Jiuyi Mountain.
Lingyue Peak.
The summit.
Gale winds howled, yet a delicate thatched cottage stood motionless, quietly rooted in place.
Inside, calligraphy and paintings hung on every wall, all rendered in sharp, forceful strokes. Some flowed like immortals dancing, some stood as majestic as mountains, and others surged like rivers, their many intentions leaping from the page.
There was no furniture of any kind in the cottage. Only a green jade meditation cushion lay on the floor, radiating a gentle halo that gave off a cool, soothing warmth.
The Mountain Lord wore a moon-white Magic Robe, with a Wooden Ruyi tucked into his topknot, glimmering with faint, clear light. Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, he held an ancient-looking jade slip and studied it with complete concentration.
When the Grandmaster Shiwei had emerged from seclusion unexpectedly this time, he had not only dealt with that mysterious pupil but also learned about the current state of the world.
After hearing that Pei Ling, Holy Son of the Chongming Sect, had challenged the Sect Masters of the Five Righteous Sects and won all three matches, he had passed two divine abilities on to him.
One was meant to counter Pei Ling's immortal art; the other was meant to counter Pei Ling's Law.
Both divine abilities were now contained in this jade slip.
However, they were exceedingly complicated, profound, and mysterious.
Even as the Mountain Lord of Jiuyi Mountain, he couldn't master them in just a day or two.
If Pei Ling's fourth challenge was against Jiuyi Mountain, he'd have time to master at most one of them...
Just then, a deep voice sounded outside. "Mountain Lord, Pei Ling has gone to the Cold Abyss Sword Sect."
"His next challenge is against the Sword God of the Cold Abyss Sword Sect."
"Please focus on