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Sitting in the Scripture Pavilion, Jiang Hao carefully read through the Records of Hearing Immortals. The first sect listed was Shu Mountain. Being ranked first showed that Shu Mountain truly was formidable.
Shu Mountain, also known as the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect, was located amid the towering mountains of western Sichuan. Legend had it that its peaks hung suspended in the air like floating clouds, a blessed land bestowed upon the mortal world by immortals. It worshipped the Daoist Three Pure Ones and the ancestral gods of the Three Sovereigns.
Shu Mountain disciples primarily cultivated sword arts. A single immortal sword possessed peerless power. They entered the mortal world to cultivate, slaying demons and eliminating evil. They nurtured qi with their bodies, controlled swords with qi, then transformed qi into sword energy to wound their enemies. Shu Mountain swordsmanship was extraordinary; when their swords were drawn, it was like heavenly frost descending. Astral qi filled their bodies, and whenever they faced powerful enemies, their spirits only grew stronger rather than faltering. The Immortal Arts and cultivation methods of the Shu Mountain Sect were effective at restraining demonic nature.
"The current head of Shu Mountain is True Man Qi Ming."
Jiang Hao read with great focus. In the blink of an eye, evening arrived. The view outside the window had turned red when the door to the Scripture Pavilion was pushed open. Young Daoist Shou De walked in. "Young Master Jiang, vegetarian food has been prepared in the temple. Would you like to eat?"
Looking at the Records of Hearing Immortals on the table, Jiang Hao was reluctant to put it down. He asked, "Can I take it back to my room to read?"
Shou De looked at the book Jiang Hao was holding. It was