Chapter 282 - Losing the First Showdown
Chapter 282 Losing the First Showdown
They were all here to try their luck on obtaining good swords. Why did they have to line up?
Jiang Aijian was confused as well.
Qin Jun said with a smile, “There are too many people here. Four of the ten great sects are here so it’s only natural that they have the priority. The remaining minor sects will certainly team up. The Noble Path is known to come up with such meaningless rules. The factor that determines the ownership of the spoils is one’s own strength in the end.”
Indeed, a cultivator was hovering above the gathered cultivators. He seemed to be the temporary leader elected by the people present here. He was the one coordinating everyone’s attacks.
At this moment, the cluster of swords that circled the huge tombstone shot toward the crowd again.
“Attack!”
Palm prints, energy blades, Daoist seals, Buddhist seals flew in the air. It was like a deluge of heavenly flowers.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Jiang Aijian greatly enjoyed himself watching this. He said, “I say, these people are actually smart. It’s almost as if they’re fishing.”
After a round of attacks, many flying swords dropped in the air. However, the air flows quickly picked up other flying swords from the sword mounds, and they joined the orbit as they circled the tombstone at top speed.
The person who set up this Seven Terminal Formation was definitely a genius. The Seven Terminal Formation could carry enough flying swords to circle around the tombstone.
“Stop!” the hovering cultivator shouted, “Prepare for the next wave…”
Qin Jun saw that they were dividing the fallen flying swords among themselves. He shook his head. “They’ve obtained quite a number of swords. Yet, it’s impossible for the creator of the Seven Terminal Formation not to have considered this. When the number of swords inside the Formation falls under a certain number, the Seven Terminal Formation would snatch the swords back.”
When he heard this, Jiang Aijian tightened his grip on his own sword. ‘If I’d known this, I wouldn’t have brought Dragonsong here.’ He could not help but feel he might incur a loss here.
Qin Jun smiled and said, “Don’t worry. The Seven Terminal Formation will take the swords from the Sword Formation first.”
At this moment, the hovering cultivator looked at Lu Zhou’s group again. “Which sect are you from?”
“We’re not from any sect,” Jiang Aijian replied. “In that case, I’d ask you to fall back! This is the Seven Terminal Formation. Don’t complain if you get yourselves hurt!”
Little Yuan’er was about to lose her temper when she heard their words, but Lu Zhou said, “Let them have a go.” If a bunch of powerless weaklings liked to be vanguard and cannon fodder, he would not stop them.
“Mhm.” Little Yuan’er retreated.
“That’s brilliant, old senior… We’ll see how this goes.” Jiang Aijian took a step back as well. He added, “This fits my style very much.”
However, Qin Jun said, “We’ll have to guard against the people from the four major sects… I’m afraid their target is the Demon Sword.”
Lu Zhou stroked his bead and merely looked on silently.
Meanwhile, near the secluded hut.
Si Wuya was basking in the sun.
Ye Zhixing appeared next to him and bowed before he reported, “Sect master, we’ve received a reply from the Mausoleum of Swords. The old senior has entered the mausoleum!”
Si Wuya’s eyes flew open, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What did you say?”
Ye Zhixing was taken aback.
This was the first time he had ever seen Si Wuya had such a huge fluctuation in his emotions. Nevertheless, he obediently repeated his words, “The old senior… has gone into the Mausoleum of Swords.”
Si Wuya slowly rose to his feet. His expression was rather stiff. Although he did not look particularly angry, his anger was palpable. He shook his head. “My dear master, you’re ruining everything!” Then, he said slowly, “I intentionally let slip that the Mausoleum of Swords is open. Second Senior Brother even opened up the entrance by himself. We did this so that we can gather those from the Noble Path there and finish them off in one go!” Alas, their master had also gone into the Mausoleum of Swords. Did he really have to kill his master just to make sure their plans would succeed?
Ye Zhixing did not dare to have any opinion about this. He stood at the side silently, waiting for his orders. No matter what orders were given, he would carry them out unconditionally.
After a moment’s silence, Si Wuya said, “Any word from Second Senior Brother?”
“After Senior Sword Devil opened up the entrance to the Mausoleum of Swords, he left. Senior Sword Devil doesn’t like to be followed, and we lost him.”
“Where’s Eldest Senior Brother?”
“Mister First is dealing with the Righteous Sect. However, he did mention that you can contact him at any time if you need to, sect master,” Ye Zhixing replied.
Si Wuya considered it before sighing and said, “I believe my senior brothers’ thoughts are in line with mine.” In just a moment, his expression returned to its usual calmness as he said, “Abort the plan at the Mausoleum of Swords.”
“As you wish, Sect Master.”
Ye Zhixing was just about to leave when Si Wuya said, “Who gave us this information?”
“One of the three great Sword Freaks, Jiang Aijian,” Ye Zhixing said.
“Do a background check on him.”
“Understood.”
Si Wuya was much calmer now. He mumbled to himself, “It’s not all bad… At least, we got this big fish out of the water.”
Inside the Mausoleum of Swords, next to the huge tombstone.
The flying swords continued to orbit around the tombstone.
The group of cultivators repeated the same tactics over and over again.
“Stop.” That was another round.
“Count the spoils,” the hovering cultivator said.
“There are 50 swords in total… Ten without grades, 30 yellow-grades, and ten mystic-grades.” “We’re not very lucky… There’s not even a single earth-grade sword.”
“Isn’t it said that the Mausoleum of Swords would produce a good sword every now and then? Why isn’t there a single earth-grade sword after all these years?” someone questioned.
“That isn’t necessarily the case. We’ve only taken 50 swords. Swords of earth-grade and above are rare to begin with. We won’t be able to obtain them so easily.” Then, the hovering cultivator nodded and said, “Continue.”
However, the cluster of swords around the tombstone suddenly flew in another direction! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The swords collided with each other
When they flew past the sword mounds, the swords on the ground were picked up, forming a larger cluster. Seven faint radiant circles shone on the ground.
Qin Jun frowned and said, “This is bad. The Seven Terminal Formation has been activated! It’s activated just after 50 flying swords are taken? That bunch of idiots!”
Jiang Aijian was slightly stunned as well. He looked at the flying swords and said, “The door of the Mausoleum of Swords isn’t open yet! Old senior… I’ve really been conned by your disciple.”
“Hm?” Lu Zhou regarded Jiang Aijian suspiciously.
“My sources have been removed by the Darknet… I had no choice but to come here myself,” Jiang Aijian pointed at the growing mass of flying swords in the air and said with a sigh, “I’ve lost in my first showdown with Si Wuya. This is tragic…”
‘Is that the look of a man who has experienced something tragic?’
Lu Zhou said calmly, “He’s only clever in trivial matters… He wants to do away with the members of the Noble Path with the Seven Terminal Formation. It’s a good idea, but the Mausoleum of Swords Swords’ tunnel is connected to the Imperial crypts. It makes no difference even if the entrance of the Mausoleum of Swords is barred.”
Jiang Aijian scratched his head and said, “You’ve got a point.”
Qin Jun said, “Perhaps, there are other traps lying in wait in the tunnel, that’s why he’s bold enough to come up with this plan.”
“Why don’t we go and find out?” Jiang Aijian asked.
The flying swords finally gathered together. They shot mercilessly toward the bunch of Noble Path’s cultivators.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
“This is bad! The Severn Terminal Formation is activated! Retreat!”
“Fall back!”
A huge number of cultivators sprinted toward the exit.
The flying swords picked up speed and penetrated the cultivators’ chests. In just a blink of an eye, more than ten low-ranked cultivators lost their lives.
After that, avatars began to appear! Those with more profound cultivation bases activated their avatars and protective energies.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A huge Golden Body planted itself in the path of the flying swords. It was not an avatar but a Golden Body. The flying swords hit the Golden Body and were repelled.
Everyone’s attention turned to the Golden Body.