Mountain-Calming Peak, clouds surged like a rolling sea.
This was the center of power in the First Saint Sect.
Ye Xingchen clutched that pitch-black "Origin Heaven Token" in his hand and swaggered straight toward the main hall.
"Stop!"
Two mountain-guarding disciples drew their longswords, cold light flashing.
Ye Xingchen did not even raise his eyelids, his steps never slowing.
"Disciple Ye Xingchen."
"I have a matter to report to the Sect Leader."
The two disciples froze for a moment.
Ye Xingchen?
That freak who had just cleared the ninth level of the trial?
A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow.
Their sword tips instantly returned to their sheaths, and their icy faces turned into sunflowers in a heartbeat.
"So it's Senior Brother Ye! The Sect Leader is in the main hall. Please, please!"
Ye Xingchen snorted through his nostrils and swaggered over the threshold.
Now this was status.
The hall was resplendent in gold and jade, its lofty dome hanging high overhead.
Qin Feng sat cross-legged atop a raised platform, his eyes half-closed as Dao rhythms flowed around him, making him seem like a deity.
The dim light that had swept Ye Xingchen away still kept his heart from settling.
"Disciple Ye Xingchen greets the Sect Leader."
Ye Xingchen casually cupped his hands.
Facing a major figure at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, someone standing at the summit of the cultivation world—saying he was not nervous would have been a lie.
If the token that crazy old man had given him failed to work, he would probably be slapped into the wall by the Sect Leader today, too embedded to scrape out.
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Ye Xingchen as though it had substance.
"The one in the forbidden grounds... let you