There was a reason why he took out three swords.
Swords choose their masters, and masters, in turn, choose their swords.
The three swords had such distinct characteristics. According to Jiang Jiu Ge's initial thought, Fang Ming Jing should have chosen the one that matched his personality.
Sharp and piercing?
The righteous path?
Or perhaps calm and reserved?
Ultimately, this was just a trivial little test.
However, Fang Ming Jing's choice was indifferent.
He didn't care whether the sword's characteristics matched his own.
The first sword he grasped resisted, so he discarded it as being unappreciative, then casually chose another one.
Such a careless attitude, disliking being contradicted, revealed the arrogance in his subconscious mind...
But it was good.
Heh.
The Great Sun Saint Body, which hadn't appeared in ten thousand years, the only Saint Son of the Heavy Sky Holy Land, with talents surpassing any Jiang Jiu Ge had ever seen in his life... If he wasn't arrogant, who would be?
Besides, it was just his subconscious mind.
Fang Ming Jing had already left the training ground.
Looking at the scarred and battered quiet room, Jiang Jiu Ge simply waved his hand, and instantly, the ferocious scratches disappeared as if they had never existed.
"Mu Shu."
"This old servant is here."
"The secret realm that the previous Saint Master created on a whim... It should be about time, right?"
"Replying to the Saint Master, that secret realm will take about two more years."
Upon hearing this reply, Jiang Jiu Ge couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Too slow, find a way to bring it forward to half a month later. Also, spread the news that the secret realm is about to open."
"Does the Saint Master intend for the Little Saint Son to go for a trial?"
Mu Bo inquired with his head lowered, his eyes filled with respect. He paused, seemingly pondering his words, "It is indeed suitable for the Little Saint Son to go for a trial at the Condensation True Realm, but since this is his first time going out for a trial, Yu Yuan's side..."
"Yu Yuan?"
Jiang Jiu Ge couldn't help but chuckle.
He placed his hand behind him, turning his back, and as he took a step forward, his voice became distant.
"If that kid has the ability to make a move under my nose, do I still need to worry about the position of Saint Son not being his?"
"... This old servant understands."
After a respectful reply, Mu Bo's figure also quickly disappeared from this place.
For a long time, the training ground returned to its initial silence.
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On the way back to Still Water Peak, Fang Ming Jing took a moment to glance at the chat group.
He thought, since there was a new group member, the group should be quite lively right now, shouldn't it?
God of Tongue: "Image"
God of Tongue: "This group sign-in gets you 100 points... It can actually be used to improve skills like knife work and cooking?"
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "The points indeed have quite a lot of uses. But is Eri-na's attention only on cooking-related matters?"
God of Tongue: "What?"
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "You're still just an ordinary person, right? After seeing the experiences of others, don't you feel a bit tempted?"
God of Tongue: "… Hmm, I do feel a bit shaken."
God of Tongue: "But honestly, I don't have much of a feeling about it."
Except for her, everyone else in the chat group was no ordinary person. This indeed gave Takumi Eri-na a significant shock, and even reshaped her worldview.
But after calming down, she was still primarily interested in cooking.
After all, in her world, cooking was everything.
Her pursuits and goals for the past thirteen years couldn't be shattered by just a few days of experience.
Stinky Bean Sprout: "It's good that way too, everyone has their own choice. It's not too late to decide when to take that step."
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "Oh, the little group leader is here."
God of Tongue: "By the way, why did the group leader choose the name Stinky Bean Sprout?"
Stinky Bean Sprout: "… Because bean sprouts aren't very tasty."
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "Being picky isn't good."
Stinky Bean Sprout: "I'm not picky... I just said it's not tasty. Let's not talk about that, where's So-do-ros?"
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "He's probably training."
Stinky Bean Sprout: "So hardworking."
Fang Ming Jing couldn't help but click his tongue.
Enduring loneliness in the gloomy Death Tower, training day and night for two thousand years just for one goal... Just thinking about it made one feel suffocated.
Compared to that, Fang Ming Jing had hardly ever seriously trained.
Because he was naturally gifted.
Even without the cheat of the chat group, just relying on his natural talent, he could fully grow to the pinnacle of the entire cultivation world.
God of Tongue: "Huh? Sending another red packet also needs group points?"
Stinky Bean Sprout: "Eri-na-onee-sama (Elder Sister Eri-na) is going to send another red packet?"
God of Tongue: "Elder, sister... that term…"
Remembering the photo she saw earlier, the girl subconsciously felt a touch of sweetness, but she also felt a bit overwhelmed.
But Fang Ming Jing didn't know any of this. As the group leader, he diligently explained.
Stinky Bean Sprout: "Sending a second red packet does require points, and the number of points needed to send a red packet will gradually increase with each subsequent time, and it's also proportional to the value of the item. However, if you don't send a red packet for a while, the number of points needed will slowly decrease."
Seventeen-Year-Old Girl: "That makes sense. Otherwise, if there were no limits on gifting abilities, things would get out of hand easily."
God of Tongue: "I understand. But all I can send is food, one point is enough."
God of Tongue sent a red packet.
With the prompt, Fang Ming Jing and Yuyuko almost immediately took the red packet.
This gave Takumi Eri-na a little bit of joy.
After all, she had said beforehand that it was just a dish, but it was still snatched up by the group leader and Yuyuko as soon as it was sent out... It showed that they really appreciated her cooking.