Sword Qi Soars to the Heavens, Startling the Transformation of Feathers

Inside a cave dwelling a thousand feet up the main peak of the Feathering Sect.

Master Green Feather was practicing breath regulation and qi refinement. The miraculous encounter four years ago, a legacy left by the founder, had allowed his injuries to fully heal. After years of diligent cultivation, he had finally made further progress, stepping into the mid-stage of the Profound Realm three days ago.

A happy event always brings a refreshed spirit.

Moreover, the Feathering Sect had seen a constant stream of good news in recent years.

Although they had encountered some crises and setbacks, with the founder's protection, they had almost all been resolved without any real danger.

Now, among the younger generation of disciples in the sect, quite a few outstanding talents had truly emerged.

Not to mention seeds of immortality like Su Zhiyan.

Given time, she would surely achieve great things.

Even if she could not truly ascend to immortality.

Reaching the Great Vehicle stage was an absolute certainty.

And if the sect had a Great Vehicle ancestor presiding over it, the sect would be as stable as a rock, and its future prosperity would be just around the corner.

Besides Su Zhiyan.

The newly admitted Yang Siblings were also highly worthy of attention.

Ever since that immortal founder had displayed profound immortal arts and supreme divine abilities, causing pear trees to bloom in the dead of winter and clearing the cultivation barriers for the siblings to officially guide them onto the path of immortality, the siblings' cultivation had progressed by leaps and bounds.

In just over a month, they had both reached the peak of the second level of Qi Refinement.

Such speed was shocking.

Although it was still slightly inferior to Su Zhiyan's performance back in the day, it could still rank in the top ten in the history of the sect.

And what was incredible was this.

Upon learning of this, Master Green Feather had personally gone to see the siblings and tested their spiritual roots himself.

Their aptitude was excellent.

But it was merely excellent!

Among their batch of new disciples, they might be considered outstanding.

But to call them shocking geniuses or seeds of immortality would be a bit of an exaggeration.

The siblings had not yet reached that level; they were even inferior to Liang Xiaotian, so their cultivation speed was truly quite puzzling.

Master Green Feather had also questioned their master, the Golden Core deacon Daoist Shi.

Daoist Shi had replied respectfully that although he paid close attention to the siblings and often guided their cultivation, that was all he did; he had not given them any special treatment.

The spiritual pills, medicinal herbs, and other cultivation resources the siblings received each month were no different from those of ordinary disciples.

This made Master Green Feather marvel even more.

Unable to find a reason, he could only attribute it to the protection of that immortal founder.

After all, the pear trees blooming had been triggered by this pair of siblings.

Perhaps it was truly the immortal's favor that granted them such good fortune.

Whenever he thought of this, Master Green Feather would always sigh with emotion. That founder truly possessed heaven-defying divine abilities and supreme, wondrous methods. It was a pity that, apart from that one encounter four years ago, he had never had the chance to see the old man again.

Finishing his cultivation.

Master Green Feather stood up and bowed to the longevity tablet enshrined in front of him.

Although he did not know the name of that immortal founder, he was grateful for his kindness and had set up a longevity tablet for him in his own cave dwelling.

He offered three sticks of incense morning, noon, and night, bowing every day with the utmost respect.

Just as he finished his salute and straightened his body.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted. As if sensing something, he abruptly raised his head.

Then, without hesitation, he turned into a streak of white light and flew out of the cave, standing on a wide stone platform to gaze into the distance.

He saw that in the direction of the Founder's Shrine.

Sword qi soared into the sky.

It seemed as if it were about to tear the firmament apart.

But it vanished in a flash, disappearing into the distant horizon at an incredible speed...

Master Green Feather watched, dumbfounded, his entire being left in a state of disarray. The biting sword intent made even him feel a chill in his heart.

In the direction of the Founder's Shrine, could it be...

Master Green Feather immediately recalled his encounter there four years ago.

The sword qi soared into the sky, as dazzling as a meteor streaking across the heavens.

In less than a moment.

The entire Feathering Sect had been stirred into action.

The clamor was deafening.

The elders and sect heads felt the sword intent soaring into the heavens, and every one of them felt a chill in their hearts.

Their expressions were a mix of shock, joy, bewilderment, and fear.

Yet, they all shared one common trait: they remained rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.

They were terrified that they might disturb that terrifying sword intent, and that the entity behind it might turn its focus toward them...

At the thought of this possibility, the elders felt a cold breeze against their necks and could only smile bitterly. If it truly came to that, they feared they would have no choice but to offer their necks for the slaughter.

Resistance was impossible.

Although they did not know what precious magical treasure it was, the sword energy was so heaven-piercing that, even from afar, they felt as insignificant as ants...

Who on earth could possess such heaven-defying...

There was no need to guess.

The Sect Master's decree was issued shortly after, telling everyone not to panic, to stay put, and to return to their respective duties. In short, it was one message: get back to work!

Do not speculate wildly.

Pondering these words, many elders let their imaginations run wild, and in their hearts, they arrived at an answer.

Everyone's expression turned respectful, and many even bowed from afar toward the receding sword energy.

"This commotion seems a bit too large."

At the Founder's Shrine, Lin Xiaoyao shielded his eyes with his hand, watching the Locust Wood Immortal Sword in the distance. He smacked his lips and then let out a yawn.

Forget it, ignore it. In any case, no one would ever suspect a nobody like him.

He was feeling a bit sleepy; he would head back to bed.

He presumed that when he woke up tomorrow morning, there would be a result.

With that, Lin Xiaoyao returned to his courtyard, his eyes bleary with sleep.

As expected, a life where he could sleep until he woke up naturally was his favorite.

Over ten thousand miles away from the Feathering Sect lay a range of rolling mountains, stretching toward the horizon like a giant python coiled upon the earth.

Because the vegetation in these mountains was extremely dense, it was difficult to even see the sunlight while walking through the woods; even during the day, the light remained very dim.

Thus, it was known as Black Python Mountain.

The area was rarely visited by humans and was frequently haunted by snakes and insects.

There were even legends of demons wreaking havoc.

Although the mortals outside the mountains were skeptical, even the locals who had lived there for generations dared not venture deep into the mountain range.

Because once one ventured even slightly too deep, it was difficult to return. The number of mountain travelers and hunters who had lost their lives there was by no means small.

Therefore, Black Python Mountain was usually very quiet, filled only with the sounds of birds, beasts, and insects.

However, today, that tranquility was shattered.

A rumbling sound reached their ears, the essence of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and a baleful aura soared into the sky. It was clear that cultivators with no small amount of cultivation were engaged in a battle.

Soon, two streaks of light, one green and one red, appeared in the void.

The two sides chased and entangled with each other, and before long, they entered the depths of Black Python Mountain.

These were actually two Nascent Soul ancestors!

It was unknown why the two sides had come into conflict, but both were gritting their teeth, clearly intent on putting the other to death.