Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 155: Chapter 154 Sword Heart’s Legacy (Part 1)_1

[Identity verification complete, today’s work begins.]

[Warning, leakage accident.]

After the holiday, Fu Qian’s life once again returned to tranquility.

At the same time, the warehouse performance remained stable, perfectly maintaining a daily appearance.

[Name: Sword Heart’s Legacy, Code: 2-010]

[Today’s work content has been updated: Enter the containment scene of 2-010, complete re-containment.]

After breakfast, as soon as Fu Qian re-entered the warehouse, the prompt sounded almost instantaneously in his ear.

Following the prompts that appeared before him, Fu Qian made the preparations with practiced ease.

[Skill: Air Bullet, Visceral Critical Strike, Cat School, Feast (Locked), Decree Residue, Transcendence, Mythical Form]

[Weapon: Tyrant’s Fist]

[Current SAN Points: 163, Current Inspiration: 41]

[Entering containment scene of 2-010: Academy]

[…4%…6%…10%…18%…34%…66%…100%, containment scene loading complete.]

[This is the Academy of Mysteries, a place for the study of transcendent powers.

In recent years, the Sword Dao has flourished, and the Swordsmanship Department, as the most prosperous branch of the Academy, has produced an endless stream of talent.

And now comes a grand event, the annual open day of the Sword Pavilion is upon us.

To forge a heaven-shaking sword of their own, many are eagerly prepared for the challenge.

And with this, a crisis is born.]

[Mission Objective: Destroy Sword Heart’s Legacy.]

The Academy?

Upon hearing the mission briefing, the first thing Fu Qian noticed was a familiar word.

If he remembered correctly, as early as in mission 1-003, he had already had dealings with the Academy’s Exploration Team.

He hadn’t expected to make a direct run to their turf this time.

Considering Li Weixuan’s performance last time, there indeed seemed to be many skilled people at the Academy, so he must proceed with caution.

Especially given this mission’s content, it appeared he was there to cause some destruction.

However, looking on the bright side, at least this time the mission seemed normal.

“Why hasn’t everyone gone in yet? Hurry up, don’t waste time.”

As soon as his senses had recovered, Fu Qian heard someone shouting nearby.

Looking over, he saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair standing not far off, looking impatiently at him.

He must be talking to him, but where exactly was he supposed to go?

As a mission persona with no inherited memories, Fu Qian naturally had no clue.

Without responding immediately, he first looked around and found he was standing in front of a rather ancient building.

From the outside, the building had six stories, with its mottled exterior walls revealing its old age and an extremely solemn style.

The “going in” the middle-aged man mentioned was undoubtedly this place.

“Move quickly!”

By this time, the middle-aged man had already opened the door behind him, signaling for him to walk inside.

“Remember, your range of activity is limited to up three floors from here. If you trigger any prohibitions, you bear the consequences yourself.”

With such an eager invitation, Fu Qian no longer hesitated and stepped straight into the building.

As soon as he stepped inside, he felt an invisible coldness.

The interior space was quite large, and the structure was extremely simple, with a multitude of weapons displayed in a relatively haphazard manner.

Heavy Sword Xuan Tie, Autumn Water Cold Edge, these swords were placed inside in various poses.

Some were even stuck directly into the ground, filled with an ominous and deadly air.

Without a doubt, this was the Sword Pavilion mentioned in the introduction.

Fu Qian counted briefly, and just on this floor alone, nearly a hundred swords were displayed.

And with six floors in total, the place could definitely be described as a rich collection.

According to the introduction, this place opens once a year for disciples to observe and sharpen their skills, and it can be considered one of the Academy’s grand events.

So, are the students from the Academy here again this time?

I wonder if it’s the same identity as last time.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

My mission this time is to destroy Sword Heart’s Legacy, surely it can’t mean setting this place on fire, right?

By now, inside the Sword Pavilion, many students had already begun their diligent practice, with everyone tacitly agreeing not to make a single sound.

Moving silently through the hall, occasionally selecting a target to concentrate on feeling and understanding.

Because the place is spacious, there is enough room in front of each sword for a person to stop and ponder without interfering with each other.

Fu Qian also looked very seriously, but what he took seriously differed from the others.

With his hands behind his back, he strolled leisurely on the floor.

Fu Qian was casually looking around as if he were visiting a museum, assessing the difficulty of destroying each one.

He hasn’t dealt much with the Sword Dao; to him, it’s just one category among the many methods of cultivation.

However, considering Li Weixuan’s strength at the peak of the Fourth Phase at the age of forty, it’s undoubtedly an efficient path of cultivation.

His relaxed demeanor was somewhat distinctive, and for a moment, he garnered quite a few curious glances.

But the students would only take a glance before turning back to continue their perception.

Opportunities to access the Sword Pavilion were rare, and no one wanted to waste precious time on gossip.

However, among the many glances that came his way, Fu Qian spotted a familiar face.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

That person from the Exploration Team last time, seems like his name was Yuan Xin?

Fu Qian recalled the experience in 1-003; it should be this name.

But it was obvious that the other party didn’t recognize him, their gaze almost hollowly sweeping across his face.

Either the timing of this mission was before 1-003, or due to the effects of 1-003, all information associated with that previous identity had been erased completely.

Fu Qian quickly deduced two possibilities.

Regardless of which one it was, it indicated that the original identity information was no longer usable, which was not good news.

After quickly making a round and glancing at the still industrious crowd, Fu Qian prepared to head upstairs to take a look.

Just as he was about to move, he noticed the middle-aged man from before hurrying in.

After scanning the area, the man quickly approached Fu Qian, lowering his voice.

“Show me your student card, you haven’t registered yet.”

Student card?

Fu Qian thought for a moment and began to search his pockets.

Eventually, under the impatient scrutiny of the middle-aged man, he fished out something resembling a dining card and handed it over.

…

To his surprise, the middle-aged man didn’t take it, instead glaring at Fu Qian with an expression that read, ‘Are you kidding me?’

“What’s the matter?”

“Is this your card?”

“Is there a problem?”

Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.

Before he handed it out, he had checked; there were no names or photos on the card.

How could this immortal tell there was an issue without even scanning it?

“There’s a huge problem!”

The middle-aged man’s brows furrowed deeply as he pinched Fu Qian’s card between two fingers.

“First of all, this isn’t a student card; it’s the style used by Academy Instructors.”

“Secondly, judging from the color, this isn’t even from the Swordsmanship Department; it’s a Heaven’s Commencement Institute identity card!”

For some reason, the middle-aged man’s face showed an unmistakable distaste when mentioning the word ‘Heaven’s Commencement.’

“If this is yours, can you explain why you’re wearing the uniform of the Swordsmanship Department?”