Everyone's expression changed dramatically.
The residents of Lin City had gazed upon that giant sword for a thousand years. They were intimately familiar with it.
And now, the sword floating before their eyes was unmistakably the Tian Po Sword.
This massive sword had actually been subdued by the young woman before them?
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A smile curved on Yun Jin's lips. "A thousand years ago, a senior passed through Lin City and established a Sword Tomb within the Yu family's estate. That senior left word that the tomb would wait here for a fated one. In exchange, the Sword Tomb would help nurture the Yu family's disciples. But after a thousand years, no one worthy ever appeared.
Until I, Yun Jin, a once-in-a-generation sword cultivator, arrived in Lin City. The Sword Tomb acknowledged me as its master, and I inherited the will of that senior — to restore the Wushuang Sect to glory!"
Yun Jin boasted shamelessly, weaving in all sorts of self-promotion.
But the onlookers were too focused on those three unfamiliar words.
Wushuang Sect? What was that?
"A sect? Never heard of it."
"Probably not very well known."
Yun Jin, as if anticipating their doubts, said calmly, "I understand everyone may not be familiar with our Wushuang Sect. So now, please watch this short... presentation."
The next moment.
A massive screen unfurled in the sky, projecting vivid images related to the Wushuang Sect.
This VCR had been crafted overnight by Yun Jin and the Tian Po Sword, and it was even more polished than what Yun Jin had previously seen.
The opening scene was packed with dazzling special effects.
A man stood atop a water dragon, cutting through waves in a boundless sea as he slaughtered sea beasts with ease.
He laughed boldly. "I've grasped the Primordial Water. The Boundless Sea is no different from flat ground to me!"
Then, on a snow-covered mountain peak, a woman danced gracefully with her sword.
When her sword descended, the mountain trembled.
In that instant, the snow and ice melted, life sprang forth, and verdant growth blanketed the peak.
The woman chuckled softly. "I've only touched the surface of Primordial Life, yet it already holds such power. Ice melts, life awakens… how wondrous."
The scene changed again.
Now it revealed Yunhai Mountain.
As the mist parted, the true form of the Wushuang Sect was revealed.
"My Law lies in speed."
A Senior Brother moved like a dragon, his swordplay swift and unpredictable.
"My Law lies in sharpness."
Another Senior Brother wielded a spear that shattered entire peaks in one strike.
"My Law lies in nature."
A young woman sat in a sea of flowers. With a gentle motion of her hand, the blossoms across the mountain danced with her rhythm.
"My Law lies in concealment."
Another woman vanished into the void, reappearing miles away in an instant. She came and went like a phantom.
Scene after scene flashed across the sky.
The crowd could barely keep up.
For many of them, this was their first time encountering the concept of Law.
Cultivation, wasn't it just about refining spiritual power?
But in the images before them, these people never once mentioned spiritual power. They spoke only of their personal Law.
So this... was the Wushuang Sect?
It looked incredibly powerful.
Yun Jin observed their reactions with great satisfaction.
It seemed her recruitment video had done its job.
This should be enough to draw in the first wave of disciples.
But...
This was only the beginning.
At the end of the promotional video.
Wan Dao Saint appeared, smiling radiantly in midair as he waved at the viewers. "I am Wan Dao Saint. I'll be waiting for you at the Wushuang Sect."
Others soon followed.
"I'm Fairy Ling Yun. I'll be waiting for you in Wushuang Sect."
"I'm Daoist Jin Feng. I'll be waiting for you in Wushuang Sect."
Everyone who appeared earlier now waved to the viewers.
The Tian Po Sword watched the final scene and sheepishly lowered its head.
Originally, its master had left these images within the Sword Dao space to help his successor learn about the Wushuang Sect's past.
Now, under the Young Master's guidance, those images had been... slightly edited, with some voiceovers added by the sword spirits.
It wasn't overboard, right?
Yes, yes. Not overboard at all.
After all, the swords' duty was to obey their master's will.
And Yun Jin was now his Young Master. Listening to her commands was only natural.
Inside the Tian Po Sword's Sword Dao space, the other swords were just as excited.
They had all contributed to the editing and voice dubbing of the Wushuang Sect members. The final effect, as expected, turned out beautifully.
And so, the promotional video ended.
The crowd below was stunned, their minds dazzled.
Emotional Value continued flooding in, and Yun Jin's smile grew even brighter.
She spoke again, voice calm and confident. "Now I imagine many of you have another question. What tier is our Wushuang Sect? A top-tier sect? A super sect? Or perhaps... a Holy Land?
If that's your guess, I'm afraid you are all wrong.
Please enjoy the next clip. A friendly reminder — this footage was personally provided by the number one cultivator of the human race, Sect Master Ji of the Kunlun Sword Sect, also known as the foremost Sword Immortal."
Hm?
Jin Yu was momentarily stunned.
He had also been awed by the cultivation methods shown in the previous video.
Now, he was just confused.
Sect Master?
The Sect Master personally contributed footage?
More importantly, how had Yun Jin even made contact with the Sect Master?
Jin Yu was filled with doubt.
Before he could sort it out, the new video began.
This time, there were only two figures.
One was Ji Wusi.
The other, the Wan Dao Saint.
These two peerless powerhouses faced off above the endless ocean in a sparring match. Blow after blow, their techniques dazzled the eyes, their depth beyond comprehension.
Having just seen the earlier video, the crowd now knew the Wan Dao Saint was from the Wushuang Sect.
As for Ji Wusi, he was far more renowned — the undisputed number one of the current age.
Yet the unknown Wan Dao Saint fought Ji Wusi to a standstill, and that alone was enough to shake everyone.
But what came next was even more shocking.
In the final exchange, both fighters withdrew their moves at the same time. Ji Wusi clasped his hands and said, "Once again, I've lost by a single move."
The video ended there.
"That's impossible!" Jin Yu blurted out instinctively.
How could the Sect Master lose?
The Sect Master... lose?
He simply couldn't accept it.
The entire crowd fell into stunned silence.
When Sect Master Ji had admitted defeat, he had used one particular word.
"Again."
Which meant this wasn't the first time they had sparred.
And every time... Sect Master Ji had lost?
He was the number one cultivator of the human race. The strongest being in the realm.
He had once lost to the Wan Dao Saint?
"This footage was personally given to me by Sect Master Ji," Yun Jin said. "Its authenticity is beyond question. In this world, who would dare forge such a thing?"
Even Yun Jin herself felt moved at heart.
After deciding that the Wushuang Sect would go public with high-profile tactics, she had taken the initiative to reach out to her teachers.
Her Master had said nothing at first. But not long after, a message came through her communication token, carrying that very footage.
At the time, Yun Jin hadn't even processed it properly.
Then came Ji Wusi's voice.
"If you want to make a name, aim straight for the peak. Wan Dao Saint deserves it. The Wushuang Sect deserves it."
Yun Jin instantly understood.
Her teacher was using his own reputation to elevate Wan Dao Saint and the Wushuang Sect.
The invincible Ji Wusi had once been defeated.
That fact alone would be enough to launch Wan Dao Saint's fame to the highest heights.
Yun Jin let out a quiet sigh.
In the images left behind by the Wushuang Sect, she had once seen her teacher from a thousand years ago. From those scenes, it was clear that Ji Wusi and the Wan Dao Saint had once been close friends, bound by mutual respect.
All these years later, Wan Dao Saint had fallen, and the Wushuang Sect had been buried in history.
Her teacher must have carried deep regret.
Which was why he now chose to honor an old friend, in this powerful and unforgettable way.