PDLP Chapter 121 Test
Chapter 121 Test
After walking for about an hour, Huang Hu finally stopped in front of a huge rock wall.
The rock wall was about ten zhang high, and its surface was covered with a thick layer of ice. Under the sunlight, it shone with a faint blue light, like a huge ice mirror.
There is a crack at the bottom of the rock wall, so narrow that only one person can squeeze through sideways.
"This is it," Huang Hu said.
Jiang Xun stared at the crack, thinking to himself, "The Sword God lives here? That's too shabby."
"The Sword Ruins were converted from a natural cave," Huang Hu explained. "The entrance is hidden, and outsiders can't find it at all."
He took out a palm-sized jade pendant from his pocket and stuck it to the ice wall.
The jade pendant emitted a faint white light, the ice slowly melted, the cracks gradually widened, and finally a hole large enough for two people to pass side by side was revealed.
It was pitch black inside, and a cold wind carrying a damp, rotten smell blew out.
Huang Hu went in first, followed by the other five, who entered the cave one by one.
The cave was much larger than I had imagined.
After passing through a narrow passageway, the view suddenly opened up before me.
A huge underground space, about ten feet high and as wide as a palace.
There are some small cracks in the cave ceiling, and sunlight seeps in through the cracks, forming hazy beams of light that shine on the cave walls, refracting into a variety of colors, like an unreal dream.
In the center of the space is a circular stone platform, surrounded by five stone pillars, each carved with a different pattern.
In the center of the stone platform was a groove in which a fist-sized luminous pearl was embedded, emitting a faint blue light that cast shadows over the entire cave.
"This is the core of the Sword Ruins." Huang Hu pointed to the five stone pillars. "Each one leads to a passage. Each of you can choose one to go in, and what opportunities you get depends entirely on your own abilities."
The five people looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What kind of opportunity will there be?" Xiao Rui asked.
Huang Hu shook his head: "I don't know. When the Sword God set up these passages, only he knew what was inside. But the last door will only open if people enter all five paths at the same time."
"Only five people?" Ye Qingying asked.
"Only five," Huang Hu said. "The Sword God had his reasons for setting this rule back then."
Jiang Xun suddenly realized—no wonder Huang Hu went to such lengths to gather five people.
After a moment of silence, Tuoba Feng was the first to step forward and walk towards the leftmost stone pillar.
"I choose this one."
"I'll choose this one." Xiao Rui chose the one on the far right.
Chen Lei hesitated for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the stone pillars several times, before finally choosing the middle one.
Ye Qingying looked at Jiang Xun: "You choose first."
Jiang Xun scratched his head, looked at the remaining two stone pillars, and randomly pointed to one: "This one will do."
Ye Qingying chose the last one.
Huang Hu looked at them and nodded.
"Remember, six hours. Whatever you obtain, you must emerge within the time limit."
The five people said no more and each walked toward the stone pillar they had chosen.
Jiang Xun stood at the entrance of the passage and glanced inside.
It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen except for a damp, cold wind blowing from deep within.
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The passage was so narrow that only one person could squeeze through sideways.
It was so dark inside that you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face, and you couldn't even see the tip of your own nose.
Jiang Xun touched the tinderbox in his pocket, thought for a moment, and decided not to light it—in this kind of place, any light would be a target, and who knows what might be lurking in the shadows.
He held onto the wet stone wall and slowly felt his way forward.
The ground was uneven and bumpy, and I almost tripped several times.
He walked very slowly, testing each step with his toes before daring to take the next one.
All I could hear was my own breathing and heartbeat, and the faint sound of water droplets in the distance.
After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a sliver of light suddenly appeared ahead.
It wasn't fire, but a faint, cold light, like moonlight, shining down from above and onto the passageway ahead, making the stone walls appear white.
At the end of the passage was a stone door with two lines of text carved on it—
"The sword is the blade of the heart. If the heart is not upright, then the sword will be evil."
The characters are vigorous and powerful, each stroke as if carved with a sword, carrying a sharp and imposing aura, as if the carver had poured all his life's sword intent into these characters.
Jiang Xun glanced at it twice and muttered, "They're quite good at pretending to be mysterious."
Reach out and push the door open.
The moment the door opened, a sharp sword aura rushed out.
Jiang Xun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively dodged to the side.
An invisible sword aura grazed past his ear, leaving a deep gash on the stone wall behind him with a "whoosh".
"Are you serious?" Jiang Xun swallowed and looked ahead.
Behind the stone gate is a long passageway, with sword marks carved all over the stone walls on both sides.
It wasn't words, it wasn't a painting, it was just a series of sword marks.
Some are deep, some are shallow, some are long, some are short, some are fierce, and some are gentle.
Densely packed, it climbs from the ground all the way to the dome, covering the entire stone wall.
Like a wild cursive script written with a sword, it reveals an astonishing order amidst its chaos.
Jiang Xun stood at the entrance of the passageway, looking at the sword marks, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
It wasn't fear—it was that the sword marks seemed to be moving.
No, it's not the sword mark that's moving; it's his eyes that are chasing after the sword mark.
Each sword mark seemed to come alive, carrying an indescribable meaning, drilling into his eyes and his mind, disturbing his peace of mind.
He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and took the first step.
Sword intent.
This is the sword intent left behind by the Sword God.
He had heard that a true master of swordsmanship carries his own will in every strike.
Sword techniques can be learned, but sword intent cannot—it is something that can only be left behind by integrating a lifetime of insights into the sword.
Jiang Xun took another step.
The sword intent intensified, like an invisible sword pressed against his brow, forcing him to stop.
He closed his eyes and felt the sword intent—not killing intent, not oppression, but an invitation.
It's as if it's saying: Come on, let me see your sword.
Jiang Xun opened his eyes and drew his sword.
He finally understood—this passage was not only a path to treasure, but also a path of trials.
To get past this, you need real skills.
He gripped the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and then slashed it down.
Spring Water Sword Technique, First Form: Spring Water Just Begins.
The sword light was like water, flowing endlessly.
The sword intent was somewhat loosened by the impact of his sword force.
Jiang Xun took the opportunity to take a step forward.
The second sword strike: Spring waters flow eastward.
The third sword strike: Spring waters surge like a tide.
The Spring Water Sword Technique has nine levels and eighty-one moves. He used the Spring Water Sword Technique from beginning to end, one move after another.
The sword light flashed in the passageway, and the misty air mingled with the sword marks on the stone walls, as if they were having a conversation.
But that sword intent grew stronger and stronger.
Not one path, but countless paths.
Every sword mark on the stone wall seemed to come alive, transforming into invisible swords that pierced him from all directions.
Some are fast, some are slow; some are fierce, some are gentle; some are upright, some are unpredictable.