God-Tier Providence System-Chapter 119

"Uh, no." The elder waved his hand.

"Since you’ve come here, you are now my person."

"Listen well, your daily task is to completely wipe down every single sword in the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

"Remember, every time you finish wiping a sword, you must perfectly and tightly close it back into its scabbard."

"If you feel physically unwell while wiping them, you can stop and continue the next day."

Saying this, the elder stood up, leaning on his brownish cane, he led Alex deeper into the cavern.

Arriving before a separate, partitioned-off cave dwelling, he said, "This is your living quarter. If you get hungry, go hunt in the woods yourself. If you get thirsty, fetch water from halfway up the mountain."

"If you hear any sounds in the dead of night, shut your door tightly and absolutely do not come out."

"Otherwise, this old man won’t be collecting your corpse."

After giving these few simple instructions, the elder waved his hand, turned around, and left.

Alex walked into the cave dwelling and stretched lazily, took a deep breath. Feeling the heavy resentment permeating the air, he couldn’t help but reveal a pleased smile.

"What a truly wonderful place."

He walked over to the bed and sat down. Looking at the wall next to him, which was densely covered in frantic, chaotic scratch marks from fingernails, he instantly couldn’t help but chuckle.

"My heavens, what a masterpiece."

"I wonder how many people have lain on this bed until they went completely mad."

Alex ran his hand over the frantic scratch marks for a moment, then touched the damp bedsheets and blankets.

These bedsheets and blankets were a remarkably vivid, dark crimson color.

He brought his fingers to his nose to sniff, then wiped a spot with his fingertip, his finger was dyed completely red. Meanwhile, the spot he had wiped turned a somewhat dull, dark white.

"Sure enough. What were previously white bedsheets and blankets have all been dyed red by fresh blood."

"It seems I can get a good night’s sleep these next few days."

He then pressed down on the wooden bed frame, hearing a creaking, groaning sound. He unhurriedly waved his hand and pulled out a completely intact human skeleton from underneath the bed.

"This one should be the previous tenant of this place, right?"

"For a mere mortal to live in such a place and still leave behind a full corpse, you were quite lucky."

"Pity, I’ll be living here now, so you shouldn’t overstay your welcome."

Alex casually waved his hand and tossed the skeleton against the wall. It instantly shattered into a pile of scattered white bones, pooling on the floor.

This entire scene was fully witnessed by the elder hiding outside the door. Leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

"My heavens..."

"This little guy... he’s a bit fierce..."

The elder had stayed in the Hidden Broken Sword Cave for hundreds of years. Over the past century, no fewer than two or three thousand disciples who had committed major offenses had been banished here.

Almost every single disciple who arrived, regardless of cultivation, would go completely mad within half a year. And the beginning of their mental breakdown always started in this exact cave dwelling.

Ever since the first person died here over a hundred years ago, this dwelling had become an eerie, ominous place heavy with Yin energy.

Every person who came after failed to withstand it, and instead ended up becoming a part of it.

Almost every disciple would be scared silly the moment they first saw this place.

They would either break down crying loudly, throwing a tantrum and begging to go home. Or they would kneel on the ground and plead with him, begging not to be made to live here.

Someone as wildly unfazed as Alex was a first, even for the elder.

"However, it’s just that his guts are a bit bigger, that’s all." The elder muttered to himself.

"Wait until he enters the Pavilion. Then he’ll know how formidable this place truly is."

...

To Alex, this eerie cave dwelling dripping with Yin energy was as comfortable as returning home. Lying on the blood-soaked bed, he had a beautiful, deep sleep.

The next day, with the sun already high at noon, he finally woke and slowly sauntered out.

"Brat, you can really sleep." The elder was still sitting on that recliner.

"Get up earlier in the future, Broken Sword Peak does not feed idlers."

"Understood." Alex smiled and nodded.

"This junior hasn’t slept in such a comfortable bed for many years, so I gave in to my craving for sleep."

"Please instruct me, Senior. What should I do today?"

"Didn’t I already tell you yesterday?" The elder took out a pure white sword-wiping cloth and pointed to a pitch-black, towering iron door nearby.

"Behind that door is the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

"Wipe every single sword inside once, and you can go back to rest."

"Alright, this junior understands." Alex nodded, accepted the sword-wiping cloth, turned around, and pushed open the iron door, stepping unhesitatingly into the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The moment he stepped inside, the sky-piercing baleful aura that rushed at his face instantly thrilled him to no end.

This Hidden Sword Pavilion was a long, sweeping corridor.

The walls on both sides were packed to the brim with hanging treasured swords. Every single one at least Heaven and Earth-tier or higher in grade.

However, what these treasured swords emitted was not pure sword intent, but rather a dense, suffocating baleful aura.

The vast majority still had fresh bloodstains on their blades.

The blood had seeped deep into the metal, making it virtually impossible to wipe clean. Some of the swords even had severed human limbs impaled upon them.

Clearly, every single sword had been stained with hundreds, if not thousands, of human lives.

As Alex walked, he observed the treasured swords on both walls, feeling a bit dazzled by the sight.

Breathing in the baleful aura released from the blades, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of complete relaxation and joy.

To him, this Hidden Sword Pavilion was superior to any blessed cultivation land.

If he could stay here for half a year to a year, he could absolutely break through at least one minor realm.

Even attempting to charge into the Saint Realm wasn’t out of the question!