The Cheng River was the largest river in the Donghua Continent. It flowed from the west and flowed into the sea from the east. This river flowed across the continent and separated the Northern Wei and Southern Liang dynasties. It was known as the "Jade Belt Surrounding the Rivers and Mountains, Dividing the World in Two".
The Chengyuan Gorge was located in the middle of the Cheng River. Because of the high terrain on both sides, the gorge was more than three hundred miles wide and the narrowest was only a few hundred feet wide. The river was turbulent, and there were dangerous valleys and hills everywhere. The upstream part of the Heaven Worship Ridge was even more deserted, so the sword duels of the 16 sects were always held here.
Unlike Huo, Zhong, and Luo, the three of them, who had set off with great fanfare and fanfare, Wei Zihong followed Zhang Yan's instructions and set off alone.
He didn't fly on the clouds. Instead, he took a small boat and went up the river, admiring the scenery on both sides of the river with great interest.
The middle and lower reaches of the Cheng River were densely populated. Both sides were filled with temples, ancient roads, and strange peaks. When the spring wind blew, the willows and grass swayed, and the fragrant leaves of the trees fluttered.
There were many passenger boats on the Cheng River, and there was an endless stream of merchants crossing the river. Among them, there was no lack of officials. Seeing that Wei Zihong could go against the current alone without paddling or raising a sail, they knew that he was a Daoist.
Although the world was currently in chaos, most of the bandits and battles occurred at the northwestern border. The lower reaches of the river could still be considered a relatively peaceful place. Quite a few people noticed his miraculous abilities and even tried to board a boat to strike up a conversation with him. Although Wei Zihong's small boat didn't seem to be moving very fast, in just a few breaths of time, it had already reached the distant sky and blue waters. The people behind him could only look on and sigh.
Wei Zihong was swimming to his heart's content when he suddenly noticed something, and he raised his head to look at the horizon. He saw two streaks of light flying over from the south, and he saw that it was a man and a woman. The man had a rough appearance and wore embroidered clothes and a jade belt, and his body was wrapped in baleful qi. With a single glance, it was obvious that he was a Core Formation Realm cultivator, whereas the woman rode on a pink profound light, and even when she was flying, her appearance and figure revealed a sense of charm.
The two were not in a hurry. Instead, they floated with the wind. When they suddenly saw Wei Zihong, they were also surprised. The two whispered a few words, and the man waved his sleeves. He came near Wei Zihong. He politely cupped his fists and said, "Dao Brother, you're in a good mood to enjoy the scenery. I am Pei Luofu, a disciple of the Five Smoke Mountain's Jing Yuan Immortal Palace. May I know your name? "
Wei Zihong returned the greeting, "I am Wei Zihong of the Yaoyin Clan."
"Yaoyin Clan?"
Pei Luofu was startled. He prided himself on being knowledgeable. However, he had never heard of the Yaoyin Clan. As for the name Wei Zihong, it was even more unfamiliar.
Just Now, he saw that Wei Zihong had a dignified expression, was calm, and had a natural and unrestrained demeanor. He didn't look like a cultivator from an ordinary small sect, so he wanted to make friends with him. He didn't expect that Wei Zihong was a cultivator from an unknown sect. Fortunately, Wei Zihong was also a Core Formation cultivator. He didn't dare to underestimate him anymore.
At this moment, the woman also rushed over. Pei Luofu pointed at her and said, "Daoist Wei, this is my wife."
Wei Zihong cupped his hands and said: "So it is Madam Pei, I pay my respects."
Madam Pei also thought that Wei Zihong was extraordinary. Now that she heard that he came from a nameless sect, her expression became somewhat reserved. She indifferently bowed and said: "This servant greets Daoist Wei."
Pei Luofu smiled and said: "Look at the direction Daoist Wei is going. I assume you are also going to Chengyuan Gorge to observe the sword competition? "
Wei Zihong said: "Yes, I rarely go out. I also don't have anyone from the same sect to accompany me, so I travel alone and take a look at the scenery on both sides of the river. But why are the two of you also going here? Could it be that you also have the same plan? "
Cultivators didn't have to travel along the river to Chengyuan Gorge like ordinary people. It should be known that the Cheng River was also winding, and some boats would have to travel for seven to eight days. For those with flying techniques, they would be able to cross the river in the blink of an eye.
Pei Luofu smiled bitterly: "My wife and I originally wanted to fly there, but we really couldn't stand the disturbance along the way."
Wei Zihong found it strange, but after asking for more details, he suddenly understood.
It turned out that the Pei couple could be considered to have some reputation. Now that the sword competition was approaching, on the way to Chengyuan Gorge, who knew how many cultivators would come up to greet them. Not only that, there were also many rogue cultivators whom they didn't know who would come up to them to make friends.
If it was just one or two people, it would be fine, but if there were too many, it would be annoying. Thinking about how many cultivators from all over the world had gathered at Chengyuan Gorge, the couple felt their scalps go numb. Thus, they decided to slow down and simply travel along the river, enjoying the scenery while they were there. They would only rush to the gorge on the day of the sword competition.
Madam Pei sighed and said lightly: "Actually, we can't blame them. Our Cheng Yuan Immortal Abode is the outer abode of the Yuan Yang Sect, so the two of us can also be considered disciples of the Yuan Yang Sect."
When she said this, everyone who heard the three words "Yuan Yang Sect" revealed expressions of envy and awe.
However, when she looked over, she saw that Wei Zihong didn't have any reaction, and there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes. Madam Pei seemed to have punched empty air, and her expression was somewhat unnatural. She was even more unhappy in her heart. Her beautiful eyes turned and she said: "Daoist Wei, do you know that the two fellow disciples of the Yuan Yang Sect who went to the sword competition were originally from the same sect as my husband? Their private friendship is also very good."
When Wei Zihong heard about the people who went to the sword competition, his curiosity was piqued. Thinking that they might be opponents of his Master, he said: "I would like to ask, which two Spiritual Masters from the Yuan Yang Sect went to the sword competition this time?"
Madam Pei secretly snorted and said: "So it really is a small scattered sect that came out of nowhere. To think that I looked up to him Just Now."
It seemed that the ten sects of the Profound Sects all knew about the disciples who went to the sword competition. As long as they had the slightest connection, how could they not know about this. Thus, when she heard Wei Zihong's question, she was already certain that he didn't have any background. Thus, her tone became unconsciously arrogant. She said: "Listen carefully, the people who went to the sword competition this time are senior brother Yang Bi and senior sister Zhu Xin. Now, the husband and wife have each cultivated their own Natal Magic Swords."
Wei Zihong's expression couldn't help but change slightly. After entering the Clear Nether Heavenly Lake, although Zhang Yan had never taught him anything, eldest senior sister Liu Yanyi often gave him pointers.
He had heard that if a Yuan Yang Sect disciple refined a thousand swords into one, and then used the sword plate to refine the golden qi into a Natal Magic Sword, their battle power would definitely increase greatly.
This Natal Magic Sword could change between real and fake, and even had the ability to teleport and fly. It could also set up a sword formation to trap the enemy in an instant. When cultivated to this level, even Shaoqing disciples would be able to fight. It was just that in the past hundreds of years, there were very few people in the Yuan Yang Sect who could cultivate this Natal Magic Sword. Unexpectedly, there were two of them this time.
Moreover, he especially noticed that Yang Bi and Zhu Xin seemed to be a pair of Daoist companions. According to the Yuan Yang Sect's usual style, the two of them might have cultivated some kind of unfathomable cooperative attack technique.
At this time, Pei Luofu pulled on Madam Pei's sleeve and gave her a few looks, indicating that she should not speak anymore.
He also understood that his wife loved to show off, but in front of outsiders, she shouldn't say so much.
What the Yuan Yang Sect had told the public was that Yang Bi was the only one who had mastered the Spirit Sword. However, what the Yuan Yang Sect had said just now had revealed the truth.
However, Madam Pei didn't think much of it.
She thought that even if she told Wei Zihong, what could a lone cultivator do? He probably didn't even know what a Natal Magic Sword was, right?
Wei Zihong's expression didn't change, but he thought to himself, "When I see my master's order, I must find a way to tell him."
While he was thinking, suddenly, a ray of light flew over the surface of the water several dozen feet to the left of the small boat.
When this person flew over, not only did it create a thunderous sound, shaking the branches and leaves, startling the birds on both sides of the river, and also created a huge wave that was several dozen feet high, crashing towards the small boat.
Pei Luofu reacted very quickly. With a shout, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of green smoke, stopping the wave and suppressing it.
Wei Zihong looked at the ray of light and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
It was not a big deal for cultivators to fly in the sky in broad daylight. It seemed that the Pei couple had done the same. However, this person had deliberately made such a scene, which was suspicious of causing trouble.
Madam Pei couldn't stand this. She glared at the ray of light and fiercely said, "It's Qiu Zhixin again. Hmph, this brat has repeatedly used Spiritual Master Qiu's name to cause trouble everywhere. His actions are so unscrupulous. He really is a disciple of my Celestial Sect."
She grumbled here. Pei Luofu frowned and pulled on his wife's sleeve, saying in a low voice, "Don't talk too much."
Who knew that these words were already too late. The person had been listening attentively, and when he heard these words, he chuckled and turned the ray of light back, poking his head out from the clouds.
This person had short eyebrows, a big nose, small lips, and a moustache. Although his appearance was ordinary, his brows were full of arrogance. He pressed on the magic sword at his waist and said in an arrogant tone, "I was wondering who was talking behind me. So it's you and your wife. Could it be that you're not convinced of your loss in the last sword competition and want to fight me again?"
Wei Zihong asked Pei Luofu, "Is Fellow Daoist Qiu also a disciple of your sect?"
Without waiting for Pei Luofu to reply, Madam Pei interrupted with a mocking tone, "Fellow Daoist Wei, you should listen carefully. This Daoist Qiu Zhixin is quite extraordinary. His original surname was Jin, but later on he took Spiritual Master Qiu as his adoptive father and shamelessly changed his ancestor's surname. You can barely say that he can be considered a disciple of my sect."
Qiu Zhixin and the Pei couple had always been at odds with each other, and now that they were being exposed, he immediately flew into a rage out of humiliation. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he formed a seal with his hands and separated two dazzling golden swords. One flew towards Pei Luofu, the other towards Wei Zihong.
He thought that since the three of them were traveling the same way, they must have some degree of friendship. Since they were going to fight, he might as well make the first move to gain the upper hand.
When Wei Zihong was cultivating, the Devil Calamity was just around the corner and danger was everywhere, so he had never left the mountain to search for medicine. This was the first time he had left the mountain. Seeing that someone was going to fight him, not only was he not angry, but he was also excited. He shook his sleeve and released a wisp of smoke.
But after all, he had Just Now formed his core and didn't know how strong he was, so he used almost all of his strength.
He was someone who had achieved the third rank of his Dan, so his Qi of Miasma was extremely powerful. A cloud of smoke that was dozens of feet wide suddenly crossed half of the river, stirring up wild waves and collapsing a patch of willow trees on the shore. By the time the tide subsided, the magical sword had already disappeared.
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