Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 910: Portable Small World

Lu Yang slowly stirred awake, finding himself lying on the ground with Yun Mengmeng looking at him with concern.

“How long was I unconscious?”

“About ten breaths.” Yun Mengmeng led a carefree lifestyle, never sensitive to time.

“Lu Yang, take this pill.” A Sword Tower elder hurried over and presented a sublime pill to help Lu Yang recover.

The pill felt refreshing as it touched his tongue. After it slid into his stomach, he felt as if his whole body was immersed in water, cool and comfortable.

Lu Yang regained clarity. Yun Mengmeng helped him up, and he sat in meditation, circulating his cultivation technique and adjusting his breathing. Soon, he could move freely.

His mental power was comparable to the Fusion Stage and quickly returned to normal after being depleted.

As the sword spirit of an immortal sword, Mingtai also recovered swiftly.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, I’m in awe.” Mingtai approached. In that battle, he had used all his trump cards yet still lost to Lu Yang. It was a defeat he accepted wholeheartedly.

This was the nature of all sword cultivators—forthright. A win was a win, and a loss was a loss; there was nothing shameful in admitting it.

“Not at all. I merely got lucky.” Lu Yang was modest. His final Ten Thousand Swords Return to One was simply an attempt with a fifty-fifty chance of success or failure.

After witnessing that battle, many sword cultivators gained insights to varying degrees and dared not delay, sitting down on the spot to meditate. Fortuitous opportunities were hard to come by.

The planned visit to the sword vault after the Sword Seeking segment was postponed. The Sword Tower elders stepped in, setting up arrays to shield the cultivators from external disturbances, enabling them to gain as much insight as possible.

With all the sword cultivators going into seclusion, Lu Yang became the most idle person.

“Come to think of it, Mingtai’s Hanguang Sword can turn invisible; doesn’t my Qingfeng Sword have other functions?”

Lu Yang examined the Qingfeng Sword carefully. The Hanguang Sword is just an immortal treasure, while my Qingfeng Sword is a bona fide immortal artifact and Wu Yao’s personal sword. Logically, aside from its high quality, it should possess some special ability.

“It does. Isn’t it quite spacious inside? Other swords don’t have this,” the Qingfeng Sword’s sword spirit remarked.

“What do you mean... Wait, Immortal Fairy, are you saying the Qingfeng Sword contains another space?” Lu Yang caught on.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy rolled her eyes. “Where else do you think I reside?”

Lu Yang replied inwardly, Immortal Fairy, with your amazing abilities, I truly thought you had attached yourself to the sword.

So you actually moved in.

“Hold on, I will pull you in."

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy thought, Xiao Yangzi is rather dull-witted; he doesn’t even know how to enter. Oh well, let me just drag him in myself.

Lu Yang vanished on the spot, and the Qingfeng Sword clanged to the ground.

~~~

“Is this the Qingfeng Sword’s internal space?” Lu Yang spun around in surprise, surveying his surroundings.

“More accurately, this is a self-contained small world within the Qingfeng Sword.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy employed more technical terminology.

Within this small world, spirit qi abounded. Towering mountains and flowing waters created a picturesque paradise isolated from the world.

Lu Yang stood on a bamboo raft, drifting downstream, while the mountains receded like filmstrips.

The bamboo raft was crafted by the Everlasting Immortal Fairy when she was bored during her time as a sword spirit, for which she had chopped down a great many trees.

“How is it?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy preened, though it was unclear whether she was flaunting this small world or her handiwork.

“That Wu Yao fellow had some skill, making the Qingfeng Sword’s interior quite presentable.”

“Has this small space always existed?” Lu Yang was astonished. To think I’ve always underestimated the Qingfeng Sword.

“It has indeed always existed, but it was previously sealed, so you couldn’t enter. Only after your cultivation reached a certain level did the seal open.”

Lu Yang felt somewhat comforted. It wasn’t that I failed to recognize its value, but that the seal was still unbroken. “When was the seal opened?”

“When you were at the Nascent Soul Stage.”

Lu Yang, “...”

He gazed at the Everlasting Immortal Fairy with a profound look, the implication in his eyes self-evident.

Embarrassed by her pillar minister’s stare, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy chuckled sheepishly. “Xiao Yangzi, I thought you knew about the space inside the Qingfeng Sword and simply couldn’t be bothered to enter. After all, aside from the nice scenery, there’s nothing much fun here.”

Lu Yang pondered. True. Besides, I have no need for a portable small world anyway.

If I had one in my previous life, every flower and grass here would be spirit herbs, and even one of them sold outside would bring unimaginable wealth.

Or perhaps I could farm inside the small world. With the abundant spirit qi, seeds would surely mutate, and I can bring them out to amaze everyone.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a portable small world in my previous life; acquiring it only after transmigrating to a cultivation world is rather pointless.

Lu Yang took a turn inside the Qingfeng Sword before departing.

~~~

About half a day later, the sword cultivators gradually concluded their seclusion and exchanged insights, feeling greatly enlightened.

Attending this Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremony was well worth it. A single session of comprehension surpassed years of comprehension. Lu Yang and Mingtai’s battle showed them the future path of Sword Dao.

The sword cultivators sought out Lu Yang and Mingtai to express gratitude, and Xue Shilou and Kun Qiu were among them.

After the last cultivator’s seclusion finished, Tower Leader Guan announced the ceremony’s third and final segment.

“I believe everyone has heard that our Sword Tower’s sword vault houses spirit swords left by past sages. Upon entering, if fate allows, a spirit sword may choose to follow you and acknowledge you as its master. We will absolutely not interfere.

“When your affinity ends, we will naturally reclaim the spirit sword.

“If there is no affinity, please do not force it. I know some of you possess innate divine strength and could wrench a spirit sword through sheer force. Should you provoke the collective wrath of the spirit swords and an accident occur, the Sword Tower will bear no responsibility.”

The sword cultivators praised the Sword Tower’s magnanimity. Even though other sword sects possessed spirit swords, they would rather let their spiritual nature fade than allow outsiders to use them.

“If there are no objections, please follow me.”

Tower Leader Guan led the way, guiding them beneath the Sword Tower.

All the sword cultivators were nervous. A spirit sword acknowledging a master depended on affinity, unrelated to cultivation realm or talent. History offered many examples; an unremarkable cultivator was chosen by a spirit sword of great origin, thereafter becoming an unremarkable sword cultivator.

The sword vault was a massive cavity, as if someone had carved out a space beneath the Sword Tower with a sword. It was undecorated and quite primitive. Only a top-grade luminous pearl glowing for ten thousand years provided light.

Manifold spirit swords were casually inserted throughout, some in the ground and some on the walls. This wasn’t due to the Sword Tower’s indifference. The spirit swords themselves preferred such arrangements.

“I wonder how many spirit swords will acknowledge masters this time,” an elder commented.

Beside him, Tower Leader Guan said, “Perhaps not even one.”

“Ah? Why?” The elder was bewildered.

Watching Mingtai enter the sword vault, Tower Leader Guan said meaningfully, “Don’t forget Mingtai’s identity—the Supreme Lord’s personal sword and big brother to all spirit swords. The sword vault is like his harem.”