SWDnovel Chapter 58 Reward
Chapter 58 Reward
Wang Zhiwei.
This man was handsome, tall, with slightly upturned eyes, and a disdainful air about him.
He wore a spotless, moon-white sword robe, with a silver silk belt around his waist, from which hung a long sword that gleamed coldly.
He was a true disciple and also under the tutelage of the sect leader.
Half a month ago, I was ordered to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains to wipe out the beast tide, and today I have returned successfully.
Wang Zhiwei straightened his clothes, adjusted the sword at his waist, and flicked away non-existent dust from the corner of his robe with his fingertips before stepping into the hall.
He walked with ease and a smile on his face. The sharpness he exuded after a long battle had been somewhat toned down, but a hint of brilliance remained on his face.
It was immediately obvious that this trip was definitely not for sightseeing.
Wang Zhiwei stood still in the hall, holding his sword with both hands, bowed deeply, and reported:
"Disciple Zhiwei was ordered to exterminate the monsters on the outskirts of the Ten Directions Mountain Range."
In the past half month, they have destroyed four monster lairs, killed one late-stage Nascent Soul monster, six mid-stage Nascent Soul monsters, and twelve early-stage Nascent Soul monsters...
Of the thirteen disciples accompanying him, three sustained minor injuries, but none were killed.
He paused, raised his eyes to look at the figure on the cloud couch, and spoke calmly as if he were simply stating something ordinary.
"Your disciple has not failed in his mission... Greetings, Master!"
Master Taiyu nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Wang Zhiwei for a moment.
He raised his hand in a gesture of respect, indicating that there was no need for formalities. His voice was deep and calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"Well done."
Wang Zhiwei bowed his head and said, "It all depends on Master's teachings and the strategies of the elders. I am merely following orders and have fortunately not failed in my duty."
After speaking, he took out a jade slip from his sleeve and presented it with both hands: "This is a detailed battle report of this disciple's trip. The number, rank, and location of the lairs of the demonic beasts killed are all recorded. In addition, there are thirty-two demon cores and a number of demonic beast materials, which have been handed over to the steward's office for registration and storage."
Taiyu Zhenren took the jade slip, but did not look at it; he simply placed it on the table.
He glanced at the disciples in the hall and said slowly, "The Spirit Sword Sect has been established for over six hundred years, with a tradition of swordsmanship and a clear system of rewards and punishments."
Merit is rewarded, and transgression is punished. This is the first rule of our sect, and the foundation upon which our sect stands.
Today you have returned in triumph, and I, your teacher, shall personally reward you.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the disciples in the hall all underwent subtle changes.
Master Taiyu has not personally awarded prizes to his disciples for many years.
Upon returning from a routine mission, the steward's office would distribute Dao merit spirit stones as usual, and an elder's occasional words of encouragement would be considered a very high honor.
The honor of being personally crowned by the sect leader is something that was only last bestowed upon the Spirit Sword Sect three years ago by the eldest disciple, Jing Hanjiang, when he challenged the three demons of the South Sea.
Several disciples carried out a number of vermilion lacquered wooden trays from the side of the hall.
The wooden tray was covered with dark brocade, the surface of which was embroidered with the sword emblem of the Spirit Sword Sect in gold thread, the gold light shimmering slightly in the candlelight of the hall.
Master Taiyu rose, slowly descended the jade steps, and personally lifted the brocade from the first wooden tray, revealing a jade plaque.
"You are hereby granted entry to the 'Sword Heaven Blessed Land' for cultivation. The term is one month. Upon completion, you may emerge with a sword seed."
These words moved even the elders who were sitting upright.
"Sword Sky Blessed Land"
It is the only small blessed land controlled by the Spirit Sword Sect.
This blessed land was bestowed upon the Lingjian Sect by the Zhongyi Sword Sect, one of the six sects, as a congratulatory gift when the sect's founder, Rongqing Zhenren, established the sect in Yuluo Prefecture.
It contains the sword intent passed down by many sword cultivators of the Spirit Sword Sect over hundreds of years, as well as the spiritual essence of heaven and earth naturally nurtured in this blessed land.
One month of cultivation in this blessed land is equivalent to a year of arduous training in the outside world.
As for sword types—
That is the essence of swordsmanship that has naturally condensed from the depths of the blessed land after hundreds of years of nourishment by sword intent. A sword seed can not only improve one's swordsmanship level, but when planted in a sword, it can also transform it and give birth to spirituality.
In the crowd, Feng Shu's smile faded, and his right hand unconsciously pressed against the scabbard at his waist, his knuckles clenching until they turned slightly white.
He had been begging for the access token to the Sword Sky Blessed Land for two whole years without success, but today Wang Zhiweijie obtained it so easily.
The second wooden tray, after being lifted.
A neatly folded robe lay quietly on the plate. The fabric was moon-white, and under the candlelight, it shimmered with a faint silver glow. The sleeves and collar were embroidered with intricate sword patterns in silver thread.
"I bestow upon you a 'Moonlit Sword Robe,' a first-grade superior magic weapon."
It is impervious to swords and blades, and wards off water and fire.
The third wooden tray.
There was a small jade bottle on the table. The bottle was transparent, and one could vaguely see that it contained several vermilion pills the size of longan fruits.
"I bestow upon you three 'Red Marrow Minor Rejuvenation Pills,' which can heal severe injuries, regenerate muscles and tendons, and reattach severed limbs."
On the fourth wooden tray was a short sword with its sheath still attached.
The scabbard was black, and the hilt was made of black iron. The design was extremely simple, but the black jade bead inlaid on the guard gave off a faint but tangible chill.
"I hereby bestow upon you a 'Black Dragon Short Sword,' a mid-grade first-tier magic weapon. It is invisible when it is deployed and silent when it is withdrawn."
After Taiyu Zhenren finished speaking, he called out again, "Someone come here."
A series of heavy footsteps came from behind.
The footsteps were extremely heavy, and each step made the beams and pillars in the hall tremble slightly.
Following the sound, everyone looked and saw two towering figures, each over nine feet tall, slowly emerging from the side of the hall.
They were two humanoid puppets, completely black, forged from refined black iron, with spiritual patterns connecting their joints. Their fists were as large as stone mortars, and each fist had a crimson fire pattern engraved on its back. As soon as you got close, you could feel a scorching heat coming towards you.
"These two red rhinoceros warriors are guardian warriors that I trained in my early years."
I'm giving it all to you today, to keep as an aid."
The hall was completely silent.
Upon entering the Sword Cloud Blessed Land, he was bestowed with protective magical artifacts, a magic robe, rare elixirs, and two Crimson Rhinoceros Warriors...
Any one of these items alone would be an extremely generous reward, let alone all five of them being bestowed upon us today.
This honor is unprecedented in the Spirit Sword Sect.
The elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt.
The white-haired, gaunt elder on the left stroked his beard and smiled, then turned to another elder beside him and whispered, "It seems the sect leader has high hopes for this child, Shouwei."
He addressed Wang Zhiwei by his courtesy name, his voice revealing undisguised admiration.
Another elder nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "Shouwei has only been in the mountains for ten years, yet he has already mastered the sword essence to a high level. His talent is indeed remarkable."
After another period of cultivation in this blessed land, I fear I will truly catch up with Feng Shu upon emerging from seclusion.
Below the stage, Gu Changying's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Feng Shu beside her. Seeing that his face was normal and he did not show any abnormality.
A subtle, enigmatic meaning appeared on his usually indifferent face.
On the high platform, Master Taiyu had already returned to his seat, his gaze sweeping over the disciples below, taking in their expressions.
He spoke calmly, saying, "Today, all disciples in the hall should take Shouwei as their example."
The path of swordsmanship lies in courageous and diligent progress.
Instead of meditating and practicing Zen, you should avoid acquiring the bad habits of those Buddhist ascetics and monks, and instead become fearful of difficulties and death... You must remember this!