The sea of clouds over Yellow Mountain was a wonder unmatched beneath heaven. By noon, as the sunlight grew fiercer, the clouds did not thin but instead thickened, vast expanses floating in the air, churning and surging with the tumult of a real ocean.
Heavenly Capital Peak was already packed with people, all peering down the mountain path. "It's noon already. Why hasn't that Young Master Tao arrived?"
The crowd began to murmur. "Could he have deliberately spread false news to make fools of us?"
"He wouldn't dare! Tao Jun is nothing but the spoiled son of a wealthy landowner in Nanchang. Unless he has a death wish, he wouldn't dare toy with so many heroes of the martial world!"
As everyone argued, a man of the martial world with a sallow face suddenly climbed to the highest spot, took off his hat, and peeled the clay disguise from his face, revealing young, handsome features.
"Everyone! Stop looking. Tao Jun is here!"
Afraid that martial artists might seize his treasured sword on the road before he arrived, Tao Jun had disguised himself and slipped up the mountain among the crowd.
He had dressed as a weather-beaten man in his fifties, with a treasured sword strapped to his back. On an occasion like this, such an appearance was so ordinary that no one would spare him a glance in the crowd.
Understanding dawned on everyone, and they crowded around him. "Where's the Immortal-Slaying Treasure Sword?"
No one cared who Young Master Tao was. They only cared whether the Immortal-Slaying Sword was genuine.
Tao Jun drew the treasured sword from his back. The Immortal-Slaying Sword had originally had no scabbard, so he had made one from a wooden shell wrapped in iron and disguised its hilt as well. Now he removed the