My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 419 Challenge Failed, Doubts Arise

Those Foundation Establishment disciples, burdened with heavy expectations, all failed the challenge.

The elders frowned, their hearts filled with disappointment and anger, and that last bit of smug anticipation vanished without a trace.

Sword Island only opens once every hundred years. They ordered these disciples to abandon all other opportunities and rush straight to the Sword Pool, hoping to make a name for themselves, bring glory to their family, and seize more influence at this moment.

Within the Hundred Swords Pavilion, there is no better opportunity to establish a name than Sword Island.

However, the result is so dismal. They have failed in their challenge and lost face. It seems they will really have to go home empty-handed this time.

While the few spirit swords might not be considered rare treasures by their families, the significance they held was entirely different.

Witnessing all this, the sect leader remained silent, standing with his hands behind his back, his figure like a majestic mountain, unyielding and unshakeable.

He could see right through these kids' thoughts.

Although they came to challenge the Sword Pool, their purpose was not the sword, but fame and glory.

How can someone whose heart is filled with distracting thoughts and desires possibly pass the test and comprehend the true essence of swordsmanship?

This kind of mentality is utterly disrespectful.

For sword cultivators, the sword is life itself, is their faith.

If one cultivates for fame and fortune, then one has deviated from the original purpose of the sword path and is destined not to go very far.

"Chu Lengyu, go and take a look." The sect leader's voice came, tinged with weariness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the elders' faces showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

What does that mean? What are you trying to show her?

Did the sect leader also give Chu Lengyu some trump card, allowing her to take this opportunity to challenge the Sword Pool and then become famous by stepping on their people?

Upon hearing this, Chu Lengyu's heart stirred slightly.

She looked up at the sect leader, only to find his eyes held a hidden meaning, making them difficult to understand. She guessed that perhaps the sect leader was still trying to test her.

Since that was the case, she had no objection and nodded in agreement, walking step by step toward the Sword Pool.

When she approached the sword pool, the sword intent within it did not stir up any ripples because of her arrival, as if she were just an insignificant passerby who could not attract the attention of these proud spirit swords at all.

This scene made the elders secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

They smiled at each other, and the doubts and worries in their eyes gradually disappeared.

It seems that Chu Lengyu did not obtain any special trump cards, and her innate sword heart is probably also problematic, as even the spirit sword ignores her.

This result left them feeling both relieved and disappointed.

What's reassuring is that she poses no threat, but what's disappointing is that she can't bring new glory to the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

Chu Lengyu examined each of the failed disciples. They were pale and had unfocused eyes, clearly due to damage to their spiritual senses. Fortunately, their injuries were not serious. They only needed to take some pills and rest for a while to recover.

These disciples, though arrogant and conceited, are ultimately still part of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

She took out a bottle of pills carefully refined by Nangong Xue and gently placed it beside them.

However, the disciples still looked at her with hostility and unfriendly eyes.

Their hearts were filled with resentment and anger, as if they wanted to vent these emotions on the seemingly weak junior sister in front of them.

But Chu Lengyu seemed completely oblivious to their hostility, simply smiled faintly, and turned to walk away.

Her attitude, on the contrary, made these people feel uncomfortable, as if they had punched cotton.

They stared wide-eyed at her departing figure, their hearts filled with confusion and bewilderment.

“How could she… how could she do this?” a disciple murmured to himself, his face full of astonishment.

“That’s right. She’s clearly just a junior sister in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, but her eyes, attitude, and the feeling she gives off are like an elder in the family.” Another disciple chimed in, his brows furrowed.

They felt a jolt, but then shook their heads and immediately dismissed the absurd idea.

Perhaps, this is just their misconception.

The sect leader silently watched Chu Lengyu's every move, but his hands behind his back suddenly clenched tighter, revealing his inner turmoil.

The Sword Pool remained calm and still, without any reaction, like a stagnant pool, so silent that it sent chills down one's spine.

However, another possibility is hidden—those proud spirit swords are not unresponsive, but rather suppressed to the point that they dare not make the slightest move!

The moment this thought arose, it filled the sect leader with extreme horror.

There are tens of thousands of spirit swords on Sword Island!

Among them are many third-, fourth-, and even fifth-tier magical treasures, which is a force capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

If one were to suppress the entire Sword Island to the point of immobility, what terrifying power would that require? At least, he absolutely could not do it.

Thinking of this, the sect leader couldn't help but gasp, a sense of indescribable shock and fear welling up in his heart.

If we look at all of Chu Lengyu's actions from a different perspective, then her repeated refusals and unconventional behavior all make sense.

He whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Really?"