"Master, don't pay attention to him, we don't have to be scared of him at all," Tianpo shouted in Yun Jin's mind. "A mere Qingxiao Pavilion is nothing."
Yun Jin raised a brow and asked inwardly, "Oh? Does Wushuang Sect have some ultimate killing weapon? The kind that, once unleashed, could destroy a holy land?"
Otherwise, how could Tianpo be this confident?
Tianpo looked shocked, "How could such a weapon exist?"
Yun Jin arched her brow higher.
Then why are you so arrogant?
Tianpo coughed lightly, "In this world, only my master comprehended a trace of the Great Dao of Space, allowing him to locate these dimensional spaces and turn them into his own domain. Even Qingxiao Pavilion cannot enter our base unless Little Master permits it. And even if they enter, a single thought from Little Master can expel them. So if Qingxiao Pavilion really turns hostile, we can simply close the entrance!"
Yun Jin was both amused and exasperated, "So your plan is to hide like a turtle if things go wrong."
Tianpo became displeased, "It's not hiding like a turtle, it's called having a fallback! Do you know what a fallback is?"
Yun Jin nodded perfunctorily.
Retreating into a dimensional space wasn't what she wanted.
If she hid here, how would she gain Emotion Points? How would she grow quickly stronger? How would she recruit disciples and expand Wushuang Sect?
She had promised to rebuild Wushuang Sect, then she would do it properly.
As for Qingxiao Pavilion, Yun Jin already had her own calculations.
It's impossible for her to become a turtle.
The atmosphere between Duan Yiwei and Yun Jin remained tense.
The others watched with flickering gazes, each harboring their own thoughts.
"Qingxiao Pavilion's situation was likely just an accident," Jin Yu said calmly. "Since it was an accident, there's no need to dwell on it."
Duan Yiwei shot him a glance and snorted, "Easy for Kunlun Sword Sect to say, you didn't suffer losses."
Jin Yu remained composed, "So do you intend to keep arguing here? How about this, if Qingxiao Pavilion has backbone, then refuse any further benefits. The rest of us will proceed deeper with Junior Sister Yun Jin."
Hearing Jin Yu say this made Duan Yiwei's face darkened further.
Up to this point, Qingxiao Pavilion was the only holy land without a single bit of gain.
Though he knew Yun Jin was targeting them, how could he leave now?
Duan Yiwei said coldly, "I came under the sect master's orders. Although some people use underhanded methods and behave disgracefully, I will not withdraw before fulfilling my orders."
Yun Jin rolled her eyes, "After all that nonsense, you just want Wushuang Sect's benefits at the end of the day."
"You—" Duan Yiwei began.
"An Tong, where to next?" Yun Jin interrupted.
An Tong smiled, "Little Master, Wushuang Sect is still in its infancy. Many things are still unfinished, I will simply give everyone a brief tour of the remaining areas."
He led them onward.
Ahead stood a majestic grand hall.
"This is Wushuang Sect's Sect Master Hall. When the sect officially rebuilds, Little Master, you will be crowned Sect Master here. For now, we won't enter."
"This is the Manual Pavilion, it houses numerous secret manuals. Friends from Qingxiao Pavilion, you may stop trying in secret. These manuals are securely sealed, non-disciples of Wushuang Sect may not view them."
"This area will house disciples' quarters, though they haven't been constructed yet."
"And here. Master buried Cloud Mud beneath this land, it will spread continuously, and the spirit field area will gradually expand."
An Tong gave a simple introduction.
Duan Yiwei frowned slightly.
He could tell.
Wushuang Sect concealed many secrets.
But clearly, this artifact spirit had no intention of explaining in detail.
Were they merely being shown enough to stir envy?
How petty!
Finally, An Tong brought everyone to the open back mountain.
A vast area of land lay empty, at the front stood a sign reading: Armory.
Yet behind it stretched an empty expanse, devoid of any visible weapons.
"This is your Wushuang Sect armory? Do you need us to donate some?" Duan Yiwei mocked.
An Tong smiled, "When master came to this world, aside from the sword tomb in Lin City, he also left four secret realms. The keys to those realms were each obtained by the four of you."
Jin Yu and the others nodded.
"Besides the keys, those secret realms contained numerous weapons. Now, let them return here."
The pupils of the crowd contracted.
Those four secret realms lay in widely separated regions.
They indeed contained numerous weapons.
Most of them were damaged, but each held a trial space within, granting them significant benefits.
After they took the keys and departed, the four secret realm entrances vanished completely. Even when they later returned with their sect members to search, they found nothing.
An Tong wanted to summon those weapons here?
How was that possible?
"Little Master," An Tong said to Yun Jin, "please temporarily open the spatial entrance."
Yun Jin nodded.
The crowd's expressions shifted again.
She wasn't bluffing earlier, she could really control the entrance of this dimensional space.
Yun Jin controlled it to open.
A vortex immediately formed in the sky.
Tianpo also manifested. An Tong stood before it, his small chubby hands weaving intricate and profound seals.
The previously calm vortex trembled in the next instant.
A battered long spear emerged first, standing upright upon the empty ground.
Then.
As if answering a summons, countless weapons poured forth like torrential rain.
Yun Jin looked up, momentarily stunned.
Some of these weapons were utterly ruined, clearly survivors of brutal battles.
Some were low-grade, unremarkable, perhaps creations from their masters' early cultivation days.
Some bore forging techniques not of the human race, seemingly from other clans.
They surged in from all directions, descending into the vast clearing.
Tianpo trembled. From within its Sword Dao space, numerous treasured swords flew out and took their respective positions.
As if endowed with spirit, when the weapons gathered together, they emitted a unified hum. Even the originally broken weapons seemed to regain vitality at that moment.
Duan Yiwei's expression changed, he instinctively stepped forward.
At that instant, a mechanical voice sounded, "Let all weapons return to their rightful places. The Armory is formed."
A transparent barrier manifested in the air and descended, completely enclosing the entire region.