PDLP Chapter 418 Events from Before, Mediocre Talent
Chapter 418 Events from Before, Mediocre Talent
Sword Island is a place of inheritance; to obtain treasures, one must undergo trials.
The swords in the Sword Pool are the most complete and of the finest quality, so the tests there are naturally the most difficult and rigorous.
But they are, after all, the juniors of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, and the Sword Pool will only give them appropriate tests, not use their full strength.
After experiencing the overwhelming sword intent, several Foundation Establishment disciples were able to stand firm, which overjoyed them, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.
They tried to connect with these swords, hoping to find their own among these ancient and powerful weapons.
However, they soon discovered that this was not an easy task.
Those swords have already possessed sentience and each has its own criteria for choosing a master. For disciples who do not meet their expectations, they will mercilessly unleash even stronger sword intent to crush and repel them.
Faced with this powerful sword intent, the disciples' mental cultivation and their understanding of the way of the sword began to be severely tested.
Many disciples watched this scene, wondering if any of their fellow disciples would be able to successfully pass the test of the Sword Pool and obtain the precious sword inheritance.
High in the sky, an elder stroked his beard and recalled, "I still remember how lively Sword Island was when it opened a hundred years ago."
Another elder immediately chimed in, "Isn't that right? Back then, Junior Sister Chen was delighted to acquire the Asking Spring Sword, Junior Brother Fang had the Plum Blossom Snow Sword recognize its master, and there was also Junior Brother Qi..."
He paused slightly at this point, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
When it comes to events from a hundred years ago, only these elders with sufficient seniority can recount that glorious history in detail, their voices filled with emotion.
The other elders, who were less experienced or who had not stayed in the sect to participate in that grand event, listened attentively.
The sect leader stood aside and, upon hearing the elders speak, immediately understood the implied meaning in their words.
The Hundred Swords Pavilion covers hundreds of islands and has never lacked so-called "geniuses".
Every time the mountain gates are opened, countless seekers of immortality are attracted by its reputation. After going through many rounds of selection, those who can stay are all either exceptionally talented or have a strong will.
The reason why the Hundred Swords Pavilion has been able to stand firm is precisely because of these disciples as its foundation.
A hundred years ago, the generation of junior sister Chen and junior brother Fang was undoubtedly the most outstanding generation of disciples in the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
With their swords, they earned the name "Seven Swordsmen of the Startling Swan".
However, those seven swords eventually fell apart, broke, snapped, and rusted.
A period of prosperity has ended, leaving only sighs behind.
At this moment, the elders deliberately brought up that past event, their words seemingly alluding to Chu Lengyu intentionally or unintentionally.
A natural talent for swordsmanship is indeed a once-in-a-millennium gift, but if the possessor does not strive for improvement and only relies on their talent, then why should the sect devote all its resources to cultivating them? Isn't this unfair to other disciples who also harbor dreams and cultivate diligently?
They are using history as a lesson to remind the sect leader to distinguish right from wrong and to use the sect's resources wisely. What should be cultivated are the disciples who dare to venture into the Sword Pool now.
However, the sect leader merely smiled lightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
The people who ventured into the Sword Pool were either grandsons of some elder, cousins of some hall master, or young masters of some powerful families.
Behind them lies a complex web of forces. These young men were able to stand firm in front of the Sword Pool without retreating, not because of their own abilities, but because of their superior cultivation techniques and treasures.
But this is indeed part of their strength, which is undeniable.
In this era, sword cultivators are no longer the same as before, who only focused on cultivating one sword and were single-minded.
The sect leader knew that the sect was rife with factions and complex relationships. He had to maintain the sect's stability and unity while ensuring its long-term development.
Therefore, although he harbored some dissatisfaction with these disciples from powerful backgrounds, he had no choice but to outwardly give them the attention and support they deserved.
But for some reason, a voice kept echoing in the sect leader's heart.
He felt that Chu Lengyu was worth cultivating, worthy of the sect's favoritism, and even partiality.
Even if it was just for that sword cry on the path of seeking the heart, he didn't want to see such a disciple with extraordinary potential ultimately fade into obscurity among the crowd.
Moreover, in the eyes of the sect leader, no matter how many mediocre talents there are, they can hardly be compared with a true genius.
What the Hundred Swords Pavilion needs is not some Seven Swordsmen of the Astounding Clouds, nor an ordinary person like himself, but a true powerhouse who can subdue the heavens and earth with a single sword strike.
He often recalled that mysterious woman from back then, who cleaved the sky and split the sea with the power of a single sword. Her amazing talent still fills him with awe to this day.
Over the years, the sect leader had always silently pondered the mystery of that sword strike, the power of which he could never forget.
However, he and the elders tacitly agreed not to mention this matter or this person.
Because they were all sword cultivators, they all understood the extraordinary talent and brilliance represented by that sword strike.
Faced with that sword, even these high-ranking Nascent Soul elders and sect leaders were no different from the disciples below who were challenging the sword pool.
They were equally awestruck by that sword intent, and equally yearned for that power.
Before the Sword Pool, the sword intent surged like a tide.
"No, the sword intent here is too strong, I can't hold on any longer!" A scream suddenly rang out.
One of the disciples turned deathly pale, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
The other disciples were in no better condition. Some staggered backward, while others collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, trembling all over, and their faces as pale as paper.
In the end, these disciples all retreated outside the sword pool and dared not approach again.
Chu Lengyu stood quietly not far away, witnessing all of this.
Her gaze was deep and calm, as if she had already anticipated this outcome.
These disciples were too confident, and it's only natural that they're reaping what they sowed.
This defeat may be a valuable lesson for them, making them realize the hardship and difficulty of swordsmanship, and that they should stop taking it so lightly.
But when the elders saw this from a distance, their faces turned very ugly.