Chapter 11: Sword Burial
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On the morning of the third day, Yang Ziyu arrived early outside Yang Chongming's study, waiting.
Half a cup of tea, Yang Chongming pushed the door open.
"Yuer, are you ready?" Yang Chongming asked Yang Ziyu.
"Everything is ready and we can leave anytime."
"Okay, let's set off then."
With that, Yang Chongming walked forward, followed closely by Yang Zhiyou.
At the entrance of the Yang Residence, Dong, the steward, was already waiting with a carriage. After the father and son got on the carriage, it slowly headed towards the back mountain.
"The sword tomb guarded by my Yang family has three levels, with the first level being the place where our family forges swords, the second level being the place where swords are hidden, and the third level being the place where swords are buried."
"The third level is off-limits to anyone who is not of the Yang family bloodline. It is extremely dangerous, and you will understand why once you go there."
"What you need to do is go to that third level and find your destined sword."
"And the method of finding the sword is closely related to the Sword Refinement Technique you practice."
Yang Chongming solemnly instructed.
Yang Zhiyou saw his father giving such a serious instruction for the first time, which shows how important the Sword Tomb is to the Yang family.
"Father, are you also practicing the Qin Sword Technique?" Yang Ziyou suddenly asked.
"Not really, you are the second person in the entire Yang family to be able to practice the Qin Sword Technique," Yang Chongming sighed slightly.
"Why is that?" Yang Ziyu asked with confusion.
"The higher-level cultivation methods are not something that ordinary people can cultivate. The techniques also choose their practitioners. They are not willing to spend their entire lives on someone mediocre."
"Teaching you the Qinxin Sword Technique, your father had the intention to give it a try, but never expected that you would actually be acknowledged by it. Well, it's a blessing in disguise, and misfortune cannot be avoided."
"Since you can cultivate the Qur'an Sword Technique, it means that your talent and aptitude are extraordinary. Cherish it."
After Yang Chongming finished speaking, the expression on his face became complex, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.
"Yes, understood, Father," Yang Ziyu hesitated to speak.
After nearly an hour of travel, the carriage arrived at the back mountain. It was enveloped in dense fog, with a vast expanse of white ahead. For ordinary people, getting lost in it would lead to losing their way and never finding a way out.
"Phew."
"Lord, we have arrived," Dong the steward called out.
After getting off the car, Yang Ziyu was stunned by the scene before his eyes. There was no sign of the Sword Mound in the place behind the mountain.
"This rear mountain has been arranged with formations by my Yang family. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect any anomalies."
Yang Chongming said as he saw the puzzled expression on Yang Ziyu's face.
At this moment, Yang Chongming walked up to a huge stone and complex handprints emerged one after another. Yang Chongming shouted, "Alo Bahret, open!"
Soon, the dense fog in front of me began to dissipate rapidly, revealing a beam of light. Slowly, the barrier disappeared.
"Come in, Yu'er, follow me," said Yang Chongming as he quickly walked inside.
Once everyone entered, the barrier reappeared and the fog slowly gathered again. The footprints of the group and the tracks of the carriage immediately disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Master." "Young master." "Greetings, master."
As the father and son went further into the Sword Tomb, the number of craftsmen increased, and the sound of hammering became louder and the temperature higher. Looking towards the deepest part, a giant sword stood tall in the center, with countless iron chains attached to its blade. And on those chains, there were numerous small swords hanging.
“父亲，这里就是剑冢么？”杨子佑脸上一脸的震惊。
“剑冢是第三层，也就是我们现在要去的地方，而这里是铸剑室。”杨崇明回答道。
"Hurry up, time is passing, and the Sword Mound is becoming increasingly unsafe."
Ever since entering this place, Yang Chongming has had a furrowed brow and a serious expression on his face. After going through two teleportation arrays, he had finally arrived at his destination for this journey, the Sword Mound!
In this third layer, within the Sword Tomb, the cold is unimaginable, and everywhere is filled with visible chilly air that moves without wind. The illuminating flames emit a blue-white color that can make people feel the cold. The surrounding walls and ground are filled with numerous broken swords, long swords, short swords, and heavy swords, all with rust and buried three inches into the soil.
Looking further ahead, there is an immensely huge rock, towering about forty to fifty zhang, with a length of about ten to twenty zhang and a width of about seven to eight zhang. On top of that rock is a green stone coffin, where a vague chilling aura seems to emanate into the coffin. Surrounding the stone coffin are eight enormous dragon-headed iron chains, locked in the directions of east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest, respectively. The other eight heads of the dragon-headed iron chains penetrate deep into the steep cliffs, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Half a cup of tea, Yang Chongming pushed the door open.
"Yuer, are you ready?" Yang Chongming asked Yang Ziyu.
"Everything is ready and we can leave anytime."
"Okay, let's set off then."
With that, Yang Chongming walked forward, followed closely by Yang Zhiyou.
At the entrance of the Yang Residence, Dong, the steward, was already waiting with a carriage. After the father and son got on the carriage, it slowly headed towards the back mountain.
"The sword tomb guarded by my Yang family has three levels, with the first level being the place where our family forges swords, the second level being the place where swords are hidden, and the third level being the place where swords are buried."
"The third level is off-limits to anyone who is not of the Yang family bloodline. It is extremely dangerous, and you will understand why once you go there."
"What you need to do is go to that third level and find your destined sword."
"And the method of finding the sword is closely related to the Sword Refinement Technique you practice."
Yang Chongming solemnly instructed.
Yang Zhiyou saw his father giving such a serious instruction for the first time, which shows how important the Sword Tomb is to the Yang family.
"Father, are you also practicing the Qin Sword Technique?" Yang Ziyou suddenly asked.
"Not really, you are the second person in the entire Yang family to be able to practice the Qin Sword Technique," Yang Chongming sighed slightly.
"Why is that?" Yang Ziyu asked with confusion.
"The higher-level cultivation methods are not something that ordinary people can cultivate. The techniques also choose their practitioners. They are not willing to spend their entire lives on someone mediocre."
"Teaching you the Qinxin Sword Technique, your father had the intention to give it a try, but never expected that you would actually be acknowledged by it. Well, it's a blessing in disguise, and misfortune cannot be avoided."
"Since you can cultivate the Qur'an Sword Technique, it means that your talent and aptitude are extraordinary. Cherish it."
After Yang Chongming finished speaking, the expression on his face became complex, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.
"Yes, understood, Father," Yang Ziyu hesitated to speak.
After nearly an hour of travel, the carriage arrived at the back mountain. It was enveloped in dense fog, with a vast expanse of white ahead. For ordinary people, getting lost in it would lead to losing their way and never finding a way out.
"Phew."
"Lord, we have arrived," Dong the steward called out.
After getting off the car, Yang Ziyu was stunned by the scene before his eyes. There was no sign of the Sword Mound in the place behind the mountain.
"This rear mountain has been arranged with formations by my Yang family. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect any anomalies."
Yang Chongming said as he saw the puzzled expression on Yang Ziyu's face.
At this moment, Yang Chongming walked up to a huge stone and complex handprints emerged one after another. Yang Chongming shouted, "Alo Bahret, open!"
Soon, the dense fog in front of me began to dissipate rapidly, revealing a beam of light. Slowly, the barrier disappeared.
"Come in, Yu'er, follow me," said Yang Chongming as he quickly walked inside.
Once everyone entered, the barrier reappeared and the fog slowly gathered again. The footprints of the group and the tracks of the carriage immediately disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Master." "Young master." "Greetings, master."
As the father and son went further into the Sword Tomb, the number of craftsmen increased, and the sound of hammering became louder and the temperature higher. Looking towards the deepest part, a giant sword stood tall in the center, with countless iron chains attached to its blade. And on those chains, there were numerous small swords hanging.
“父亲，这里就是剑冢么？”杨子佑脸上一脸的震惊。
“剑冢是第三层，也就是我们现在要去的地方，而这里是铸剑室。”杨崇明回答道。
"Hurry up, time is passing, and the Sword Mound is becoming increasingly unsafe."
Ever since entering this place, Yang Chongming has had a furrowed brow and a serious expression on his face. After going through two teleportation arrays, he had finally arrived at his destination for this journey, the Sword Mound!
In this third layer, within the Sword Tomb, the cold is unimaginable, and everywhere is filled with visible chilly air that moves without wind. The illuminating flames emit a blue-white color that can make people feel the cold. The surrounding walls and ground are filled with numerous broken swords, long swords, short swords, and heavy swords, all with rust and buried three inches into the soil.
Looking further ahead, there is an immensely huge rock, towering about forty to fifty zhang, with a length of about ten to twenty zhang and a width of about seven to eight zhang. On top of that rock is a green stone coffin, where a vague chilling aura seems to emanate into the coffin. Surrounding the stone coffin are eight enormous dragon-headed iron chains, locked in the directions of east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest, respectively. The other eight heads of the dragon-headed iron chains penetrate deep into the steep cliffs, sending a shiver down one's spine.