Although Qin Fengming was certain that the Hundred Skills Gate lay within the Baixi Mountain Range, this was his first visit.
Finding a sect that occupied only a few hundred li within a mountain range spanning over ten thousand li was no easy task. Only after searching for more than an hour did Qin Fengming finally come upon a vast area shrouded in five-colored mist.
With his experience, Qin Fengming naturally recognized the mist as the Hundred Skills Gate's outer restrictive spell.
He hesitated no further. Without slowing, he shot straight into the mist.
The misty restrictive spells outside sects generally possessed no particularly powerful offensive capabilities. Their purpose was merely to keep out mortals and ordinary wild beasts. Cultivators could pass through safely, even those at the Qi Gathering stage.
The mist extended for several dozen li. Once he passed through it, an endless expanse of emerald peaks unfolded before him. Tall, lush trees stood everywhere, presenting a world utterly different from the one outside the mist.
After briefly steadying himself, Qin Fengming released his full spiritual sense. A moment later, he rose into the air and shot off at an angle.
"Fellow Daoist ahead, please stop. What brings you to our Hundred Skills Gate?"
As Qin Fengming flew forward at an ordinary speed, three cultivators suddenly appeared a dozen or so li ahead to his left. They sped toward him to intercept him, while a voice imbued with spiritual power reached him first.
Upon hearing that voice, Qin Fengming could not help feeling somewhat relieved.
He had been worried that the Hundred Skills Gate would follow in the White Phoenix Sect's footsteps and be swallowed up by one of the Deqing Empire's major sects. Hearing the cultivators identify themselves as members of the Hundred Skills Gate brought him