Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills Chapter 281 – Sword of the Ancestor Flame

Chapter 281: Chapter 30: Sword of the Ancestor Flame

As the floors ascended.

The pressure on Zhao Huai gradually increased, and he could clearly feel that the sword intention above him became much stronger, so the original owners of these swords must be formidable existences.

“Can’t handle it anymore?”

Old man Wang looked back, smiled faintly, his tone sarcastic, yet he seemed fine.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the Eight-turn Golden Core revolved slightly, summoning the power of the blazing sun illusion. Sword qi leaped and emerged from his body, emitting a crimson glow, converging on his body’s surface and forming a solid barrier.

He opened his eyes and said calmly:

“A man cannot admit that he can’t handle it.” When old man Wang saw this, he muttered quietly:

“Eight-turn Golden Core… I see.”

“It’s quite interesting.”

Old man Wang’s eyes revealed an imperceptible smile.

“You can come up. Welcome to the sixth floor of the sword pavilion. As long as you can pick one of the swords on this floor, it’s a testament to your own ability.”

As soon as Zhao Huai stepped into this floor, he was faced with an overwhelming and vast sword skill aura.

Compared to the pressure below, the swords here were even more powerful, giving a sense of compulsion. The darkness seemed to have countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

A bone-chilling breeze brushed past his ears, like whispers of greetings.

Elder Guan said solemnly, “The swords on this floor are all extremely dangerous, and they are all walking swords of the Mighty in the Rebirth Realm and above. Your Highness, be careful and let things happen naturally. Safety first, don’t force it.”

“I understand, Elder.”

Zhao Huai nodded, and then walked into the dark room where the swords were stored.

There weren’t many swords here, and they were not arranged so closely, making the space feel more expansive.

Quickly, a bluish-green sword scabbard caught Zhao Huai’s attention, and he leaned in for a closer look.

A slender long sword, with a gem on the sword handle that shimmered with blue light, the flowing rays of light seemed alive.

At this moment, old man Wang had unknowingly walked over and extended his wrinkled old hand.

“Clang! ”

The crisp friction sound was heard as the slender long sword was unsheathed.

The sword light was serene, and the blade extremely slender, clearly a sword for women.

Zhao Huai frowned and said, “Senior, didn’t you say we can’t touch the swords casually?”

Even old man Wang, who had resistance to the swords in the sword pavilion, was too reckless to draw them indiscriminately, not taking his own life seriously.

But old man Wang ignored him and continued speaking to himself.

“This sword is called ‘Flowing Firefly.’

“Its owner is Lin Cangyue, a woman who was a peak powerful cultivator in the Rebirth Realm, Sect Master of the Taicang Sword Sect. She passed away 300 years ago during a great battle between the Devil Sect and Immortal Sect. To protect the entire sect’s disciples in retreat, she fought alone against the Four Deacons of the Devil Palace, lost an arm but continued to fight without retreating, ultimately facing her death with an overwhelming tragic heroism.” Old man Wang’s muttering voice entered Zhao Huai’s ears word for word.

But he only saw old man Wang staring at the Flowing Firefly for a long time before finally placing it back into the scabbard, turning his head and saying earnestly,

“I am telling you what kind of sword skill is truly sword skill and what kind of sword is suitable for you.”

“Obviously, the sword of the dead is not suitable for you. Change to another.”

After finishing talking, old man Wang walked forward, and Zhao Huai looked confused and asked,

“A sword of the dead? Are there any swords of the living?”

“Certainly.”

Old man Wang squatted in front of a sword, wiped the sword handle with his sleeve, and said leisurely, “The swords in the sword pavilion come from all over the world, in addition to the swords of the dead, there are swords discarded by others, broken swords, recast swords no one is interested in, and swords replaced when the owner’s cultivation becomes higher.”

“I see.”

Zhao Huai nodded as if enlightened.

“Take a look over here.”

Old man Wang stood up and made way for an area.

“Damaged Immortal Swords, of very good quality, have all been used by the Mighty in the sword skill realm. After ascending, they were left here. They may be suitable for you.”

“It seems like the last time someone took a Damaged Immortal Sword from here was twenty years ago. Time flies so fast.” Old man Wang said nostalgically.

“Was it Zi Yun?”

A woman in a purple skirt appeared in Zhao Huai’s mind.

Old man Wang thought for a moment and said as he twirled his goatee, “It’s her. She has great talents and excellent flowing qi, so a damaged immortal sword followed her and became a superior flying sword after recasting.”

Zhao Huai crouched on the ground, observing these immortal swords, looking at the rusty cracks, as if they had experienced a great battle and were then discarded here. “Senior, can I touch it?”

Zhao Huai asked again.

Old man Wang pouted and said, “You really don’t change. You’re still so eager to touch the sword.”

After contemplating for a moment, he sighed: “Considering your high level of sword skill, I’ll make an exception this time. But let me warn you first, you can touch, but absolutely do not believe anything you see.”

“I understand.”

Zhao Huai nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Go ahead and touch it.”

Old man Wang didn’t fuss, sat down on the floor, supported his chin, and watched Zhao Huai.

With permission granted, Zhao Huai extended his hand, slowly approaching the damaged immortal sword.

In the end, his slender index finger stroked the sword edge.

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The first touch felt cold, with a grainy sensation from the rust.

It seemed nothing special.

Just an ordinary sword.

Zhao Huai thought as much.

Suddenly, a vast aura spread from the damaged immortal sword’s body, and a powerful sword intention instantly poured into Zhao Huai’s mind..