In Mi Province, at the northernmost edge of the Azure Sky World, stood a solitary mountain rising alone above the plains. It was called Leap Month Peak, and at its foot ran a Weak Water.
The mountain was perilous and steep, piled stones like jade and rows of pines like emeralds, yet its Spiritual Energy was sparse. Clearly, it was no feng shui treasure ground suited for establishing a dojo.
Leap Month Peak's Mountain Water Restriction was Xin Ku's painstakingly cultivated fist aura.
It was like a lake atop a mountain, its fist intent pouring down the entire peak like flowing water, yet somehow leaving not the slightest harm upon the mountain's living creatures.
Unless a Martial Cultivator had reached the Martial Dao limit, or a cultivator had reached the Ascension Realm, they should not dream of reaching the summit.
No visitors received.
More than a dozen Pure Martial Artists from various continents, their Martial Dao realms varying in height, had each claimed a spot beside the Weak Water at the mountain's foot. They built thatched huts and cultivated there, treating the ascent of the mountain as the finest way to temper their fists.
As the Mountain Lord of Leap Month Peak, Xin Ku never drove anyone away.
A visitor arrived at Leap Month Peak today. He wore a scholar's blue robe, with sword-like brows sweeping into his temples, and carried an air of refined learning.
At the sight of him, figures leaped up like rabbits and swooped down like falcons. All were long-renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters, hurrying over to pay their respects to this "Master Lin," whose name resounded throughout the Azure Sky World.
Yet when they came within several dozen or over a hundred zhang of the man, they could no longer advance half a step. It was