Picking Up a Ship

Mount Song had also sent people to secretly protect the three young lords. But these guardians and retainers weren't really their servants; they were only carrying out tasks for the sect. They hadn't thought much of the three brats to begin with. Seeing Qiong Ying dressed like a fellow disciple and showing restraint in her attacks, they couldn't be bothered to intervene. They didn't even show themselves to stop her. They simply picked up the useless fools lying on the ground, moaning and groaning after failing to withstand even one move from a little girl, and took them to the sect for treatment.

Qiong Ying, meanwhile, made her way safely to Wuji Laojun Cave at the foot of Xuan Girl Peak on Mount Song, following the directions from the silver shuttle's remote control.

Within the main sanctuaries of the Xuan Sects were Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands, the abodes of immortals: pocket worlds like the Peach Blossom Spring, small enough to fit in a mustard seed.

The Xuan Sects controlled the finest of the Central Plains' thirty-six Grotto-Heavens and seventy-two Blessed Lands. Mount Song, one of the Nine Great Xuan Sects, was more extraordinary still. Each of the thirty-six peaks that the two elders of Mount Song had brought over had a spiritual aperture, ley lines, and a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land. And that wasn't even counting the grottoes and sanctuaries of the Great Yi Dao's outer branches and affiliated sects, beyond the main mountain. It was nothing like a certain southern barbarian sect, which claimed to have two mountains and fourteen peaks but in reality had only one Grotto-Heaven world; everywhere else was just barren hills and rocky ridges. That was the difference in foundation.

Ahem. In any case, according to Yang the Blind and the others, Wuji Laojun Cave contained a