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Chapter 247 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze 21

A journey through a mystical realm!

Xiao Ruojin couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly."

I had racked my brains trying to find a shortcut to quickly reach the realm of spiritual enlightenment.

But to my utter surprise, such a wonderful place, capable of helping people reach a state of spiritual transcendence, was hidden right under my nose.

All his previous efforts were in vain. If he had known about this wonderful place earlier, he would have found a way to climb the pavilion long ago.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ruojin couldn't help but start cursing the original owner of the body again.

The original owner was utterly foolish.

He spends his time worrying about trivial matters. After all these years of hard work, he's still no good in the court; his martial arts skills are also at the bottom; and even marrying a concubine has resulted in him being cuckolded.

It's absolutely nothing!

The original owner didn't value such an important place as the Number One Pavilion in the World at all.

He had very little information about the pavilion in his memory. If he hadn't used his mental power to reach the western part of the city today and happened to see this pavilion, he probably wouldn't have remembered this place at all.

Xiao Ruojin composed herself, suppressed her surging thoughts, and continued to control her mental power to enter the Number One Pavilion in the World.

He didn't enter from the entrance, floor by floor, but went straight to the fourth floor.

There was nothing here, no one or anything else, only a sword.

A dull, rusty sword, its blade covered in rust.

The rusty sword looked no different from scrap metal in a garbage dump.

How could a broken sword possibly be placed on the legendary fourth floor, which is said to allow one to ascend to heaven in one step?

There's something strange about this sword!

With a thought, Xiao Ruojin immediately activated her mental power to step forward, wanting to examine the rusty sword more closely.

"who?"

With a loud shout, a dark figure leaped from the third floor to the fourth floor, arriving in front of Rusty Sword almost instantly.

Xiao Ruojin felt a chill run down her spine, and the flowing mental energy she had been channeling instantly froze at that moment.

Normally, psychic power is invisible, colorless, and traceless. Unless an attack is launched, it is impossible for others to perceive its existence.

But this time, he merely used his telekinesis to lightly sweep over the rusty sword, and in the blink of an eye, his whereabouts were discovered.

Who is this man in black?

What is sacred?

Why can I sense the presence of telekinesis?

In this world, how many people are like him who can sense the power of thought?

At this moment, Xiao Ruojin's mind was racing, but deep down she couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and anticipation: Since this person could sense the existence of mental power, could he also see the problems in her?

He clenched his fists, his heart filled with both trepidation and hope.

The last people who could see his problems were the bald-headed monk and the lame Taoist priest, two madmen who refused to tell the truth. Since then, no one has been able to see his problems.

If this person could also...

There's hope of going home!

Thinking of this, Xiao Ruojin couldn't help but tremble. He forced himself to calm down, because the more critical the moment, the less he should rush.

He carefully controlled his telekinesis, hovering in mid-air, and meticulously observed the man in black below, trying to confirm once again whether the man in black could truly sense the presence of telekinesis.

But the result disappointed him.

Just after the mental energy stopped, the man in black seemed to sense a faint, imperceptible gaze from above. His eyes, hidden beneath his mask, began to search the room, as if trying to catch something through the void.

After a long while, a hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes. He had obviously not found anything unusual in the room, which made his originally determined gaze more uncertain.

He looked around hesitantly, as if questioning whether his intuition was wrong.

After a moment, he gently shook his head, as if to tell himself that everything just now was just an illusion.

Xiao Ruojin coldly watched the man in black's every move from her vantage point. The joy and anticipation that had initially risen in her heart had vanished, replaced by a profound sense of disappointment.

Although the man in black displayed unusual sensitivity, the reason he perceived the psychic power was not because he genuinely felt its existence, but because after reaching a certain level, he could sense the subtle fluctuations of power between heaven and earth.

This perception is like seeing a fish swimming in the water. People realize there is a fish underwater, sometimes not because they actually see the fish, but because they notice the ripples on the surface of the water.

Or perhaps it's a gentle breeze at night that makes people aware of the wind's presence, not because they see it directly, but because they feel the swaying of branches and the rustling of leaves.

Xiao Ruojin's hopes were dashed, and even his interest in examining the rusty sword vanished. He wanted to leave, but the man in black remained standing still, making it difficult for him to act. He could only patiently wait for an opportunity.

"Alas! I'm getting old. I can't even tell if someone's inside the room."

The man in black shook his head, speaking as if mocking himself, but there was no sign of him relaxing his vigilance in his eyes.

He spoke with self-deprecating humor, actually trying to lower the guard of those hiding in the shadows. Meanwhile, those in the shadows were using their divine sense to thoroughly scan the entire pavilion, not missing the slightest anomaly.

He has been guarding this pavilion for hundreds of years, and he knows every corner of it like the back of his hand. He is also very clear about whether anyone has entered or not.

Besides, with his cultivation level, how could he possibly be wrong?

Although it's unknown how the newcomer managed to conceal their aura and internal energy fluctuations so perfectly that even someone with his first Divine Ascension Realm cultivation couldn't sense them at all, it's certain that this person is still inside the pavilion, specifically on the fourth floor.

But after a while, there was still no movement in the room.

The man in black lowered his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, clearly having lost patience. Suddenly, his immense inner force spread out in all directions like waves.

The air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, producing a slight popping sound. The candlelight flickered violently under the shock, casting even more eerie shadows. The tables and chairs also swayed slightly, making soft creaking sounds, as if silently warning.

After the attack, the man in black held his breath, his whole body tense, waiting for any response.

However, apart from the sound of his heartbeat and the faint echo that had not yet stopped, the room remained deathly silent, as if the whole world had fallen silent at this moment.

Watching the black-clad figures struggling against the air below, Xiao Ruojin thought for a moment, then closed her eyes and focused her mind. Her mental energy, like invisible threads, silently merged into the air and slowly spread outwards.

The man in black noticed the subtle change in the air almost instantly. It was a pressure that was almost imperceptible, like an underwater current, subtle yet not to be ignored.

The man in black snorted coldly. With a flick of his arms and palms facing outward, a powerful force suddenly erupted. The surrounding airflow seemed to be torn apart by this sudden burst, forming a visible air wave that, with a whistling sound, rushed straight towards the abnormal area in the air.

Just as this force was about to strike her mental energy, Xiao Ruojin suddenly opened her eyes. The invisible force instantly dissipated into the air. As her mental energy receded, the red mark on her forehead gradually disappeared until it was completely gone.

"It seems that the man in black is the guardian of the Number One Pavilion in the World."

"Judging from his aura, he is even more powerful than Qi Tianchen and Zhuo Qing, who are both at the half-step Divine Realm. Could it be... that he is at the Divine Realm Profound Realm?"

Upon considering this possibility, Xiao Ruojin frowned and pondered.

That's right!

Those who ascend to the number one pavilion in the world will ascend to heaven in one step and directly reach the realm of divine travel. How could the guards of such a powerful place be anything less than excellent?

This was the first time Xiao Ruojin had ever seen someone live in such a mystical realm.

Li Changsheng also traveled to the Mystic Realm, but Xiao Ruojin arrived late, and now Li Changsheng has disappeared without a trace. Even the headmaster of the Jixia Academy, where he served, has been replaced by Chen Ru, the supervisor of the Shanqian Academy.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the chances of him ever meeting Li Changsheng in his lifetime are extremely slim.

However, if the man in black was truly in a state of spiritual travel, then why didn't he sense any mental power just now?

Does this mean that even if he reaches the Divine Realm, he cannot completely solve his problems?

Xiao Ruojin suddenly closed her eyes, unwilling to think about this possibility.

He had high hopes for this world where immortals existed. If this world still couldn't allow him to return home, then he would have no choice but to—

He continued to be emperor.

Afterwards, standing alone at the top of the deserted mountain, he could enjoy boundless power and wealth, but he also had to endure endless loneliness and solitude.

Ugh!

That's terrible!

Tsk tsk tsk!

Xiao Ruojin shook her head and ate three bowls of rice at noon.

……

After dinner, Xiao Ruojin strolled around the mansion, visiting Princess Hu Cuoyang and then 'caring' for Concubine Yi Wenjun, who had been ill since marrying into the mansion. Only then did she return to the front courtyard and sit at her desk, feeling anxious and restless.

Whether wandering in the mystical realm can solve his problem is one thing; whether he can actually reach that realm is another.

Now that a shortcut to the Divine Realm is right in front of him, how could he not be tempted?

The First Pavilion Under Heaven is also known as the Pavilion of Ascension to Heaven. Countless people around the world dream of stepping into it and ascending to heaven in one step.

Unfortunately, not just anyone can enter the Heavenly Pavilion. Only those with pure Daoist magic and the power of a great dragon and elephant can open the pavilion's doors; the rest can only look on in despair.

Now Xiao Ruojin finally understood why no one went to the Ascension Pavilion, and even the original owner of the body, who was always eager to do things, didn't pay much attention to this place anymore.

Because you can't get in. If you can't get in, you can't climb the pavilion. If you can't climb the pavilion, you can't reach the Mystic Realm. No matter how much you miss it, it's all in vain.

"Sigh!" Xiao Ruojin sighed softly, her voice filled with helplessness.

Unfortunately, he had already used his telekinesis, and the guardian was already on guard against it. If he were to use it again rashly, it would be uncertain whether he could escape safely. Even if he managed to escape, the guardian's telekinetic pathways might discover his location.

My spirit wanders through a mystical realm, soaring thousands of miles!

……

After much thought, the moon rose and the sun set. In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened.

As night falls, the Milky Way unfolds.

The moonlight outside the window spilled into the courtyard, draping the entire palace in a silvery veil. The quiet night was broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.

Xiao Ruojin paced back and forth in the study, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. The bookshelves were full of books, their yellowed pages recording the wisdom of countless people, yet none of them could solve his current predicament.

After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Ruojin couldn't resist and secretly extended her mental power to the Ascension Pavilion once again.

This time, however, he did not rush in. Instead, he controlled his mental power to quietly hover around the pavilion, carefully observing the building.

Under the moonlight, the Dengtian Pavilion seemed to be embedded in the night sky, with every part radiating dazzling light. The overall focus was on one word—'expensive', and I couldn't see anything else.

"From the outside, it looks like just an ordinary building, nothing special. It seems the secret lies inside," Xiao Ruojin thought to herself.

He had seen the rumored fourth floor before; it was empty except for a rusty longsword. As for what was in the other three floors, he didn't know, but he had a feeling that the phrase "ascending to heaven in one step" should apply to the guardian of the pavilion.

After thinking it over, Xiao Ruojin decided that he should go in and take a look, and make contact with the person guarding the pavilion.

However, the door was tightly closed, so he couldn't open it and therefore couldn't get in.

So he thought about it from the opposite perspective: since he couldn't get in, he could have the gatekeeper open the door from the inside.

Xiao Ruojin thought shamelessly, then separated a wisp of her mental power and entered the Ascending Heaven Pavilion with a small note.

As for whether this action would anger the guards, Xiao Ruojin hadn't considered it.

The instant that wisp of spiritual power entered the pavilion, a surge of power suddenly erupted, and at the same time, a phantom appeared, majestic and domineering, making people hesitate to approach.

The wisp of mental energy that Xiao Ruojin emitted was instantly reduced to ashes by this powerful impact, and the note was shattered into nothingness.

Then, the pavilion's doors swung open with a clang, and a voice came from inside: "Since you want to challenge the number one pavilion in the world, then come in."

Ok?

The gatekeeper agreed so readily, could it be that he's planning to lure him in and kill him?

The fact that her goal was achieved so easily made Xiao Ruojin somewhat hesitant.

Perhaps seeing that he hadn't gone in for a long time, the gatekeeper spoke up again: "Come in! Didn't you want the Ascending Heaven Pavilion? And that sword on the fourth floor, you must want it too. But that makes sense! The Heaven-Slaying Sword, the number one of the Ten Famous Swords, no one would want it."

Heaven-Slaying Sword?

Xiao Ruojin quickly recalled all the information about the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword, according to legend, was forged from copper from the Shou Mountain by the ancient sword-making god. Its golden-yellow exterior has been passed down for thousands of years and is hailed as the number one sword in the world, also known as the Emperor's Sword.

The front is painted with a sky full of stars, and the back depicts mountains, rivers and seas. It is a long sword that only the monarch chosen by heaven is qualified to wear.

Xiao Ruojin: ...

Honestly, how did his sword end up inside the Ascension Pavilion!

Xiao Ruojin stood up and headed towards the Number One Pavilion in the World without hesitation.

If the person guarding the pavilion were to tempt him with the promise of a mystical journey, he might be able to resist.

The person guarding the pavilion actually mentioned the Heaven-Slaying Sword. Who could tolerate that?

The Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Imperial Seal are essentially the same thing; they were born to belong to him.

his!!!