He rode his sword and traveled between heaven and earth, cutting down the sun and moon with a single thought.
This was the most direct reason why they chose the sword control system.
It was because the sword control system was cool and could be used to show off…
Qin Mu began to explain the history of sword cultivation to them, as well as the incomparably bright employment prospects of their profession.
Even if he had learned something half-baked, it would be more than enough to be a bodyguard or something.
Zhang Qingyuan and the others were intoxicated and yearned for it.
However…
Qin Mu changed the topic and pointed at the valley.""This valley is called the Sword Burial Valley. Many sword cultivators from ancient times to the present are buried inside, as well as their spirit swords!”
"If you want to learn sword control, the first step is to find a sword that belongs to you!”
"There are countless world-shaking peerless sword cultivators inside, as well as ordinary sword cultivators. What kind of sword you can obtain depends on your luck.”
"Go. Stay in the Sword Burial Valley for a night and find your own swords!”
After he was done…
Qin Mu put his hands behind his back and continued to mingle with the class.
After Zhang Qingyuan and the others were injected with stimulants…
Without any hesitation, he resolutely walked into this eerie valley.
"Teacher, don't worry. We will definitely not let you down and find our own swords!”
The ten of them seemed to be full of confidence in them.
Seeing this scene, Qin Mu mourned for them for a second.
In this valley…
It was not as simple as burying the sword.
This valley was part of the Cultivation University.
According to the system's explanation, he had been teleported from another world.
Many world-shaking Swordsmen were buried inside.
After they died…
Even though his soul was scattered.
However, his spiritual sense could not erase it.
It often echoed in the valley.
This was also the reason why everyone could feel the dense and sinister aura even though they were standing outside the valley.
Moreover…
It was fine during the day.
At night, the Yin Qi inside erupted…
The situation was completely different.
……
After the ten new students of the sword control department entered the valley.
What greeted his eyes was a desolate and dilapidated area.
That's right.
Broken limbs and bones were everywhere.
It was a shocking sight!
The air was filled with a rotten smell.
From time to time, a gust of cold wind blew, causing their hair to stand on end.
"Is this…a graveyard?"
Zhang Qingyuan could not help but gulp after recovering from the shock.
The others nodded numbly.
In this valley.
They could see broken limbs and remains after taking two steps.
It emitted a desolate and ancient aura.
He didn't know how long he had been dead.
The few old men in their seventies or eighties were scared out of their wits.
Whoever entered the grave…
He couldn't remain calm.
"Eh? I found a broken sword!"
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed student pointed at the ground a few meters away.
A broken sword was stabbed into the " graveyard ".
It was unknown how many years this sword had been here.
It was already rusted, as if it would be weathered with a touch.
Around it were bones.
It was unknown if it was a leg bone or a hand bone.
"Teacher told us to find a complete sword, not a broken one!”
Very soon, Zhang Qingyuan rejected this sword.
This sword…
It was obvious that it could not be used.
"Are we…really going to dig swords here?”
A freshman in his eighties was on the verge of tears.
He was just standing on this graveyard…
They were all shivering.
He had to dig a grave?
The ten of them looked at each other.
To be honest…
They had never done such a thing before.
It was exciting just thinking about it.
While everyone was hesitating…
Zhang Qingyuan stood up and glared at the crowd."Teacher has high hopes for us and taught us everything. He hopes that we can become useful!”
" Their Mining Department…Pfft, their Refining Department has gone to mine, their Alchemy Department has gone to seek survival, their Divination Department has gone to beg, our Sword Control Department…"
"It's just digging a grave! What's wrong?"
"Are you scared off by this little setback?”
At this moment, Zhang Qingyuan was full of energy.
It was mainly because his other two roommates had started writing about their studies…
They did not give up.
Why should he give up?
If he gave up, how could he still have the face to go back and see them?
After hearing what he said…
The other nine members of the sword control department blushed, and their fighting spirit was also aroused.
They rolled up their sleeves, squatted on the ground, and began to clean up the remains scattered on the ground.
Prepare to excavate.
"I must find my own sword today!”
"That's right! Our teacher has already said that our Sword Control Department has the brightest future. We must not give up!”
"After I learn how to ride a sword and the semester ends, I want to fly straight home!”
“……”
The ten of them cheered themselves on as they dug.
They started working in full swing.
Outside the valley.
Qin Mu saw this scene.
He was very satisfied.
He also said that if they cowered…
He came in to replenish his energy.
It seemed like this group of old people…
They were all full of confidence in their profession.
However…
Not long after.
In the Sword Burial Valley, waves of miserable screams came one after another.
"Ah…I think I dug out someone's finger?”
"I dug out an eyeball!"
"You scared me to death…Come and see me…"
One could faintly hear that everyone's voice was trembling.
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