Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

CH.18: Ten Thousand Swords Cave. (Double United)

Watching Feng Qin’s fleeing back disappear in an instant, Lin Zhizhi had no intention to stop him.

The black-haired youth swept a glance at the scattered outer disciples around him, pursed his lips, and searched for a gap to leave.

At this time it was evening, many disciples coming and going, and Lin Zhizhi and Lan Zhen themselves were extremely eye-catching individuals——Lan Zhen by his family, and Lin Zhizhi by his face——their gathering at the entry steps attracted many onlookers.

Lin Zhizhi’s addition to Luo Xianjian’s outer sect was extremely low-key, usually keeping to himself and coming and going alone, and apart from the rumor spread between martial sisters that “there was a new astonishing-looking martial brother” he didn’t cause much of a ripple. But just now he returned with Feng Qin, and the image of Feng Qin attacking Lan Zhen in a fit of rage was fully captured by the disciples. Onlookers who didn’t know the truth set off in a frenzy of discussion……

#Wow, the birth of a new love triangle?#

#The infamous young master of the Lan Clan tried to bully the new younger martial brother, but once burned by the younger brother’s dao companion he didn’t dare let out a fart——hey this younger brother is so good looking, don’t know when he entered the sect, but does anybody know his name#

#It seemed that the main focus was wrong……? Eh, doesn’t matter, good looking was good looking#

——These groundless rumors circulated among the outer sect disciples, and Lin Zhizhi had not heard of them at this time. After cleaning up the Guinea Pig Beasts, he went back to search for his Shizun with the basic sword skills he felt he had fully mastered.

Xuan Hua rested his chin as he sat in front of the water mirror, watching his little disciple walk towards the courtyard hall, but thinking of the little phoenix’s feelings towards Lin Zhizhi——the two people’s acquaintance flashed through his mind, and Dao Zun Daren lightly thinned his lips: children playing house. He then put Feng Qin to the back of his mind, turning to the water mirror and enlarging to show his little disciple’s slender hands, his thoughts turning to to the sword bought at a miscellaneous store used to clear away the Guinea Pig Beasts, feeling that this sword didn’t suit him at all.

Dao Zun Daren muttered to himself for a moment, and right before Lin Zhizhi walked into the temple hall he severed the water mirrors live broadcasting, and said to the small disciple who was walking towards the entrance, “Come to the mountain back.”

Lin Zhizhi listened to his words and came to the mountain back. Xuan Hua stood upright with hands folded behind his back, robes fluttering, watching the purple bamboo forest in front of his eyes, cool breeze caressing the drifting leaves.

“Shizun.” Lin Zhizhi stopped at the narrow entrance, opening his mouth.

Xuan Hua looked back, raised hands motioning for Lin Zhizhi to come to the front, “Finished practicing?”

Xuan Hua said this without head or tail, but Lin Zhizhi knew that his master was asking about the Basic Sword Formula, he took the bamboo sword out of his space ring, drawing a sword pattern, “En, show it to master?”

The moment the bamboo sword came out, the bamboo forest in front of them seemed to become like a spirit, letting out a rustling sound, as if welcoming Lin Zhizhi’s return.

Xuan Hua’s voice was cold, “Already at transformation?”

Lin Zhizhi was stunned, although his heart swelled, he didn’t dare boast in front of his Shizun, “Disciple dares not to speak wildly.”

Xuan Hua was dissatisfied with his modesty, “The road of cultivation is inherently in defiance of the natural order, how can there be nonsense?”

Dao Zun’s whole life was against the heavens, experiencing nine days of black thunder and not retreating, forging ahead in the face of difficulties and coming on top, unyielding to a hundred deaths, never giving up his conviction. The “wood shown to the forest rain and wind will be destroyed,” that teaching of concealing one’s strength and biding one’s time was completely denied by him——his disciple, he will be unparalleled in the entire world!

Lin Zhizhi originally was not a cowering person, and as the Lin Clan’s Di son, his heart had more pride than ordinary people——but in the process of his education, his father who was well-versed in the Confucian classics, urged him to obey all the manners, thus Lin Zhizhi towards his respected Shizun, put on pretend.

Now, hearing Xuan Hua’s words, the pride in his heart was also stimulated. Lin Zhizhi’s wrist trembled, finally after hard work and numerous revisions, he was just about to show his Shizun the Basic Sword Formula that he had even dreamed of in his sleep, but Xuan Hua pressed a single finger against the bamboo sword.

“Shizun……?” Lin Zhizhi didn’t understand.

Xuan Hua’s voice was cold, “This sword, it does not suit you.”

The purple-bamboo was not a good match for Lin Zhizhi, as it was tall and lonely, but soft and reserved. The sword he received from the Lin Residence, although it was with him for a long time, but it’s quality was only ordinary——the ordinary here was not the grade, with Lin Residence’s financial resources, a sword found for the Di son, no matter what would still be an upper grade spirit weapon. But swords were different from ordinary spiritual weapons, in the eyes of a sword cultivator, there was only one thing that differentiates sword varieties: sword spirit.

Only swords that have given birth to a sword spirit were truly spiritual swords, while the rest were only good or bad. If the sword cultivator could get the sword the recognize them as master, then the sword born this way could truly be rated as a divine sword——the heart moves with the will, and the idle cultivator could not dare to rashly provoke.

Looking at his little disciples black eyes that seemed as if they were painted, Xuan Hua used a hand to grab the bamboo sword in Lin Zhizhi’s hand——he originally wanted to throw it away directly, but somehow, he remembered the scene where he first taught his little disciple how to practice the sword, and simply put the purple-bamboo sword into a space ring, then he took his little disciple’s hand, white light flashing by, and the two figures disappeared from their original place.

Through the whole process Xuan Hua did not say a word, swallowing the sentence he almost let slip to the back of his heart.

——“My disciple, worthy of the best.”

… … … … … …

In the southwest corner of the mainland mystic sea, of mountain summits, circling winds and scattered clouds.

Birds flew high aloft, chirping from time to time. Clouds turned to rain, and from water born quiet smoke, but blown away by the wind to distinct clearness.

The mountain scenery was beautiful, but the many cultivators came here not for sake of the beautiful scenery.

In front of an ordinary cave, a golden dragon carriage stopped not far from it. Atop the dragon carriage was a veil of gauze, from its corners hung small bells, and indistinctly seen, there was a person reclining in the dragon carriage, holding several beautiful dancers in their arms, heavenly music lively with dance, bustling with noise and excitement.

On the other side, a man wearing a gauze hat bowed his head, unspeaking, followed by a youth with a similar appearance to him, the two people incompatible with the dragon carriage.

In their distance, scattered cultivators gathered together, fearful of the Nascent Soul stage cultivators’ intimidation, not daring to speak.

These people didn’t know how long they had waited, and in the sky several shadows flashed, and two men and a women and several martial nephews gracefully jumped down from their flying spiritual tool, among them a women whose face was like a peach blossom, speaking to the dragon carriage, “Free and unfettered Patriarch, you went as far as to put down your sect’s beauties to come here to the Ten Thousand Swords Cave?”

The man, known as the Carefree Patriarch, let go of the beauty in his arms, and said lazily, “I came to fetch a sword for my unworthy son, Lady Luo, it’s been so long since we’ve met and you speak so sarcastically, it really hurts people’s heart.”

Lady Luo laughed, “Is it not just Patriarch unwilling to let Qie1 be too intimate——”

The man who came with Lady Luo interrupted them with dissatisfaction and asked about his own concern, “Carefree Patriarch, how long have you been here?”

The Carefree Patriarch knew what he wanted, and after a moment snorted coldly, “It has been seven days, the cave gate has yet to open.”

The man got the information he wanted, and then remained silent, letting out his divine sense to cover everyone present, especially the strange swordsman, but before his spiritual sense even touched the other person, he was bounced back by a fierce spiritual qi.

Lady Luo and the other man’s eyes moved slightly, coincidentally both releasing their spiritual sense to probe out the cultivator, but unable to get within three feet of his body. Lady Luo retrieved her divine sense, a sweet smile appearing on her face, “Meetings are predestined by fate, and the Ten Thousand Swords Cave has no number limit, how about we each take one according to our destiny?”

Several people present were cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, enormous power in a single hand, and nobody wanted to implicate themselves, thus they reached an ambiguous balance of agreement.

Besides Lady Luo who entered the Patriarch’s net, the two men who came later closed their eyes, sitting cross-legged in meditation, waiting for the day when the stone gate would open once in the third month.

After half a day, there was a rumbling roar, and the stone gate unmanned by a person slowly opened to both sides.

The Carefree Patriarch laughed loudly, pushing a young man with a bloated stature towards the gate, “Yong’er, go, if you don’t take back a sword of at least ordinary rank then you are not allowed to come back and see father!”

At the same time, the youth besides that cultivator also took a step forward, and a crowd poured into the Ten Thousand Swords Cave.

Lady Luo watched her favorite martial nephew disappear at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Swords Cave and turned back to the Carefree Patriarch and said, “Patriarch, why don’t we make a bet?”

“Lady Luo is referring to which disciple will take back the highest rank spiritual sword? Or who’ll break through the most hurdles?”

“Patriarch understand Qie’s mind the best, the sword rank is important, but the most important thing for cultivators is still strength. Yong’er is a talented youth, cultivating to Qi Condensation stage before thirty, but Qie’s been continuously preparing Peach Blossom Red Conch Wine for him.”

Lady Luo was an Nascent Soul Elder of the Hehuan Sect, charming and accomplished with few rivals. Just as famous as her charm was the Peach Blossom Red Conch Wine, which uses peach blossoms, spiritual fruits, and red conches as ingredients, and was so mellow that you can get drunk for a shichen just by smelling it. Taste alone was not enough to make it famous, what was more amazing was that it can also help people break through bottlenecks, thus difficult to request.

The Carefree Patriarch came to his senses and rubbed his thumb over the space ring for a moment, pulling out a spirit grass, “I just picked this hundred-year-old God Transformation Grass from the secret realm, so let’s take it out as a wager this time, so as not to disgrace the name of Red Conch Wine. The disciple brought by Lady Luo, I see that his breath and cultivation are no worse than that of Yong’er, must’ve cost Lady a lot of effort.”

“No, my child is no good at combat, Yong’er is very strong.”

The man on Lady Luo’s side regarded Lady Luo as a future dao companion, and looked at the Carefree Patriarch with the same anger as a rival, slamming a heavy object in front of the dragon carriage, proudly reporting, “Thousand year dark iron.”

Lady Luo feigned surprise and patted her plump chest, “Brother Sun is so generous, taking out such a rare object as a thousand-year dark iron.”

Brother Sun’s eyes immediately glued to a certain waves surging forth place, “Only a small piece of thousand-year dark iron, I can grab another at my smelting pavilion.”

“……”

At the same time, on top of a flying sword, Xuan Hua was also explaining to Lin Zhizhi, “……Ten Thousand Swords Cave has existed for a millennium, sword trials abound, the kind of sword available relies on chance.”

Although Lin Zhizhi was born into a prestigious clan, he had never heard of the Ten Thousand Swords Cave. In curiosity, he pestered Xuan Hua and asked many questions, “Shizun, where is Ten Thousand Swords Cave? What kind of trial is it?”

Usually, if someone didn’t ask questions, staying silent, Xuan Hua would dislike the other person for breathing too loudly and make them get lost, but Lin Zhizhi asked all sorts of questions, and Xuan Hua not only didn’t throw his little disciple off the flying sword, but also patiently spoke, “You will know once we arrive.”

Lin Zhizhi said an, “Oh,” and sat atop of the flying sword and did not speak any more.

Xuan Hua opened his left eye and glanced at his silent little disciple, right fingertip tapping on the back of the sword three times, then bringing his fingertip in between Lin Zhizhi’s eyebrow, and an image of a Daoist explaining to their disciple about the Ten Thousand Swords Cave formed in front of him:

“Elder Wan Jian was once a God Transformation cultivator, collecting swords throughout his life for enjoyment, determined to create a divine sword that’ll create a stir within this realm. He was not a master sword creator, and this goal was harder than climbing to heaven. Finally, when he experienced his ascension tribulation thunder, soaring heavenwards towards the world of immortals, inspiration burst forth, and he took the thunder as guide, drew sun and moon for his soul, and created an unique and unmatched divine sword.”

“It’s only a pity that at the last moment, when the sword spirit had just been born, Elder Wan Jian had no time to prepare, and the heavenly thunder scattered his soul. In a moment of desperation, Elder Wan Jian gave up his ascension to immortality and sealed his lifetime’s gains within this cave, waiting for later generations. After the endless passage of time, the divine swords spirit gradually awakened, beginning to search for a master. The sword spirit searches for a master in a pattern, looking first at aptitude, second at real combat. It will record every person who’ve entered the Ten Thousand Swords cave, picking out the future child of heaven to contest you against. Over time, this Ten Thousand Swords cave became not just a place to find swords, but also a symbol to test disciples’ strength.”

After the image passed, Lin Zhizhi understood the rules of the Ten Thousand Swords Cave, and glanced with some gratefulness at the close-eyed Xuan Hua, then calmed down to sit cross-legged in meditation.

Xuan Hua’s sword was faster than many flying spiritual treasures in the world, and in about half a cup of tea, Xuan Hua opened his eyes, stood up from the back of the sword, and spoke to Lin Zhizhi, “Hold fast to the heart of Dao.”

Lin Zhizhi nodded with a solemn face.

At the Four Great Sects’ acceptance conference, he failed to pass the illusion due to his unstable heart——a true cultivator never falls down twice at the same place. This time, no matter what type of beauty tries to do to him, he will definitely become the cultivation realms Liu Xiahui.2

As the Ten Thousand Swords Cave and the Carefree Patriarch and other people appeared in front of them, Xuan Hua paused, giving his little disciple an additional secret to pass through the Ten Thousand Swords Cave in success, “Do not forget the Basic Sword Formula.”

Lin Zhizhi, “…………”

——Basic Sword Formula the mythical horse, always feeling that Shizun set down a very big game of chess……

When Xuan Hua’s flying sword descended abruptly from the sky, Carefree Patriarch and the others were originally in the dragon carriage drinking and chatting merrily, enjoying the dancers’ enchanting movements, and the first person to respond was not the seemingly most powerful Carefree Patriarch, but was Lady Luo. Lady Luo narrowed her peach blossom eyes, looking at the two unexpected guests.

The older man was expressionless, powerful and imposing, black robe and purple jacket fluttering with the wind, not putting anything in his eyes. The youth’s appearance was delicate, but not feminine, dressed in a white robe, the corner hems sword pattern revealing his sect, expression indifferent and calm.

What made Lady Luo the most apprehensive was that the two people did not exist in her divine sense.

Previously, they just couldn’t get close towards that cultivator, and the other party might’ve had protective spiritual device, but these two people actually had no place.

Carefree Patriarch and the other two men stopped in their actions, firmly staring at the two people.

Xuan Hua took in everything, but paid no attention to it, only saying to Lin Zhizhi, “Go ba.”

Lin Zhizhi then summoned his family’s sword from the space ring, and walked lightly towards the Ten Thousand Swords Cave.

There was some light when he first entered, but as he walked deeper and deeper, the small cave lost its source of light, and one had to rely on intuition to move forward. The cave was silent, and besides Lin Zhizhi’s footsteps, there was only the sound of the dripping water drops.

Not knowing how long he walked, he finally came to a fork in the road, and from both sides hung small candle lights, following Lin Zhizhi’s pace forward, each lamp lit on. When he reached the deepest praying mat, two rows of candles lit up the entire passageway, and a mechanical voice echoed, “Welcome, new candidate.”

“According to the root bone test, you are of the heavenly spirit root, with excellent qualifications; an appearance of jade and outstanding looks……”

Lin Zhizhi, “……”

Wait, where did that face test come from? Didn’t think old man Wan Jian was a damn face enthusiastic? Isn’t it too miserable that if you don’t have a handsome face you can’t even pass this sword trial——

“Moving your candidacy forward, onto actual battle, first challenger, 35-year old martial master, cultivation stage: Qi Condensation stage tenth level.”

Martial master?!

With the sound of the voice, Lin Zhizhi felt a lightness all over his body, like his divine consciousness was sucked into a competition field. On the opposite side of the field, a middle-aged man with a scar on the left side of his face gradually formed in front of him.

Somehow, the scar of the man’s face gave Lin Zhizhi a sense of familiarity……

He didn’t have time to think about it when the man’s body completely stabilized, raised his fist, which was glowing with a vague golden light, and smashed it towards Lin Zhizhi’s place!

Lin Zhizhi turned and nimbly dodged away with a light cloud step, and his fist smashed the palace where he stood into pieces——strangely, there was a sound of a gold and jade collision.

This made Lin Zhizhi suddenly realize, Golden Jade Shattering Fist, Martial Master Haotian’s famous technique.

He met Haotian once, when Haotian rose to a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, widely known for his physical strength. That time Haotian was competing against a swordsman, the swordsman’s spiritual sword able to cut through iron like butter, but when he collided with Haotian’s fist, it was the sword that broke first——the complete Golden Jade Shattering Fist, compared with the Qi Condensation tempering Ten Thousand Swords Cave Haotian, the power was completely different, but for the similar Qi Condensation Stage Lin Zhizhi, it was just as terrible.

Because this was the fledgling form of a future supreme martial art.

Lin Zhizhi licked the dust that splattered on the corner of his mouth, excitement waking up.

Fighting hand to hand against the youth version of the almighty individuals, this really was——

He couldn’t ask for a better opportunity.

The author has something to say:

Don’t scold me, this chapter is long and thick QAQ although the updates a little late, it is twice as much as usual QAQ
In fact, the appearance of little phoenix was an accident, the more I wrote, the more meng it got, if it was according to previous outline he would’ve almost been a blackened close-friend… … cough cough cough, next time I will speed up update speed, if there is no accident, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are 5000 words a chapter W

Master: Feng Qin and little disciple’s feelings are just little children playing house

Feng Qin: Then tell me what kind of feelings aren’t children playing house?

Master: Little disciple come here muah muah pa

Lin Zhizhi: ????

It is me, the translator. Relating very much with the author’s note; the chapter is a late, but it’s v long… pls forgive me. QAQ On the other note, there’s a sexy new website theme. Hope y’all like it and it’s pleasing to read.

Qie — I, your servant (deprecatory self-reference for women); like Zhen for emperors1. 

Liu Xiahui — A man of high moral character in ancient China, never tempted (such as beautiful women, money)2.