PS: I accidentally fell asleep. Today is Thursday, I will update two more chapters before Friday.
Qiu Zhixin and the Pei couple were all stunned.
In that instant, the power of the Dan that Wei Zihong had released had practically flipped over half the surface of the river. Admittedly, this movement was caused by him using his full strength, but everyone present was not blind. How could they not see the power contained within the killing intent?
Qiu Zhixin smacked his lips and couldn't help but look at Wei Zihong with a deep trace of fear in his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
He had also tested the power of pills in his sect, and the commotion caused by the person in front of him was completely incomparable. Against a cultivator of this level, even an ordinary magic treasure would not be able to withstand it. The other party only needed to barbarically and unreasonably attack him a few times, and he would be defeated.
With such a person beside him, if he continued to stay, he would only be humiliated. What else could he do if he didn't leave?
Pei Luofu, on the other hand, stared blankly at Wei Zihongfang. That strike had not only startled Qiu Zhixin away, it had also shocked him quite a bit. He carefully asked, "Fellow Daoist Wei, the strength of your pill is already able to stir up a river. May I know what grade it is?"
At this moment, Wei Zihong was a little annoyed. In the Clear Nether Heavenly Lake, Liu Yanyi had told him that he had to be able to control his power, otherwise he would be exhausted and lose without a fight. However, in his excitement just now, he had forgotten that and was secretly warning himself not to do it again. When he heard Pei Luofu ask about the grade of his Dan, he said without hesitation, "It's only the third grade."
Pei Luofu and his wife looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.
Although Pei Luofu was also a Core Formation cultivator, he had only formed a sixth grade Dan. His elders said that he had a chance to form a Nascent Soul in the future, but he knew that those words were just words of encouragement.
In this generation of the Yuan Yang Sect, there were only a few people who had achieved the third level of Golden Core, and none of them had achieved the second level of Golden Core, and they were the most outstanding people in this generation. However, no one had expected that a disciple who came out of nowhere could have such a great power!
Especially when he heard that indifferent tone. Pei Luofu felt even more bitter in his mouth.
What he didn't know was that Wei Zihong really didn't think that achieving a third-grade Dan was anything special. Master Zhang Yan's first-grade Dan aside, Senior Sister's second-grade Dan was something he couldn't even hope to catch up to.
Madam Pei suddenly stared at him. He asked. "May I know what position Fellow Daoist Wei holds in your sect?"
Wei Zihong smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "I am ashamed, I will now take charge of the sect."
He knew that this identity of his was merely a stepping stone to enter the Sword Competition Assembly. After all, he was born in Qincang, a large Xuanmen sect. All his peers he had seen were all outstanding. He did not feel that the title of Sect Leader was rare at all.
Pei Luofu cried out in surprise and said, "So it's Sect Master Wei, please forgive me for my rudeness just now."
He took two steps back. He solemnly bowed with a Dao salute. Lady Pei's expression also turned cold. She put away the contempt she had Just Now and collected her blessings.
No matter what the Yaoyin Clan was like, this person was still the leader of a sect. It was only right to be respectful.
At the same time, the two of them felt slightly relieved. No wonder Wei Zihong had such achievements. As a Sect Leader, there were naturally countless disciples who did things for him. There were even elders who ran around for him and used the entire sect to worship him. If he obtained a superior cultivation technique, how could his achievements not be high?
This was also the practice of many small scattered sects. Cultivators like this also needed to take care of the sect's safety. If they had the opportunity to advance further, they would need to help the younger generation of disciples and continue to strengthen the sect. In the large Xuanmen sect. There were quite a few sects that had come through this way.
After this incident, the Pei couple's attitude towards Wei Zihong changed a lot. Their words were even more courteous.
The three of them traveled on the boat, moving and stopping. In just four days, they had already reached the middle reaches of the Cheng River. In another day's journey, they would be able to enter the Chengyuan Gorge.
The number of cultivators here had gradually increased. From time to time, flying boats of light would pass by, and there were also familiar people who came down to greet them.
Pei Luofu had a wide circle of friends. Even if he didn't know the people he met, he could still use the method of flying light to explain the origins of their clans. This allowed Wei Zihong to gain a lot of knowledge.
That afternoon, they heard the rumbling of the great river in front of them. The water suddenly became turbulent. The small boat had entered the first gorge in the middle reaches of the Cheng River, the Dingguo Gorge.
Pei Luofu pointed at a bulging mound above the mountain ridge and said, "Sect Leader Wei, this is the upper granary that Wei Wu Wu set up."
Wei Zihong also looked up. He was originally from the State of Great Wei's Gong Province. How could he not know Wei Wu Wu Wu? After a few glances, he said, "So this is the upper granary."
Wei Wu Wu was a master of the Wei Dynasty. He swept away the invaders from the north, pacified the Qiang Rong in the west, and subdued the barbarians in the east. After that, he wanted to leap over the river and conquer Southern Liang, unifying the world. Because of this, he set up a mountain granary at the middle reaches of the Cheng River, built a boat fleet, and even renamed the gorge "Dingguo". He pretended to cross the river here to show his determination. This action attracted the troops of Southern Liang to gather here, and they confronted each other across the river.
However, the State of Liang did not know that this was Wu Wu Wu's move to cross the sea. The grain seemed to be piled up like a mountain, creating a magnificent sight, but in reality, it was just some soil and stones. The Wei Dynasty took this opportunity to select elite troops to cross the river from the lower reaches. However, after the army crossed the river, there was suddenly news of Wu Wu's death. They had no choice but to retreat, causing them to fail on the verge of success. Since then, they no longer had any intention of spying on the south. However, the ruins on the Dingguo Gorge were preserved. Today, it was known as the location of the upper granary.
Wei Zihong looked at the endless mounds on the mountain ridge. Rumor had it that Wu Wu Wu had mobilized a million people. One could imagine how frightened the State of Liang was when they saw this scene.
He also felt a lot of emotions. He thought to himself, "No matter how many emperors, generals, ministers, heroes, they can enjoy decades of glory, but after death, they will only be a pile of bones. Only by peering into the path of immortality can they transcend the mortal world and enjoy eternal freedom."
Pei Luofu looked at the river and sighed. He turned his head and asked, "Has Sect Leader Wei ever watched the sword duel of the 16 sects?"
Wei Zihong thought about it. His master definitely had not seen it. As for Zhou Chongju, he had only seen him once and did not know anything about his past. Going further up, he had no way of knowing, so he shook his head.
Pei Luofu thought to himself, "It seems that this Yaoyin Clan must have appeared Just Now in the last three or four hundred years. Otherwise, there must be a master in the clan who saw the last duel."
The sword duel of the 16 sects was called the Donghua Grand Assembly. It was a rare opportunity to see the magical powers and methods of the disciples of the major sects. Even the external objects of cultivation that could not be found could be seen here. Thus, it attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the world.
While the three of them were talking, the boat had already passed the Dingguo Gorge. The river became wider, and the turbulent water suddenly calmed down. On both sides of the river, there were layers upon layers of rocks, and the mountains were endless. However, there were no geese flying in the sky. Other than the sound of the water, there were no other sounds.
Wei Zihong also discovered that Just Now, he could still see one or two cultivators from time to time, but now all of them were gone.
Just as he was feeling surprised, he saw a black rock rising in his field of vision. It was about ten feet high, like a crouching giant beast, and the water was divided in the middle. Pei Luofu pointed to the two channels on the left and right and said loudly, "Sect Leader Wei, please go left."
Wei Zihong did not think too much about it. He activated his technique in the direction that Pei Luofu pointed, and the water boat turned. They were originally going against the current, but when they turned into this fork, they were actually going with the current. The water suddenly became faster, and the waves surged. The boat moved faster and faster, and the scenery on both sides seemed to fly past.
He noticed that there was a mountain ridge in front of him, and other than that, there was no other way forward. At this moment, the three of them were getting closer and closer. If they did not change their direction, they would probably crash into it.
If a mortal was here, they would probably be scared to death. However, Pei Luofu's expression did not change, and he did not have the slightest intention to change his direction.
Wei Zihong's heart moved, and he secretly smiled. He also steadied his body and did not move. He let the small boat rush forward like a wild horse out of its reins. Not long after, the boat was lifted by the waves, and it flew into the air, crashing into that mountain rock.
With a bang, Wei Zihong only felt the scenery in front of him change. He saw that they were sailing on a river that was several tens of miles wide. On both sides of the river, there were undulating mountain ridges, and there were spiritual lights and shadows everywhere. They moved up and down, leaping and sweeping endlessly, arrogantly like flames. It was unknown how many cultivators had arrived here.
In the middle of the mist and mist, there were palaces and pavilions, flowing waterfalls, and flying springs. There were even floating spiritual peaks. Golden multicolored light flickered, and the clouds and mist changed irregularly. It was a magnificent scene, and Wei Zihong could not help but click his tongue in wonder.
At this moment, Pei Luofu lightly sighed. Just now, he clearly saw that the moment the small boat crashed into that mountain rock, Wei Zihong actually did not use any magic power to protect himself. Even if he was a Core Formation cultivator, if he were to collide with such a turbulent current, even if he did not die, he would lose half his life.
Just Now, he purposely did not make a sound. In reality, he wanted to see Wei Zihong's distressed state, but he did not expect him to be so calm. He could not help but admire Wei Zihong's determination.
Lady Pei looked up and said with envy, "I wonder what kind of treasure Bu Meng Pavilion will bring out this time."
Pei Luofu chuckled and said, "Cheap things are not that easy to pick up."
In all of the sword competitions in Dong Hua Continent, Bu Meng Pavilion would always bring out many magical treasures as a prize, and give them to the disciples who won during the spell gathering.
Not only that, but the sect never interfered in the fights between other sects. The disciples would usually just go through the motions, and then leave. As a result, the elders in the sect were always the judges of the spell gathering.
At this time, Wei Zihong turned his head and asked with a smile, "In this sword competition, which sect do you think will win?"
Pei Luofu seemed to be weighing his words. After hesitating for a while, he said, "This is hard to say. In all of the sword competitions, although Shaoqing, Qincang, and Yuxiao have the most wins, it is not like the other sects do not have a chance. For example, in the competition four thousand and seven hundred years ago, it was my Yuan Yang Sect that took first place."
Wei Zihong smiled lightly. Four thousand and seven hundred years ago, it was indeed the Yuan Yang Sect that took first place. However, the person who came to compete that time was the only powerhouse in the Yuan Yang Sect who later ascended.
This person was extremely famous. At that time, he traveled unhindered in Dong Hua Continent, and there were few who could match him. However, from then on, the Yuan Yang Sect no longer had such a person.
Madam Pei could not help but ask, "Sect Master Wei, in your opinion, who will be the champion of this Sword Duel?" Wei Zihong's expression clearly showed that he did not agree with this statement. "Sect Master Wei, in your opinion, who will be the champion?"
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