Chapter 877: Chapter 877: Every Kind of Trouble, Deliberate Framing
Rumble!
The gates of the Sword Dao Hall slowly opened, and the eyes of everyone sparkled with anticipation.
With a command from Gu Huaqiu, those disciples charged in like madmen.
But as Liu Zixuan approached the entrance, he was suddenly stopped.
"Even though I follow Elder Qing, I’m still a member of the Profound Sword Sect, so there’s no reason not to let me in, right?" Liu Zixuan said with a smile.
"You’ll definitely be let in, but the Sword Dao Hall has a rule: new disciples aren’t allowed to bring their own weapons inside. Liu Zixuan, hand over your sword," Gu Huaqiu said with a sneer, reaching out to Liu Zixuan.
"Are you sure you want my sword?" Liu Zixuan asked mockingly.
Most of the Ghost Gate Needles, except for the Qiankun Double Needle, were left in the Medical Immortal Sect, so the Nameless Sword was the only weapon he could showcase. However, he wasn’t at all worried about Gu Huaqiu keeping the Nameless Sword.
The Nameless Sword recognized its master through a drop of blood and was enhanced by the Power of the Dragon Veins, so only Liu Zixuan could wield it. If anyone harbored envy for his sword, Liu Zixuan could command it to attack at will!
Therefore, Liu Zixuan was never worried about losing the Nameless Sword, no matter where or when.
"I’m only temporarily keeping it for you. This is the rule of the Sword Dao Hall!" Gu Huaqiu said coldly.
Liu Zixuan nodded with a smile and handed over the Nameless Sword: "Make sure you take good care of it."
"Don’t worry," Gu Huaqiu said, holding the Nameless Sword in his hand. "You can go in now."
Liu Zixuan gave a playful smile and stepped into the Sword Dao Hall.
As he entered, Gu Huaqiu turned to the two disciples beside him and said, "Remember the task I told you earlier?"
"Rest assured, we may not be able to kill Liu Zixuan, but we’ll make sure he’s miserable for the next two hours!" The two disciples grinned wickedly and followed Liu Zixuan inside.
Gu Huaqiu flashed a strange smile and muttered, "Liu Zixuan, let’s settle our scores one by one from now on!"
Once all the disciples were inside, the gates of the Sword Dao Hall swiftly closed.
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The Sword Dao Hall had two levels. The first level resembled an ancient library, with bookshelves filled with books related to swordsmanship.
At this moment, some martial artists were engrossed in their chosen books seated on wooden chairs in the center.
Liu Zixuan was not particularly interested in books about swordsmanship, as the Nameless Sword did not require those superficial techniques.
So he went up to the second level.
This level was special; it contained three massive stones, one large and two small.
The stones resembled dull swords, covered in densely engraved characters in traditional script. Liu Zixuan could only make out a general idea, unable to fully understand.
Surrounding the three stones were disciples of the Profound Sword Sect, all intently focused on the inscriptions, seemingly comprehending something.
After a quick glance, Liu Zixuan assumed that this was the place Elder Qing had mentioned for understanding the Sword Dao Profound Meaning.
Liu Zixuan didn’t know much about swords; he used the Nameless Sword simply because of a natural, inexplicable fondness for swords.
However, it was only the Nameless Sword that he was attached to, so he eagerly wanted to comprehend what a sword was and what the Sword Dao Profound Meaning entailed!
He knew that martial artists above the Emperor Realm focused primarily on Heaven and Earth Elements, while all things existed within the Five Elements, so understanding the Sword Dao Profound Meaning was, in a way, understanding the Power of the Five Elements.
Perhaps this was also Liu Zixuan’s opportunity, a chance to break through to the Emperor Realm!
He wanted to quietly comprehend, but reality didn’t permit it.
Just after finding a cushion to sit on, a disciple nearby snatched it away: "Newcomers can only sit on the floor!"
Liu Zixuan raised an eyebrow. In his usual temperament, he would have punched by now, but he knew the difficulties were all deliberately arranged by Gu Huaqiu.
If he truly hit back, he’d fall right into Gu Huaqiu’s trap.
He gave the disciple a slight smile and moved aside, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
The look of someone who couldn’t fight back but couldn’t hide.
The disciple frowned: "Damn, such a good temper?"
Muttering under his breath, he signaled to another disciple nearby.
The other disciple stood up, seeming to have an epiphany, then started swinging his arms.
And naturally, his attack was directed at Liu Zixuan!
Liu Zixuan’s lips twitched slightly, dodging two consecutive attacks.
When the third attack came, Liu Zixuan reached out and grabbed the disciple’s hand: "I put up with you once or twice. Do you think I’ll put up with you a third time?"
"Why don’t you fight back!" the disciple taunted.
"If I fight back, you can openly let Gu Huaqiu catch me, then take me to the Punishment Hall, claiming I disturbed everyone’s understanding of the Sword Dao Profound Meaning, right?" Liu Zixuan teased.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" the disciple maintained a smug face.
Liu Zixuan smirked, a surge of inner strength flickering between his fingers, unintentionally slipping into the disciple’s meridian. He then calmly moved to sit on the other side.
"Little..." The disciple wanted to pursue, but as he just moved, suddenly an excruciating pain tore through his meridians, sweeping over him.
With a thud, he collapsed, groaning in agony.
Hearing the sound, the earlier disciple approvingly glanced at the one lying painfully, thinking he was surely feigning pain, as Liu Zixuan had touched him earlier.
The admiration in his eyes naturally praised his fellow disciple’s acting skills!
Then he shouted down to the first level: "Brother Gu, hurry up here, the newcomer has injured Brother Wang!"
Everything seemed premeditated, and within two breaths, Gu Huaqiu rushed up with others, holding a token engraved with the word ’Steward’.
With a stern expression, he glared at Liu Zixuan: "Don’t you know fighting is forbidden within the sect?"
"I know," Liu Zixuan said with a faint smile.
"Then why did you injure Brother Wang?" Gu Huaqiu questioned.
Liu Zixuan slowly stood up, hands in pockets, using Brother Wang’s earlier words against Gu Huaqiu: "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Brother Gu, he’s definitely playing dumb!" the earlier disciple pointed at Liu Zixuan, angrily saying: "I saw him injure Brother Wang with my own eyes, and I suggest sending him to the Punishment Hall now."
The Punishment Hall, a place dreaded by all disciples, where one wouldn’t exit without grave consequences – dead or severely punished, Gu Huaqiu’s meticulous scheme was indeed expertly executed.
