The next morning, Linghu Chong arrived early at the mountain path that had once served as the Huashan Sect's entrance to Jade Maiden Peak, accompanied by his wife, Ren Yingying, their young son, Linghu Shen, and their eldest daughter, Linghu Shan—their family of four.
Of course, it could no longer be called a mountain path. It had become a huge market!
You could even call it a small town.
After all, there was an "Immortal's Inscription" here!
They said that three years ago, a young swordsman from Lingnan had gazed at the inscription for three days and three nights. Then he had comprehended an extraordinary sword technique, and his martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds. After that, three to five ordinary ward-evil swordsmen couldn't get near him.
And two years ago, a Daoist master had come to see the "Immortal's Inscription." When he returned home, he had comprehended a miraculous spell that let him transform into mist and rain. Though the spell could only carry him a dozen or so yards and consumed a tremendous amount of internal energy, making it seem useless, it was still extraordinary.
After all, it was a genuine immortal spell!
And so, little by little, this remote, desolate mountain hollow—a place at the foot of the Huashan Sect's mountain gate where not even birds would relieve themselves—had become the bustling market it was now. Countless people seeking immortality and the Dao wandered beneath the inscription all day.
They also said that the Ming Emperor Jiajing, who lived at Laojun Temple on Falling Geese Peak and could look out toward Jade Maiden Peak, would occasionally come to see the Immortal's Inscription. Each time he came, he would clear the market so he could view the inscription and meditate on the immortal arts without anyone