If he could fly, he would not have had Nanke stop by the river outside the town. Instead, he would have flown all the way to Holy Maiden Peak.
However, he could not do that, because he had to show respect to Holy Maiden Peak. Moreover, Holy Maiden Peak had restrictions.
Even if he was the Pope, bringing the Little Demon Princess into Holy Maiden Peak would inevitably incur the wrath of the Pope.
Their party had to pass through the town at the foot of the mountain, so Nanke once again entered the Garden of Zhou.
The houses in the town were very densely packed. It could be seen that the people here lived quite well. There were no overly dilapidated houses.
The Tong River was already in the southern part of the continent, and its climate was warm. Even in the height of winter, it wasn't very cold.
Noon was a good time to take a nap.
They passed through the town without meeting too many people.
There was a store on the side of the street that was open. Tang Thirty-Six really wanted to buy some trinkets to prove that he had been here before. Zhexiu wanted to buy some dried meat in case he needed it, but seeing Chen Changsheng's expression, neither of them said anything.
Xiao Zhang had not been very clear in Fengyang County, because he had not entered Holy Maiden Peak, but it was clear that he felt that something had happened at Holy Maiden Peak.
Chen Chang Sheng also came to the same conclusion, so he was naturally a little anxious.
Because they were in a hurry, when they passed by the shop, they didn't notice the conversation between the lady boss and the other two people inside.
"It's not a problem that we're missing one, and I'm not in a good position to play cards. It's just that the fairy hasn't been here for so long, and I'm worried that something might have happened to her."
"Bah, even if your beard is burnt, nothing will happen to the fairy."
"Hey, didn't I just pay for three brick houses for your family? Is there a need to curse me to protect her?"
"Speaking of which, where did the fairy go?"
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After passing the town, they entered the forest. It was very quiet, and there were not many people on the road.
Chen Chang Sheng and the others quickened their pace, their speed becoming faster and faster. If a normal person were to look at them, they might not even be able to see their figures clearly.
The road gradually ascended. Under the cover of the forest, it rose higher and higher without a trace. Soon, they arrived at the mountain.
More than ten miles later, a stone door appeared on the mountain path.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't pay attention to what was written on the stone door and directly walked forward.
Then, he was stopped.
Since this was the mountain gate of South Stream Temple, there were naturally disciples guarding the gate, two girls of fourteen or fifteen.
These two female disciples didn't have a high position in the temple and didn't have the chance to travel far. They didn't go to the capital like their senior sisters, so they didn't recognize Chen Chang Sheng and Tang Thirty Six.
"Stop right there! Who are you? "
The two girls gripped the hilts of their swords and shouted at Chen Chang Sheng's group.
The expressions on their faces were a little nervous. It seemed like they had no experience at all.
Chen Chang Sheng and Tang Thirty Six looked at each other. They both saw the problem. Even if the mountain gate was far away from the temple and was guarded by ordinary disciples, there would inevitably be many disciples from subordinate sects or fellow cultivators who came out of admiration to pay a visit. South Stream Temple should have arranged for some mature and steady disciples, so why did it send two girls?
Tang Thirty-Six shook his head slightly, indicating that Chen Changsheng should not reveal his identity yet. He stepped forward and said, "We are disciples of the Emotion-Severing Sect of Han Qiu City. We have come to Holy Maiden Peak to sightsee."
A young girl nervously said, "What kind of place is Holy Maiden Peak? Is it a place you can enter just because you want to?"
These words made Chen Chang Sheng's group feel even more strange.
Whether it was the question of who had come before them or these words, they all sounded like they had come from a book. How was this the tone a disciple of South Stream Temple should have?
Tang Thirty-Six stared at the girl and arched his brows. "When did South Stream Temple have this sort of rule?"
Whether it was the Li Palace or Holy Maiden Peak, they both emphasized the transmission of the Dao to all living beings. They would never refuse entry to believers or fellow cultivators, but they would cut off a few truly important places.
These words made the two South Stream Temple girls even more nervous. They didn't know how to reply.
"Perhaps because the temple is closing, the guards are rather strict."
Chen Chang Sheng said to Tang Thirty-Six, "Just state your identity."
Hearing this, the two South Stream Temple girls suddenly came to their senses. As it turned out, the disciples of the Emotion-Severing Sect that they had spoken of were all fake.
They became even more nervous. Unsheathing their swords, they asked in trembling voices, "Just who are you?"
Tang Thirty-Six originally wanted to directly state his identity, but seeing their nervous expressions, he couldn't help but find it rather amusing. He wanted to tease them, so he walked forward.
The two South Stream Temple girls became even more nervous. The swords in their hands began to tremble, but they had no intention of backing down.
With two shouts that were clearly still trembling, the two girls thrust their swords at Tang Thirty-Six.
Before attacking, the two girls were clearly very nervous, even a little afraid.
But once they used their sword techniques, all their nervousness and fear vanished, because they were disciples of South Stream Temple and were using the sword style of South Stream Temple.
The elegant sword glows illuminated the stone door on the mountain path as they descended upon Tang Thirty-Six.
Zhexiu felt respect for this sight. If one did not bitterly train from morning to night, it would have been impossible to use the sword to calm their minds.
Hu Thirty-Two felt a shiver run down his spine at this sight. He thought, if these two most ordinary disciples of South Stream Temple have such exquisite sword techniques, it seems that I can't underestimate my fellow disciples of the south.
Chen Chang Sheng felt suspicious at this sight. What sort of sword style is this? It seems rather familiar, and it seems to be hiding some sort of trick.
Standing in this scene, Tang Thirty-Six saw the elegant sword glows coming at him. Let alone feeling fear, he didn't even have much desire to fight.
Yes, the sword styles of these two South Stream Temple girls were truly exquisite, but their cultivations were far too ordinary. They weren't even at Ethereal Opening, so how could they be his match?
He chuckled and stepped forward. He was prepared to easily break through the barrier and perfectly display his elegant demeanor to the two girls.
But in the next moment, his laughter turned into a surprised gasp, and then into an annoyed "Ouch!"!
The sword glows suddenly faded as the two girls retreated to the back of the mountain gate, their chests rising and falling as their expressions once more became nervous.
Tang Thirty-Six was not injured, but his sleeve had been torn open, making him seem rather laughable.
He could not laugh.
If this were a real battle, he naturally would not have lost, but in a contest of swords, he had already lost one move.
These two South Stream Temple girls had ordinary cultivations, so no matter how exquisite their sword techniques were, they should not have been able to defeat him.
The problem was that the sword techniques of these two South Stream Temple girls seemed to have some sort of connection. Once they attacked at the same time, they seemed to be able to naturally coordinate. The power of their sword techniques abruptly increased, their sword techniques even more exquisite, as if they had calculated all of Tang Thirty-Six's paths of retreat.
Chen Chang Sheng, who had learned the Intellectual Sword from Su Li, had only found three holes in the two South Stream Temple girls' sword techniques when they reached the middle stage. From this perspective, the sword techniques of these two South Stream Temple girls, purely in terms of exquisiteness, even far surpassed those Star Condensation experts he had encountered in the wilderness.
Just what sort of sword style was this for it to be so formidable?
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