Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

That was in the forbidden area of ​​the Wenxian Sect, deep in the sword tomb where thousands of swords lay silent.

Looking back in time, Fu Guang at that time had no name yet. He was just one of the countless silent spiritual swords in the depths of the sword tomb.

Time seemed to have stood still here, with only the chilling coldness emitted by countless swords and faint wails interweaving and flowing in the dark sky.

This is a forbidden area in the world of cultivation, and it is also the final resting place of the swords of the sages of past generations.

Broken swords and broken blades are stuck in the dark rock wall, while the intact ones are suspended in the void, emitting spiritual light of varying depths, waiting for the right person who can resonate with their sword heart.

Its blade is slender, and although the material is of high quality, it is not extremely rare; the edge is restrained and the brilliance is gentle. Among the famous swords of previous generations, some of which are domineering, some are murderous, and some are full of ancient charm, it does not seem very eye-catching.

It didn't know how many years it had slept. It only witnessed the change of seasons, the flow of earth's energy, and listened to the wind passing through the forest of swords, making a whimpering echo.

Like other spiritual swords, it is waiting for the "fate" that can awaken its dusty sword heart and be worthy of entrusting its life to it.

Until that day, a very unusual and clear breath, accompanied by the regular sound of footsteps, broke the eternal silence of the sword tomb.

The person who came was Jun Ning Daojun.

She had an upright posture, a face as cold as frost and snow, and exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty. Her arrival caused many dormant sword spirits to tremble slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if responding to the scrutiny of this powerful person.

Jun Ning Daojun walked calmly, her eyes like lightning, sweeping over the swords of various shapes. Finally, she stopped in the center of the sword tomb. Unlike ordinary sword selectors, she did not use her own sword energy to sense it, but slowly took out a glittering projection stone - it was obvious that she was not here to find a sword for herself.

When elders want to support their disciples in front of the spirit sword, they will come to visit first. If that doesn't work, they will bring their disciples over - it's like meeting each other, not just once.

"I wish to select a fine sword for my disciple, Lu Wensheng." Jun Ning Daojun's voice was cold and clear, echoing in the empty sword tomb. "You will all judge for yourselves what this boy's character and aptitude are."

The disciples of the Discipline Hall awakened many spirit swords, which aroused some interest.

After saying that, Jun Ning activated the projection stone.

In an instant, images of Lu Wensheng emerged.

That young man was the young Lu Wensheng.

He was wearing the uniform of the Discipline Hall and sitting cross-legged on a cushion. His eyebrows and eyes had not yet fully grown, but one could already glimpse his future handsome outline.

Her dark brown eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes, and her expression was calm and focused.

There was no powerful spiritual energy fluctuation around his body, only a gentle and tenacious aura flowing naturally, like a tender bud breaking through the soil in early spring. Although tender, it contained infinite vitality and an indescribable...light of righteousness.

He lightly twisted the incense chopsticks with his fingertips, his movements slow and precise. The smoke rose up and swirled around him, adding a sense of tranquility and transcendence.

It was that glimpse!

When Lu Wensheng's figure and aura spread through the projection stone, the sword heart of Fu Guangjian, which had been dormant for who knows how many years, suddenly trembled! It was as if someone who had been in a dark room for a long time suddenly saw a ray of morning light that was more appropriate than ever.

Everything is in perfect harmony with some vague desire deep in its heart.

"That's him!" An incomparably clear and resolute thought exploded within Fuguang Sword's spirit, "This is my true sword master! For all my lives, I wish to follow him!"

An instinctive desire and determination, like a prairie fire, instantly swept through Fu Guangjian's entire spirit.

It is no longer satisfied with just watching quietly. It wants to break through the constraints of the sword tomb, go to the young man, become the sword in his hand, and walk side by side with him!

At that moment, the cold and clear voice of Daoist Jun Ning echoed within the sword tomb. Though not loud, it was clearly heard by every spiritual sword: "This boy, Lu Wensheng, is my direct disciple. He has a pure heart and a solid foundation in Taoism. Who is willing to follow him into the world, slay demons and monsters, and protect the people?"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of light suddenly appeared inside the sword tomb, and a buzzing sound was heard!

Obviously, Fu Guang's sword was not the only one that was disturbed in the sword tomb.

Lu Wensheng's projection was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples.

Many spirit swords emitted a slight humming sound, revealing their interest.

Several sword intentions that were far more powerful and brighter than the Fuguang Sword rose into the sky!

A crimson ancient sword, swirling with undying flames, trembled with excitement. It was the "Burning Heaven" sword, which had fought alongside powerful warriors and longed to drink the blood of demons once more. The "Ice Soul" sword, its body as cold as autumn water and chilling with chill, also revealed a look of excitement, its chill enough to freeze mountains and rivers. And finally, the "Sky Splitting" sword, with its ancient patterns and imbued with the power of space, its cry ripped through the air, demonstrating its extraordinary power...

These are all famous swords from the predecessors in the sword tomb with profound heritage and great reputation. Their power and spirituality are far beyond the comparison of the Fuguang Sword at this time.

They were also attracted by the unique potential of Lu Wensheng and believed that this boy was worth investing in and could help them regain their former glory.

The competition suddenly became fierce.

Fu Guangjian was extremely anxious! He knew that if he waited for the selection step by step, his chances would be slim given his current rank and condition.

It can't wait, it must take the initiative to fight for it!

Without the slightest hesitation, the Fuguang Sword erupted with the strongest will and aura it had ever possessed! It no longer held back its edge, its gentle blade radiating an unprecedented brilliance. While not as fiery as "Burning Heaven" or as chilling as "Ice Soul," it possessed a unique aura of calm, peace, and perseverance.

It vibrated the sword with all its might, trying to break free from its invisible restraints. It conveyed its most fervent and resolute will to Jun Ning Daojun, and even more so to Lu Wensheng within the light curtain: Choose me! Please choose me! I am willing to serve him as my master, to follow him through life and death, even if the sword breaks!

Its unusual movement immediately attracted the attention of other powerful sword spirits.

Especially the "Burning Sky" sword, which seemed to be quite dissatisfied with Fu Guangjian's "unreasonable" fight for it. A burning sword intent swept over like a wave of fire, carrying a warning and oppression.

Under normal circumstances, the Fuguang Sword would have avoided the sharp edge, but at this moment, for the sake of the master it recognized at first sight, it did not retreat at all. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the fire wave, and the clear light flowed, forcibly blocking the scorching sword intent!

"Click..."

A subtle but clear cracking sound was heard.

Under the impact of the "Fen Tian" tyrannical sword intent, a tiny crack appeared on the blade of the Fu Guang Sword! The pain of spiritual damage came, but it only trembled slightly, and the light became more solid and firm.

Immediately afterwards, the extremely cold sword energy of "Ice Soul" and the space-tearing feeling of "Sky Splitting" followed one after another. They were not intended to destroy the Fu Guang Sword, but more like a test, a crushing of the competitor's strength.

The Fuguang Sword was struggling, and several more cracks appeared on the sword. The clear light became flickering, but it never gave up transmitting its thoughts and did not stop approaching the figure in the light curtain.

Jun Ning Daojun had a complete view of this invisible contest.

Her deep gaze swept across those powerful famous swords, and finally fell on the nameless sword that was scarred but had the most resolute will.

She saw its persistence, its determination, and the calm and peaceful aura in it that was quite similar to Lu Wensheng's.

Perhaps they were moved by this persistence, or perhaps they thought that this sword was more suitable for Lu Wensheng's initial cultivation, but after emitting a burst of unwilling humming sounds, swords such as "Burning Sky" and "Ice Soul" gradually restrained their breath and chose silence.

They seemed to recognize the determination of the little sword and gave it the opportunity.

Silence returned to the sword tomb, only the Fuguang Sword was still flashing with a stubborn and expectant light.

Passing five levels, slaying six generals! It withstood the pressure time and again, and finally, amidst the gazes of countless spirit swords, some in awe, some in regret, and some in defiance, it stood out. Its clear sword cry resounded through the sword tomb, its blade flowing with pure brilliance as it flew into the hands of Daoist Lord Jun Ning, earning the right to accompany Lu Wensheng.

Jun Ning stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the cracks on the sword.

Her expression straightened up: "Since you have made up your mind and are not afraid of getting hurt, then follow me."

The Fu Guang sword trembled with excitement, making a pleasant sound.

It finally... worked!

When Jun Ning Daojun appeared in front of Lu Wensheng holding the Fuguang Sword that had been repaired.

The young man's eyes were clear, with a hint of curiosity and solemnity, and fell on the sword that came for him.

Taoist Jun Ning briefly recounted what happened in the sword tomb. After listening to it, Lu Wensheng looked at Fu Guangjian with a little more emotion and respect.

He did not show any disdain for the cracks on the sword. Instead, he stretched out his hands solemnly and took the sword that chose him and fought for him from his master.

When my fingertips touched the cold sword, an indescribable sense of fit arose spontaneously.

It was as if this sword was born for him and was connected to his blood.

He could feel the pure joy, dependence and determination to follow him till death from the sword spirit.

The boy had never decided what to name his sword until he got a title.

"Since you have come for me, fearless of hardship, and with your scars bearing witness, I grant you my honorific title of 'Fu Guang'. From now on, your name is 'Fu Guang'. Walk the great road with me, illuminating the mountains and rivers. Is that alright?"

"Fu Guang..."

The sword spirit silently repeated the name in his heart, and the huge joy and sense of glory almost overwhelmed him.

Fuguang, the light of dawn, warm and bright, dispelling darkness and bringing hope... This is the name given to it by its master, a title it shares with its master! From then on, it is no longer a nameless member of the sword tomb. It is the Fuguang Sword, Lu Wensheng's Fuguang Sword!

From that day on, Fu Guangjian has always been by Lu Wensheng's side.

Accompanying each other day and night, sharing the same mind.

It watched him grow from a young boy into a refined gentleman, watched his cultivation improve day by day, and his heart of Tao become clearer and clearer.

It bathes in his unique and pure righteousness, is nurtured by it, and resonates with it.

No matter how it looked at Lu Wensheng, it felt that he was extremely pleasing to the eye and that they were a perfect match.

Whether it was his concentration during meditation, his composure when facing the enemy, his gentleness towards his fellow disciples, or his compassion towards the weak, it felt that its original choice was the most correct decision in its sword life - it wanted to return to the sword tomb to show off.

No, what if those famous swords secretly seduce their masters? No, no...

Fu Guangjian often thought that he would probably never meet a sword master more amazing and more compatible with him than Lu Wensheng.

Meeting him has exhausted all its luck and fate.

Its sword heart has long been determined that in this life, and even for thousands of years to come, Lu Wensheng will be the only one who matters.

There will never be anything else that it can entrust everything to so willingly.

It watched him practice day and night, watched him improve his cultivation rapidly with his amazing talent, and watched him grow step by step from a slightly immature boy to a righteous leader famous in the world of cultivation.

The master is extremely talented and is making rapid progress. This makes Fu Guangjian happy, but also gives rise to a sense of urgency and anxiety.

It was just an "ordinary" spiritual sword whose material was not top-notch and even had cracks on the blade.

The master is so outstanding that he will surely face more powerful enemies and reach higher realms in the future.

Could I... truly keep up with my master? Was I truly worthy of the title "Fu Guang" that I shared with my master?

It was afraid... afraid that one day it would not be able to keep up with its master, afraid that its somewhat "ordinary" foundation would become a burden to its master, afraid that it would not be worthy of his increasingly bright light.

It was even more afraid that when people mentioned the genius Lu Wensheng, they would only say "He is very powerful, and the sword is just the icing on the cake", instead of praising the sword and the master together as they did those famous ancient swords and their owners, and treating them as a legend.

This worry, like tiny grains of sand, settled in the sword spirit's heart.

It was unwilling to be just a "glamorous" sword; it wanted to prove itself! It wanted to become stronger, to be worthy of the name "Fuguang," to become a partner that its master could be proud of, to make everyone, when praising its master, sincerely say, "The Fuguang sword in his hand is also extraordinary!"

It wants to have its own legend in this turbulent era, let the name "Fuguang" resound through the sky, and shine with the glory of its owner Lu Wensheng, and become a good story passed down by future generations - just like those famous swords and sword immortals in ancient legends!

Therefore, every time he fought alongside his master, Fu Guangjian tried his best to push his spirituality to the extreme.

It carefully senses the flow of its master's sword intent, strives to align with it, and strives to use every bit of strength at the most critical point.

It longs to drink the devil's blood, slay the evil, and hone itself in actual combat. It has always been holding back a rage in its heart, a stubborn spirit that wants to make its own brilliance not inferior to that of its master.

It knew that the life of a sword was long, but it had already decided that after the first encounter at the sword tomb, it would never look down on anyone else.

Lu Wensheng is its starting point and its end point, and he is its only sword master.

All its efforts and expectations are just to be able to follow that handsome and tall figure forever. Wherever the sword points, that is where its heart desires.

On this battlefield where immortals and demons are fighting and all spirits are watching, facing the monstrous demonic power and the legendary Demon Lord, the Fuguang Sword feels the master's resolute will to plead for the people and to break rather than bend, and its fighting spirit and belief also reach the peak.

This is the moment to prove it! This is also the moment to realize its long-cherished wish!

It will refine its blade with the blood of demons, and forge the name "Fuguang" with its glorious military exploits! It will let the world know that Lu Wensheng's sword is also called - Fuguang!