The Grand Cloud Mountain.
Both Shushan Sword School and Gengkwang Masamune were the top righteous sects in this world.
The sword duel between the two sects was a grand occasion.
Even before the duel began, there were already many cultivators gathering at the foot of the mountain.
There were even cultivators who used their Divine Abilities to build pavilions and pavilions. They brought a large number of disciples, beautiful maids, and servants to call on their friends. They feasted all day long and it was very lively.
Fang Xian stopped his sword ray and started searching for Cao Qiu.
Soon, he found him in a bamboo building at the edge of a cliff.
The bamboo building had three floors. The servants lived on the bottom floor, while Cao Qiu brought a group of people to the top floor to enjoy tea.
When he saw Fang Xian, he was overjoyed and said, "My friend is here."
He flew up to the sky and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, you've kept me waiting."
"As long as you didn't miss the duel."
Fang Xian did not go down. He looked at the large group of mortals and frowned, "What's this?"
Cao Qiu invited Fang Xian down and ordered for immortal fruits and tea to be served. Then, he started talking to Fang Xian. "These are my servants and descendants. I brought them here to see the world. Fellow Daoist, please have a seat."
Most of these people were mortals from the Cao Family.
Cao Qiu came from a wealthy family. Later on, he was favored by Enlightened Master Profound Heart and became a disciple of Gengkwang Masamune.
His family benefited greatly from this. When a man achieved the Dao, his fowls and dogs followed suit.
However, Gengkwang Masamune had strict rules and did not accept disciples easily. Even ordinary disciples could not inherit his teachings.
This time, Cao Qiu brought a large number of his descendants here. Perhaps he wanted to take advantage of the gathering of cultivators to help his descendants.
The last reason was Fang Xian's own guess.
Perhaps Cao Qiu's standards were not low. He would not be interested in ordinary inheritances.
Sure enough, when Cao Qiu clapped his hands, a group of young men dressed like chivalrous men came over and greeted him.
"Fellow Daoist, you're really …"
Fang Xian bitterly laughed. Looking at these men and women, he shook his head and said, "I don't have anything good on me. Here are some pills, you guys can divide them among yourselves."
The attached book of the Purple Mansion Heavenly Book had the method of refining immortal medicines by burning fire. In his spare time, he had studied it and refined quite a few immortal medicines.
However, he didn't give them the whole bottle. He only gave each of them one pill.
A chivalrous woman in the hall, nicknamed 'Autumn Water Sword' Cao Zhongying, had some contempt in her heart. She thought to herself, "Grand Uncle sent us here to be apprenticed to an expert. This young man doesn't seem to be very brilliant … and he's too stingy."
He was extremely unwilling in his heart.
Cao Qiu, on the other hand, held a pill in his hand. After taking a sip, he exclaimed, "There's no pill poison at all! Fellow Daoist is actually a divine alchemist? "
He hurriedly said to his nephews, "Why aren't you thanking the Taoist?"
"No need."
Fang Xian waved his hand, causing Cao Qiu to feel a little sad.
He did want his nephews to be apprenticed to Fang Xian. After all, Fang Xian's Daoist Qi was abundant, and his future was bright.
If he could take in a few disciples, it would definitely not be a loss.
In fact, if Fang Xian really was the leader of the Three Immortals, his descendants might even be taken in by Shushan and become his direct disciples.
Even though Gengkwang Masamune had arranged a sword duel with Shushan Sword School, Cao Qiu had to admit that Gengkwang Masamune was a famous sect in the universe. There were many who wanted to be apprenticed to them.
Now that Fang Xian had given him such a generous gift, he couldn't bring himself to say he wanted to be apprenticed.
"I wonder what the rules for this duel will be?"
Fang Xian took a few sips of tea and asked the question he was most concerned about.
"The two sides have agreed to have three duels at the peak of Grand Cloud Mountain in three days …" Cao Qiu's expression turned serious. "My master must participate no matter what. Apart from that, our sect has also invited Martial Uncle Xuanzheng and a good friend of my master — Perfected Master Fuze of Zenith Mountain."
"I see …"
Fang Xian didn't know which one Perfected Master Fuze was, so he could only nod.
"Speaking of which … this Perfected Master Fuze is very famous. He's somewhat similar to the Philanthropist of the Ninth Reincarnation. Both of them had great merits, but their paths were blocked and their bodies were destroyed. They had no choice but to reincarnate … However, this Perfected Master's luck was excellent. In his third life, he awakened his innate wisdom and greatly improved his magical power. I heard that he killed his enemy in one fell swoop and survived the tribulation …"
Cao Qiu sighed.
Fang Xian also knew that there was a saying in this world that one had to face the cycle of reincarnation.
Cultivators would either suffer from Qi deviation, have their bodies damaged, or fail to survive the tribulation. They would all reincarnate and hope to cultivate again in their next life.
Unfortunately, how terrifying was the cycle of reincarnation? Once one entered the cycle of reincarnation, their memories and magical power would disappear. Even if they reincarnated, they would only become another person.
The chances of them stepping on the path of cultivation again were slim. Even if they had a master or elder to guide them, they might not be able to find one. Aptitude and whatnot depended on the heavens.
Every successful reincarnation consumed a lot of fate energy.
For example, the Philanthropist of the Ninth Reincarnation. After reincarnating nine times in a row, he completely exhausted his luck and fate energy and had no hope of becoming an immortal.
"From the looks of it, this Perfected Master Fuze's fate energy is even higher than the Philanthropist of the Ninth Reincarnation …"
Fang Xian nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked up at the sky.
A golden boat with swords as its wings soared through the sky. A few people stood on it, and the one leading them was Mo Xiao Yao!
Gu Dao Xian, Zhuge Wen Xian, Zhu Yingzi, and Han Young-ju, the Shushan Four Little Brats were also there.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, I am indebted to you for your teachings. The defeat last time was deeply engraved in my heart. Please continue to teach me later."
Mo Xiao Yao flew down on his sword and said to Fang Xian.
"Looks like you've already found out about me?"
Fang Xian thought to himself. He was not too surprised and smiled. "If I have the time, I'll be more than happy to keep you company."
"Next time, we'll have to add some stakes!"
Gu Daoxian hid behind Mo Xiao Yao, and suddenly called out, "Let's use that flying sword."
"Hmm?"
Fang Xian did not feel that this person was arrogant, but rather that he seemed to be afraid of him. It was really funny. Shaking his head, he said, "I still have to pass the Fire Dragon Sword to my disciple. You don't have to think about it. As for flying swords, I still have one here. There's no need to bet either. I'm just afraid you won't dare to take it!"
As he spoke, he took out the Golden Silkworm Sword.
The sword's appearance was not bad, and it had been trained by a Gold Pill Grandmaster for a long time. Naturally, it was extraordinary.
"This looks like … Granny Green's Golden Silkworm Sword?" Mo Xiao Yao recognized it immediately.
"Why wouldn't I dare to take it?" Gu Dao Xian's eyes lit up.
Even if he was one of the Two Heroes of the Three Immortals, he would probably have to cultivate to the Divinity realm before he could be given a flying sword.
As for wielding the three sect-defining flying swords, 'Demon Refining', 'Demon Suppressing', and 'Immortal Slaying'? At the very least, he would have to form the Gold Pill first.
To a Sword Immortal, a flying sword was as valuable as his life.
"It's fine if you want it. Just exchange it with a sword technique!" Fang Xian replied with a smile.
Mo Xiao Yao was stunned, as if he had received a telepathic message from someone. He smiled and said, "We can't teach our sect's sword techniques to outsiders, but I have a sword technique here. It's obtained from the outside, so there's no such restriction. If you want to exchange it, so be it … White Bone Mountain's hollow, hehe, I, Shushan, am really not afraid of it!"
Indeed, the one who took the initiative to take the blame has come …
Fang Xian laughed in his heart. He knew that Shushan was pretending to be magnanimous and wanted to take the blame for him. "Very well, exchange it!"
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