My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

"Don't forget, she can even defeat Senior Brother Nie easily!"

"And what he used was none other than the secret technique of our Sword Sect—the Nameless Sword Technique!"

"It is said that she forcibly comprehended a trace of the ninth style's charm from Nie Qianren's sword!"

"Without even becoming a disciple, you've already mastered the ninth form of our sect's sword technique?! This level of comprehension is unbelievable!"

"Yes, with such talent, she would be at the top among the Seven Extremes. No wonder the ancestor personally allowed her to enter the 'Nameless Sword Tomb' and participate in the sword selection ceremony with us..."

Everyone was talking about it, and there was a hint of awe in their words.

After all, as sword cultivators, everyone respects the sword intent, and strength and understanding are the only criteria for measuring authenticity.

As for Jiang Zhiwei, whether in terms of battle record or comprehension, she is undoubtedly at the top of the sword cultivators of her generation!

At this moment, everyone is watching!

At the same time, even Shen Gufeng couldn't help but feel curious.

"Just what level of sword resonance can this girl induce?"

You know, this nameless sword tomb is not just about "people choosing swords", but also about "swords choosing people"!

No matter how high one's aptitude is or how strong one's swordsmanship is, if there is no suitable sword intent, the sword spirits dormant within will never easily recognize their master.

Aptitude, combat power, comprehension, swordsmanship, and Dao intention...

Neither is the "only" that determines everything.

Because, the sword chooses its heart!

There was once a sage of Jianmen who never obtained a sword in his entire life.

There was once a disciple who was dull in talent and had to endure hundreds of years of hardship before he was able to enter the inner sect. During a sword-selecting ceremony, he was recognized as the master by a quasi-emperor-level sword of the sect leader!

That incident shocked the entire Jianmen and everyone was stunned.

Another example is Nie Qianren, who is currently in the limelight in the sect.

He is praised as a rare genius in Jianmen that is rarely seen in a thousand years.

During a sword-selecting ceremony, he caused five holy-grade swords to resonate with each other, and finally chose one of them, who has been feared by the inner sect ever since!

Shen Gufeng's eyes flickered as he recalled this, and he became even more interested:

"This woman has grasped the divine charm of the ninth form of the Nameless Sword Technique. She possesses both talent, sword intent, and swordsmanship. If she can truly astonish everyone, it wouldn't be a bad idea..."

The sword cultivators around also thought of this.

"In the past million years, there have only been two outsiders who entered the Nameless Sword Tomb..."

"One of them is Li Jianxin, the Palace Master of the Pure Yang Sword Palace. Back then, in the Sword Tomb, he caused nine quasi-emperor-level sect masters' longswords to resonate, and even more than three thousand saint-level longswords. This terrifying achievement directly broke the record set by our ancestor, and to this day, no one has been able to break this record!"

"The second one is Bai Zhinian, who is said to be the reincarnation of the ancient sword spirit!"

"Although not as shocking as Li Jianxin's, he also triggered the resonance of five Quasi-Emperor swords and 634 Saint-level swords in the Sword Tomb, ranking fourth in the sword selection record list over the past million years!"

"Can Jiang Zhiwei make it into the top five? We can have a good meeting today..."

"Is that possible? After all, the ancestor himself called her 'Sword Immortal's Appearance'... so she can't be inferior to Bai Zhinian, right?"

Many people in the crowd nodded secretly.

But at this moment, a voice sounded faintly:

"In the final analysis, when these evildoers come to choose swords, we disciples are the ones who suffer the most..."

Everyone was stunned, and then they all showed sympathy.

"Well, come to think of it, I was in the same sword competition with that fellow Bai Zhinian a few years ago."

"At the time, I thought I'd be able to pick a good sword, but wherever that guy walked, swords from all over the place started crashing into him like crazy! In the end, all of us ended up picking the ones he left behind..."

"My sword still has a bit of a sword shadow. It roars 'You are not my first choice' at any time. Can you believe it?"

"Stop talking. Every time I infuse my sword with energy, it trembles and then becomes motionless..."

"No wonder you two like to use fists when fighting..."

"Shut up."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them became extremely strange.

But soon, a burst of laughter broke out.

But more than anything else, he looked at Jiang Zhiwei with a deep gaze.

They suddenly observed a moment of silence for the inner disciples who were participating in the sword selection ceremony.

"May you accept the harsh beating of fate before you are actually born."

"That's good... sharpen your swordsmanship."

............

Not long after.

Jiang Zhiwei's figure finally became completely solid.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her hands.

The knuckles are clear, the skin is warm, and even the flow of qi and blood is extremely real.

The holy power in the body is flowing as usual.

Even if it is just a "temporary body" temporarily condensed by the body of divine consciousness, it is almost the same as the original body.

"Is this... the temporary body formed by the Sword Travel Seal?"

Jiang Zhiwei was slightly startled.

When Shen Gufeng saw that the other party had already condensed his physical body, he shifted his gaze to look at everyone present and raised his hand slightly.

The next moment, the noisy discussions in the field came to an abrupt halt.

It was so quiet...you could hear a pin drop.

After three breaths.

Shen Gufeng slowly said: "Since everyone is here."

"Then-"

He waved his sleeves!

boom--!

The entire nameless mountain shook violently!

The earth veins roared, as if billions of ancient swords were awakening in the belly of the mountain!

Immediately afterwards, dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared between heaven and earth!

Countless sword intentions gushed out from the ground, piercing through the clouds and splitting the sky, crisscrossing each other, and finally converging and merging in mid-air, converging into a light gate woven by infinite sword light!

The light gate is about a thousand feet high, and it exudes a sense of antiquity at all times, just like a gate to immortals and gods!

Shen Gufeng stood in front of the light gate, raised his hand and pointed, uttering a word:

"Enter."

The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder, shocking the people below.

"Yes!"

The inner disciples who participated in this sword-selection ceremony could no longer contain their excitement. They jumped into the air, turned into streams of light, and rushed straight towards the gate where the sword light was condensed!

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiwei took a deep breath.

He then bowed slightly to Shen Gufeng and said, "Thank you, senior."

After saying that, his figure flashed and he stepped into the light gate!

..……..

As more and more people enter the light gate.

In the air, a series of illusory light screens suddenly appeared!

The picture inside clearly shows the interior scene of the nameless sword tomb.

Shen Gufeng looked at Jiang Zhiwei's figure through the light curtain, with a meaningful smile on his face:

"Come on, little friend."

"Let me see how far you can go."

....

Inside the nameless sword tomb.

Jiang Zhiwei slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is an ancient mountain towering into the clouds.

What is surprising is that the shape of the mountain is exactly the same as the nameless mountain in the outside world!

But apart from the shape of the mountain, all other details are different.

There is no sun or white clouds in the sky.

There is only a long river of swordsmanship composed of sword energy, sword intent, and sword light, flowing slowly under the sky!

The long river was vast and its aura was heavy, as if it was the accumulation of the sword will of hundreds of millions of sword practitioners over thousands of years!

"Such a rich power of sword principles, is this the true appearance of Nameless Mountain?"

Jiang Zhiwei was shocked, but she did not stop and looked down the mountain.

The next moment, her pupils suddenly shrank.

"This is……"

I saw that the mountain, which was supposed to be covered with lush vegetation, had now turned into ancient swords stuck upside down in the ground!

Ancient swords stand like a sea, densely packed, with almost no gaps!

A rough sweep revealed that there were no less than millions of them!

What is even more shocking is that——

Among these long swords, the worst one is actually among the lower-grade heavenly ones!

What's more, the imperial light faintly blooming from the earth... has reached the quasi-emperor level!

"This...this kind of scene..."

Jiang Zhiwei took a deep breath, feeling uneasy for a long time.

"It truly is worthy of being one of the Seven Supreme Sword Saint Lands..."

"With so many ancient swords covering the mountain as a mound... This isn't some kind of sword-selecting place, it's clearly... a dormant kingdom of sword gods."

She looked at the long river of sword intent and the mountain of ancient swords and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

At this moment, many disciples inside the sword tomb had already begun to take action.

They either walked among the mountains and forests, or stopped to stare at each long sword stuck upside down on the ground with burning eyes, obviously wanting to find a sword that suits them as soon as possible.

Soon, a young disciple's eyes lit up and he stepped forward quickly.

"Highest grade Saint rank?! I want this one!"

His voice was trembling, and his eyes were filled with excitement that was hard to conceal.

He immediately reached out, grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out violently!

however--

"boom!"

A powerful recoil force suddenly erupted from the hilt of the sword, causing him to retreat three steps and stumble and fall!

But looking back at the ancient sword, it was still quietly stuck in the same place, without even a trace of shaking.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

"what happened?!"

The young man's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing this, the person next to him shook his head and sneered: "Haha, I can see you didn't listen carefully before."

"I've already said it, it's not just you who chooses the sword, it's the sword that chooses you."

"The rules here are very strict. If you don't meet the rules, it's hard to even get close, let alone draw your sword."

"Forget about you. Even if a Quasi-Emperor comes, if he is not recognized, he will never be able to shake this sword in the slightest."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter from all around.

The young man's face flushed crimson, but he didn't dare to refute. He could only withdraw his hand in frustration, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Try again."

Seeing this, many disciples in the field also began to take action.

They remembered the experience passed down by their senior brothers and sisters and elders - to actively release the sword intent, to respond to the long sword with their own thoughts, and to resonate with each other by chance.

Then, on the top of the mountain, wisps of sword intent rose up.

Amidst the flashes of light, a long sword finally began to tremble softly.

"Look! That's Senior Sister Gao!"

"She actually managed to trigger the resonance of a mid-grade Saint-level ancient sword!"

"And Junior Brother Li! Isn't he said to have the most ordinary talent? He actually... actually managed to awaken a Saint-grade, top-grade ancient sword?!"

At this moment, the entire mountain seemed to come alive.

The sounds of swords rose and fell, and from time to time, bursts of light appeared, illuminating the sky!

Each awakened sword would float up in the air, circle once, and then fly to the disciple to acknowledge its master.

As this scene continued to unfold, the surrounding disciples became more and more jealous.

However, not everyone can find a sword that suits them.

More people are still wandering in the mountains, finding nothing, with anxious expressions and heavy steps.

……

at the same time.

Jiang Zhiwei finally withdrew her gaze.

She closed her eyes and let her hands hang naturally.

A faint sword intent slowly overflowed from his body.

When this ray of sword intent spread out, everyone around was shocked and looked sideways!

"I'm coming!"

"She finally started to draw the sword!"

"I just don't believe she can't evoke resonance!"

"Yes, even the ancestor said that she has the potential to be a sword immortal, how could she fail?"

Countless gazes converged.

Even Shen Gufeng and the elders outside the sword tomb held their breath and looked into the light curtain.

But what happened next shocked everyone!

The sword intent was clearly released.

But on the entire mountain, not a single ancient sword resonated!

No response!

At this moment, the entire nameless mountain was eerily quiet.

There was silence for over a hundred breaths.

Then someone said in an incredulous tone, "How is it possible... that not even one sword moved?"

"Is...something wrong?"

For a moment, many doubts arose in everyone's mind.

But soon, someone else said, "That's not right. Judging from everything that happened before, even monsters like Bai Zhinian and Li Jianxin would be able to trigger resonance among many ancient swords in a matter of seconds."

"How could it be like what she did today, where a full hundred breaths passed without a single ripple?"

"Hiss—Could it be that, looking through the countless ancient swords in the Sword Tomb, not a single one can compare to this woman?"

"Well, although it may not sound nice to say this...but it seems to be the case..."

For a moment, complex emotions such as sarcasm, contempt, and doubt were intertwined.

Even many disciples who had great respect for Jiang Zhiwei could not help but frown at this moment.

"Could it be that...we overestimated her before?"

"Is the so-called Sword Immortal's appearance just an empty reputation?"

And outside the sword tomb.

The Jianmen elders who were watching also had complicated expressions on their faces.

"You clearly possess an exceptional talent for swordsmanship, yet even after sensing for a hundred breaths, you still haven't managed to trigger any resonance?"

"This kind of phenomenon... has never been seen before in all the records of our Jianmen!"

"It would be fine if it happened to an ordinary disciple, but she—she's Jiang Zhiwei!"

"That peerless evildoer who was able to comprehend the nameless sword technique and master the charm of the ninth style during the battle with Qianren!"

"How could she, who was so strong as to release her sword intent, not even receive a single strike in response? Could it be that... none of the ancient swords here are compatible with her?"

The elders looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.

Then, they subconsciously looked up at Shen Gufeng.

If this girl had not been brought here by the ancestor himself.

They even thought that the woman in green in the nameless sword tomb was not the real Jiang Zhiwei, but an imposter.

At this time, Shen Gufeng did not care about the strange looks from the people around him.

He just lowered his head, lost in his own thoughts.

"It shouldn't be..."

"I can sense her sword intent very clearly. Not only does it contain the true rhythm of the sword, but it also has a hint of transcendence—far beyond the reach of ordinary sword cultivators."

"But why... didn't you even respond with a single sword strike?"

His thoughts surged.

Constantly deduce and compare similar situations that may have appeared in past classics in my mind.

But.....it still failed.