Don't Cause Trouble Chapter 71: Sword Tomb

First, he exchanged moves with Xu Chengyu, who was at the Nascent Soul stage. Then Zhou Yun stepped up right after. Her sword strikes were fierce, filled with fiery energy. Yi Xuan, likewise, held nothing back every move was sharp and cold.

They were at roughly the same cultivation level, but the same problem persisted: whether it was in technique or sword intent, Yi Xuan was still not as refined as Zhou Yun. But every strike he made was with his full strength, never holding back.

Pushed to her limits by Yi Xuan, Zhou Yun misjudged her force. With one full-powered strike, she broke his sword.

For a sword cultivator, a broken sword is no small matter. Zhou Yun immediately stopped and apologized, "I lost control, sorry…"

Yi Xuan half-knelt and picked up the broken half of his sword. This was the sword his sect master had given him. He remembered what his master had said happily at the time:

"Little Yi Xuan finally has his own path. It’s okay if you don’t want to refine weapons just focus on the sword from now on."

It was a good sword. At the very least, the forging technique was strong enough to support Yi Xuan this far. It was just that the materials weren’t top-tier, not as good as the one Zhou Yun used.

Offstage, Xu Chengyu moved his hand and summoned his own sword, which flew over to Yi Xuan. "Junior Brother Yi, use mine for now."

Yi Xuan didn’t look at Xu Chengyu or Elder Xin Shenzi first, he looked straight at Ye Su, gripping his broken sword tightly.

"Keep going," Ye Su met Yi Xuan’s gaze and said.

Only then did Yi Xuan slowly reach out and take Xu Chengyu’s sword. As soon as he touched it, he felt an unfamiliar sword intent, it pricked his palm slightly with pain.

He stored the broken sword away and faced Zhou Yun once more, sword intent fierce and resolute.

Zhou Yun was clearly unsettled by having broken his sword just now. Her movements slowed, and she relied on instinct to fend off Yi Xuan’s strikes.

As they crossed paths, Yi Xuan said in a low voice, "I don’t need you to go easy on me."

Zhou Yun gave a little "Ah?" and said, "I’m not the type to hold back."

That woke her up with a jolt. If Elder Xin below the stage noticed, he’d grab her and scold her until the entire sect knew.

Elder Xin was infamous for being unfiltered, he could say or do anything.

Zhou Yun snapped back to focus. Her sword rose with a whoosh, like a dragon darting through lightning, and stabbed toward Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan twisted his wrist slightly, raised his arm, and placed the sword horizontally in front of his throat, blocking the tip of her sword. He kept stepping backward.

Zhou Yun gripped her sword tightly, then leapt up again and struck harder. Her sword tip repeatedly hit Yi Xuan’s sword, but since both swords were of high quality, neither broke, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

Suddenly, Yi Xuan withdrew his sword and completely exposed himself.

Zhou Yun was startled and hurried to pull her sword back but unexpectedly, Yi Xuan struck. One thrust aimed straight at her chest.

"……"

Yi Xuan withdrew his sword, his expression blank. "You said you wouldn’t hold back."

"This was just a sparring match!" Zhou Yun replied, clearly annoyed. "You were testing me!"

From below the stage, Ma Congqiu immediately jumped up and said, "Let me, let me!"

He always lost to his senior brother, and now that his brother’s sword was in Yi Xuan’s hands, if he could win even once against that sword, he’d be satisfied.

But Ma Congqiu underestimated how quickly Yi Xuan had improved. From Xu Chengyu to Zhou Yun, the two sword cultivators’ refined techniques had already helped Yi Xuan adapt—and he was now getting used to Xu Chengyu’s sword as well.

So when Ma Congqiu came up now, his advantage had already dropped significantly.

Sure enough, in the third round, Ma Congqiu fought hard. It was as difficult as when he used to face Senior Brother himself. In the end, he still lost to Yi Xuan.

"No more, I give up. Why are all the Qianji Sect people like this?" Ma Congqiu felt personally attacked. It was bad enough they all looked good—why did they have to improve so fast, too?

Yi Xuan stepped down and handed the sword back to Xu Chengyu. "Thank you."

He showed no joy about winning two matches.

"Senior Sister," Yi Xuan brought out the broken sword, "can this be repaired?"

Repairing broken swords is a required skill for weapon refiners, and of course Ye Su knew how. But before she could answer, she received a secret sound transmission.

【Say it can’t be repaired! Disciples of the Sword Sect who reach the Golden Core stage can go to the Sword Tomb and choose a new sword.】

There was no doubt—only Xin Shenzi present had the ability to use secret sound transmission.

"I can fix it," Ye Su began, but was immediately glared at by Xin Shenzi. She added on her own, "But it’s no longer suitable for you."

Yi Xuan looked down at the broken sword in his hand. On the hilt, the characters "Shun Sui" were carved, his sect master’s heartfelt blessing for him.

"Junior Brother Yi, the Sword Tomb of our sect will be opened soon," Xu Chengyu, who also received Elder Xin’s secret transmission, said. "You’re part of our Sword Sect. You’ll be able to go in and choose a good sword."

Xin Shenzi gave Xu Chengyu a satisfied look, he’d hit less hard the next time he beat him.

Ye Su took the broken sword from Yi Xuan. "I’ll fix it for you to keep as a keepsake. Once the Sword Tomb opens, you can choose a new one."

The swords in the Sword Tomb had withstood the test of time and were passed down from predecessors. Most had greater spiritual awareness, though they also had to accept their new masters to be usable.

"Your Grandmaster made you a sword. Now your Second Master gives you one, it’s fitting," Xin Shenzi added from the side.

With everyone chiming in one after another, Yi Xuan finally agreed to enter the Sword Tomb and choose a new sword.

Opening the Sword Tomb was a major event. However, the Sword Sect didn’t necessarily have many Golden Core disciples every year. This year, aside from Yi Xuan, a disciple from another sect, only a few disciples from the other peaks had come.

Elders from both peaks were present, along with some inner sect disciples who came to watch.

Everyone gathered on a cliff. Below them, thick clouds swirled, making it impossible to see anything.

"Once you go in, just pick the sword that catches your eye the most. Once you’ve picked one, don’t worry about anything else just keep moving forward." Xin Shenzi looked even more nervous than Yi Xuan, who was about to enter, and kept giving him reminders. "Some swords inside have bloodthirsty auras. They might make you aggressive, but as long as your heart is steady, it’ll be fine. Don’t worry."

"Elder Xin," said another elder from a different peak, exasperated. "You’re not supposed to give so many warnings about the Sword Tomb."

Xin Shenzi was always outrageously brash, and now that he had a disciple, he’d turned into a nag.

"Fine, fine, I won’t say more," Xin Shenzi said, hands clasped behind his back, still full of swagger. But then he quietly added to Yi Xuan, "If you really can’t decide, just pick a sword you can actually draw."

Sword Sect’s sect master, Zhou Qi, stood at the edge of the cliff. Before him stood a round stone disc covered in dense, unreadable symbols.

The wind blew his robe as he turned his wrist and drew the "Mo Wen" sword, pointing it toward the sky. Sword intent surged. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, then drove the "Mo Wen" sword straight into the center of the stone disc with his right.

A rumbling came from below the cliff, as if something had opened. Even the swirling clouds parted slightly.

Sect Master Zhou Qi turned and said, "The Sword Tomb is open. You have five days to choose your sword. When time is up, whether you’ve chosen or not, the moment the bell rings, you must exit the sword path immediately."

Everyone’s eyes turned to the ancient bell beside the stone disc.

"Go," Zhou Qi said. "I hope all disciples find a sword that calls to them."

Yi Xuan turned back and glanced at the few from the Qianji Sect. Then he joined the other disciples and leapt into the sea of clouds one by one—disappearing from view.

"We entered the Sword Tomb two years ago," Zhou Yun chatted with Lü Jiu and Ye Su at the side. "Senior Brother Ma only found his sword at the very last moment. He nearly cried from the stress."

"Nonsense. I just didn’t want to wait another year," Ma Congqiu immediately retorted when he overheard.

Ye Su listened to them bicker, a faint smile forming at her lips. When she turned her head, she saw her little junior brother already standing at the edge of the cliff—one foot stepping into the sea of clouds.

"You Fushi!" Ye Su quickly rushed over and reached out to grab his hand, but was unexpectedly pulled down with him by a powerful suction force.

The two of them disappeared right in front of everyone.

There was an uproar at the edge of the cliff. Ming Liu Sha, Xiyu, and Xia Er instinctively tried to rush forward but were stopped by Xu Chengyu.

"If you go after them, you’ll get pulled in too," Xu Chengyu said, glancing back. "They’ve just entered the Sword Tomb. They should come out together after five days."

Sect Master Zhou Qi of the Sword Sect shook his head. "Everyone else, step back. Next time the Sword Tomb opens, we need to set up a barrier around it."

You Fushi and Ye Su fell together into the sea of clouds. Not long after, they landed inside the Sword Tomb. On both sides of them were rows of various swords, and in the middle stretched a long sword path.

Ye Su looked down at the footprints on the path. Clearly, Yi Xuan and the others had already gone ahead.

"Why did you suddenly head down the cliff?" she asked, letting go of You Fushi’s hand.

"To find something," You Fushi said as he looked around.

Ye Su stood still. "There are only swords in the Sword Tomb. Do you even know how to use one?"

"I don’t know," You Fushi looked up at her. "Ye Su, help me look."

Ye Su: "……"

She just hoped that once they got out, the Sword Sect’s sect master wouldn’t be too angry.

Two outsiders barging into the sect’s most sacred Sword Tomb, anyone would feel some resentment about that.

But You Fushi had already walked to one side of the tomb and started drawing swords—one by one—inspecting each as he pulled it out.

Ye Su felt a headache coming on. Even though she wasn’t a sword cultivator, she knew that normally, no one could casually draw every sword in the Sword Tomb.

Yet You Fushi effortlessly pulled out each sword, then easily slid it back in.

"Alright, if it looks okay, stop pulling them out," Ye Su blocked her junior brother. "This is another sect’s Sword Tomb."

You Fushi reluctantly let go of the sword he was holding and stood to the side to just look.

"Senior Sister?" Yi Xuan noticed the sound behind him and turned around. He was surprised to see Ye Su and You Fushi, and his expression turned complicated. "Why are you two down here?"

"Accident," Ye Su replied as she pulled You Fushi back to the main path. She told Yi Xuan, "Go pick your sword. Don’t waste time."

With only five days to find a sword among so many, it really wasn’t easy. That’s why the other disciples ahead hadn’t turned back even when they heard something.

Yi Xuan glanced at You Fushi. He really wanted to ask if he was just a tag-along, always sticking close to Ye Su. But in the end, he simply turned back and continued picking a sword.

There were all kinds of swords here. At first, Ye Su was focused on You Fushi, but before long, she began examining the swords as well studying what materials they were forged from, and how the patterns on their swords were formed.

There were too many swords. Even with Ye Su’s excellent memory, it was overwhelming.

As they walked forward slowly, not even halfway through, some disciples had already found swords suited to them and pulled them out.

Others had found swords they liked, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t draw them and eventually had to give up.

Yi Xuan’s gaze swept over the swords on both sides, but he still hadn’t found one he liked.

When they reached the center of the sword path, a wave of bloodthirsty aura suddenly surged over everyone like a sea of blood, suffocating and intense.

The red mole on Yi Xuan’s brow burned vividly. He staggered a few steps and walked toward a pile of swords on the right. At that moment, a sword with a chipped sword suddenly flew up on its own, heading in his direction.

Just as Yi Xuan was about to reach out to catch it, a long, slender, pale hand suddenly reached out and caught the sword mid-air.

"This one’s mine," said You Fushi, holding the sword.