Chapter 1409 - 1408: Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword

"Looks like the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's legacy is anything but simple. Might very well be from the Immortal Realm too. Earth is really way too special, there must be some colossal secret behind it." Zhang Bin muttered in his heart.

Right now his curiosity was off the charts, he was dying to know what Earth's secret really was.

Why had so many mysterious inheritances fallen onto Earth?

Why had Earth birthed so many powerful, wondrous ancient civilizations?

"I'm going in to accept the legacy."

Zhang Bin pressed down the curiosity in his heart and strode up to the door.

"Idiot."

The Shushan Ancestor muttered inwardly.

Most of the Shu Mountain Disciples also looked at Zhang Bin with mocking eyes.

They were certain Zhang Bin had no way to make the door open.

"Open up, open up."

Zhang Bin stepped up and started pounding on the door with force.

But the door just wouldn't open.

Not the slightest reaction.

"Hahahaha..."

"Heeheehee..."

"Gagaga..."

Everyone started cackling strangely. They all took Zhang Bin for a moron—his Dantian's attributes were already set, how could he still make the door open?

"Zhang Bin, come back, the door's not going to open."

Zhang Xue said, half crying, half laughing.

"Uh, I forgot to unlock my sealed Dantian."

Zhang Bin slapped his forehead, then immediately sat down cross-legged in front of the door.

He closed his eyes and began carefully examining those Dantians whose attributes he still didn't know.

He deeply believed that one of his Dantians carried the Sharp Attribute.

After all, his Dantian was split into 81 zones.

With 81 attributes, covering all possible attributes.

And now that he understood the characteristics of the Sharp Attribute, that Dantian with its sharp edge blazing forth had to be the one.

However, Zhang Bin was dumbfounded almost immediately.

Because he discovered there were two Dantians whose sharp edge blazed forth.

He simply had no way to tell them apart.

"How can there be two?"

Endless doubt surfaced on Zhang Bin's face. "Don't tell me there's another type of attribute that's similar to the Sharp Attribute?"

He compared and analyzed them in detail.

Finally he found that the two attributes did have slight differences; they weren't completely the same.

But which one counted as the Sharp Attribute, he really couldn't judge.

"Once I start drawing a sword, the Dantian should have some special reaction."

Zhang Bin didn't keep struggling over it; without hesitation he opened a tiny crack in both of those Dantians.

Then, under everyone's mocking and disdainful gazes, he stood up and gently pushed the door.

The door swung open at his touch.

Everyone was instantly stupefied, dumbstruck.

Their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

As if they'd just seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Just moments ago Zhang Bin hadn't been able to push the door open.

Which proved he didn't possess the Sharp Attribute.

But what the hell was that cross-legged, eyes-closed act he did for a bit?

And then he just pushed the door open?

How was that even possible?

This was basically rewriting the rules of cultivation.

Especially the Shushan Ancestor—his eye orbs almost popped out, and his tongue nearly bit through.

Then he flew into a rage, his face dark as iron, fury written all over it.

Because the Mount Shu's Legacy he regarded as his lifeblood was about to leak out.

Sure, Zhang Bin was the son-in-law of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, but he wasn't a Disciple of the Shushan Sect.

He was the Sect Leader of the Taiqing Sect, Laozi's successor.

Yet he could only stew in silence, not daring to let out even a fart.

Because his Soul was under Zhang Bin's Soul Control; his life and death were in Zhang Bin's hands.

The Shu Mountain Sword Sect's legacy was important, sure, but his own little life was way more important.

"Hehehehe… My feeling was right, Zhang Bin is really special, a genius to an inconceivable degree. That's why he can cultivate Laozi's Cultivation Technique, accept Kunlun's legacy, and even transform into a dragon. Now he can also accept our Shu Mountain Sword Sect's legacy. Our Mount Shu's Legacy is finally going to flourish." The Elder who'd previously claimed Zhang Bin might be able to accept the legacy laughed proudly, his face full of joy and anticipation.

"This brat is an outright freak."

Zhang Hangkui was completely speechless as well; he looked at Zhang Bin like he was some kind of monster.

"Zhang Bin, how did you do that?"

Zhang Xue's curiosity had reached the extreme; she couldn't wait to ask.

"Hehehehe…" Zhang Bin said with an evil grin, "I didn't do anything. The door just opened on its own. Clearly, I'm fated with Shushan. Especially you and me, our fate is anything but shallow."

"Nonsense, you smooth-tongued slicker."

Zhang Xue stomped her foot in mock anger, but quickly spoke with concern: "Zhang Bin, after you go in, just walk along that little path, keep going up. Don't walk too fast, because ancient swords will suddenly shoot out terrifying Sword Qi to attack you. If you're caught off guard, you'll get blasted away, maybe even seriously injured. And if the Sword Qi cuts off your legs, then don't try to crawl anymore—just casually pull out one of the ancient swords at that spot."

"I really like that Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword. I'm going to pull that one."

Zhang Bin said, face full of excitement.

Even though he'd refined plenty of razor-sharp Tu Mo Jian.

Swords as sharp as they come.

But because the materials weren't truly top-tier, the swords had no special attributes.

That Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword, however, was radiating overwhelming dominance; it was clearly an Attribute Sword.

A sword like that should be way more badass than his Tu Mo Jian.

So Zhang Bin was really looking forward to getting that Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword.

"Pfft..."

A lot of people burst out laughing on the spot.

He was basically clueless about the height of the heavens and depth of the earth, actually dreaming of pulling out the Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword?

You had to know that in over four billion years, no one had been able to get close to it.

No one had even made it halfway.

Even if Zhang Bin was a genius, making it to halfway would already be the limit.

Some people even started making disdainful comments.

"Zhang Bin is way too arrogant, too cocky. Who does he think he is?"

"I'm embarrassed for him. Bragging this hard and not afraid his face will split."

"This son-in-law is fine in every other way, just loves to talk big."

"..."

The Shushan Ancestor was also wearing a cold sneer, clearly not optimistic about Zhang Bin at all.

Even Zhang Hangkui and Zhang Xue were half laughing, half crying, shaking their heads over and over.

This was really a calf unafraid of tigers.

Back when they came here to accept the legacy, they'd had the exact same beautiful dream.

Hoping their talent was so heaven-defying they could easily walk to the very top of the Sword Tomb and draw that Xuan Iron Tyrant Sword.

But cruel reality had told them it was nothing but a dream.

They'd only managed to walk less than two hundred meters up before hitting their limit.

There were still eight hundred meters to the peak.

And in the years that followed, they'd watched countless Disciples accept the legacy.

Not one person had reached halfway. Some people could only take three steps.

They'd pull out the worst swords and receive the worst legacy.

Among all the Shu Mountain Disciples, the one who'd walked the highest was the Shushan Ancestor; even then he was still more than ten meters short of halfway.

His legs had been cut off by razor-sharp Sword Qi.

He'd had to stop.

Zhang Bin, however, wasted no time; in high spirits, he walked inside.

He quickly stepped onto that little path.

At first glance the path looked very ordinary, but it was actually special.

There was a strange Strength on it, and the ground was extremely solid.

It seemed even Harder than a Magical Treasure.