Black-Robed, Masked Figure Climbs the Mountain and Tears Down the Azure Cloud Sect's Gate

When Su Yueli reached the mountain gate and the hundred-zhang archway built from ten-thousand-year-old agarwood, the dozen or so disciples guarding the entrance finally noticed their uninvited guest.

Every one of these disciples was an elite of the Azure Cloud Sect.

They were young, yet their cultivation had already reached the Sixth or Seventh Realm. Each held their head high, their brows openly stamped with condescension.

The leading Seventh Realm core disciple pressed a hand to the flying sword at his waist, strode forward, and demanded with a frown:

"Who are you? Today is our young sect master's centennial advancement ceremony. Every guest here is a distinguished figure from an immortal sect."

"You hide your face, and there isn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power about you. Do you have an invitation from the Azure Cloud Sect?"

The other disciples crowded around too, their expressions hostile.

As far as they were concerned, this masked figure in black had not a ripple of magic power. Either this was some addlebrained mortal martial artist, or a blind Rogue Cultivator here to cause trouble.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Take off your mask and show us your invitation, or we'll cripple your legs and throw you into the Ten-Thousand Serpent Valley to feed the snakes!" another Sixth Realm disciple snapped impatiently, his face vicious.

Su Yueli paused on the white jade steps.

Beneath her mask, not a ripple stirred in her ink-black eyes.

She looked at these arrogant Azure Cloud Sect disciples, who regarded even mortals as filthy livestock, and found them faintly amusing.

The finest sect in Great Li, and this is all its disciples can come up with. The same few lines of drivel.

Su Yueli's thoughts remained calm.

She had no interest in wasting words on a pack