A Guest at Xiaowei Mountain

Strolling back along the path he had taken, Liu Xiaolou emerged from the valley to find a rugged high slope of jagged rocks before him. He remembered passing through a peach grove on his way in. The shifting scenery showed that formations lay everywhere within Xiaowei Mountain.

This was somewhat similar to Tianmu Mountain. Most pill sects were like this: formations were set up around many important places, not only to guard against outside thieves, but also to keep their own people from disturbing one another while moving about and disrupting pill refining.

Of course, most of these formations were illusion arrays and trapping arrays. They would not take lives; they served more as a warning, telling visitors that an elder, a fellow disciple, or a fellow sect member ahead was refining pills, or that the way ahead led to a secret land.

The moment he saw a formation, Liu Xiaolou became interested. After observing for a while, he circled beneath a tall boulder three times. The solid boulder suddenly became illusory. Liu Xiaolou stepped inside, and when he turned around, he had already passed through the rock pile. Before him appeared a winding stream, its waters radiating dense spiritual power.

Worthy of being a cave-heaven. It could not compare to Danxia Mountain or Weiyu Mountain, but it was still quite extraordinary. Judging by the spiritual power in this stream alone, it was roughly equivalent to an eighty-stone spirit spring.

Around the stream lay patch after patch of flower and herb gardens. As Liu Xiaolou walked onward, he had already seen more than a dozen varieties of plants. He recognized only half of them, including Purple Plum Golden Core and Three Yin Eastern Bamboo Sunflower, both of which he had at home. He had only cultivated a little over ten