A towering peak, housing three Sword Pools. One was at the foot of the mountain; by entering the formation and climbing a thousand steps, one could claim a sword.
Placed within were over four hundred thousand earth swords.
Another pool was halfway up the mountain, requiring a climb of ten thousand steps to reach.
Placed within were one hundred thousand heaven swords.
The last was at the summit, reached by climbing steps numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
Placed within were several thousand immortal swords.
The entire mountain was shrouded by a great formation. Divine sense could not penetrate it, and divine abilities could not be performed. Xu Xian even left behind a trace of sword aura to guard the mountain.
Its power was enough to slay those in the tribulation transcendence stage!
On the day of its completion, countless disciples from the sect gathered to watch. Even the Pavilion Elders and the Ancestors came.
They stood on the mountain, gazing at this peak as if looking upon a miracle, filled with the utmost respect.
Jiang Wanyin asked, “Little Junior Brother, what is this?”
Xu Xian was cryptic.
There was no need to ask, and he could not say. The time had not yet come; heaven’s secrets must not be revealed.
Quite the mystic.
Seeing that Little Eleven was unwilling to speak, the others stopped asking.
Following Xu Xian’s instructions, Li Qingshan dispersed the crowd. Furthermore, he had the Personnel Hall issue a prohibition: the newly risen mountain on Forging Peak was to be considered a restricted area.
The disciples of the sect were not allowed to trespass.
While rumors continued to spread and discussions echoed, Xu Xian had already departed. He cordoned off a new piece of land on the outskirts of the Ancestral Peak and began stirring up trouble once more.
He used his sword to level the hills and gullies. Then, he went outside the sect and diverted several spirit veins, creating a spirit river for irrigation.
He took soil from the burial ground and spread it across the fields, using his own spiritual power to nourish the earth pulse.
Busy and industrious,
Under the starlight and moonlight,
He turned the soil, pulled weeds, and planted flowers...
It was unusual and bizarre.
The people of the sect watched. From being unaccustomed at first, they gradually grew used to it, until finally, no one paid it any mind.
They thought that perhaps the Ancestor was simply too bored and wanted to find something to do.
After all, he was already invincible under heaven.
Even some of the Pavilion Elders thought the same.
Toiling under the sun and moon, carefree and content—surely that was better than sitting in a cave dwelling all day, muddled and aimless...
Only Xu Xian’s senior brothers and sisters, those who were close to him, knew better.
The matter could never be that simple.
Given Xu Xian’s personality, he would never do these things without a reason or plan. Since he was doing this, he certainly had a purpose.
A high mountain with three Sword Pools.
A vast wilderness with ten thousand mu of new fields.
They had already guessed why he was doing this. He was settling his mortal affairs.
Their Little Junior Brother might be about to ascend to the Upper Realm.
If Fanzhou were to have an immortal, then the first would undoubtedly be Xu Xian. There was no question about it; not only did they feel this way, but the entire world thought so without exception.
The Sky Gate was in the mountains, and their Little Junior Brother was the only one who had seen the Master.
After the Master’s passing,
Xu Xian had emerged from the mountain to challenge the world with his sword. Since then, he had been busy practicing and cultivating without a moment’s rest.
In a hundred years, he achieved tribulation transcendence and great ascension.
He spent three hundred years in the Red Dust.
Then, in another ten years, he crossed the Heart Demon Tribulation.
He was now on equal footing with them.
The next step was to trigger the Immortal Tribulation, open the Sky Gate, become an immortal, and ascend...
Yet at this moment, their Little Junior Brother had stopped.
After sitting in the mountain for over a hundred days, he emerged and visited the Immortal Pavilion. According to the disciples on duty there, he sat in the dark room on the sixth floor for half a day.
After returning,
He threw himself into the Ancestral Peak, forging swords for ten years.
Piling up a high peak and creating spiritual fields.
The answer to all of this was already very clear.
Little Junior Brother was arranging his affairs in the mortal world to ensure that the Wendao Sword Sect would continue to flourish after he left.
He was acting with painstaking care.
But it also made them all worry.
This day had finally come.
It was much faster than they had anticipated.
Inevitably, they felt reluctant to let go.
They often gathered together, talking sadly.
Just like today, somewhere on the Ancestral Peak across the mountain, several Ancestors of the Wendao Sword Sect had gathered once again.
Across the green mountains and the sea of clouds, they watched the youth hoeing in the fields.
Ye Xianyu complained again, “He hasn't stopped for a moment. He seems to be in a great hurry... I don't know what he's so rushed for.”
Jiang Wanyin said softly, “When Senior Brother was here, he mentioned to me that the Master was not from Fanzhou, but from Above the Heavens. Little Junior Brother is in such a rush; perhaps he promised the Master something and is hurrying to complete it...”
Jiang Wanyin’s guess received the unanimous agreement of the fellow disciples.
It was reasonable.
That could be the only explanation.
Otherwise, why would he be so anxious?
After all, he was already invincible in this world.
However, the unease in their hearts constantly reminded them that things were likely far from being so simple.
There must be a hidden story.
Lin Fengmian stroked his long beard and sighed. “Little Eleven is a child with too much on his mind, and he refuses to tell us anything. This is difficult...”
Lei Yunche agreed. “Indeed. We don't know what the Master told him before he passed. Since then, his entire personality has changed drastically. It’s hard to imagine what kind of burden he’s carrying to have become like this...”
The others fell silent.
Indeed!
For a person’s personality to change so drastically within a few days, becoming a completely different person, there must be some incredible secret involved.
Otherwise, how could it come to this?
Over the years, because of his changes, they—his senior sisters and brothers—had often visited him and tried to probe for information more than once.
But this Little Junior Brother always kept his mouth shut, unwilling to reveal even half a word.
This only deepened the worry in their hearts.
As his seniors, they never wanted their Little Junior Brother to carry too much.
And as his seniors, there wasn't a moment they didn't want to share the burden for him...
Yao Xiqiao looked at Ye Xianyu and urged, “Little Ten, you and Little Eleven are close and interact a lot. Why don't you go ask him? If you ask, maybe he’ll talk?”
The remaining three pairs of eyes looked over simultaneously, nodding thoughtfully.
They felt that Yao Xiqiao’s words made a lot of sense.
But Ye Xianyu was speechless.
She said irritably, “Don't look at me. Please, I’ve already asked him over eighteen hundred times. If he were going to say anything, he would have said it long ago...”
The others gave up despondently.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
Even Kongkong and Chu Yi hadn't been able to pry Xu Xian’s mouth open, let alone Ye Xianyu.
They couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.
Jiang Wanyin sighed softly and comforted them, “Alright, don't overthink it. When Little Eleven wants to talk, he will. For now, let him do what he wants. This is actually quite good...”
Ye Xianyu pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, “It’s not like I’m not worried he’ll work himself to death.”
Lei Yunche corrected her, “A saint cannot be worked to death...”
...
Far away in the new fields, Xu Xian was completely unaware of this. He was focused on farming, planting those immortal plants he had once seized from others.
Originally,
He thought he had quite a lot.
But now that he was planting them, he realized there weren't actually many. They only filled a little over a hundred mu, leaving nine thousand nine hundred mu empty.
Xu Xian felt somewhat depressed about this.
“Too few... It’s not even full.”
The little book spirit was stunned. “Please, my master, these are immortal plants. You really wanted to plant ten thousand mu of them? Even in the Era of Primal Chaos, Above the Heavens, I never heard of any family having ten thousand mu of immortal herb fields...”
Xu Xian didn't argue with it.
He settled for the next best thing. “Fine, then I’ll just plant some regular spirit plants...”
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