After hearing this, you could not help feeling somewhat speechless. Had Little Green Peak failed to bury its ancestors properly?
Why did they keep wanting to massacre their own entire sect at the drop of a hat—and right within their own mountain gate, no less!
On further thought, it was hardly surprising. A mad Patriarch Dixiang paired with a former peak master who had slaughtered his own sect; the extreme vigilance with which Mount Fangcun's seventeen branches guarded against Little Green Peak was three parts more cautious than their guard against Demon Sect fiends.
Without danger, Little Green Peak itself was the greatest danger.
According to the Great Origin One-Yang Sword, that Patriarch Dixiang had indeed been a peerless genius. He had actually cultivated the two supreme arts, "Repelling Sword" and "Devouring Sword," to perfection, while also possessing cultivation at the Great Dao Golden Core's full completion.
With both swords unleashed at once, you could not help mourning for Mount Fangcun's forebears of that generation. When they reincarnated in their next lives, they had better remember to steer clear of this mountain.
But precisely because of that, the fact that Mount Fangcun still existed today showed just how many enemies those two had left behind for Little Green Peak.
If the current peak master had not been reasonably capable, Little Green Peak's name would likely have vanished from the cultivation world long ago.
You also understood Elder Nian's meaning. It seemed better not to reveal this sword.
Today's events shook Mount Fangcun, and joy gleamed in the eyes of all Little Green Peak's disciples.
Who would have thought that their own mountain gate concealed such a world-shocking senior expert?
Your days, however, remained as they had always been: cultivating, then running between two places—the Library Pavilion and elsewhere.
Cold came