Yang Jian really didn't expect that this matter would blow up to such an extent that it even made him worry about his safety.
He also did not expect that Fu Dongliu would care so much about the sword techniques that he had comprehended by chance.
This was not an epiphany. It was just left behind by someone and Yang Jian had picked it up.
Fu Dongliu pulled Yang Jian and flew through the gate of the secret realm anxiously. He had almost forgotten about the Young Princess.
Fu Dongliu didn't have enough time to introduce this secret realm to Yang Jian. He exerted all his strength and flew over layers of mountain ranges. In a flash, he had already traveled a hundred miles. Pulling Yang Jian and the young Commandery Princess, he landed on a mountain peak.
Before his feet touched the ground, Fu Dongliu shouted,
"Star Picking Peak Master Token! All Peak Masters and Elders of the Ping Tian Sword Sect, please come to the main hall of the Star Picking Peak! Invite the Sect Master here! "
It seemed that this Senior Fu's position was not low. He should be the Peak Master of the Star Picking Peak.
Yang Jian had never heard of this sect. He felt a little emotional. After all, this was a world with no Spiritual Qi. He did not expect such a big sect to exist.
Big sect? However, Yang Jian had misunderstood …
The real big sects in the Untainted Land with strong cultivators were at least a few thousand miles wide and hundreds of mountains.
In fact, if one wanted to become a Peak Lord or an Elder of such a large sect, one's immortal cultivation was not enough. At the very least, one had to be a True Immortal or Heaven Immortal.
Let's cut to the chase and get back to business.
Fu Dongliu pulled Yang Jian and the Young Princess to a big hall.
This hall was not very big. It was similar to the Daoist temples that Yang Jian had been to in his previous life. There were a few statues in the hall, which should be the patriarch of this sect.
Apart from that, there were some praying mats, a few murals, and pillars that had lost most of their paint. This was almost everything in the hall.
"Where are the disciples on duty in the hall!" Fu Dongliu shouted. Two female disciples in Daoist robes with swords on their backs kowtowed and addressed him as Peak Master.
Fu Dongliu couldn't hide his excitement and shouted, "The two of you, settle this girl down and take good care of her. I'll arrange for her to be apprenticed to Master after everything here is over!"
The two female disciples weren't Fu Dongliu's direct disciples, so when they heard Fu Dongliu's solemn tone, they naturally thought that this sorrowful girl would become his disciple. Not daring to be careless, they gently pulled the princess out of the hall.
Fu Dongliu turned around and looked at Yang Jian. The look in his eyes made Yang Jian's heart a little uneasy …
"Fellow Daoist, do you still remember Brother Yang's three moves?"
"Of course I remember." Yang Jian nodded lightly.
"Alright!" Fu Dongliu paced back and forth. His eyes seemed to be filled with many thoughts, and then he couldn't help but laugh a few times.
"Hahaha! The heavens have truly not forsaken my Heaven Quelling Sword! "
Suddenly, a woman snorted from outside the door. "You're disturbing my sleep in the middle of the night. What kind of shameful things are you up to now!"
Fu Dongliu only smiled when he heard that. He took a step back and sat on a praying mat. It seemed that he did it on purpose, leaving Yang Jian standing alone in the middle of the hall.
A white shadow crossed the moonlight. Her hair was like a waterfall, and she was as ethereal as a fairy.
When the woman came closer, Yang Jian's eyes lit up and he praised her in his heart.
"What a fairy!"
She had the bones of a fairy, and her shoes were stained with dust.
If there was no dust falling, there would only be a person in the moonlight.
This otherworldly woman landed outside the palace. She was actually only wearing a pair of straw sandals. Her figure couldn't be described with words like 'tall' or 'slender'. She truly had the bones of an immortal, and her proportions were practically flawless.
She was wearing a white dress with a strapless chest. It seemed that she had been woken up from her sleep and flew here.
But even if she was wearing a skimpy dress, who could say that she was bewitching or seductive? She was already showing the beauty of this world, and it would be a pity if she tried to cover it up.
Her long hair was loose, and it was truly three thousand strands.
She lifted her foot and appeared in front of Yang Jian in the blink of an eye.
"I'll dig your eyes out if you look at me again."
The cold tone made Yang Jian shrink his neck. The woman turned and appeared on a beam in the hall.
One of her small feet was casually placed on the beam, and the other was curled up. She placed her arm on her knee casually. She looked carefree and unrestrained, but this posture had a different kind of artistic conception.
"I'm sorry."
Yang Jian's eyes quickly became clear again. He felt ashamed and cupped his hands at the woman.
"Hahaha!" Fu Dongliu laughed and said, "This is my little junior sister, and also the peak master of Forgetful Peak! Qinglian, I'll tell you about this little brother later. Let's wait for the other senior brothers to come. "
"Okay." The peak master of Qinglian Peak only responded softly. She picked up a wine jar and sipped from it.
Yang Jian did not look at her. He sat on the meditation cushion beside Fu Dongliu and waited quietly for the "seniors" of the Ping Tian Sword Sect to arrive.
Not long after, more than thirty people gathered in the hall. Half of them were white-haired old men, and the other half were middle-aged men like Fu Dongliu. When the last old man sat on the meditation cushion, Fu Dongliu stood up.
He first bowed to a tall and thin middle-aged Daoist and addressed him as "Senior Brother Sect Leader." Then, he turned around and bowed to the elders and peak masters before speaking.
"I'll make it short …"
At that moment, Fu Dongliu repeated the process of him killing demons and getting to know Yang Jian. He also mentioned Yang Jian's background.
"This little brother was placed in the wilderness by his master to train and cultivate. That senior's cultivation level is beyond our imagination."
Fu Dongliu was protecting Yang Jian. After all, Fu Dongliu was not the only one in charge in the sect. He was afraid that someone would have evil intentions towards Yang Jian.
Being open-minded was not something that everyone possessed.
What if an elder jumped out and accused Yang Jian of carrying the secret of the Ping Tian Sword Sect and wanted to harm Yang Jian?
Fu Dongliu had already said that Yang Jian had a "very powerful background", so these people did not dare to have any delusions.
After all, the current mystic realm and the Ping Tian Sword Sect could not withstand any more attacks.
There was a moment of silence in the hall, but no one questioned Fu Dongliu because they could tell that he had something else to say. They just waited quietly.
When Fu Dongliu told them about Yang Jian's previous punch, the expressions of the group immediately changed. Many of them looked at Yang Jian with complicated gazes. When they realized that this young man seemed to be "ordinary", they became a little more fearful.
Fu Dongliu did not waste any time. He gestured for everyone to be silent and then cupped his hands at Yang Jian.
"Fellow Daoist, please demonstrate for us."
"Yes." Yang Jian was very calm at that moment. He was not shocked at all. He stood up and walked into the hall. He closed his eyes and slowly searched for that feeling from before.
He activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, and a mysterious aura spread from Yang Jian's body.
The woman on the beam was originally looking out of the hall, but when this aura appeared, she lowered her head and stared at Yang Jian with a curious gaze.
The elders, the Peak Leaders, and even the Sect Leader wore stern expressions on their faces.
Who would dare to disrespect him when his mystic arts were shocking?
"I've never used a sword before, so I'll replace it with my fingers. Please watch carefully."
Yang Jian raised his hand and moved his leg. He put his right hand together and moved his fingers left and right. There was no fluctuation of Spiritual Qi around him, but there seemed to be a ray of light at his fingertips.
He recreated every single movement of the figure he saw when he was comprehending at the mountain gate.
The punch he threw just now actually refined the essence of the three sword moves and merged them into one punch …
However, his cultivation level was not high enough, and the Eight-Nine Arcane Art was only at the first level. That was why he vomited blood from the backlash.
But now, it was naturally a small matter to perform the moves that the figure used.
One sword split the earth.
One sword flattened the sky.
One sword split the sky!
After Yang Jian finished performing the three moves without any Spiritual Qi, he stood there and carefully comprehended them again. He was filled with emotions.
These three sword moves were so profound and sharp, but they were created by a mighty figure that he had never heard of.
In this glorious world, in the endless Primordial Era, how many people like this existed? And how many people surpass the creator of this sword move?
Thinking of this, Yang Jian's heart was filled with yearning.
The cultivator who created this sword move was already like this. What kind of scene would it be if an existence of the level of his master were to really use this divine ability?
Yang Jian stood there for a long time without moving. Then, he heard a few puffs. Seven or eight of the figures sitting on the praying mats behind him vomited blood.
The remaining twenty or so people were still meditating with their eyes closed. Their breaths were fluctuating.
Yang Jian's vision blurred. The figure on the beam landed in front of him and directly grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder.
While Fu Dongliu was meditating, the Master of Qinglian Peak took Yang Jian away without any hindrance, rushed out of the hall, and directly flew into the sky …
Her movements were so fast that by the time Yang Jian came back to his senses, he had already appeared in the sky, being taken by the woman to another peak.
Opening his mouth, the night wind directly poured in, but Yang Jian couldn't say a word.
"Don't worry. You have helped the Ping Tian Sword Sect, so I won't harm you. I just want you to practice a few times for me."
Her voice was cold, but with a kind of indifference, as if she really was a fairy from the Ninth Heaven, talking to a mortal like Yang Jian.
Was this the attitude of asking for help?
She was just giving orders!
Yang Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he was angry, he couldn't show it. He could only remember this humiliation and "catch" her like this in the future.
He took a deep look at this unreasonably beautiful woman and thought to himself …
Our little Chan 'er may not be inferior to you when she grows up!
Alas, Master said to avoid karma, but he completely forgot about it … If he knew this, why did he show off before?
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