The three of them passed a cliffside terrace and saw several oddly shaped Demon Clan cultivators competing in spellcraft, seemingly trying to determine whose transformation technique was stronger.
When they passed a pavilion, they came upon two people competing in Talisman Arts. Though the battle was fierce, both wore smiles, clearly enjoying themselves immensely.
"Is this how your sect usually cultivates?" Fu Donglai could not help asking.
"Not exactly. Normally, elders teach the disciples under their charge and guide their cultivation practice. Occasionally, the Patriarchs also come out to lecture on the scriptures, and everyone gathers together to discuss the Dao and listen to the teachings. Only during their leisure time do they compete in spellcraft with their fellow disciples. Everyone understands the limits and stops at the proper point, which instead greatly benefits their cultivation," the young Daoist boy explained.
Fu Donglai listened, his heart filled with emotion.
Back at Lion Camel Ridge, even sparring between fellow disciples often involved no restraint at all, becoming life-and-death struggles. How could it compare with Fangcun Mountain's harmonious atmosphere?
Shen Luo found it quite interesting as well, thinking to himself, Only a sect as unconventional as this could produce a disciple with Sun Wukong's bearing...
The group continued onward at a brisk pace. At several forks in the road, Shen Luo was even able to rely on his memories to find the correct direction, leaving the Daoist boy guiding them rather surprised. He mistakenly believed Shen Luo had visited Fangcun Mountain before.
When he asked about it, Shen Luo merely smiled and denied it without offering further explanation.
Before long, after traveling onward, the three arrived at the summit of a mountain peak.
Vegetation was sparse atop the mountain, where a naturally formed open space held a simply styled thatched cottage.
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