That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Lin Jun and Lie Huo successfully chose each other. Lin Jun forced out a drop of his heart's blood and placed it on the Lie Huo sword, thus forming a contract with Lie Huo.

At least he didn't go home empty-handed, not bad, right? Lin Jun breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Then, he turned to Lin Zhifeng and said smugly, "Junior brother, this spirit sword is really hard to pull out! Just take it easy. Even if you can't pull it out, don't be sad. I have quite a few good swords. Although they don't have sword spirits yet, they are still more suitable than ordinary swords. I'll give you one later."

Lin Zhifeng laughed and said, "That's great! I thank you in advance, Senior Brother!"

Ding Mo said, "Lin Zhifeng, you go!"

Lin Zhifeng nodded in agreement, composed himself, and stepped forward.

He has a water elemental root, so the best choice is a water-type or ice-type spirit sword.

There aren't many spirit swords of these two types in the Sword Tomb, but there are still about a hundred, which is more than twice as many as Lin Jun's selection range.

Lin Zhifeng covered the stone wall ten feet below with his spiritual power and greeted the swordsmen: "Which baby is willing to follow me into the world? I have plenty of resources here, and the chances of leveling up in the future are great! I also have a high luck value. If you follow me, your probability of leveling up in the future will also be high."

The sword spirits of the Spirit Swords had never encountered a sword cultivator trying to sell himself like this before. Their previous masters were mostly stern and unsmiling, like Ding Mo. They had never seen a master like Lin Zhifeng. However, the conditions Lin Zhifeng offered were indeed very tempting.

Lin Zhifeng said he had a high luck stat, and the sword spirits believed him.

These spirits naturally possess their own set of abilities to perceive auras. In their view, humans all possess their own aura. Lin Zhifeng's aura is very powerful and pure, brimming with good fortune; it can be said to be a radiant red light reaching the heavens. Choosing such a master will surely bring many blessings in the future.

Therefore, all the spirit swords in the Sword Tomb were very tempted.

After greeting the spirit swords, Lin Zhifeng continued, "If any of you have taken a liking to me and are interested in coming with me, please emit a sword cry later. That way, I can easily find you. Wouldn't that save us both trouble?"

After saying that, he shouted, "One, two, three, begin!"

Ding Mo and Lin Jun watched Lin Zhifeng's actions from the sidelines. Ding Mo remained calm as usual, but Lin Jun was quite taken aback.

Lin Jun thought: Is this even possible? I have to say, Lin Zhifeng is quite something; I would have lost just based on this.

After Lin Zhifeng finished shouting the command, there was a few seconds of calm.

Lin Jun thought that no one wanted to go with him because of the spirit sword, and he was about to burst into laughter.

The next second, ten thousand swords in the sword tomb rang out in unison. Many intermediate and advanced spirit swords, each over ten feet long, also rang out.

Not only was Lin Jun dumbfounded, but Ding Mo was also taken aback.

The last time he witnessed the sound of ten thousand swords ringing out was when he broke through to the Golden Core stage and came to the Sword Tomb to choose a sword. That time, he alarmed the sect leader and all the elders, and in the end, they chose an ancient treasure sword for him that was beyond his level—Dragon's Roar.

Today, the magnificent sight of ten thousand swords ringing out in unison will reappear; I estimate that the elders will all be arriving soon.

Sure enough, within a few breaths, the nine elders appeared one after another at the Sword Tomb.

The First Elder spoke first, asking Ding Mo, "My dear disciple, just now I heard ten thousand swords resounding in the Sword Tomb. Was someone choosing a sword?"

Look at what they're saying, aren't Lin Jun and Lin Zhifeng, those two living, breathing people, right here?

The two who were ignored did not dare to act rashly and stood quietly to one side.

Ding Mo said, "Master, I am leading my two disciples, Lin Jun and Lin Zhifeng, who recently broke through to the Golden Core stage, to choose swords here. Just now, Lin Zhifeng was choosing a sword, and the reason why all the swords in the Sword Tomb resounded was because of him."

The elders were delighted to hear this. In the past thousand years, the Sword Sect had only witnessed three instances of ten thousand swords resounding simultaneously.

The first time was the sect leader Lin Yuan; the second time was Ding Mo, a genius who broke through to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of twenty; and the third time is now.

The Sword Sect is about to gain another peerless genius, how could the elders not be overjoyed?

The elder looked at Lin Zhifeng with satisfaction and said kindly, "Good! If your father knew, he would be proud of you!"

The Ninth Elder couldn't help but admonish Lin Zhifeng: "Little Lin, you must never take medicine indiscriminately again. Cultivate diligently, and you will surely achieve great things in the future."

The Seventh Elder looked at Lin Zhifeng beside his son, realizing that Lin Jun was now inferior in every way—appearance, talent… However, the Seventh Elder quickly accepted reality and didn't become a competitive, pushy parent. He understood his son, knowing that Lin Jun's talent was extremely ordinary, and he could never catch up to him, no matter what. Just like he himself couldn't catch up to Sect Master Lin Yuan—why should he expect his child to do what he himself couldn't? It was fine for Lin Jun to stay by his side and be a happy fool.

Fortunately, Lin Jun didn't know what his father was thinking, otherwise he would probably be furious.

The Sixth Elder suggested, "Since Xiao Linzi possesses such outstanding abilities, the sect should focus on nurturing him. I think his current benefits should be doubled. Also, with the sect leader absent, we shouldn't let this child's cultivation fall into disrepair; we should find a suitable person to supervise him!"

The other elders echoed, "Sixth Elder is absolutely right."

The Grand Elder finally made the decision: "Then it's settled. Lin Zhifeng's benefits will double starting next month. As for his cultivation..." The Grand Elder paused, then looked at Ding Mo: "Disciple, you'll have to put in a little extra work and mentor him!"

Ding Mo said, "Ding Mo will obey Master's orders!"

The elder then smiled and said to Lin Zhifeng, "Little Lin, you should learn well from Ding Mo from now on. If you don't understand anything about cultivation, feel free to ask him."

Then he added, "We've been so busy talking about this that we've neglected the most important part: choosing the sword. You should go now!"

Lin Zhifeng respectfully asked, "Elder, may I now choose freely without being restricted by the 'ten zhang below' rule?"

Lin Zhifeng wasn't stupid; the higher the grade of the spirit sword, the greater its power. With enough good materials, upgrading it to a divine weapon wasn't out of the question.

Just like in a game, he was originally limited by his level and could only choose blue equipment. Now, suddenly, it's said that he can also choose purple equipment. What do you think he will do?

The elders all laughed and said, "Go ahead and pick; whatever you can pull out is yours."

Lin Zhifeng decisively jumped to the highest point, first choosing a sword that faintly exuded the aura of a phoenix, grasped the hilt, and easily drew it.

Unfortunately, this sword is fire-based.

Lin Zhifeng felt a little regretful.

He glanced down and saw another decent ice-type weapon next to him. Without thinking, he pulled it out, and with a cry of a crane, he drew it as well.

Lin Zhifeng jumped back to his original spot. He examined both swords one by one, finding it difficult to choose between them.

He was there choosing between obstacles, unsure of which to accept or reject.

The elders were also greatly surprised by this scene.

It should be noted that the sword spirits of these high-level spirit swords are all very proud and have an exclusive nature to them.

Generally speaking, once a sword is chosen, the other swords cannot be drawn.

It's amazing that Lin Zhifeng managed to pull out two of them this time.

Not to mention that both of these spirit swords have quite a history. The first sword is called "Phoenix Cry"; the other is called "Crane's Cry"; together with Ding Mo's current "Dragon's Roar" and "Tiger's Roar" which is still on the stone wall, they are known as the four sacred swords of the Sword Sect.

These four swords are all treasures that are only a step away from being divine weapons of the highest rank, and ordinary people would find it extremely difficult to obtain even one. Lin Zhifeng actually pulled out two of them at once.

The sect's only divination expert, the Eighth Elder, calculated with his fingers and sighed after a long while, "This child is a chosen one, blessed with extraordinary fortune. His future achievements will likely rival those of the sect leader and Ding Mo. Nurture him well; the sect will benefit from his success in the future!"

The Eighth Elder rarely performs divination, but when he does, it is always accurate. When Sect Master Lin Yuan disappeared, he cast a divination, which was extremely ominous, but with good fortune amidst the danger. Therefore, although the Sect Master has been missing for over a year, the entire sect, while worried, is not in a state of panic, because everyone has faith in Sect Master Lin Yuan and absolute belief in the Eighth Elder's divination abilities.

Now that the Eighth Elder has said so, the other elders discussed it and decided to let Lin Zhifeng take both swords with him! Although mastering dual swords is twice as difficult, it's not necessarily impossible.

Lin Zhifeng was overjoyed to hear this!

He recalled an old joke from his original world: When we're rich—we'll get two spirit swords, one to hold in our hands as a weapon; and one to step on as a means of transportation.

Hahaha, Lin Zhifeng couldn't help but burst out laughing. What a winner in life! The little system really lived up to its name!