The young girl’s exclamation drew the attention of countless people, who immediately began observing the various swords around them.
Indeed, if anyone else had claimed they could cause the Myriad Swords Resounding, no one would have believed them.
But if it was Chi Miao saying it, they believed.
Chi Miao was simply too extraordinary in every aspect—a downright prodigy. Now, with countless karma blessings upon her, it seemed perfectly normal for a sword to choose her.
They were quite looking forward to witnessing the Myriad Swords Resounding.
However, after waiting for a while, there wasn’t the slightest movement.
Not even a crow’s caw could be heard.
“What’s going on?”
Everyone looked at Chi Miao, their expressions questioning.
Chi Miao felt slightly awkward: “Maybe these swords are hard of hearing and didn’t catch that? Let me try again?”
“Sword, come!”
“Sword, come!”
“Sword, come!!!”
Chi Miao shouted several times in succession.
“……”
There was no movement at all within the Sword Cemetery.
Even Chi Miao was astonished: “How can this be? Wasn’t it said that the sword chooses its master? I’ve even activated cheats, so how come not a single sword is choosing me?”
Gou Shi System: “Maybe they think you’re even more ‘cheap’ than them.”
Chi Miao: “?”
Gou Shi System: “Perhaps you should humble yourself and ask them one by one?”
Chi Miao: “Then I’ll go ask?”
Gou Shi System: “Go ahead, child.”
Chi Miao then told the others: “Let me go ask them one by one what’s going on.”
With that, Chi Miao walked over to a sword, crouched down beside it, and softly asked: “Would you like to become my Personal Sword?”
The sword: “……”
Chi Miao: “Alright, you don’t want to.”
Then she slowly moved toward another sword: “How about you? Wow… your hilt is so small, can I touch it? So hard and cold, can I give you a hug? I promise I’ll just touch and hug, nothing else!”
Witnesses: “???”
So perverted!
Chi Miao asked several swords in a row, with absolutely no effect!
She looked at Ying WuHuo: “Folks, could it be that all these swords have lost their minds? Not a single reaction!”
Ying WuHuo pursed his lips. He couldn’t figure out why either, but he was certain of one thing—these swords couldn’t be broken.
“Although there are some minor issues in the Sword Cemetery that suppress the swords’ spirituality, basic recognition of masters shouldn’t be affected.”
Chi Miao: “I don’t believe it. Jin Shengfei, you try.”
“Alright, let me see what’s really going on.” Jin Shengfei didn’t hesitate either. He stepped forward, scanned the area, and closed his eyes to sense.
Hmm…
Which sword was compatible with him?
At that moment, the Sword Cemetery seemed to transform into a universe, with countless swords within it like tiny stars in the cosmos, silently emitting faint energy, calling out to destined individuals.
Suddenly, Jin Shengfei sensed one star that was particularly bright, its light consistently intense.
This was the one!
With clear purpose, he moved as if riding a gentle breeze, retrieving a completely golden sword from the Sword Cemetery: “Would you like to come with me?”
“Bzzz—!”
A clear sword hum responded to Jin Shengfei.
The corners of Jin Shengfei’s mouth lifted as he effortlessly drew the sword, which reflected the brilliant sunlight.
“So handsome!”
Everyone’s eyes lit up, their hearts filled with longing.
Ying WuHuo stepped forward to take a look and smiled: “Not bad, the Golden Sword. It’s suspected to be the Personal Sword of a great master from a thousand years ago, capable of cutting through anything. It’s considered the highest-grade sword in the Sword Cemetery.”
Of course, the highest grade here… didn’t include that particular sword.
Given Jin Shengfei’s talent, it wasn’t surprising that he obtained the Golden Sword.
“Why? Why won’t these swords respond to me?” Chi Miao grew even more puzzled. If the swords weren’t broken, then it made even less sense. She turned to the others, “Why don’t you all try?”
The others quickly focused their senses and soon found swords that suited them, pulling them out effortlessly.
Chi Miao: “Hiss… This doesn’t make sense! Are they targeting me?”
Ying WuHuo: “No. Though swords possess spirits, their intelligence is limited. They choose based purely on instinct—who is stronger… or more compatible. They sense it naturally.”
Chi Miao: “So, could it be that these swords feel they aren’t worthy of me?”
Ying WuHuo: “?”
Could that really be the explanation? Wasn’t that a bit too narcissistic?
But then again, Chi Miao’s talent was unprecedented. Swords would never ignore her due to her talent—this explanation actually made more sense.
Or perhaps there was external interference? Something suppressing the myriad swords, preventing them from responding to Chi Miao?
Why would that be?
“Could it be…”
Ying WuHuo suddenly thought of something. At that very moment, a clear, resonant hum echoed throughout the Sword Cemetery.
Following this hum, something bizarre occurred.
The swords that had already formed contracts with the others and had their spiritual power replenished suddenly dimmed, their sword hums gradually fading.
Suddenly, an anxious voice cried out, “Unnamed Senior Brother, my Zi Han seems to have died!”
Huh? Who brought their child along to cultivate immortality?
Everyone turned to look—it turned out the sword was named Zi Han.
At this moment, not a trace of spiritual power could be detected from the swords. Not only those in people’s hands, but all the other swords still embedded in the Sword Cemetery had lost their spiritual energy.
“What… what’s happening now?”
Chi Miao: “No swords chose me to begin with, and now they’re all dead… Could it be that my extraordinary talent will prevent me from joining Nine Sword Mountain just because I didn’t get a sword in this round?”
“That won’t happen.” Ying WuHuo fell silent for a moment before continuing, “With your talent, you’d be admitted as an exception even without participating in these three trials.”
No one would have any objections to making an exception for you.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Chi Miao feigned shyness: “That won’t do. I don’t like taking shortcuts. I still need to choose a sword.”
Ying WuHuo: “…”
No matter how you look at it, you don’t seem like the upright person you claim to be.
There were less than half a day left before the Sword Cemetery closed.
Chi Miao tried again, circling around, but there was no response at all.
“Could it be that I really won’t have a Personal Sword?”
Ying WuHuo’s expression tightened: “Do you remember I mentioned the Sword Cemetery has been having some minor issues lately?”
Chi Miao looked up at him: “Yeah, what about it?”
Ying WuHuo said: “For many years, there has been a sword at the very core of the Sword Cemetery, named Lament.”
“This sword belonged to a friend of the founding ancestor. Legend has it that this friend, wielding this sword, slaughtered half the Cultivation World, bringing the Golden Age to an end and severing countless legacies.”
“People called him a demon, condemned to never reincarnate, eternally falling into hell after death. But do you know what his final outcome was?”
Curious, Chi Miao hugged her knees and looked innocently at Ying WuHuo.
Ying WuHuo pointed upward.
Chi Miao: “He went to heaven?”
Ying WuHuo: “…Let me rephrase.”
Chi Miao: “He passed away?”
Ying WuHuo took a deep breath.
Calm down, calm down!
This is your future junior sister!
He said:
“He ascended, becoming the only recorded ascendant in the entire Cultivation World, proving that ascension is possible in the Cultivation World.”
“He is the legend that has been passed down through the ages in the Cultivation World—Tian Bei Shengren (Heavenly Grief Saint).”
“No, it should be said—an immortal.”