No one refuted Lin Fengmian's words, not even Xu Xian.
He had to go, and he had reasons that he had to go, as well as excuses that he must go.
Of course,
it was definitely not for the immortal opportunity his senior brother mentioned.
Lei Yunche said solemnly, "It is hard to say whether this is a blessing or a curse. If it is truly as our little junior brother said, that Emperor's Tomb is likely fraught with danger. If we are not careful, we might lose our lives."
A saint's tomb was already a place of certain death, and an immortal's tomb was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, so what about this tomb of an Immortal Emperor?
However...
Lin Fengmian stood by his opinion, "Risk and opportunity coexist. There is no need to explain this principle. It is dangerous, but it is worth it."
Ye Xianyu spoke up to support her former master.
"This time should be different, right? The Emperor's Tomb opened on its own to find inheritors, which is the same principle as a sect opening its doors to recruit disciples. Moreover, it is restricted to juniors under a hundred years of age, so the contents of the trial shouldn't be too outrageous."
Lei Yunche remained worried, "That is exactly why it will be even more cruel. Our Wendao Sword Sect's requirements are already so high, so could an Immortal Emperor's selection be simple? It is possible that not a single person will be chosen and everyone will be sent back..."
Everyone shared their own views, one after another.
Only Xu Xian and Jiang Wanyin remained silent, quietly watching the man, the woman, and the old man argue.
It was true that Lei Yunche was usually a man of few words, but when it came to debating, he was not weak at all. Even Ye Xianyu and Lin Fengmian together were no match for him.
It wasn't that he was particularly eloquent or that his arguments were exceptionally logical.
It was simply that he was incredibly stubborn.
He kept repeating the same point, so no one could convince anyone else.
The three of them turned their gazes to Jiang Wanyin for help. In the Wendao Sword Sect, seniority always took precedence over talent and strength.
In the past,
when Senior Brother Yun Zheng was still around, he would make the final decision on all matters.
They could offer their opinions, but they would absolutely execute his orders.
Now that Senior Brother Yun Zheng was gone, Jiang Wanyin, who was ranked sixth, naturally became the head of the family.
In the end, this matter required Jiang Wanyin to make the call. If she said it was a trap and they shouldn't go, then they wouldn't go.
If she said to go, then they would definitely go.
Jiang Wanyin took a small sip of tea before turning her gaze to Xu Xian. She asked, "Little Eleven, will you go?"
Xu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, "If Senior Sister calls for me, I must go."
Ye Xianyu clicked her tongue inwardly and let out a soft sound of surprise.
Lei Yunche furrowed his brows, thinking to himself that this guy was truly a master of words.
Lin Fengmian shook his head. Little Eleven really knew how to play it.
Even Jiang Wanyin asked jokingly with a beaming smile, "And what if I don't call for you?"
Xu Xian pondered for a moment, "I would still go."
Lin Fengmian...
Lei Yunche...
Ye Xianyu...
Their expressions shifted through various shades.
Jiang Wanyin was also stunned for a moment before rolling her eyes at him and saying resentfully, "Then why did you say that just now?"
Xu Xian laughed heartily, "Answering like that makes us seem a bit closer, doesn't it?"
Jiang Wanyin didn't say anything, simply giving him a playful, reproving look.
The other three had very colorful expressions.
It had to be said.
Little Eleven was truly something else.
A conversation among fellow disciples had clarified what the Emperor's Tomb was, shared intelligence, and also finalized the choice of the Wendao Sword Sect.
They were going.
As for who would go and who wouldn't, they would let the disciples in the sect decide for themselves.
After the gathering dispersed,
Ye Xianyu, in her capacity as Sect Master, tolled the bell of the Sword Pavilion. The Pavilion Elders gathered together, and Ye Xianyu relayed the thoughts of the others.
A final decision was made regarding the matter of the Emperor's Tomb.
When the disciples in the sect heard the tolling of the Sword Pavilion's bell, they knew very well that this time, they must be discussing the matter of the Emperor's Tomb.
Each and every one of them was exceptionally expectant, nervous, and anxious.
It had been four or five days since the aurora hung upside down and the heavenly script appeared in the night sky. For those four or five days, rumors had been flying and discussions were rampant in the other worlds outside.
Everyone was restless.
Many cultivators had even set out in advance.
In particular, several Sky Gates at Broken Sword Mountain, the Demon Suppression Abyss, the Black Sand Sea, and the Extreme Cold Land were very close to the Wendao Sword Sect. News had already traveled back, and countless rogue cultivators had gathered there.
Some spirits, demons, and monsters had begun to entrench themselves...
However,
although it was a motley crowd with various races mixed together, everyone tacitly chose not to interfere with each other.
They had entered a truce period.
Fight?
There would be plenty of fighting once they entered the Emperor's Tomb; there was no rush for this moment.
Moreover,
this time was a competition for the younger generation, a field for every race, sect, and school to compete for their strongest juniors.
Of course...
there were also some people forming factions in private.
For example...
the Three Sects and Six Schools were doing exactly that. They were secretly contacting and negotiating with each other, planning to advance and retreat together to deal with the demons, monsters, beasts, and spirits...
Most importantly, they planned to use this to keep the Wendao Sword Sect in check.
They only used the banner of the human race on the surface because they were too embarrassed to say it out loud.
But the entire world knew the truth in their hearts.
Although they had many people, they had to admit that the younger generation of the Wendao Sword Sect was too strong. Pulling any one of them out at random, they were all top-tier.
Furthermore, the current Golden Generation of the Wendao Sword Sect was simply outrageously powerful.
Especially Xu Xian.
He alone could sweep across an entire world.
Who could compete with him?
If they wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth that was the Wendao Sword Sect, a single organization was not enough. They could only unite to have a chance at competing.
Strength in numbers, that was all.
And this...
wasn't it a kind of sorrow in itself?
Furthermore,
no one could say for sure whether such an alliance could be maintained.
The Wendao Sword Sect knew these things as well and naturally had the mental preparation for it.
In the Northern Borders, the Wendao Sword Sect alone suppressed the four seas and eight directions. Within the Emperor's Tomb, they also had the courage and pride to stand against the whole world.
Just go for it!
Of course... the prerequisite was that the sect had to decide whether to go or not.
At the Pavilion Elders' meeting, unlike previous decisions, the opinions of the Elders were surprisingly consistent this time.
Even regarding the matter of Lu Yuan, they had argued a bit about how to raise him.
But on the matter of the Emperor's Tomb, there was only one word: go. They had to go. There was no reason for the Wendao Sword Sect not to compete for such an immortal opportunity.
Opportunity belonged to the capable, and the Wendao Sword Sect was the most capable in Fanzhou.
Even the opinions on where to go from and how to go were surprisingly unified.
They would enter through that tomb gate at Broken Sword Mountain.
That place
was the closest to the Wendao Sword Sect and was adjacent to the Central Plains. Even though the Wendao Sword Sect and the Central Plains had always been at odds,
they were, after all, of the same race.
They wouldn't let things get too ugly.
Whether they would start fighting inside, they didn't know. Whether they would start fighting after coming out, they didn't know either.
But they could at least be certain that before going in, they definitely wouldn't start a fight.
The first places to be excluded were naturally the two gates at the Extreme Cold Land and the Black Sand Desert.
Of those two places, one was too cold and the other was too dark.
After the meeting lasted for half an hour, it came to a successful conclusion. After the Pavilion Elders dispersed, the Personnel Hall announced the results of the meeting to the Seven Peaks and Thirteen Halls in a very short amount of time.
The entire sect knew.
Any junior in the sect under a hundred years of age who was willing to go could register at the Personnel Hall, and the sect would travel there together at the appointed time.
For a time, the juniors in the mountain were high-spirited, all of them running toward the Personnel Hall.
This left those senior brothers and sisters who were over the age limit thumping their chests and stamping their feet, filled with regret and sighing repeatedly.
"Sigh... if only I had been born ten years later, how good would that have been? Then I could have gone with everyone."
"This is just fate."
'If the spring breeze pitied the flowers, could it let me be a youth again?'
"You're a man."
"Who says a man can't be a flower? Can't a flower be a guy?"
"Ugh... since when do flowers have genders!"
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