Taixuan the Wanderer had some reputation in the Upper Realm. It was said that he enjoyed studying things like Mysterious Gates and Eight Trigrams. Since he usually cultivated on his own mountain and rarely had dealings with the secular world or sect factions, very few knew much about his exploits.
The Seventh Elder had heard of this man. He also knew that anyone who occupied a mountain to cultivate might possess some strength, but he did not take him seriously. The reason was simple: he came from the Imperial Sword Mysterious Sect.
In a plane where sects held absolute sway, independent cultivators simply could not be mentioned in the same breath as them.
What was more, it was a sword Dao sect that had reached Mystic Rank.
There was no denying that Mystic Rank sects stood at the bottom among the four ranks. But once one knew how many forces in the Upper Realm had not even reached Mystic Rank, one would understand just how impressive it was to bear the prefix "Mystic."
Unless they shared a blood feud that would not end until one side died, lone independent cultivators generally would not casually provoke sects. Who knew whether offending one would mean offending several? After all, whose family did not have a few allies?
Black Rakshasa had also told Jun Changxiao that in the Upper Realm, the strength of one's Cultivation came second. Connections and relationships were what truly mattered.
And now, well.
Old Man Taixuan, who had nothing whatsoever to do with the Imperial Sword Mysterious Sect, had now developed a misunderstanding with them because of Jun Changxiao, his disciple in quotation marks!
Just as the readers mocked: seated on Taixuan Immortal Mountain, the pot came from Gousheng.
There was no helping it.
Who told him to once