Volume One, Chapter Nine: A Tremendous Opportunity, the Shackled Sword Codex
Jian Qingyu advanced toward the Dao Emperor Hall, one of the Nine Great Sword Provinces—another immortal power alongside the Eternal Sword Palace in Tianjian Province.
Since ancient times, swords and blades have vied for supremacy in martial arts. The Eternal Sword Palace and the Dao Emperor Hall have long been at odds, with yearly skirmishes erupting between these two immortal sects.
Among their numerous disciples, many wield weapons other than swords or blades, but the core disciplines remain swordsmanship and blade techniques.
Relying on a great power is advantageous; thus, Jian Qingyu planned to join the Dao Emperor Hall.
“This journey to the Dao Emperor Hall is long. I wonder if I can still make it in time for their recruitment,” she mused.
Five days swiftly passed. Jian Qingyu traversed vast mountain ranges and now rested beneath a tranquil ancient tree, sipping from a spring. Her face bore fresh scars from a recent battle with a late-stage Rank One ferocious beast, an injury she had sustained inadvertently.
Gazing upon the boundless forest stretching like a vast ocean, she sighed inwardly. Reaching the Dao Emperor Hall would not be an easy feat.
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Tang Xi dispatched two mid-stage Rank One ferocious beasts with a single slash, earning 10 points and 100 Immortal Dao points.
His clothes were stained with blood, and after finishing his cut, he continued to slay more beasts.
“In just five days, I’ve amassed 4,500 Immortal Dao points and over 450 points. I’m almost able to purchase a Ten-Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman.”
The talisman was intended for Jian Qingyu, costing 5,000 Immortal Dao points.
In these five days, he hardly rested, even killing beasts through the night before returning.
Today, he would finally have enough points to acquire the talisman.
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Jian Qingyu suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold wind. As a Qi Refining cultivator, ordinary cold wouldn’t faze her.
Immediately alert, she sensed that something unnatural was afoot.
Soon, she discovered a frigid pool spanning several hundred square meters beneath a waterfall over 500 meters high. The cold emanated from the pool itself.
She cupped some water, and a thin layer of ice instantly formed on her hand. Spiritual energy surged, shattering the ice.
“There must be something valuable at the bottom, but the unknown beneath makes a reckless dive unwise.”
Suddenly, two blue tentacles burst from the depths, sweeping toward her.
“With a Sword Slash—”
A flash of sword light severed the tentacles, followed by anguished cries from below.
Then, a dozen more tentacles surged up, thicker and lined with suction cups.
She slashed again, but they could not be cut through.
The tentacles ensnared Jian Qingyu, dragging her into the icy pool.
Tang Xi’s face was filled with anxiety. “Damn it, my little girlfriend is truly plagued by misfortune! She’s barely a novice yet forced to leave the safety of the beginner’s village. I hope nothing bad happens!”
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