Half an hour passed.
The Sect Master on the stage cleared his throat, finally showing signs of finishing his speech.
He raised his sleeve and shouted loudly.
“Invite the Ancestral Founder!!”
At this shout, the disciples beside the Sect Master reverently held up a painting, which rose into the air.
Jiang Bingbing squinted to look.
The man in the painting stood holding a sword, dressed in a dashing red robe with fluttering sleeves, his black hair flowing down to his waist.
What a peerlessly elegant appearance.
Was this the founding Ancestral Founder of the Sword Sect?
If so, this Ancestral Founder was truly extraordinary. Most Sword Cultivators were simple and rigid, at most adopting a cold and taciturn style.
But one like this, with red robes and black hair—
so beautiful it was almost aggressive—was truly rare.
While she was lost in these random thoughts, everyone else respectfully bowed to the ancestor.
“Three bows!!”
“Rise!!”
“The Sword Sect’s One Hundredth Spirit Contract Ceremony!”
“Is! Now! Officially! Open!”
With the Sect Master’s words concluded.
Bell tolls echoed from all directions, and at the same time, white cranes soared into the sky.
Above the Kanlie Platform, spiritual mist swirled, and Immortal Cranes flapped their pure white wings.
Not far away, with several loud booms.
A vortex appeared in mid-air, growing larger and larger alongside the bell tolls until the entrance fully opened.
From within, a myriad of radiant lights burst forth.
“Holy cow…”
Jiang Bingbing couldn’t help but open her mouth wide, craning her neck to gaze at the entrance.
This was insane!
If not for transmigrating, she’d never witness such a breathtaking scene in several lifetimes.
“The Sword Tomb is open!”
“We, from afar, wish all our disciples fulfill their wishes and return triumphantly!!”
Beneath the Sword Tomb.
Tens of thousands of disciples simultaneously raised their swords and shouted in unison: “We heed the Sect Master’s command!”
“We shall not disgrace the Sword Saint’s legacy!”
Once the words were spoken!
The disciples beside Jiang Bingbing “whooshed” away on their flying swords, elegantly transforming into streaks of light as they departed.
“…”
Such intense tailwind.
She covered her mouth and coughed twice, then was picked up by her senior sister onto the flying sword, thinking her bangs were about to be blown into chaos again.
Liu Zheng directly activated the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl.
“Senior Sister, we’ll meet in the secret realm!”
“Mm, Little Junior Sister and I will follow shortly.”
Wen Yuzhao and Xie Yingnan finished speaking and flew off first.
Jiang Bingbing clung to her senior sister’s leg, feeling both reassured and excited as she followed the vast stream of people flying into the Sword Tomb.
A dizzying whirl ensued.
Just as she was about to retch from the spinning, Jiang Bingbing finally landed.
Nearly lost half her life, geez!
Catching her breath and resting for a moment, she looked around—everything was pure white, and there wasn’t a single person nearby.
Her senior sisters and brothers were nowhere to be seen.
Not even disciples from other peaks were visible.
“…”
What about the promise to protect her at all costs?!
Where did everyone go?
Aside from her, everything was white, glaringly so.
She stretched her hand forward, and her fingers were swallowed by the thick fog. This dense whiteness, like snow, turned out to be mist.
According to the usual tropes in TV dramas.
The protagonist absolutely cannot sit idly by! They must charge through the thick fog and then obtain some opportunity.
Along the way, they would inevitably encounter various risks.
Jiang Bingbing tightened her grip on her small cloth pouch stuffed with snacks, nodding her head as if making some kind of resolution.
The next second.
“Thump!!”
She plopped down right where she was.
After sitting firmly, she pulled out a few pieces of sugar cake from her pouch, shaking her legs as she ate.
What opportunity?
What contracting with an elder’s Spiritual Sense?
She had no interest!
She’d only been in the cultivation world for a few days and hadn’t had enough fun yet—she couldn’t just die like this!
“Burp~”
Eating until she choked, she hurriedly pulled out her water flask.
At this moment, on the Kanlie Platform, the important figures of the sect happened to witness Jiang Bingbing’s unrestrained feasting through the illusion mirror. Sect Leader Wuya chuckled and stroked his beard.
Immortal Lord Qingxue, who had been anxious earlier, finally felt the stone in his heart drop upon seeing Jiang Bingbing not wandering off recklessly.
His little disciple’s safety was the most important.
The other peak masters exchanged glances.
They thought to themselves.
“She really is foolish!”
Leaving aside whether she could Form a Pact or not, the Sword Tomb contained countless sword techniques, cultivation methods, and rare treasures.
This young girl from Jade Immortal Peak truly had no desires or ambitions. Sighing with pity, the elders and peak masters couldn’t help but feel a hint of envy.
How could they, who dealt with countless troublesome matters every day, ever attain such a state of mind?
The scene in the illusion mirror soon shifted.
No one wanted to keep watching a fool eat and drink.
Meanwhile, inside the secret realm.
Jiang Bingbing had finished most of her snacks, yet there was still no sign of anyone around. She stood up, rubbing her numb buttocks, and muttered softly, “Can’t I just stay put?”
“Do I have to move around?”
She waved her hand.
The mist seemed to have thinned slightly.
Jiang Bingbing raised her hands and waved them through the air, stumbling forward as she walked.
After walking less than fifty meters.
She finally heard the sound of people talking!
Hearing the conversation of strangers nearby, Jiang Bingbing’s expression shifted from pleasant surprise to peculiarity.
“Senior Brother, you’re hurting me.”
The woman’s voice was delicate and coquettish, followed by the man’s heavy breathing.
“Jinyao, it’s been half a year since we last met. I’ve missed you terribly.”
…
Was this a young couple being intimate?
How utterly awkward!
Jiang Bingbing tactfully prepared to take another path but then heard the two of them speak again.
“How dare you say that? The sect leader said that once this Pact Spirit Assembly concludes, I’ll be married to Ling Hanchuan.”
“When are you going to tell your father and the sect leader about us?”
The woman’s tone carried a hint of resentment.
Was there gossip?
Jiang Bingbing’s eyes lit up, and she pricked up her ears to listen.
“Why rush to reveal it?”
Before the woman could scold him, the man continued.
“No matter how much the sect leader favors Ling Hanchuan, he’s just a Rogue Cultivator with no backing from a powerful family. If we slip him a Chongyuan Pill on your wedding night and reveal this secret to him while he’s forced into seclusion for a breakthrough…”
“What do you think… will happen to him?”
The woman replied, “He’ll surely suffer a qi deviation.”
“Hmph, exactly.” The man chuckled sinisterly. “Even if he’s lucky enough to survive, he’ll be nothing but a cripple. By then, the position of the Sword Sect’s head disciple will be mine. A hundred years later, the position of Sword Sect’s sect leader will naturally fall to me. Wouldn’t it be better for you to become the Dao Companion of the Sword Sect’s sect leader then?”
Oh my heavens!
What a grand promise, what a grand conspiracy!
She thought it was a young couple being intimate, but it turned out to be two treacherous scoundrels having a secret affair??
Such an enormous promise—would this woman actually believe it?
She refused to believe anyone could be that foolish!
“Moxuan, you love me so much~”
“No one in this world loves me more than you~”
The woman leaned in affectionately, tightly embracing the man, followed by the sound of smacking kisses.
“???”
Truly speechless!
Over here, Jiang Bingbing was utterly thunderstruck.
Over there, the two were passionately engaged in this and that. Jiang Bingbing silently opened her mouth and pretended to gag.
Even Wang Baochuan would bow in defeat before this woman—what kind of love-addled brain was this?
She could even swallow a promise that spanned centuries!
Truly desperate enough to eat anything.
Ling Hanchuan?
He must be that young cultivator standing cold-faced beside Sect Leader Wuya.
He was the sect leader’s personal disciple.
He is also the eldest senior brother of the Sword Sect and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, will become the next sect leader.
Jin Yao is Ling Hanchuan’s fiancée.
And who is that Mo Xuan?
Never mind. Seeing the mist about to dissipate, Jiang Bingbing decided it was best to slip away first.
Just as she turned on her heels,
she heard the voice of the eldest senior sister calling for her.
“Little junior sister, where are you? Little junior sister!”
The passionate kissing sounds from the two villains behind her abruptly stopped, and Jiang Bingbing sensed trouble.
She quickly adjusted her facial expression, took a few sharp breaths, and forced a few drops of saliva to trickle from the corner of her mouth. After doing all this, she hugged her small cloth bag and turned around, staring at the despicable couple with “innocent” eyes.
The woman was wearing the Sword Sect’s female disciple uniform.
The male cultivator, however, was not dressed as a disciple. He wore a purple robe that, paired with his dark face,
made him look like a walking purple sweet potato.
“Who’s there?”
Mo Xuan shouted coldly. As the mist cleared, the two saw Jiang Bingbing standing there with her head tilted, drooling, her large eyes blinking blankly.
So it was the fool from Jade Immortal Peak.
Both of them let out a sigh of relief, only to hear Liu Zheng’s voice again.
At the same time, Liu Zheng emerged from behind the thick mist, followed by a male cultivator.
He was dressed in the uniform of the sect’s eldest senior brother.
His expression was cold and stern.
It was none other than the Sword Sect’s eldest senior brother, Ling Hanchuan!