He looked at Jue Xian, speaking solemnly, "No matter who wins or loses, there can be no complaints." "If I lose, wherever you go in the future, I will follow. Even if you choose a master, I won’t leave, even if we don’t merge!" "Conversely, if I choose a master, you may not approve, but you must follow me!" Jue Xian pondered upon hearing this. If Xian Xian had just said that the loser must merge, he certainly wouldn’t agree. Such a gamble comes with too much uncertainty, and he clearly wouldn’t agree to such frivolity. However, what Xian Xian said was that the loser would merely follow the other, rather than follow the person the other chooses. This means that even if Xian Xian chooses a master, if he doesn’t approve, he still doesn’t have to merge. As long as Xian Xian is there, he merely needs to be there too. Moreover, the person chosen for this gambling match is not a master choice, just a suitable pawn. Overall, the loss is bearable. If victorious, he could gradually change the other’s mind through the subtly influencing way of the chosen master. After a long pause, Jue Xian nodded and said, "Before the Imperial Tomb closes, I will wait for you at the main tomb." As he finished speaking, Jue Xian’s figure moved and instantly disappeared from the spot. "Whether or not I can persuade Jue Xian depends on this time." Xian Xian looked far away at the gentle young man, murmuring, "An Emperor-level sword intent, presumably the aptitude is not bad, right?" "I hope you won’t disappoint me..." In the eyes of others, Emperor-level sword intent is an extremely terrifying achievement. But for the innately Emperor-spirit Xian Xian and Jue Xian, it’s just so-so. Jue Xian noticed the presence of Su Changqing but didn’t care. Xian Xian knew that Su Changqing had Emperor intent but did not dare to claim victory. As sword spirits existing since the dawn of time, they have too many powerful means. Merely Emperor-level sword intent cannot be considered a sure-win chip. Everything still depends on talent and aptitude. Suppressing all kinds of thoughts in his heart, Xian Xian took a step forward and disappeared from where he stood. Amir and his group, who had just stepped into the Imperial Tomb, were greedily looking at the world before them. Endless resources, countless blood food, this place would make them grow stronger rapidly. However, neither Amir nor Wu Xiu cared about those rare treasures. "Sir, can you detect the direction of the Emperor spirit?" Wu Xiu looked around eagerly and asked. Though the other treasures in the Imperial Tomb are precious, they are nothing compared to the legendary Emperor spirit. "How could it be found?" Amir shook his head and said, "For such a supreme existence to remain undetected, even the Great Emperor could do nothing." Speaking, he frowned, murmuring to himself, "I must think of a way to lure the Emperor spirit out." "But what method can be used for such an existence..." As Amir was troubled, the world in front of him suddenly transformed, the scene changing in an instant. The dark purple sky and earth, the fear-inducing boundless sword intent. And that man standing in the void like a deity, looking down with a frown. "The aptitude is too poor, the darkness purity is not high, the inheritance is acceptable but unrefined..." Amir, hailed as a peerless prodigy in the restricted zone, seemed like trash in Jue Xian’s eyes. Indeed, as a sword spirit that has existed for countless ages, who hasn’t he seen? Compared to those people, calling Amir a waste isn’t an exaggeration. But there’s no choice; among the demonic beings that entered this place, only Amir barely meets Jue Xian’s criteria. "It’s enough, with secret techniques to stimulate potential, teaching techniques that damage oneself but are powerful, it’s enough to surpass Xian Xian." "With Xian Xian’s hesitant nature, he would never teach those techniques that squeeze out potential for quick success." "I want to see, without those quick-success secret techniques, what kind of Sword Cultivator you can teach in a short time!" Jue Xian looked toward the distant sky, a cold smile forming. Did he really think he didn’t notice that young man with Emperor intent, wielding the Law Sword of the Sword Emperor? After all, being within the Sword Emperor’s tomb, the person chosen by the Sword Emperor inevitably draws attention. Xian Xian thought he had the advantage, but little did he know, Jue Xian didn’t care at all. After all, in the short term, quick-success methods are a thousand times more effective than teaching techniques! "What is this place, and why have you brought me here!" Seeing the unfamiliar environment and that terrifying being, Amir’s face showed a hint of fear. The desires of demonic beings are infinite, and so is their fear. Facing this sudden, uncontrollable event, he couldn’t help but tremble all over. "Weren’t you looking for me?" Jue Xian’s indifferent gaze fell, looking at the trembling Amir, with a slight frown. The foreign demonic beings are powerful and have limitless lifespans. But these creatures are extremely afraid of death, and their timid nature displeased him. Amir was taken aback upon hearing this, then showed a joyous expression, "Are you the Emperor spirit?" Seeing the dark purple light surrounding the other and that terrifying sword intent that seemed to annihilate all, Amir’s face showed even more joy. "Cutting through time and space, severing cause and effect, annihilating all!" "You are Lord Jue Xian, one of the four great sword spirits!" The indescribable joy made Amir a little dizzy. He never expected that the legendary existence would be quietly standing before him. "Lord Jue Xian, are you here to choose a master?" Amir knelt down in excitement, "Please rest assured, Lord, I will never disgrace your prestige!" Jue Xian looked indifferently, as if looking at an ant. People like Amir don’t even have the qualification to be his sword slaves. "I made a deal with someone and need a helper." "Help me defeat a junior, and I’ll help you rebuild your Sword Dao, bone structure, and bloodline, granting you supreme secret techniques." "The cost is damage to your essence, consuming your potential." Jue Xian spoke directly, unwilling to waste words with such an ant. He didn’t hide the drawbacks following his teachings. This couldn’t be concealed, and he disdained to hide it. Even if his secret techniques cause great damage, they are something countless powerful beings crave. Simply defeating one person, as long as he could win, even if his essence was damaged and potential greatly reduced, Amir would still profit greatly. Amir understood this too. Though not being recognized by Jue Xian disappointed him. But being able to have such a supreme being rebuild his Sword Dao, bone structure, and bloodline, along with many secret techniques, is a great opportunity! "Rest assured, Lord, I’ll surely help you win!" Amir’s face had uncontrollable excitement, but still asked anxiously, "May I know who this person you’re talking about is?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Though a great opportunity was before him, Amir feared he couldn’t manage it. How could someone whom sword spirit Jue Xian personally wanted to defeat be ordinary? "The person is a cultivator from the continent, don’t know if you recognize, named..." Jue Xian looked towards the distant horizon and slowly spoke, "Su Changqing." Amir’s eyes gleamed upon hearing this. He thought it was some terrifying demonic prodigy from beyond, not expecting it was merely the continent’s own Su Changqing! Indeed, the other is strong, but he himself, being in the Divine Skill Realm, is not weak either! Even if there’s a gap, there’s still Lord Jue Xian’s guidance! This battle is definitely winnable! Imperial Tomb, Star Mountain! This mountain rises tens of thousands of feet, standing at the world’s peak, with ancient sword patterns carved all over the mountain, permeated by Dao Rhymes. And atop the mountain, a brilliant golden sharp sword hangs upside down, radiating endless brilliance. Without needing anyone to say, at just one glance, one can see there are great treasures here! The upside-down divine sharp sword atop the mountain, its endless Dao Rhymes, hints comprehension merely on sight. Countless people came as news spread, Star Mountain filled with dense cultivators like ants climbing the peak! However, the endless sword patterns engraved outside the mountain exude terrifying oppression. The overwhelming sword intent forms dreadful storms, even making Saints change color at the sight. As everyone struggled to climb, a gentle-faced young man walked up to the mountain’s foot. "One of the Sword Dao laws..." Su Changqing looked up, seeing the sharp sword yet to be taken, smiling, "It’s simpler than I imagined." However, Su Changqing did not see Xian Xian standing with hands behind his back beside the Law Sword atop the mountain. He looked at Su Changqing at the foot of the mountain, murmuring, "Let me see, how is your talent!"