Chapter 86 1 opportunities
Time flies, and a month goes by in a flash.
As the challenges on the Inner Gate Elite List became more intense, Shangguan Jiannan also welcomed more challengers.
However, with his extraordinary strength and strong will, he resolved the crises one by one and finally stood firm.
Finally, on that day, a resounding voice echoed over the square like the sound of nature: "The above are the places to enter the netherworld."
This sentence was like a magic needle that calmed everyone down.
Shangguan Jiannan also breathed a sigh of relief, a long-lost relaxed smile appearing on his face.
He knew very well that the hard work and dedication of the past three months had finally paid off.
As many disciples dispersed, Shangguan Jiannan became more cheerful.
He looked at the unknown world in the distance - the underworld, his heart full of expectation and longing.
He knows that the road ahead is still long, but he is ready to meet all challenges and opportunities.
In an instant, Shangguan Jiannan's body seemed to be pierced by an invisible and sharp hurricane. His heart suddenly tightened and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily.
In the blink of an eye, a familiar and majestic voice, like the sound of an ancient bell, rang in his ears: "Stand still and follow me."
As he spoke, an irresistible force wrapped him tightly. When his feet touched the solid snow again, Shangguan Jiannan let out a long breath as if he had been in another world, with turbulent waves surging in his heart.
"This... could this be the legendary space-shifting technique?" he muttered to himself, his eyes involuntarily looking to his side.
He saw an old man in plain coarse cloth clothes, with a stern face and deep eyes, staring at him quietly. It was his master, Yin Wuqing, the Lord of Sealing Heaven Sword.
The two were now standing on the top of a snowy mountain, surrounded by howling winds that seemed to be shuttling across the sky with endless wails.
All around, towering ancient trees swayed in the strong wind, like the surging waves of a green ocean; in the distance, magnificent palaces were scattered around in an orderly manner, like pearls left in heaven, and occasionally a few figures flashed through the void like ghosts.
Shangguan Jiannan recognized at a glance that this was the forbidden area of the Tianjian Sect - the secret place on the top of the snow mountain.
"Master, why did you bring me here?" In addition to being shocked, a hint of doubt flashed in Shangguan Jiannan's eyes, and he asked softly.
Yin Wuqing turned around, put his hands behind his back, his eyes full of relief and joy, as if he saw the flowers that he had nurtured with years of hard work finally blooming.
"Although we are master and disciple, I am usually busy with sect affairs and have neglected to teach you."
He said slowly, "I used to think that it was rare for you to be among the top fifty in the sect competition. Even if you didn't make it to the top ten, I would fight for a place in the Netherworld for you to go and gain some experience."
Hearing this, Shangguan Jiannan felt a warm current in his heart, and at the same time he was filled with surprise: it turned out that the master had already paved the way for him.
Yin Wuqing continued, "However, you have grown at an astonishing speed. In just three months, you have jumped to ninth place. This is beyond my expectations. As my disciple, you naturally cannot be mediocre."
At this point, his tone changed and became unusually firm, "Today, I will grant you a good fortune to help you shine in the netherworld, and let everyone know that my disciple Yin Wuqing is definitely not an ordinary person!"
"Huh? This is what happened."
When Shangguan Jiannan heard this, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Yin Wuqing in surprise.
Yin Wuqing had a calm expression. With a flick of his finger, an ancient obsidian dagger about a foot long appeared in his palm.
Shangguan Jiannan looked at it carefully. The sword was as black as night, without any luster. Even the sharp blade did not gleam with the slightest cold light, making it look extremely ordinary.
If it hadn't been made by his master, he would probably not have even taken a second look at it in the market.
This sword is so ordinary that it is even inferior to ordinary iron swords. It is dull and lifeless, as if time has worn away all its edge.
"Master, this sword..."
After staring for a long time, Shangguan Jiannan finally couldn't suppress his doubts and looked at Yin Wuqing, wanting to ask for details.
"This sword was found by me by chance in an ancient site. I am giving it to you now. Perhaps you can regard it as an opportunity."
Yin Wuqing spoke in a calm tone. After he finished speaking, he raised his wrist lightly, and the dagger fell gently into Shangguan Jiannan's hand like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.
Hearing this, Shangguan Jiannan's expression changed slightly, and ripples arose in his heart.
Obtained from ancient relics? By chance? However, the appearance of this sword is hard to believe.
It is neither sharp nor special, and the blade is even worn and cracked.
"Master, I don't understand..."
Shangguan Jiannan looked up, his eyes full of confusion and doubt.
"There are only five days left before the Netherworld opens. I hope you will practice diligently and not bring shame to your master."
Yin Wuqing did not directly respond to Shangguan Jiannan's question. Instead, he changed the subject and mentioned the upcoming trial.
After he finished speaking, he moved his body, and with a strong gust of wind, he jumped down from the top of the peak in an instant, turning into a black shadow and disappearing in a flash.