readsfreenovel Chapter 576 Questioning the Heart
Chapter 576 Questioning the Heart
Not far away, Su Xiaohe stood there holding a medicine basket. He had come to deliver some incense to calm the spirits, but he saw the new junior brother hitting the pillar.
"Junior Brother Lin?" he called tentatively.
The figure in the corridor froze for a moment, and when he turned around, he had a harmless smile on his face: "Third Senior Brother?"
Lin Ci'an wiped the blood from his forehead and smiled embarrassedly, "I just accidentally fell down."
Su Xiaohe stared at the bloodstains that were quickly wiped off behind him and swallowed her saliva: "Do you want to apply medicine?"
"No need."
Lin Ci'an blinked and suddenly lowered his voice, "I heard that Master will return to the sect tomorrow?"
"Yes, I came back specially for the disciple-taking ceremony.
"Su Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief and started talking. "We will set up a nine-tiered incense table in Lingxiao Hall and invite the elders from the thirty-six peaks to watch the ceremony. Even the Supreme Elder who is in seclusion will come out!"
"Thank you for telling me, brother."
The young man bowed respectfully and left.
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Immortal Master Xuanxiao's sword servant was setting up the incense table.
A jade sword order was suspended on the nine-foot-high white jade main seat, and on both sides were placed in order:
- First seat on the left: The main seat of Tianshu Peak (Xie Wuchen is on duty on behalf of the master)
- First seat on the right: Elder Mingyu of Yaotang
- Second row, seven seats: The elders in charge of the thirty-six peaks
- Third row, eighteen seats: Inner sect elite disciples
- Square outside the palace: viewing area for 3,000 outer disciples
"Check the Sword Heart Mirror again."
The white-haired swordsman shouted to the boys, "The Immortal Master wants to test the Dao heart of the new disciples. There must be no mistakes!"
The boys hurriedly wiped the ancient bronze mirror. There were seven sealing chains wrapped around the mirror frame, and it was said that it could reflect the deepest obsessions in a person's heart.
In the shadow of the corner of the hall, Lin Ci stood quietly.
At three quarters past three in the morning, the three thousand green jade steps of the Tianxuan Sword Sect were already covered with morning dew.
Lin Ci'an knelt at the end of the stone steps, wearing a black ceremonial robe over a plain white disciple's uniform, with silver lightning patterns embroidered on the hem.
His back was straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"New disciple Lin Ci'an, begging to see the Immortal Lord!"
The clear voice penetrated the sea of clouds and startled a group of white cranes.
When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, the bronze gate of Lingxiao Palace slowly opened.
Behind the nine-tiered incense table, the elders from the thirty-six peaks took their seats one by one. Xie Wuyou, Chu Ziyu and Su Xiaohe all stood below the first seat. All three were dressed in a mixture of dark ink and frosty white.
The collar and cuffs of the shirt were embroidered with cloud-thunder sword patterns in silver thread, and the waist was tied with silver thread, from which a black jade token was hung.
Chu Ziyu's shoulders were still wrapped in the pharmacy's blue gauze, and his face was as pale as paper.
The color of her lips is very pale, with only a hint of light red at the corners of her eyes, like a faint blush caused by illness.
The green jade sword at the top suddenly shone brightly—
Immortal Master Xuanxiao came forward with a sword, his clothes fluttering like snow.
The number one swordsman in Kyushu had a gaunt face, a silver sword mark between his brows, and no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, yet he made everyone present feel difficulty breathing.
“Good bones.”
He landed in front of Lin Ci'an, his voice was like the sound of broken ice, "But when I accept a disciple, I value his character the most."
With a wave of his sleeves, the ancient bronze mirror wrapped with seven chains floated up.
"The sword's heart is a mirror that reflects one's true heart. If there are evil thoughts——"
Before he finished speaking, the mirror suddenly vibrated violently!
Lin Ci'an looked up at the suspended ancient bronze mirror, and blood-red ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror surface.
A horrifying scene slowly emerged——
The memorial archway of Qingshan Town stood crookedly in the ruins, with half of the word "Qingshan" still hanging on the charred beams.
Corpses were lying in all directions on the street, some torn in half by sharp claws, some burned to charcoal by demonic fire. Blood formed into streams, meandering along the cracks in the bluestone slabs.
The scene focuses on the blacksmith shop in the center of town. The fire has long gone out, and dark red blood is coagulated on the anvil.
A large, rough hand hung limply beside the bellows.
(Father...)
Lin Ci'an's breathing suddenly stopped. The image in the mirror continued to change, revealing more details:
Aunt Wang's sugar figurine stand was trampled to pieces, with half a melted bunny still skewered on a bamboo stick;
Mr. Zhou from the private school collapsed in front of the podium, holding his three children tightly in his arms;
The little girl who always loved to chase him and call him "Brother Ci'an" now has only one red cotton shoe embroidered with plum blossoms...
“Oh my god, this is…”
"I heard that Qingshan Town was hit by a demon a few days ago..."
There were low cheers coming from the audience seats.
Elder Mingyu looked solemn, Xie Wuchen frowned, and Su Xiaohe's eyes were red.
Xuan Xiao Xianzun suddenly waved his sleeves, and a green light hit the mirror. The picture suddenly disappeared, and the last picture was Chu Ziyu in white clothes standing in front of Lin Ci'an.
But no one cared except Lin Ci'an.
Naturally, there is no way to see the scene after it disappears.
That "Lin Ci'an" pulled Chu Ziyu down and was leaning over to lick the blood off "Chu Ziyu's" face.