While Zhou Qi was drilling a hole to look for Concentration Spirit Stone, deep in the Primordial Immortal Sect, a solitary peak rose from the ground, piercing through a thousand layers of clouds.
The whole body of the peak was pitch black, with no vegetation or birds. Only the sharp sword intent penetrated from the depths of the mountain, tearing the clouds for miles around into pieces.
Heavenly Sword Peak.
Primordial Immortal Sect Among the six peaks, it is the one with the strongest combat power, the most murderous intent, and the least humane one.
At the top of the peak, a quaint courtyard stood alone on the edge of the cliff, isolated from the world.
The yard is not big, with gray bricks and gray tiles, and no decoration.
The courtyard wall is low, and you can even see the sea of clouds rolling in the distance outside the wall when you stand in the courtyard.
There are no flowers, no grass, and no green plants, which is in sharp contrast to the lush scenery of other mountain peaks.
The only view in the entire courtyard is a Stone Sword inserted upside down in the middle of the stone platform.
The sword body is mottled and old, and the blade is covered with dense cracks. Each pattern is a trace left by years of fierce battles, and the vicissitudes of life are sharp.
The courtyard was eerily silent at this time, not even a sound of insects or birds was heard.
The closer you get to the central stone chamber, the thicker the killing aura becomes, like countless invisible blades hanging in the air, forcibly forcing back all living creatures for miles around.
Birds didn't dare to fly by, insects didn't dare to chirp, and even the wind consciously avoided it when it came outside the courtyard wall.
Inside the stone room, there was silence.
On the stone bed, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged and quietly, his eyes slightly closed.
He was wearing a crisp gray robe, his long hair was tied back casually, with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his forehead.
His face is sharp and angular, his brows are high, his nose is as sharp as a knife, and his thin lips are slightly pursed. Even when he closes his eyes and adjusts his breathing, there is a coldness between his brows that is alien to others.
His breathing was very light and slow, and the rise and fall of his chest between breaths was almost indiscernible.
But around him, the invisible sword intention was slowly flowing, cutting the air in the stone chamber into countless fine airflows, making a subtle "chichi" sound.
The stone bed was densely covered with sword marks.
Fu Linyuan.
Peak Master of Heavenly Sword Peak, Great Completion of the Integration Realm Dao Lord, Primordial Immortal Sect The most powerful person besides the sect leader and the Supreme Elder.
He has been meditating here for nearly half a month.
At this time, his eyelids moved slightly and his eyelashes trembled.
A very faint smile appeared on his lips and he quickly suppressed it, returning to a cold and indifferent tone.
The next moment, a sound passed through the void for dozens of miles and went straight to Heavenly Sword Peak Mountain Gate.
At this time, at the entrance stone gate of Heavenly Sword Peak, two disciples guarding the peak were chatting boredly.
Suddenly, a thunderous sound exploded into the Sea of Consciousness of one of the disciples.
The disciple guarding the peak froze, as if he had been hit in the head by something, and he froze on the spot.
"Senior brother? Senior brother!" The young disciple next to him pushed him, "What's wrong with you?"
The disciple suddenly came back to his senses, ignored others, took a deep breath, turned around and bowed respectfully towards the top of the mountain, and then straightened up.
When the other disciple saw this, he immediately realized something and hurriedly turned around and bowed as well.
After paying homage, another person turned around and asked, "Is it Peak Master? What did I tell you?"
"Peak Master said, Peak Master Wen from Xuanye Peak will be here soon, just let him in."
When the young disciple heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he came over and lowered his voice:
"Xuanye Peak? Tsk tsk, let me tell you, apart from the supreme elders of the sect, the only ones who can make Peak Master take the initiative to speak are Xuanye Peak's Peak Master Wen."
"That's right." The older disciple shook his head, with some emotion in his tone.
"You don't know that last time Myriad Dao Peak's Liu Peak Master came, Peak Master didn't even show his face. He was made to wait outside the mountain gate for half an hour, and finally he walked away in despair."
"Hey, why do you think Peak Master is so polite to Xuanye Peak?"
"You're not being polite." The older disciple thought for a while, carefully choosing his words.
"You must be too familiar! I heard that the two Peak Master entered the sect in the same batch. It seems that they are both from small forces."
The young disciple nodded thoughtfully and asked no more questions.
In less than a stick of incense, a giant snow-white crane emerged from the clouds at the end of the sky.
On the back of the crane, a chubby old man with a white beard sits cross-legged, his round belly holding up his loose gray robe, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist, swaying gently as it flies, looking casual and free.
Wen Ruhe.
Xuanye Peak Master, Primordial Immortal Sect is famous for his alchemy and weapon refining skills. Although his cultivation is not as good as Fu Linyuan, his status in the sect is not low at all.
The white crane landed in front of Heavenly Sword Peak mountain gate, and Wen Ruhe slid off the crane's back with a smile.
"I've seen Peak Master Wen." The two disciples guarding the peak bowed in unison.
Wen Ruhe waved his hand and said with a smile, "Are you Peak Master here?"
"Yes." The older disciple led the way sideways, "Peak Master gave the order. When Peak Master Wen comes, just go in."
Wen Ruhe nodded, walked in, took two steps and then stopped, looking back at the white crane:
"Go and play, don't run too far."
The white crane chirped softly, fluttering its wings and flying into the sea of clouds.
Wen Ruhe withdrew his gaze and walked up the bluestone steps leisurely.
The mountain road at Heavenly Sword Peak is steep and the steps are covered with dust. Obviously few people walk on it.
Deep sword marks can be seen everywhere on the rock walls on both sides.
Some were left by Sword Qi, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror; some were pierced by the tip of a sword, and the holes were round and regular.
Wen Ruhe walked and looked all the way, shaking his head from time to time and muttering, "This old guy still doesn't care about things so much..."
At the top of the peak, the courtyard gate is ajar.
Wen Ruhe The moment he pushed the door open, the murderous intention that filled the air suddenly became several times stronger, like invisible blades coming from all directions.
Wen Ruhe kept walking, just waving his hand.
A pale golden aura swayed from his sleeve, blocking out the killing intent.
The spiritual light collided with the murderous intention, making a subtle "chichi" sound, like water dripping on a red-hot iron plate.
"Every time I come to your place, it's like walking into a slaughterhouse." Wen Ruhe shook his head, his voice echoing in the empty yard.
"Can't you just restrain yourself?"
The door of the stone chamber opened.
Fu Linyuan came out and stood on the porch with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the fat old man in the yard.
His eyes were indifferent and his voice was indifferent. "What are you doing here?"
Wen Ruhe was not annoyed. He walked to the Stone Sword that was stuck upside down in the center of the courtyard with a smile, and reached out to touch the cracks on the sword:
"Tsk, tsk, it's cracked again? You still can't change your temper after hundreds of years."
Fu Linyuan did not answer the call.
Wen Ruhe took back his hand, turned around, looked at the middle-aged man who was as cold as a sword in the corridor, and the smile on his face faded.
"Let's get down to business. I came to you to ask you to take on a disciple."
Fu Linyuan's brows moved slightly.
"Not accepted." Two words, crisp and clear.
Wen Ruhe seemed to have expected this answer, so he was not in a hurry. He walked slowly to the stone bench in the corner of the courtyard and sat down. He took off the wine gourd from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and took a sip.
"Why don't you ask who it is?"
"No matter who it is." Fu Linyuan's tone left no room for negotiation, "I, Fu Linyuan's apprentice, how can you accept me as you ask me to accept you?!"
"The sect leader doesn't even have the face!"