Just then, the man suddenly smiled, and the pressure that had filled the room vanished completely, as if it had never existed even for a mont. He leaned forward calmly, his movents unhurried, and placed a jade slip on the table between them without any hesitation.
Lin Xiaotian’s gaze tightened slightly at the sudden shift, but he did not show it outwardly and simply reached forward to pick up the jade slip. As his eyes scanned its contents, his fingers paused for a brief mont, and a faint stiffness appeared in his posture before he suppressed it.
"You are here to apply as an elder and are a loose cultivator?" Lin Xiaotian asked calmly, his tone steady while his gaze remained fixed on the man sitting before him.
The man nodded lightly, his expression unchanged, as if the matter held no weight for him at all.
"And you are a Golden Core realm expert?" Lin Xiaotian continued, his voice even, though his eyes narrowed slightly as a trace of disbelief surfaced within them. A Golden Core... you really think I look like a fool?
"Yes, Sect Master," the man replied casually, lifting his cup and taking a slow sip of tea as if discussing sothing insignificant. "I am newly advanced into Golden Core, and after hearing the na of your sect, I decided to co and join."
He placed the cup down gently and looked directly at Lin Xiaotian, his tone unchanged and steady. "So, will you accept ?"
Lin Xiaotian remained silent for a mont, his fingers resting lightly against the jade slip as his thoughts moved rapidly beneath the surface. Forget Golden Core... even if he says Mahayana, I might believe it at this point, but I cannot show even a hint of that.
"Why not," he said calmly, leaning back slightly as his tone returned to its usual steady pace. "But introduce yourself properly first, fellow Daoist, since you already know who I am."
As he spoke, his Core Formation aura spread out steadily, not violently but firmly, filling the room with a controlled pressure that pressed outward without losing balance.
"I am Lin Xiaotian, Sect Master of the Celestial Origin Supre Sect, a Core Formation cultivator."
For a brief mont, the man’s expression tightened, and a faint Irritation appearing on his temple’s but he hurriedly suppressed it
"I am Tian Jian Zun from the Qian Yan Region," the man said calmly, his voice steady as a faint Golden Core aura spread outward in response. "A newly promoted Golden Core cultivator."
The air in the room grew heavier as the two pressures overlapped, causing the tea in the cups to tremble slightly before settling again as both forces stabilized.
Lin Xiaotian looked at him quietly, his gaze steady while his thoughts sharpened further. This man is not simple, even though the region he told about is just the sovereign region of the yangzhou but let alone a middle region even the central region may not have monsters like him.
such fishes don’t fall regularly better catch him till he is ta.
"Good," Lin Xiaotian said calmly, his tone firm but not harsh. "Then welco, Elder Tian, to the sect, but there are rules that you must follow."
As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly, and the illusion covering the sect began to peel away layer by layer, revealing the true environnt beneath it.
Dense spiritual qi surged outward instantly, filling the surroundings with a heavy presence as the true face of the sect revealed itself fully.
Tian Jian Zun’s eyes widened slightly for a brief mont before he suppressed it, his gaze returning to calm as he observed everything carefully. "You truly have a remarkable sect, Sect Master," he said slowly, his tone carrying a faint acknowledgnt.
Lin Xiaotian smirked slightly at that response, clearly satisfied with the reaction, before speaking again without delay. "From today onward, you are the Second Elder of this sect and the guardian of the Heavenly Book Pavilion."
Tian Jian Zun nodded lightly, then asked calmly, his tone steady. "And where are the others?"
"They are all in seclusion," Lin Xiaotian replied without hesitation, his voice even as he spoke. "You will et them shortly before the Hundred Sects Tournant."
Tian Jian Zun did not question further, but his gaze dimd slightly for a brief mont. This place... is far more interesting than expected.
As he turned to leave, Lin Xiaotian stopped him and handed over an elder token along with the location of his residence, his movents calm as if recalling sothing casually.
"Since you are now an elder of this sect and a sword cultivator," Lin Xiaotian said lightly, his tone relaxed. "Let give you a sword."
Tian Jian Zun did not show much reaction, his expression remaining calm as his thoughts moved inward. Tianjian and Wujian are already saint-grade artifacts, there should not be anything here that can surpass them.
Lin Xiaotian noticed that indifferent expression and smirked faintly, his consciousness shifting inward toward the second layer of the armory. Rows of weapons rested there in silence, each one carrying its own presence as faint resistance could be felt from them.
Semi-immortal grade artifacts stood quietly, each one rare enough to not appear even once across entire regions, and even without moving, they gave off a sense of weight.
He moved slowly among them, his gaze sweeping across the blades as faint pressure pushed back against him, showing that they had already begun forming their own will. Even though not like the seven immortal artifacts but already enough
After a brief mont, he selected three swords, a faint grin forming in his mind as he made his choice.
The next instant, space tore open cleanly, and three swords appeared in front of Tian Jian Zun without any warning.
They did not release overwhelming light or chaotic power, but the mont they appeared, the air shifted as if sothing heavy had been placed into the room.
The space around them distorted slightly, forming faint ripples as if even the surroundings could not remain stable under their presence. A low hum spread outward, not as sound but as pressure that pressed into everything nearby.
One sword stood steady, its presence heavy and unmoving, as if it could suppress anything placed before it without needing to act.
Another sword carried a sharpness that was not visible, yet the space near its edge seed slightly torn, as if sothing invisible had already been cut apart.
The third sword remained completely still, yet the silence around it deepened, as if its presence erased everything nearby without resistance.
The table beneath them cracked instantly, thin lines spreading across its surface before it shattered into pieces under the weight of their presence.
Lin Xiaotian lifted his hand slightly, sealing their leaking aura before it could spread further and disturb the entire room. The pressure vanished instantly, and the surroundings returned to normal, but the swords remained floating there quietly.
Tian Jian Zun did not move; his eyes locked onto the three blades as his calm expression finally broke for a brief mont. For the first ti, his focus sharpened completely, and he could no longer treat what stood before him casually.
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