"Young Master, just ignore him. We have nothing to fear from someone like him," the Tian Po Sword shouted inside Yun Jin's mind. "A mere Qingxiao Pavilion, not even worth mentioning."
Yun Jin raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked mentally, "Oh? Does our Wushuang Sect have some devastating secret weapon? The kind that can wipe out a Holy Land in one strike?"
Otherwise, how could the Tian Po Sword be acting so smug?
The Tian Po Sword was clearly stunned. "Of course not! What kind of weapon could do that?"
Yun Jin's brow lifted slightly.
Then why were you acting so arrogant?
The Tian Po Sword gave a dry cough. "In all of heaven and earth, only my master has glimpsed even the outer layer of the Dao of Space. Only he can find and use these dimensional pocket spaces. Even Qingxiao Pavilion cannot set foot in our base without your permission, Young Master. If they did, you could eject them with a single thought. So if they really do want to turn hostile, we'll just close the entrance."
Yun Jin couldn't help but laugh. "So in the end, your plan is to turtle up if things go south?"
The Tian Po Sword bristled. "What turtle? That's called a contingency plan. A retreat route, understand?"
Yun Jin gave a perfunctory nod.
Hiding in a dimensional space was not her style.
If she locked herself in here, how would she gather Emotional Value, how would she grow stronger, how would she take in disciples and rebuild Wushuang Sect?
She had promised to restore Wushuang Sect, and she intended to do it thoroughly.
As for Qingxiao Pavilion, Yun Jin had already made up her mind. No one was forcing her to play the coward, and she would never agree to it.
The tension between Duan Yiwei and Yun Jin was palpable.
The others glanced between them, clearly wondering what might happen next.
"I'm sure what happened with Qingxiao Pavilion was just an accident," said Jin Yu. "Since it was an accident, there's no need to dwell on it."
Duan Yiwei shot him a look and sneered. "Easy for you to say, Kunlun Sword Sect didn't suffer any losses, did they?"
Jin Yu remained calm. "Then what do you want to do? Keep arguing here? How about this: if you truly have backbone, then Qingxiao Pavilion's disciples can step back from receiving any further benefits. The rest of us will follow Junior Sister Yun Jin deeper into the sect."
Duan Yiwei's face darkened further.
So far, Qingxiao Pavilion was the only Holy Land that had come away empty-handed.
Even if he knew Yun Jin was targeting them, how could he willingly accept such humiliation and walk away?
Duan Yiwei said coldly, "I'm here under the orders of my Sect Master. While some people might be using despicable tricks in the shadows, until I fulfill that command, I will not withdraw."
Yun Jin rolled her eyes. "Spare me the speech. You're just hoping for more benefits from Wushuang Sect."
"You..." Duan Yiwei tried to retort.
But Yun Jin had already turned away. "An Tong, where to next?"
An Tong gave a cheerful smile. "Young Master, Wushuang Sect is still rebuilding. Everything's in its early stages. I'll guide everyone through a simple tour of what we have."
An Tong led the group onward.
The first thing they saw was a towering great hall.
"This is the Sect Master's Hall. Once the sect is officially restored, Young Master, you will be coronated as Sect Master here. But for now, we won't enter.
Over here is the Library Pavilion. It holds countless manuals. And as for you friends from Qingxiao Pavilion, don't bother trying anything sneaky. These manuals are well-protected. If you're not a disciple of Wushuang Sect, you're not allowed to read them.
This area will be for the disciple quarters, though construction hasn't started yet.
And this section—our founder buried Yun Clay here. It spreads slowly over time, and this will be our spiritual farmland zone, which will also gradually expand."
After the simple tour, An Tong stopped in the back mountain, where a wide stretch of open land awaited them.
At the front stood a single plaque inscribed with two words: Armory Vault.
But behind it, the area was completely barren. Not even a shadow of a weapon could be seen.
"This is your Wushuang Sect's armory? Do you need a donation from us?" Duan Yiwei couldn't resist mocking.
An Tong chuckled. "When our founder arrived in this world, aside from the Sword Tomb at Lin City, she left behind four secret realms. The keys to those secret realms were given to the four of you."
Jin Yu and the others nodded.
"Besides the keys, each secret realm contains many weapons. Now, it is time for them to return," An Tong said.
The pupils of those present constricted.
Those four secret realms were scattered in remote areas. They did indeed contain many weapons. Most of those weapons were damaged, but within each one lay a trial space, and the four sects had gained great benefits from them.
After they had retrieved the keys and left, the secret realms vanished completely. Even when they returned with their sects, they couldn't find them again.
But now An Tong was saying these weapons would return here?
How was that possible?
"Young Master," An Tong said, turning to Yun Jin, "please open the dimensional entrance."
Yun Jin gave a small nod.
Once again, the expressions of those around her shifted.
She wasn't bluffing. Yun Jin could really control the entrance to this pocket dimension.
She made a few gestures, and above them, a vortex appeared in the sky.
The Tian Po Sword materialized at her side, while An Tong stood before it. His chubby little hands danced through the air, forming intricate seals with dazzling speed.
The next moment—
The vortex, which had remained still, began to stir.
A battered long spear emerged from the vortex and planted itself upright into the empty ground.
And that was only the beginning.
The following moment—
A torrential rain of weapons fell from the sky, summoned from all directions as if answering a call.
Yun Jin tilted her head back and watched, dazed.
These weapons—
Some were completely destroyed, their forms telling stories of brutal battles.
Some were of low grade and looked unremarkable, clearly created by seniors in their early cultivation days.
Some bore forging styles unlike anything from the human race, likely crafted by other species.
They poured in from every direction and filled the massive field.
The Tian Po Sword trembled, and from within his sword realm, a great number of swords flew out, each finding its rightful place.
It was as if these weapons had their own consciousness. When they all settled into the ground, they let out a unified hum.
Even those that had been shattered now pulsed with faint life, as if reawakened.
Duan Yiwei's expression changed. He instinctively took a step forward to investigate.
At that moment—
A mechanical voice rang out. "All weapons have returned. Armory Vault established."
A translucent barrier rose into the air and descended slowly, encasing the entire zone in shimmering light.