The Silver-Haired Golden Saber was not a title boasted up by the disciples of Soaring Heavens Palace. In truth, for a Foundation Establishment disciple like Lu Xiaotian, with no background to speak of and no famous master to guide him, to reach his current heights had depended entirely on his own efforts. It was not a title bestowed by several immortal sects on good terms with Soaring Heavens Palace, nor was it a name ranked by the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm. It had been earned through that astonishing battle, through the resounding prestige of carving his way out alone, saber in hand, amid the encirclement and suppression of countless flying cavalry tribesmen. Who else could be like Lu Xiaotian, fighting fiercely against dozens of savage flying cavalry tribesmen, including several Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators, and still beat them until they were scattered like fallen blossoms and flowing water?
Although rumors had long claimed that Lu Xiaotian had perished eight years ago, the prestige he had forged against foes as formidable as the flying cavalry tribes was enough to become an unparalleled swan song.
Had Peng Dayong and Zhu Ling not cried out his name, they would never have imagined that the legendary number one Foundation Establishment cultivator looked no different from an ordinary young man next door. At this moment, the entire camp was in uproar, a chaotic din filling the air.
"Senior Brother Lu, the sect has regulations requiring routine inspections. Please present your identity token." Wang Dang, who had stopped Lu Xiaotian earlier, now regarded him with open reverence.
Lu Xiaotian had not expected his return to the immortal sect to cause such a commotion. He had never intended to use his reputation to do anything out of line. In fact, according to