Yang Fan led the group of young boys and girls to the front of Myriad Swords Peak. He said to these junior brothers and sisters, "The mountain peak in front of you is called Myriad Swords Peak. It was forged from a meteorite collected by our Deputy Sect Master. On it, there are array patterns carved by our Deputy Sect Master. These array patterns form a Sword Nurturing Array. Each sword here has developed its own sentience."
"And the third trial is for you to draw a sword. If you can successfully draw a sword within an hour, it means that the sword has acknowledged you, and that sword will become your most trusted battle partner in the future."
"Senior Brother, can we only draw one sword?" someone asked.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Spiritual swords have sentience. Being able to draw one sword demonstrates a person's talent in swordsmanship. If multiple spiritual swords can recognize the same master at the same time, then..."
Saying that, Yang Fan shook his head and said, "Such a situation has never occurred over the years. I am looking forward to seeing someone who can have multiple spiritual swords recognize them as their master."
"What if we can't draw even one sword?"
As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned, and Yang Fan also restrained his smile. He said seriously, "I told you before that the third trial is related to your starting point in the sect. If you can get a spiritual sword to recognize you as its master, then you can directly become an inner disciple of the sect and enjoy the rich benefits of an inner disciple. If you fail to get a spiritual sword to recognize you, then you can only start as an outer disciple, step by step, steadily climbing towards higher positions."
The young boys and girls' expressions changed slightly after hearing this. Most of them were from aristocratic families and kingdoms, born into wealth, so they naturally knew the difference between outer and inner disciples.
Some people began to worry about what would happen if they failed to get a spiritual sword to recognize them, while some were particularly confident in themselves.
"Senior Brother, when do we start?"
At this time, Yi Jifeng said.
Yang Fan looked at Yi Jifeng. He was quite impressed with Yi Jifeng. Yi Jifeng was the most relaxed among those who had undergone his sword intent baptism in the first trial. After experiencing his sword intent baptism, others were sweating profusely and pale, but Yi Jifeng only sweated slightly and looked normal.
He couldn't help but guess whether Yi Jifeng had some special physique, otherwise, a little guy in the Awakening Realm couldn't possibly withstand one percent of his sword intent without being affected.
However, he didn't have the ability to read fortunes. Even if Yi Jifeng had some special physique, he couldn't see it.
Facing Yi Jifeng's question, Yang Fan said, "Go ahead."
Upon hearing this, everyone rushed towards the small path carved out of the mountain, beginning their sword-drawing journey.
Yi Jifeng and Duanmu Yun walked behind the crowd. Duanmu Yun didn't have much confidence, but Yi Jifeng kept comforting her.
"Sister Duanmu, it's okay!"
"Young Master, I have a bad feeling." Duanmu Yun said with a sad face.
"Sister Duanmu, you used to say that a woman's sixth sense is very accurate, but every time I sneaked out, you said I wouldn't be discovered, and every time I was caught back by my dad, your sixth sense was never accurate." Yi Jifeng said with a wry smile.
Duanmu Yun also blushed.
"Don't worry, Sister Duanmu, at worst, I'll draw a few more swords and give them to you." Yi Jifeng said.
"Young Master, you're just saying that. Senior Brother said that these spiritual swords have sentience. Being able to draw one is already very good. You still want to draw a few more." Duanmu Yun's mood relaxed a lot.
"Sister Duanmu, you can't call me Young Master anymore. We are now fellow disciples. You are older than me, so I should call you Senior Sister Duanmu, and you have to call me Junior Brother." Yi Jifeng said seriously.
"How can that be? Young Master is Young Master. No matter where we are, you are still my Young Master." Duanmu Yun shook her head repeatedly. The concept of Yi Jifeng being her young master was deeply ingrained in her mind. It would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to change it.
Seeing this, Yi Jifeng stopped dwelling on the matter. As long as he regarded Duanmu Yun as his sister in his heart, that would be enough.
Soon, the two arrived in front of a sword. Yi Jifeng asked Duanmu Yun to try first. Duanmu Yun used all her strength, but she couldn't pull it out.
"Young Master, I can't do it. You try." Duanmu Yun asked.
Yi Jifeng nodded, placed his hand on the hilt, and with a gentle pull, a spiritual sword revealing a cold light was pulled out with a "clang" sound.
Hearing the sound of the sword, everyone looked at Yi Jifeng.
"He actually obtained the recognition of a spiritual sword so quickly." Someone said in shock.
"Oh? So fast!" Yang Fan also noticed Yi Jifeng. He looked at him in surprise. Yi Jifeng was the first to draw a spiritual sword.
"Young Master, you're too amazing!" Duanmu Yun said happily. She seemed even happier than if she had drawn it herself.
"Hehe, is that so?" Yi Jifeng scratched his head embarrassedly. He didn't expect to pull it out so easily.
In the clouds, the Golden Ancient Emperor looked at Yi Jifeng and said, "Boss, this kid is actually a natural sword body, but he doesn't have sword bones. He's a bit worse than Bei Fei."
"Natural sword body, sword bones are naturally formed, how can it be so easy? Only three have appeared in the myriad realms, and two are dead." Gu Changsheng took a sip of wine, fully affirming the rarity of a natural sword body with naturally formed sword bones.
Soon, someone drew the second spiritual sword, and this person was still Yi Jifeng.
"This kid!" Yang Fan suddenly flew into the sky, looking at Yi Jifeng in shock. He had just said that he was looking forward to someone being recognized by multiple spiritual swords, and now it had actually happened.
But Yi Jifeng's next move almost made Yang Fan fall from the sky. He saw Yi Jifeng hand the second spiritual sword to Duanmu Yun and said, "Here, Sister Duanmu, this way you'll have a spiritual sword."
"This..." Duanmu Yun hesitated to take it. Just as Yi Jifeng was about to force the sword into Duanmu Yun's hand, he was stopped by Yang Fan in time.
Yang Fan grabbed Yi Jifeng's hand and said, "Boy, do you want to kill her!"
"Senior Brother, how could I possibly harm my Sister Duanmu? I just want her to be like me and become an inner disciple." Yi Jifeng said in confusion.
"I said before that spiritual swords have sentience. Once it recognizes you as its master, it can't be given to a second person, otherwise that person will be backlashed by the spirit of the spiritual sword. This girl hasn't entered the Awakening Realm yet. If you give her the spiritual sword, she will be killed instantly by the spirit of the spiritual sword. Giving it to her is equal to harming her." Yang Fan said seriously.
"How could that be? Sister Duanmu, I didn't mean to, really, I... I didn't know it would be like this..." Yi Jifeng explained in a panic.
Duanmu Yun smiled and said, "Young Master, I know you wouldn't harm me, and I think it's better to draw the spiritual sword yourself. If you do this, I'm afraid you'll violate the sect rules and be punished."
"There's no such rule!" Yang Fan said from the side. The Deputy Sect Master who formulated the sect rules never expected that someone would give the spiritual sword to someone else, but this has to be reported and changes made in time.
"Oh oh, I pulled it out!"
At this time, a girl in the distance waved the spiritual sword in her hand happily, attracting the envy of others.
Soon, someone else drew a spiritual sword. It was a young boy. He didn't look so excited, but the excitement in his eyes couldn't be suppressed. After confirming his eyes, he was a boy pretending to be profound.
An hour passed quickly. Including Yi Jifeng, only eleven people drew spiritual swords and successfully advanced to become inner disciples.
During this period, Yi Jifeng drew seven more swords in succession, and a total of nine spiritual swords recognized him as their master.
Looking at Yi Jifeng carrying nine spiritual swords crisscrossed behind him, Yang Fan, who had been prepared since Yi Jifeng drew the second sword, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
The others looked at Yi Jifeng carrying nine spiritual swords behind him, with only envy and no jealousy in their eyes.
If Yi Jifeng was only recognized by two or three spiritual swords, then they would be jealous, but now that he was recognized by nine spiritual swords, the two sides were not on the same level at all, and they were not qualified to be jealous.
Duanmu Yun, on the other hand, looked depressed. She was not recognized by any spiritual sword and could only become an outer disciple, and would have to be separated from the Young Master in the future.
"Don't be discouraged if you haven't been recognized by a spiritual sword. I'll take you to the top of the peak later. There, the major elders of our Seven Star Sword Sect are gathered. If you are lucky enough to be selected by them, you can also leave the outer disciples and become the elder's personal disciple."
Yang Fan's words rekindled the hope of the young boys and girls who had not been recognized by the spiritual swords.
Yes, the way of the sword is not to say that you can't cultivate if you are not recognized by a spiritual sword, and ultimately it depends on yourself.
So a group of young boys and girls once again took the flying boat to the top of Myriad Swords Peak with anticipation.
"Here they come, here they come, did you remember what I just told you?" Li Beifei noticed Yang Fan's flying boat and immediately asked the elders.
"Sect Master, don't worry, we can't beat you in a fight, but when it comes to acting, we are older than you after all, and we are still very confident." Someone replied with a smile.
"That's the best."
Li Beifei nodded with satisfaction, hum, little girl, let you say "I don't know what the Seven Star Sword Sect is", today this teacher will give you a little lesson!
In the clouds, Houtu looked at Gu Changsheng with a smile, and said, "You rebellious disciple, you have inherited you very well in terms of bad taste!"
"..."
"Rebellious disciple!"
Gu Changsheng said with gritted teeth.
