance with all of these swords?!"

Everyone was greatly shocked; this was simply too absurd. No such occurrence had ever been heard of in the past grand ceremonies of questioning the sword.

"Senior Brother Lu Yang, do you know how to select a sword that pleases your heart?" Mingtai inquired.

"I would be glad to hear the details."

In this regard, Mingtai was an expert. "A sword that pleases the heart is one that resonates with you."

"From what I see, Senior Brother, you likely intend to hold another sword while maintaining your current weapon?"

Lu Yang nodded.

"If that is the case, the sword you select must not only resonate with you, but must also resonate with your current blade. Otherwise, a conflict is highly likely to arise between your two swords."

"Senior Brother Lu Yang may attempt to raise your current weapon, releasing your own aura along with its aura. If there is a sword that matches you, it will stir abnormally, and the one with the greatest reaction will be the sword that resonates with you most profoundly."

Lu Yang understood absolutely nothing of this matter and could only follow the instructions.

Standing at the entrance of the treasury, he raised the Qingfeng Sword. His Soul Transformation stage aura surged as the Qingfeng Sword trembled slightly, diffusing sword qi like rippling water.

"It must resonate with the Qingfeng Sword as well?" The Immortal Fairy was also listening intently to Mingtai’s theory.

"Since this Immortal is currently a sword spirit, does that not mean the sword Little Yangzi selects must also resonate with this Immortal?"

At this thought, the Immortal Fairy secretly released a wisp of immortal rhyme.

This was an immortal rhyme that only spirit swords could perceive; ordinary cultivators remained entirely oblivious to it.

The spirit swords sensed Lu Yang’s Sword Spirit Root; they sensed the presence of an immortal sword, and they sensed that the sword spirit within that immortal sword contained an eternal power. These were the supreme existences they pursued above all else!

One by one, the spirit swords shook violently, exceptionally ecstatic. The entire treasury trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

Mingtai was greatly startled, assuming some accident had occurred to cause a riot in the treasury. He desperately issued commands to pacify the spirit swords, but at this moment, the blades completely disregarded his orders!

Witnessing this scene, the high-level elders of the Sword Tower were even more at a loss, entirely unaware of what had happened. Even if the Sovereign of the Sword Tower were to appear in person, such a phenomenon should not have occurred!

Countless spirit swords burst from the earth, or flew from the walls, leaving their original positions to stand in orderly ranks. Their formation was perfectly aligned; even the Chaos Yin-Yang Sword that Kun Qiu had obtained with great difficulty flew from her hands to join the ranks of swords in midair.

The spirit swords were perfectly unified, like an army awaiting inspection by a general. Wherever Lu Yang’s gaze fell, the spirit swords in that area would stir restlessly, believing themselves to have been chosen.

Lu Yang turned his head to look at Mingtai, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "It is my first time doing this, and I lack experience. I am uncertain which sword resonates with me the most. I must ask Junior Brother Mingtai to guide me a little."