Chapter 39: Immense Wealth

Sun Dazhu nodded with satisfaction and said, "You can keep this Token. You can freely enter and exit the herb garden, but remember, without my permission, you cannot touch any herbs in my courtyard, understand!"

Wang Lin nodded. He knew Sun Dazhu didn't like him, and now that he had reached the third layer of Qi Condensation, Sun Dazhu was more or less acknowledging him as a Disciple, so he respectfully took his leave.

Not long after, he arrived at the Sword Spirit Pavilion in the Main Courtyard. He had been here once a long time ago, and now, returning to the old place, the scenes of the past resurfaced in his mind.

Outside the Sword Spirit Pavilion, a white-robed Disciple sat cross-legged. He was around thirty years old, plump, and looked unfamiliar, clearly not someone who had participated in the training camp.

He glanced at Wang Lin and said in surprise, "Junior Brother, you're only at the third layer of Qi Condensation. What are you doing here? This is a place only accessible after reaching the fourth layer of Qi Condensation."

Wang Lin didn't speak, he took out the Token Sun Dazhu had given him and threw it over.

The fatty took it and looked, his expression immediately became strange, as if he was trying hard to suppress his laughter. He held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying, "So it's a tradition of Senior Martial Uncle Sun's lineage. I had forgotten about this. Senior Martial Uncle Sun's lineage has a habit of using Flying Swords to 'save face' whenever they interact with other Schools."

Wang Lin felt extremely awkward, especially when he thought of Sun Dazhu's serious expression just now, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The fatty laughed for a long time, then waved his hand, forcefully suppressing his laughter, and said, "Junior Brother, go in. I suggest you choose the third one from the right. That Flying Sword is truly extraordinary. The first time I came here, I thought I had encountered the most impressive Flying Sword in the Cultivation World of the State of Zhao."

Wang Lin quickly thanked him and walked forward. About five hundred zhang away, he suddenly raised an eyebrow, sensing a turbulent wave spreading from inside the room in his Divine Sense, as if to prevent him from moving forward.

Seeing this, the fatty knew he had forgotten to turn off the Restriction of the Sword Spirit Pavilion and was about to tell Wang Lin to wait. But before he could shout out the words, they seemed to get stuck in his throat like a fishbone. He was choked for a long time, unable to utter a single word, and his eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Wang Lin noticed the resistance and couldn't help but recall the humiliating scene from years past. He snorted lightly and strode forward: five hundred zhang, four hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, one hundred zhang.

No matter how much the resistance intensified, it couldn't stop Wang Lin's steps. He walked in with extreme ease. After entering the room, he swept it with his Divine Sense and felt a stir in his heart. This room was very strange; his Divine Sense seemed to lose its function here, being restricted to within three hundred zhang!

The fatty immediately jumped up, his face filled with shock. He was a Disciple specifically in charge of the Sword Spirit Pavilion and knew the power of the Formation Restriction here, which specifically isolated all Divine Sense. He had once seen several Senior Martial Uncles unable to force their way into the pavilion, let alone Inner Sect Disciples.

Only when recruiting Disciples would the power of the Formation be reduced countless times, allowing the Sword Qi within the Sword Spirit Pavilion to emanate, to select if there were suitable individuals.

"Could it be that the Formation is broken?" The fatty couldn't believe what he was seeing. After thinking for a long time, he concluded that the Formation must be broken, so he strode forward, preparing to give it a try.

But as soon as he walked five hundred zhang, a massive pressure, as if the sky was falling, rushed towards him. The fatty's body was like a lone boat in a raging sea, violently flung far away, drawing an arc in the sky, accompanied by several gushes of blood, and he heavily fell to the ground. It was a long time before he recovered, a look of fear appearing on his face, and he blurted out:

"It's… it's not broken!"

Wang Lin easily entered the room and looked around, only to see ancient swords of varying lengths placed within, each emitting a strong Sword Intent.

Wang Lin's gaze swept over the Flying Swords, not lingering, and finally landed on the 'most impressive' Flying Sword in the Cultivation World of the State of Zhao, as mentioned by the fatty.

After seeing it, Wang Lin was somewhat speechless. This could indeed be called the most impressive Flying Sword; it couldn't even be considered a Flying Sword at all, it was entirely a rectangular door panel.

Two palms wide and three feet long, it shimmered with golden light. Don't think this golden light was some immortal Spell; this golden light was purely because the sword was plated with a layer of gold!

Nor should one think that this gold was merely a smokescreen to conceal a peerless treasure sword; beneath the gold was actually the most ordinary raw iron, with nothing extraordinary about it.

At the hilt, two huge diamonds were inlaid, and even the sword tassel was woven with gold thread.

In short, this Flying Sword would definitely be impressive if taken out, absolutely giving off an invincible sense of grandeur.

Wang Lin stroked his chin. He actually quite liked this Flying Sword, not for anything else, but for the fact that if he ever ran out of money, he could just sell it anywhere and get a lot of money.

On this Flying Sword, there was a plaque that read: "This sword is named Immense Wealth, forged with great expense by a Grandmaster of the School 500 years ago. It is said to possess unpredictable power, but in reality, this sword has broken several times. The Grandmaster made great contributions to the School throughout his life, and his only dying wish was to place this sword in the Sword Spirit Pavilion for a fated person.

Those who choose this sword must treat it well. If it breaks, you must reattach it, and you must not sell it, otherwise, you will be expelled from the School!"

Wang Lin couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed the Immense Wealth Flying Sword and said to it, "I choose you! I, Wang, am a poor man. If you break, don't expect me to fix you!"

After putting the Flying Sword into his Storage Pouch, Wang Lin walked out of the Sword Spirit Pavilion. The fatty looked at him nervously, his previous mockery replaced by a look of utter fear, accompanying him with respectful murmurs.

Wang Lin's Divine Sense had been isolated in the room, so he hadn't noticed the fatty's abnormality. He was quite puzzled why the other party was now so deferential after being so arrogant earlier.

Returning to Sun Dazhu's herb garden, he took out the Flying Sword. Sun Dazhu was immediately dumbfounded, muttering to himself for a long time, then gave Wang Lin a meaningful look and said, "Back then, when I saw this Immense Wealth, I really didn't have the guts to carry it out. You, kid, have courage, good. Three days from now, you'll carry it and show it to the Xuan Dao Sect and your Senior Martial Uncles."

Three days later, the Hengyue School's bell chimed nine times, echoing through the mountains for a long time. The Sect Leader, along with all the Junior Martial Uncles and their respective Disciples, stood outside the main hall.

A black speck appeared in the sky, growing closer and closer, until finally, what appeared in everyone's eyes was a Thousand-legged Centipede, about a hundred zhang long. This centipede was entirely black, treading on black clouds, and as it flew, thunder rumbled, rapidly approaching.

All the Inner Sect Disciples of the Hengyue School gasped, their eyes filled with horror. Some female Disciples were even scared pale, their legs turning soft.

"What's there to be so surprised about? This Thousand-legged Centipede looks scary, but if each of you went up and stabbed it once, it would surely die!" The red-faced old man beside the Sect Leader shouted in dissatisfaction, his voice extremely loud, clearly intending for the people of the Xuan Dao Sect, who were riding on the centipede, to hear it.