Shi Feiyang knew the demonic sword was doing everything it could to conceal its whereabouts and deceive him. He likewise cast a spell, using another person as his stand-in to draw the sword's attention while his true self concealed his movements to keep it from sensing him, arriving at Yellow Mountain a step ahead.
The best way to hide his movements was not to turn invisible and sneak about, but to blend into the rolling tide of the mortal world and become just another face in the crowd.
His magical power was now considerable. His essence, qi, and spirit had fused into one within him, and his nascent soul had formed. Even an ordinary person could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.
Moreover, his immortal robes were woven from the finest merfolk silk from overseas. A luminous sheen rippled across their surface in the sunlight, shimmering with color. The moment he entered the human world, people would gather to stare.
Seeing how many martial artists were coming to Yellow Mountain, Shi Feiyang acquired a brocade robe of the sort a wealthy mortal merchant would wear, along with an ordinary sword. He summoned fire at his fingertips to melt Jin and silver, plated the hilt and scabbard with them, then inlaid them with pearls and gemstones.
One look at him was enough to tell that he was a pampered young master. Passing himself off as a seasoned wanderer of the martial world was unrealistic. Making himself into a rich wastrel who liked practicing martial arts and showing off would be far more convincing.
He drew his essence qi inward, hiding every trace of radiance from outward view, then mingled with the people heading up the mountain.
The bustling crowd streamed toward Yellow Mountain along the main road. Among them