Sect Legends

Seven days later, Qianzhu Ridge.

Standing at the edge of Qianzhu Ridge's cliff and gazing at Wulong Mountain's lush, verdant peaks, Ye Qingxiu was deeply moved.

"So this is Wulong Mountain..."

"Little Ye, you've never been here?"

"No, no... It's still different from what I imagined."

"What did you imagine it would be like?"

"Please forgive this junior for making you laugh. In this junior's imagination, this was a barren wilderness, a land of poor mountains and foul waters. Hehe, who would have thought... the scenery would actually be quite good."

"Why would you think that?"

"Before Senior was granted Wulong Mountain, this place teemed with bandits. It was a hiding place for many rogue cultivators and wandering outlaws. That bunch was vicious beyond measure—they plundered the righteous path, attacked manors, and shattered mountain gates. The sects of Jingxiang once swayed in wind and rain. Had Tianmu Mountain not stepped forward out of righteousness and wiped out those hordes of bandits in time, how could the Jingxiang Cultivation World enjoy its present prosperity? They say poor mountains and foul waters breed thieves and bandits. This junior assumed that was the case... Who knew it would look like this? I can only say that Senior has shaped these mountains and waters too well..."

"Is that what your family elders all say? That Old Uncle of yours?"

"Old Uncle has never been to Wulong Mountain either. He knows nothing of the sights within these mountains. All of this was passed down within the sect..."

Every sect had its own legends. Liu Xiaolou had no intention of explaining or correcting them. Some matters were difficult to explain clearly in the first place. Let people spread whatever rumors they wished. Right now, he was interested only in the matter of recorded merit.

"After you