Chapter 5: The Treatment of Outer Disciples (1)

  Standing in his own courtyard, Chang Sheng's eyes were filled with shock. What he had just seen and heard was truly eye-opening for Chang Sheng. Who could have imagined that behind an ordinary stone gate lay a vast space created by the Qian Kun Array? The neatly arranged courtyards stretched as far as the eye could see, and according to Wang Zong Lao's introduction, there were over 40,000 rooms in his own area alone. Behind other stone gates, similar Qian Kun Arrays still existed. If all the courtyards were combined, there would be no less than tens of millions of rooms.

  He turned around and took a look at the box placed in the pavilion. This was what Wang Changlao had given him after taking him to register at the outer gate earlier. Since Wang Changlao was busy, he had directly sent him here, and Changsheng hadn't even had time to examine the contents of the box yet.

  Everyone has curiosity, let alone Chang Sheng is just a child under the age of eight. He walked quickly into the pavilion and looked at the blue box in front of him, which was one meter long and half a meter wide.

  With a light flick of his right hand, almost without using any force, the box opened.

  Three items entered his line of sight. A long sword with a scabbard, a green practice uniform, and a transparent jade stone. Under each item was a piece of paper.

  Since he was young, Chang Sheng's body didn't allow him to move around freely, so when he had nothing to do, he would flip through some books that Chang Hongzhi bought for him. Over the years, he recognized most of the characters on the Qingyun Continent. Picking up the paper strip under the long sword, Chang Sheng read: "Yao Yang Sword, cuts iron like mud! It contains the masculine energy of yang."

  Put down the note, pick up the Yang sword, a long sword weighing six or seven catties, which seems to be as light as nothing in Changsheng's hand. The right hand grasps the scabbard, and the left hand gently draws out the long sword. A sword hums, a hot sword energy rushes to Changsheng's face. Looking at the Yang sword in his hand, Changsheng said to himself: "It seems to be better than that treasure of the ironwork shop in the town?!"

  If those scattered cultivators heard about Chang Sheng, they would definitely be so angry that they would vomit three liters of blood! Although the Yang Sword in Chang Sheng's hand was not a spiritual flying sword, it had already possessed a hint of might, sharper than any divine weapon or magic treasure in the mortal world. It could be said to be worth a fortune!

  Moreover, Huoyun Sect is one of the six top sects on Qingyun Continent and also the best equipment-refining sect. The Yangyang Sword given to outer disciples, even if it's not a spiritual artifact, its quality must be among the best. Those medium and small-sized sects, even inner disciples may not have such high-quality long swords, let alone those in the mortal world!

  He swung it wildly a few times, and the sword hummed with a clear ring. The sound of the sword ringing in Chang Sheng's ears made him hastily put the sword back into its scabbard. He picked up the paper under his practice uniform again and read: "Tian Can Yi (Heavenly Silkworm Clothes), selected from 100-year-old Tian Can silk, woven together. After wearing it, when walking in the mountains, you can avoid hundreds of insects, snakes, rats, and ants will not invade, can avoid hundreds of poisons, various miasma, swords and guns cannot enter, unless it is a spiritual instrument that can damage it."

  He picked up the Celestial Silkworm Robe with both hands, and it was incredibly soft, as if it had no weight at all. He gently shook it out and compared its size to his own body, finding it to be a perfect fit. Immediately, he took off his outer garment and put on the Celestial Silkworm Robe.

  Pick up the paper under the transparent jade stone and read: "Low-grade spiritual stone, can be used for cultivation."