Chapter 256 – In the Pool, Sword Intent (2/2)

Zhexiu expressionlessly continued, ”Like Liang Xiaoxiao and Qi Jian, Zhuang Huanyu, as well as the other upper level Ethereal Opening cultivators from the various sects; we haven't seen any of them.”

Chen Changsheng shook his legs, then put his shoes back on and tied them tight. ”Even if the demons really did buy over a few traitors, none of them would dare fight against those people.”

Zhexiu said, ”They're definitely keeping an eye on things from the shadows.”

Thinking about the responsibility that Gou Hanshi had entrusted to him back in the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Changsheng said, ”Let's go to the Sword Pool and see.”

Even if they could not meet up with Qi Jian and Liang Xiaoxiao, it would be great if they were able to find the Sword Pool.

After rushing about for these past two days and nights, he felt that he was entitled to be somewhat selfish.

Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu departed from the riverbank and they walked into the forest.

They would let the other cultivators worry about the dangers hidden in the mountains, yet apparently, they were not worried about their own safety at all.

It was because they were youths. Although they did not display much passion on the surface, neither of them was lacking in self-confidence. As they set forth together on their journey, of course they would have no fear.

Just as the pair were setting off across the mountain, on the other side of the mountain range, the white-robed young lady was walking.

Although she was alone, she remained as fearless as ever, and her expression was calm. At some point in time, a bow had appeared on her shoulder.

She arrived at the river that she had come to at the beginning. Following the same route upstream, she came to the place where the master from the Clear Void Monastery had battled with Holy Maiden Peak's Senior Tong. On the riverbank, which Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu had barely paid a glance at, was a blackened bloodstain. She continued to walk in silence, not saying anything for a very long time.

Those two had never been good at conversation, nor did they like it very much. The various conversations that they had in the past two days in the Garden of Zhou could already be considered to be quite a lot.

Occasionally, the cry of a bird would disrupt the tranquility of the forest. These were caused by their footsteps disturbing the wildlife.

In the records of the Daoist Canons, Chen Changsheng had learnt that someone had once found the scabbard of ancient sword in this piece of forest.

Liang Xiaoxiao and Qi Jian, as well as Zhuang Huanyu, had disappeared in the upper reaches of this river, further confirming his conclusion.

If there truly was a Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, it was probably in this direction.

For the Mount Li Sword Sect to want to find the legendary Sword Pool was the most natural thing in the world.

What Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu did not know was that the saying that no one had ever found a sword in the Garden of Zhou was, in fact, wrong.

Many years ago, the Junior Martial Uncle from Mount Li with the name of Su had found a sword and brought it out of the Garden of Zhou.

Only, for some reason, this matter had never been made known.

The volume of water in this river was not great. Especially as someone moved upstream and went past several tributary rivers, the strength of the flow grew much weaker, and the river became as clear and as shallow as a mirror.

However, this river was very long. The two had set out at dawn, and only when the sun hung high up in the sky did they finally reach its end.

As with many other rivers, this river ended at a cliff. From this cliff flowed the silver thread of a waterfall.

At the bottom of the waterfall, there was a deep pool. There was a constant deep boom as the water fell into the pool.

Zhexiu lifted his head and squinted his eyes up at the top of the waterfall, but he only saw the fierce light of the sun and the shallow layer of water on the cliffside, as transparent as colored glass. From this, he could confirm that this was the peak of the mountain.

”I'll go and take a look.”

Without waiting for Chen Changsheng's response, he quickly rushed over to the cliff. As he approached it, he suddenly lowered his body, then with a whoosh, he turned into a dark shadow. Leaping up over a dozen yards up the cliff, he began to speedily zip his way up the cliff. It only took him a few moments before he arrived at the top of the cliff.

Chen Changsheng viewed all of this from the bottom. He could faintly make out how as Zhexiu quickly ascended, his hands seems to emit a cold light.

Zhexiu's figure disappeared from the top of the waterfall. Most likely, he had gone to check the true source of the river.

Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze and he turned his attention to the deep pool of water under the waterfall, at which point he had a thought.

This place was the summit of the mountain and the source of the stream, so the volume of water should not have been too great. The scene that he and Zhexiu saw was in line with their expectations.

The waterfall was very thin and its volume was very small, so then why was the pool into which it fell so deep?

He walked over to the edge of the pond and looked into water. He could only see the gloom, the bottom not visible in the slightest.

He calmed his mind, then he released his spiritual sense and began to explore the depths.

After his spiritual sense had traveled who knows how far, he felt his eye begin to ache, like a thin leaf had blown into them.

He closed his eyes and began to shed tears.

There was a strand of sword intent.

Although it was faint and elusive, he was absolutely sure that it was a strand of sword intent.