The boat that the three of them were riding on was now sailing into a bay surrounded by water. There were a few Daoists standing on top of an instrument that was suspended in the air. They were chatting and laughing with each other. Looking at their clothes, they should be disciples of Xuanmen Sect.
Whether it was intentional or not, Madam Pei's voice was loud and clear when she spoke, drawing the attention of these people.
Wei Zihong's mind raced. Although he thought that his master's abilities were profound and more profound than the disciples of other sects, he also knew that he couldn't speak carelessly at this moment. Otherwise, he would offend someone without knowing it, so he just smiled and avoided answering.
When the small boat reached the shore, Pei Luofu raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He said in surprise, "I didn't expect that four of the ten sects of the mysterious sects would already be here."
Wei Zihong turned around and followed his gaze, and he saw that beneath the bluish green, the river seemed like a white chain that wound for a thousand li before disappearing into the horizon. Both sides of the river rose and fell without end, and there were four lofty peaks that covered the sky 50km away from here. Auspicious lights revolved around them, and multicolored lights soared into the sky, causing them to reveal an extraordinary imposing manner.
There were a total of twenty-four famed peaks in the Cheng Yuan Gorge, and only those who obtained the Sword Duel Symbol Book in the name of a sect would be able to occupy a spot.
Seeing that Wei Zihong was engrossed in watching, Pei Luofu pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands towards him and said politely, "Most of the good places in Chengyuan Gorge to watch sword duels have already been occupied. Since it's Sect Master Wei's first time here, I'm sure you don't have a suitable place to stay. It'll be troublesome to find one in a hurry. My Jingyuan Immortal Mansion has built a temple on a mountain ridge fifty miles away. At that time, many Fellow Daoists will also come to gather. If Sect Master Wei doesn't mind, why don't you come with me?"
Wei Zihong originally wanted to go to the famous peak where the Yaoyin Clan originally resided. But on second thought, there was still one more day until the sword duel. If he went early, he was afraid that he might cause some trouble. It would be better to wait until nightfall before making his plans. Therefore, he said, "Then I will have to trouble you."
Pei Luofu was very happy to see him agree and said, "Sect Master Wei, please follow me."
He gathered the smoke and led Madam Pei forward. Wei Zihong also tapped his feet on the ground and turned into a wisp of smoke as he followed.
The three of them flew along the mountain ridge. After a while, they saw a beautiful temple on the mountain ridge. There was nothing around it to hide. His field of vision was very wide.
The three of them suppressed their Escaping Smoke. Before he entered the temple, he saw a tall and thin cultivator with thick eyebrows walk out from the door. His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
When Pei Luofu saw this person, his entire body trembled, as if he was somewhat afraid. He took the initiative to step forward and clasp his hands. "Greetings, Senior Brother Jin."
Senior Martial Brother Jin grunted and said in a displeased tone, "Junior Martial Brother, why are you so late? Senior Martial Brother Yang and Senior Martial Sister Zhu will be arriving tomorrow. I still have a few barriers in the temple that haven't been set up yet, so I'll need your help."
It seemed that this man had a high position in the Yuan Yang Sect. Although Pei Luofu didn't want to, he didn't dare to refuse. He said in a low voice, "Senior brother, please go first, I will follow you."
Senior Brother Jin snorted. He turned his gaze to Wei Zihong and asked with a frown, "Who is this?"
When Pei Luofu told him about Wei Zihong's identity, Senior Martial Brother Jin's expression did not change in the slightest. A cultivator of unknown origin was not worthy of his attention. Even if Wei Zihong was the Sect Leader of a sect, he would not pay much attention to him. After indifferently bowing to Senior Martial Brother Jin, he left.
Pei Luofu sighed, turned around, and said to Wei Zihong apologetically, "I didn't want Senior Martial Brother Jin to be here. I wanted to entertain Sect Leader Wei, but now I have to excuse myself. Tomorrow, I will hold a banquet to apologize. "
Wei Zihong didn't mind. He said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Pei, you are too polite. If you and your wife have something to do, you can go ahead. You don't need to pay attention to me."
Pei Luofu bowed deeply to him, then rode a wisp of smoke and soared into the sky, bringing his wife along as he flew towards a peak in the north.
While flying, Madam Pei came up to him and asked with a puzzled expression, "Master, why are you so polite to this man?"
Pei Luofu's eyes shone with an indescribable brilliance. He said, "Madam, don't underestimate this man. I think his background is not simple. There is nothing wrong with befriending him in advance."
Wei Zihong pondered for a while, then closed his eyes and meditated on the empty ground in front of the temple.
He sat like this for the whole night. Just Now, he opened his eyes and calculated the time. With a leap, he stepped on the smoke and flew into the sky.
After traveling for hundreds of miles in one breath, he saw that the mountains on both sides of the river were filled with magnificent temples and flying buildings, emitting rays of colorful light under the night sky. He couldn't help but be surprised and thought to himself, "I didn't expect so many cultivators to come."
He knew that the Yaoyin Clan also occupied one of the twenty-four peaks, but he didn't know which peak it was. Thus, he wandered around the mountains, trying to find it.
However, as he flew here and there, many cultivators below were dissatisfied.
Originally, according to etiquette, if someone occupied a peak, they couldn't fly over it to show respect. However, when those people saw that Wei Zihong was flying on the Pill Fiend Smoke, they knew that he was a Core Transformation cultivator. Even though they were resentful, they didn't dare to say anything. As a result, no one stopped him even after he flew over a hundred mountains.
At this time, on top of the Cheng Yuan Gorge's Supporting Pill Peak, there was an elder wearing a golden robe and a tall hat. He was Heaven Mending Pavilion's Ying Ya, the judge of this sword battle. He noticed the commotion over here and couldn't help but laugh, "This child's Pill Fiend Smoke is so vigorous, I wonder which old friend is his disciple. Junior brother, you should go and persuade him to come down. You should also give him some face."
Sitting next to him was a middle-aged cultivator with a sturdy figure. When he heard this, he stood up and said, "Okay, I also want to see which family's handsome disciple is from."
After Wei Zihong circled around a few times, he suddenly felt that there was a mountain peak in the northwest that seemed to resonate with his mind. His spirit was shaken, and he immediately flew towards that direction. However, as soon as he got closer, he felt that the mountain peak seemed to be obstructed by a forbidden formation. Before he could cast a spell, the large formation suddenly shook and opened the formation door, allowing him to enter.
His heart was filled with joy, and he turned into a wisp of smoke and went straight into the belly of the mountain. After a few hundred meters, a delicate and pretty young girl in a light green dress flew out. She had snow-white skin and black hair. She bent her knees and said, "This servant respectfully greets the Sect Master."
Wei Zihong stopped and asked curiously, "Who are you?"
The young girl seemed to have a hidden bitterness, and said with grievance, "This servant is the formation spirit that Master set up in the past. Could it be that Master has forgotten?"
With this reminder, Wei Zihong unconsciously became absent-minded. It seemed that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember. He shook his head and said, "Close the formation door first. In a moment, my teacher will arrive, and you can't let a single person come up the mountain."
The young girl's body trembled, and she said in shock, "So it's the ancestor who is coming. This servant dares not to obey."
She waved her sleeves and closed the formation door. Then, she came up and held Wei Zihong's hand. She said with a flirtatious look, "Master, please follow this servant."
The middle-aged cultivator on Raising Dan Peak had not even moved, and he already lost track of Wei Zihong. He couldn't help but be stunned.
Ying Ya Daoren also revealed a surprised expression. His gaze focused and swept across the mountain ridge. However, after checking a few times, he didn't find anything else. After a moment of silence, he said to a child beside him, "Show me the talisman book."
The child hurriedly handed over the talisman book in his arms.
This was the talisman book signed by the ancestors of the various sects. The names of the ten sects of Xuanmen and the six demonic sects were all on it. Whenever a sect came, the name of the sect would be shown on the talisman book.
Ying Ya Daoren took it in his hands and opened it. He saw that there were still only four rays of golden light on it. They were Bu Tian Pavilion, Li Shan Sect, Ping Du Sect, and Huan Zhen Sect. He couldn't help but wonder, "That's strange. Isn't it?"
In the ten thousand years of Donghua Continent, many sects were destroyed and rose. However, there were more than thirty sects that signed the talisman book. Now, there were only sixteen sects that could come for a sword duel.
Just Now, he noticed that there was a slight movement on one of the peaks. He thought that some rare sect had arrived. However, when he took a look at the talisman book, there was no change at all. This made him a little confused.
He didn't know that although the talisman book could show the name of the sect, the disciples of the sects had to come with the message talisman of their ancestors. Even though Wei Zihong had arrived, his message talisman was in the hands of his master, Zhang Yan. Therefore, the name of Yaoyin did not appear.
Just as Ying Ya Daoren was about to put away the talisman book, the talisman book suddenly vibrated. He unconsciously held it in his hands again. He took a closer look and saw that the second scroll was shining with golden light. The two words "Guangyuan" appeared. He revealed a surprised expression and said, "So it's this sect."
He shook his head and said thoughtfully, "There must be a lot of surprises in the sword duel this time."
The middle-aged cultivator looked at the talisman book in his hands and also saw the name of Guangyuan Sect. He thought for a while and said, "In the past, Shen Chong Zhenren was also undefeated in Donghua. Now that he is here, I wonder if his descendants will be able to recreate your glory."
Old Taoist Ying Ya closed the talisman book and sighed, "I've heard that there are many heroes in the Demon Sect this time, and each of them has amazing divine powers. Now that the Demon Calamity has begun, the general trend is against them, it will be very difficult to defeat them."
The middle-aged cultivator was very confident and said, "Senior Martial Brother, you worry too much. Our Xuan Gate is also full of talents. It's just that among the Zhenrens who are here, which one of them is weaker than you and me in terms of cultivation and divine arts?"
The old Taoist Ying Ya nodded, stroked his beard and said, "That makes sense. I heard that Xun Huaiying from Shaoqing Sect, Zhenren Xun, is extraordinary. I heard that this Zhenren's swordsmanship is from the Killing Sword Lineage, which focuses on killing the most in the Three Lineages of Sword."
The middle-aged cultivator gasped and said, "It's actually the Slaying Sword Lineage?"
Shaoqing Sect was different from other sects. Every time, only one disciple would come to the duel. However, in the past thousand years, most of the disciples who came were from the Extreme Sword Lineage and Sword Transformation Lineage. The Slaying Sword Lineage had never been seen.
When Ying Ya Daoren was about to say something, his hand suddenly shook and a golden light flashed. He thought, Which sect is here now?
At this moment, the sky had just begun to brighten, the stars were sparse and the vast space was vast. Suddenly, a spot of golden light appeared on the surface of the cold river, like the birth of the sun. At first, it was only a smear of red, but in a breath, it suddenly turned into a rainbow, thousands of golden threads, spitting out, washing the wind and refining the Qi, in the midst of the golden light, there were six people riding on the wind and clouds.
The two people in the lead were a pair of immortal companions. The man had a heroic bearing and an extraordinary aura, while the woman was gentle, gentle, and beautiful. The two of them walked over while holding hands, causing the cultivators on both sides of the river to exclaim endlessly in admiration.
Ying Ya Daoren stood up and said, "It's Zhenren Yang and Zhenren Zhu from Yuan Yang Sect. Junior Martial Brother, bring your disciples to welcome them."
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