PFC Chapter 19 Treasure Pavilion
Chapter 19 Treasure Pavilion
Two days later, the snowstorm indeed stopped.
Su Wusi knocked on Luo Zaishui's door: "Senior Sister, let's go enjoy the snow."
She was holding a thick white cloak in her hand, smiling broadly.
Luo Zai Shui took the cloak offered to her and looked around: "Where is the others?"
"They should have already gone, Senior Sister, let's hurry over too."
Su Wusi took her hand and walked towards the back mountain.
"Ji Tinghan, is your formation really windproof?"
Jian Muyi poked at the talisman that Ji Tinghan had pasted on the pavilion, expressing his doubts about Ji Tinghan's abilities.
Ji Tinghan impatiently kicked him away: "Get out of the way, don't break it!"
Xue Xin fiddled with his medicine furnace to the side: "Jian Muyi, lend me a fire."
"I'm coming!"
With a whoosh, the flames in the furnace leaped a meter high, startling Xue Xin so much that he fell to the side.
"It's too big, it's too big! Shrink it, or you'll burn my stove!"
"Oh." Jian Muyi slightly controlled his tone. "What are you trying to do?"
"Make ginger tea for my senior sister. Master said that ginger tea is the best way to dispel cold."
Xue Xin put ginger slices and rock sugar into the teapot, stir-fried them until fragrant, and then added the spiritual spring water from the back mountain: "Alright, by the time Senior Sister arrives, the ginger tea should be ready."
"Senior Sister and the others are here! Senior Sister!" Jian Muyi, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot the white figure not far away.
Luo Zai Shui exhaled a puff of white breath: "You're all here."
Ji Tinghan hurriedly activated the formation: "Senior sister, quickly come into the pavilion, it's cold outside."
Luo Zai Shui looked around at Ji Ting Han's formation and laughed, "You set this up? It's really good."
Xue Xin brought over freshly heated ginger tea and poured a cup for each of them: "Senior Sister, drink some ginger tea to warm yourself up first."
She took the slightly hot teacup and looked around: "Hasn't your senior brother arrived yet?"
The group exchanged meaningful glances, and Su Wusi spoke first: "Senior Sister, look over there!"
A white figure appeared before them. The person was dressed in white, holding a long sword with a red ribbon tied to the hilt.
Luo Zai Shui was startled, and then came the sword technique she knew best.
The bright red plum blossoms, unable to withstand the fierce sword wind, fell one after another. The red ribbon on the sword hilt fluttered with the sword's movements. In the world, the red and white were an absolute sight.
Luo Zai Shui was engrossed in watching when the sect leader roared, "You brat, you've ruined your grandmaster's plum blossoms again, haven't you!"
"Run!" Jian Muyi was the first to rush out of the pavilion. "If Master catches us, we'll be sweeping the library again! Run!"
Su Wusi grabbed Luo Zaishui's hand, and the group disappeared in a flash.
"What are you doing running around in the water!" The sect leader laughed angrily. "I didn't say I was going to punish you. Besides, whoever broke it will be punished."
"Master." Shi Ming bowed respectfully.
The sect leader arrogantly raised his chin and snorted, "Let's take advantage of this patch of plum blossoms and see if we can anger your grandmaster back to life someday."
"This disciple knows his mistake."
Shi Ming lowered his head, his proper demeanor making him appear humble.
"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to talk to you guys." The sect leader waved his hand and then revealed the purpose of his visit. "You've brought back quite a few things from the secret realm recently, and I think it's a waste to just leave them there. Why don't you go to the treasure pavilion and pick out a suitable weapon?"
Every direct disciple of Xianyun Peak would visit the Treasure Pavilion, but when they could enter was decided by the elders of Xianyun Peak. The fact that the sect leader allowed them to enter and choose weapons this time was also an acknowledgment of their abilities.
However, being able to get in and being able to get weapons are two different things.
Luo Zai Shui adjusted her cloak: "I don't think I need to go, I already have the Luo Shui Sword."
Although Luo Shui never claimed a master and she never drew it, Luo Shui was indeed her sword.
The sect leader waved his hand dismissively: "All disciples will enter the Treasure Pavilion once. You might find a magic weapon that suits you better there. The Treasure Pavilion will open tomorrow, so please think carefully when choosing your magic weapon."
"clear."
"Let's go. It's cold outside, Junior Sister should be careful not to catch a cold." Shi Ming looked at everyone. "Everyone, let's go back and make some preparations for entering the Treasure Pavilion."
The sect leader nodded with satisfaction; she truly was worthy of being his disciple.
"Senior Brother, what are we preparing?" Jian Muyi asked.
The sect leader was exasperated: "Of course you should go back and recuperate, so you can enter the treasure pavilion in the best possible condition. You think you're choosing the magic weapon, but actually, the magic weapon is choosing you. How can you be so slow-witted?"
Jian Muyi rubbed his head: "I understand, Master..."
"Alright, alright, go back and rest now. Seeing you all makes me upset."
"Yes."
The treasure pavilion on Xianyun Peak has seven floors. The higher you go, the higher the grade of the magical artifacts. At the same time, there are different restrictions on different magical artifacts, so there is a certain risk involved. However, as long as you are not greedy, there is generally no danger.
The magical artifacts below the fourth floor were not worth the attention of the direct disciples, so they went straight to the fifth floor to start looking for various magical artifacts.
Su Wusi gently stroked the various famous swords placed on the wall. Back then, the Wen family burned down Xianyun Peak, and the books in the library and the treasures in the treasure pavilion were almost completely destroyed. He never thought that they would be brought back to life.
Seeing that she was engrossed in looking at the swords, Jian Muyi assumed that she had taken a liking to one of them: "Junior Sister, what do you think of the swords here?"
Su Wusi gently stroked the sword: "It's pretty good, but it probably won't catch your eye, Senior Brother."
Jian Muyi chuckled and said, "I think so too. Why don't we go up there and take a look?"
"it is good."
The magical artifacts used by sword cultivators are very simple, consisting of various kinds of swords. After they had seen enough of the swords on the fifth floor, they went to the sixth floor first.
Shi Ming, who was also a sword cultivator, didn't seem to be in such a hurry. He stood next to Luo Zai Shui and examined the various magical artifacts one by one.
The magical artifacts used by talisman cultivators and array cultivators are much more diverse, including compasses, wolf-hair brushes, abacuses, and so on. There are also some offensive magical artifacts, such as daggers, ribbons, and whips.
However, none of these caught their eye.
"Let's go take a look on the sixth floor," Shi Ming suggested.
"it is good."
The sixth floor had far fewer magical artifacts, making it feel much more spacious. Luo Zai Shui looked around but couldn't see Jian Mu Yi and Su Wu Si.
Where are they?
"Could they have gone to the seventh floor?" Ji Tinghan frowned. "With so many weapons here, how could they have checked them so quickly?"
"Maybe they just want to check out the seventh floor? Let's choose one first." Luo Zai Shui didn't think too much about it; there shouldn't be any danger in the treasure pavilion.
Ji Tinghan's eyes were drawn to a folding fan. This fan was somewhat similar to Xie Jing's, but it was decorated with a landscape painting, giving it a unique charm.
The moment his hand touched the folding fan, he was sucked into a vortex.
"Listen to the cold!"
The whole process happened so fast that before Luo Zai Shui could react, Ji Ting Han had already disappeared.
Shi Ming was the quickest to calm down: "It's alright, he was probably chosen by the magical artifact to enter the trial."
Luo Zai Shui blinked and calmed down: "Why haven't I heard the sect leader mention this? They shouldn't be in any danger, right?"
Shi Ming wasn't sure either: "It should be fine. Once the trial is passed, the magic weapon will recognize its master."
Before long, Xue Xin also chose his magical artifact. He selected a bow and arrow and was also pulled into the trial.
"Senior Brother?"
Shi Ming, who was originally following behind her, suddenly disappeared, presumably having chosen his own magical artifact.
Luo Zai Shui was still bored, having not yet chosen a magic weapon. She figured she probably wouldn't be chosen by the treasure pavilion's magic weapon, but since she was already here, she might as well go to the seventh floor and broaden her horizons.
The seventh floor was much more cluttered than the other floors. Various ritual implements were hung on a shelf, appearing dull and lackluster in the dim candlelight. No, it should be said that they were like pearls covered in dust.
Perhaps it was the resonance between Luo Zai Shui's thoughts and the magical artifacts here that caused the artifacts on the wall to tremble slightly, emitting a metallic clanging sound.
Luo Zai Shui was startled and took half a step back. The magical artifacts began to emit a dazzling light, as if showing off their glory to her.
Luo Zai Shui had seen some of these magical artifacts in books. They had glorious battle records and were left here after their masters died, waiting for the next destined person.
Luo Zai Shui couldn't help but feel a little regretful; it was a pity that so many famous artifacts were gathering dust here.
However, she could only feel regret, knowing that she was not capable of controlling any of them and unleashing their full power.
"Zheng—"
A sword's cry caught her attention. Unlike the sword cries she had heard before, this one was shorter and more urgent, as if it were calling out something.
As if guided by some strange force, Luo Zai Shui walked up to the sword.
This sword is about six feet long, entirely black, and the scabbard is engraved with the words "Remnant Rainbow," which is presumably the name of the sword.
At the moment the Remnant Rainbow Sword rang out, all the other magical artifacts fell silent.
Luo Zai Shui gently placed her hand on the sword, thinking that she must have been summoned by the sword.
She drew her sword, its gleaming blade reflecting her eyes. The long-forgotten sword was seeing the light of day again. But when she drew the entire sword, Luo Zai Shui was taken aback.
This sword is actually a broken sword!
Before she could react, she was taken to the trial grounds.
"You are...his grand-disciple?"
A baby floated down in front of her and looked her over carefully.
"May I ask who you are, senior...?"
For any impressive person you don't know, just call them "senpai" (senior).
The baby stepped back a few meters: "Me? I am your grandmaster's first sword, named Changhong."
"Changhong?" Luo Zai Shui thought she had misheard. "Shouldn't you be called Canhong?"
Unexpectedly, this remark only enraged it: "You're the crippled one! You're the crippled one! I'm not a crippled sword anymore! I'm my master's first spirit sword, how could he possibly abandon me!"
Luo Zai Shui looked somewhat bewildered: "You mean, you should be called Chang Hong?"
The baby said smugly, "That's right, my owner named it, isn't it nice?"
"But the words 'Remnant Rainbow' are engraved on your scabbard, so I thought..."
"Sheath? What sheath?" The toddler looked confused. "I don't have a sheath. I've been separated from my sheath for many years."
Luo Zai Shui understood; the scabbard must have been remade for it by someone else, but why it was changed to the words "Remnant Rainbow" was unknown.
The baby seemed to have a very short memory, forgetting about its sword's name in no time. It circled around Luo Zai Shui, saying, "You have the aura of your master, so he must approve of you. I want to recognize you as my master."
"But I already have a sword." Even though I can't pull it out.
Luo Zai Shui really had no intention of finding magical artifacts. She felt that these things would be a waste on her and that it would be better to leave them for someone else.
The baby threw a tantrum: "I don't care! I only want you! I don't like anyone else, you're the only one I like."
Luo Zai Shui rubbed his temples: "I'm very weak, I'm only at the Qi Refining stage now."
"It's okay, I'm strong, I'll protect you, choose me, choose me, I really want to get out."