The endless mountain ranges of Cold Immortal Mountain stretched beyond sight. The leaves were lush and emerald, their colors as vivid as ink splashed in bold strokes, as though no one had ever damaged this place in ten thousand years. It was breathtaking to behold. This place truly was a blessed land.
Seeing that it was my first time here, the old man smiled and said, "The Main Peak, True Immortal Peak, is still a great distance away. Young Master Xia, is this your first time here?"
"That's right," I said.
"Then you've missed out on many wonderful things. Every so often, the Panlong Immortal Fruit on the Main Peak bears fruit, and all the sword immortals under heaven are invited to the Main Peak to exchange pointers. Any sword immortal who makes it into the top sixteen receives a Panlong Immortal Fruit as a gift. After countless years of word-of-mouth, it has become a famous grand gathering among those who have transformed into immortals." Jiufang Ye also smiled as he spoke.
The old man nodded happily. "We don't keep our immortal fruits hidden away. Everyone inside and outside the Cold Immortal Sect has a chance to enjoy them. After all, the Panlong Divine Tree grows between heaven and earth, while our Cold Immortal Mountain stands beneath heaven. Upholding the vision of sharing with all under heaven, everyone can draw upon the essence of heaven and earth, then use their own strength to benefit the world in all directions."
"Indeed. That is precisely the vision I admire." Jiufang Ye smiled knowingly.
I smiled and said, "Only sword immortals from across the world? But now that you mention it, Cold Immortal Mountain is famous for its swordsmanship. That's also thanks to exchanging immortal fruits for sword techniques, isn't it?"
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