Chapter 370:
Among the mountains and forests.
A squirrel was nibbling on a pine cone in its paws when suddenly it sensed sothing. It shook its fluffy tail, looked up, and saw a flash of blood-red figure pass by.
Xue Changhe displayed lightness skill, leaping between the trees with a lightness like a flying swallow.
His inner strength was extrely deep and profound, surpassing what ordinary people could achieve even after practicing diligently for generations.
Traveling from Baichuan City to here, his breathing remained steady and rhythmic, with only a slight sweat on his forehead.
Despite his young age, Xue Changhe’s martial arts skills were already top-notch when he first erged, ranking first on the Strength List for a ti.
Back in the era before the Inhuman War more than forty years ago, even if he didn’t reach the top in the world, he was still one of the few superb martial artists in the world.
At this mont, his brow was furrowed as he contemplated the mysterious red-clothed woman who had stolen the stone sword earlier.
He only lacked a bit of experience and combat experience, in terms of martial arts, Xue Changhe was considered top-notch.
But the mysterious woman in red, who easily caught the stone sword, was hard for him to figure out.
"The guardians of Sword Tomb have always been mysterious, their origins unknown, seeming to not be skilled in martial arts?"
Lost in thought, he suddenly arrived at Sword Casting Village.
Sword Casting Village was once famous, producing nurous renowned swords, including the Human Emperor Sword from three hundred years ago.
However, that was hundreds of years ago.
After the first guardian Sword Demon killed the swordsmith, the village beca history, completely abandoned.
In front of Xue Changhe now, the village stood in ruins, with collapsed walls revealing dilapidated buildings, walls covered in cracks, ground overgrown with weeds, and items covered in dust.
When Sword Casting Village was still standing, "Sword Tomb" was just a hidden place behind the village for storing swords.
But after the swordsmith’s death, the entire deserted village beca known as "Sword Tomb" in the legends of the martial world.
"Who would live in such a spooky place as a gravekeeper? It doesn’t feel like where a living person would stay."
Xue Changhe frowned as he stepped into the crumbling gates of the mansion.
As soon as he entered, a chilling breeze hit him, even though the sun was shining brightly overhead.
Xue Changhe furrowed his brows even deeper, feeling a montary urge to leave.
The leaders of the Xue family throughout generations all sought stability. After all, the accumulated power of their ancestors rested on their shoulders. If a leader passed away prematurely without passing on the power in ti, centuries of accumulation would be lost. ??????????????
Xue Changhe was younger and more spirited than the previous family leaders.
"Can’t retreat… Other martial artists from Baichuan City have also heard about the Sword Tomb from the gravekeeper. They must be on their way here."
"I used my agility to arrive early. It would be aningless to hesitate now."
Xue Changhe stood still, bowed towards the empty Sword Tomb, and solemnly said:
"Xue family Xue Changhe went into the mountain today to seek a sword!"
"Xue family Xue Changhe went into the mountain today to seek a sword…"
The sound echoed through the empty mountain village from far away, resonating repeatedly.
Though the Sword Casting Village no longer existed, the remaining Sword Tomb still held onto so of the old customs of the village.
Seeking swords from the mountain was one of them.
Seeing no one around to answer, Xue Changhe didn’t stop, he just lifted his feet and continued walking inside.
In the center of the village courtyard, there was a large stone over ten ters high, on which several large characters were carved: Sword-cleaning Pool.
However, there was no water pool around the giant stone, only a long-dried-up deep pit, with cracked and dry soil inside, containing hundreds of swords sticking crookedly.
"Following the tradition of the Sword Casting Village hundreds of years ago, those who visit the village must clean their swords in the Sword-cleaning Pool with spring water, as a small gesture of respect for the visiting swordsn… But this Sword-cleaning Pool…"
Xue Changhe focused his gaze and saw hundreds of rusty swords in the soil, just like the mansion, they were already in poor condition, covered in rust with dull edges.
Besides these rusty swords, there were also several skeletons of the deceased in the surrounding land, so of them still holding a rusty long sword.
"Are these the swordsn who died seeking the swords?"
With a thought in his mind, Xue Changhe continued to walk forward.
"This eerie place doesn’t seem welcoming, were the seekers of the swords killed by the grave keepers?"
Xue Changhe thought about this and then bent down to examine the injuries on a skeleton nearby.
But as he approached, a sudden sense of danger made him quickly turn his head.
The rusty long sword held by the skeleton flew out suddenly, narrowly missing his cheek like a sharp arrow.
Xue Changhe stood up and looked around.
He saw in the "Sword Washing Pool" he had just passed, thousands of broken swords with sharp edges pointing towards him.
………….
Sword Casting Village’s back mountain.
The woman in red held a stone sword, and with a bit of force, she slanted the stone sword into the soil on the mountaintop.
"Another person seeking a sword has co." The woman in red looked down at the villa below the mountain.
"How far can this Xue Changhe go again?"
The woman in red held the stone sword in her hand, seemingly speaking to the sword, but also speaking to herself.
"The Sword Cleaning Pool is the first step, with a thousand broken swords."
"These are the lingering spirits of swordsn who failed to obtain a sword and died."
"The second step is Sword Tomb."
……………
Fifteen minutes later.
Xue Changhe walked through the deserted mountain village.
His robe had a few cuts on it, his face looked okay, but with a hint of confusion.
With his martial arts skills, dealing with those rusty swords was not a problem, the cuts on his robe were more from surprise.
"Being a powerful ‘spirit’ as a 3rd rank Spirit Refining martial artist, it’s easy to control objects externally, but handling hundreds of broken swords is quite unusual… it doesn’t seem like a martial art."
Xue Changhe paused his steps, and after walking out the back door of the mountain village, his view suddenly beca clear.
The small hill wasn’t very tall, just a small slope, but on top of this slope stood many earthen mounds, resembling a graveyard of the deceased.
Xue Changhe walked closer to one of the mud graves to read the tombstone in front of it.
[The na of the sword, Burning Silence.]
[In the fifth year of the Yuanhe era, Zhao Ziying went to Sword Casting Village to seek a sword and obtained "Burning Silence".]
In the twentieth year of the Yuanhe era, Zhao Ziying’s na rose to Tide Listening Building, ranking tenth in the world, becoming the leader of contemporary swordsmanship and known as the "Fire Cloud Sword Lord" far and wide.
In the twenty-second year of the Yuanhe era, he fought against the royal offspring of the Great Yan, nad "Yan Shenji
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