Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 911: Please Advise, Junior Brother Mingtai

What was Mingtai’s identity? He was the Sword Tower Supreme Lord’s personal sword—all the spirit swords in the sword vault were his juniors.

However, there was no seniority among swords, as that was a human construct. Between spirit swords, only strength mattered, and the weak submitted to the strong.

From this perspective, Mingtai was like a big brother to all the spirit swords in the sword vault. As long as he wished, they would all submit to him and follow him out.

Mingtai was aware that his status in the sword vault was like that of an emperor. If he entered, there would be nothing left for others. Hence, he tactfully moved to the back of the line, planning to enter last and give others a chance.

He also stopped Lu Yang. “Senior Brother Lu Yang, would you like to enter last with me? I can’t tell you some things, but I guarantee that if you fancy any sword, I have a way to make it follow you.”

Lu Yang could roughly guess where Mingtai’s confidence stemmed from. Since he offered help, refusing would make us seem distant.

“Sure, then thank you in advance, Junior Brother Mingtai.”

Mingtai smiled, eager to show off before Lu Yang.

On Lu Yang’s account, Yun Mengmeng was allowed to tour the sword vault. The Sword Tower agreed that if fate allowed, she too could take a sword.

“This sword is rather pretty.” In a corner of the sword vault, Yun Mengmeng squatted down and examined an exquisitely crafted sword with ornate patterns and gems on its hilt.

Only its hilt was visible; the blade was buried in the earth. She poked the slender sword, but received no response, which meant it had no affinity with her.

“Come out and let me see your blade.” She prodded the slender sword again.

The sword emitted a rather rude thought. Let this lass called Yun Mengmeng scram, or I will teach her a lesson if she keeps pestering.

No one had scolded Yun Mengmeng like this before. She grew displeased and reached out, effortlessly pulling the slender sword from the earth.

Enraged, the slender sword vibrated violently, trying to break free and teach Yun Mengmeng a lesson.

“Stop shaking.” Yun Mengmeng flicked the sword, making it hum.

Seeing her bully the slender sword, nearby spirit swords stirred, preparing to burst forth from the earth.

Sensing the movement, Yun Mengmeng glared at them, frightening them into keeping their necks down.

The slender sword also realized that Yun Mengmeng hadn’t relied on innate divine strength, but on overwhelming power to pull it out. Its ire vanished as it froze in terror.

Finding the blade bare and unappealing, Yun Mengmeng lost interest and casually reinserted it into the ground.

“I was thinking of gifting you to Little Zhi, but you’re not pretty enough. Forget it.” Yun Mengmeng selected swords not for quality; they just had to look good.

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“Brother Sword, follow me from now on! Let’s work hard together and reach the pinnacle of Sword Dao!” Someone painted grand visions, attempting to lure a spirit sword out.

“If you follow me, I guarantee you’ll evolve into a sword spirit.”

“Look at how our colors match—we’re destined to be a pair! Come on out!”

Other sword cultivators sat silently, resonating with the spirit swords, wishing to move them with sincerity.

However, whether it was grand promises or heartfelt resonance, all the spirit swords remained motionless, utterly ignoring the sword cultivators.

“Why aren’t you going over to resonate with the swords?” Kun Qiu saw the large black dog crouched at the entrance like a watchdog.

Before the dog could answer, Kun Qiu noticed the saliva-covered sword in its mouth.

“Never mind, no need to explain. I understand.” Kun Qiu looked at the large black dog with pity. With such usage of the sword, no spirit sword would choose it.

Entering the sword vault, Kun Qiu continuously communicated with the spirit swords through her spiritual consciousness, hoping one would follow her.

Alas, all spirit swords were set on following Mingtai and ignored her.

After a full round, a sword was finally moved by her sincerity. It trembled and emerged from the ground.

Kun Qiu gripped it joyfully. The blade divided into black and white from the middle, encompassing the dao of yin-yang hundun chaos—perfect for her.

Mingtai and Lu Yang entered the sword vault together.

During the ten thousand years after the Sword Tower Supreme Lord perished, Mingtai had remained here. He couldn’t be more familiar with the place and every spirit sword within.

His mere presence caused many spirit swords to grow restless, eager to rush into his arms and call him “gege.”

Other sword cultivators noticed the movement and looked to the entrance in astonishment.

“Mingtai resonates with all these swords?!”

Everyone was shocked. This was unprecedented in previous Sword-Seeking Grand Ceremonies.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, do you know how to choose a sword you desire?” Mingtai asked.

“I’d like to hear the details.”

Mingtai was an expert on this. “A desired sword is a sword that resonates with you. From what I see, you likely wish to possess another sword alongside your current one?”

Lu Yang nodded.

Mingtai added, “In that case, the sword you choose must resonate with you and your current personal sword. Otherwise, conflict may arise between the two swords.

“Senior Brother Lu Yang, you can try raising your current personal sword and releasing your aura and its aura. Swords that match you will stir, and the one that reacts most strongly will be the sword that resonates with you best.”

Completely ignorant here, Lu Yang could only comply.

At the entrance, he raised the Qingfeng Sword. Divine Transfiguration aura surged, and the Qingfeng Sword trembled slightly, spreading sword qi like ripples.

“It also has to resonate with the Qingfeng Sword?” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy listened intently to Mingtai’s theory. “Since this immortal is now the sword spirit, any sword Xiao Yangzi chooses must resonate with me, too, right?”

At this thought, the Everlasting Immortal Fairy stealthily released a wisp of immortal charm. This aura was perceptible only to spirit swords, not sword cultivators.

The spirit swords sensed Lu Yang’s spirit root, the immortal sword’s presence, and the sword spirit within containing eternal power—this combination was the supreme existence they all pursued!

One after another, the spirit swords vibrated violently in ecstasy. The entire sword vault shook as if there was an earthquake.

Mingtai was dumbstruck, wondering if some accident had caused the chaos in the sword vault. He desperately issued commands to pacify the spirit swords, but they completely ignored him!

Witnessing this, Sword Tower’s higher-ups were even more bewildered. What's happening? Even the Sword Tower Supreme Lord’s presence shouldn’t cause such an unusual phenomenon!

Countless spirit swords burst forth from the earth and walls, leaving their positions to form neat rows. Even the Hundun Yin-Yang Sword that Kun Qiu had painstakingly obtained flew from her grasp to join the formation of spirit swords in the air.

The spirit swords were perfectly aligned like an army awaiting inspection. Wherever Lu Yang’s gaze landed, the respective swords would stir, hoping to be selected.

Lu Yang turned to Mingtai, somewhat embarrassed. “It’s my first time doing this, so I don’t have much experience. I’m not sure which sword resonates best with me. Please advise, Junior Brother Mingtai.”