Sword momentum

This is Falling Stream Mountain.

Qinlan City, Fang Zelin had already climbed Falling Stream Mountain early in the morning.

The most famous view on the mountain is a ravine that plunges straight down in front of you.

From a distance, Falling Stream Mountain looks as if it has been split in two by a sword.

Fang Zelin looked on with curiosity; the more he Falling Stream Mountain, the more it seemed to have been cleaved in two by a sword.

However, this entire mountain peak is dozens of kilometers long, and when I climbed up, I felt that the mountain stream was too straight.

After seeing it now, this thought involuntarily welled up in my mind.

"This is Falling Stream Mountain!"

As Fang Zelin was gazing at the mountain peak, a sound suddenly reached his ears.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin turned around and saw a group of people dressed in long robes, looking like scholars, who had also arrived at the place.

Among the crowd were several women who looked like ladies from wealthy families.

Several women held round fans, their hair adorned with jade hairpins, and they wore light smoky green leaf skirts and emerald green gauze tops.

Their clothes were somewhat similar, but their makeup was quite different; the woman in the lead had willow-leaf eyebrows and red lips.

The woman on the right has smoky eyebrows and trapezoidal lips, which accentuate her full, pearly lips, making her appear extremely dignified.

Behind them stood a woman with butterfly lips painted in the style of Tang Dynasty makeup, and a touch of blush on her cheeks, which gave her a unique charm.

Fang Zelin glanced around and carefully observed the group of people behind him.

After reading it, Fang Zelin withdrew his gaze and was about to continue looking at Falling Stream Mountain in front of him.

However, the next moment, the words of someone behind him piqued Fang Zelin's curiosity.

"This Falling Stream Mountain has a very straight valley below, as if it were carved by a knife and axe. The cliffs on both sides of the valley are smooth and barren of vegetation. It is truly a wonder of Qinlan City!"

The scholar, wearing a turban, looked at Falling Stream Mountain in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Upon hearing this, Song Zheli, a friend standing nearby, clapped his hands and laughed, "You may not know this, but there's a legend about Falling Stream Mountain. It's said that a sword fell from the sky and cleaved this place in two, which is why Falling Stream Mountain has such a magnificent, otherworldly appearance."

"Um?"

Fang Zelin had already felt that the place looked as if it had been cleaved in two by a sword, and now, hearing this, he became even more interested.

These days, he's extremely interested in all sorts of rumors.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qijie was immediately surprised, looking at Falling Stream Mountain ahead.

That does indeed have some merit.

"Well, these are all just rumors. I'm just telling you guys about it as a strange story."

Seeing that the other party seemed to believe him somewhat, Song Zheli quickly offered an explanation.

Such legends are inherently fictitious and should not be taken as fact.

After saying that, he prepared to continue walking forward, leading the others to explore Falling Stream Mountain.

Fang Zelin, however, became interested and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Brother, could you please tell me more about the rumors I just heard?"

"I'm new to Qinlan City, and I'm quite curious about these rumors."

Fang Zelin's sudden words startled the group of people for a moment, and they quickly bowed in return.

After Song Zheli finished bowing, he looked Fang Zelin up and down and noticed that Fang Zelin was dressed in a simple upper and lower garment with a wide-sleeved outer robe, and his every move exuded an air of otherworldly refinement.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be a scholar.

"I've only heard about this rumor from my elders, but it's a very old story, and in my opinion, it's probably just a fabrication."

Song Zheli first offered an explanation, and then reminded everyone again that the matter was likely fabricated and should not be taken as true.

He then continued, "As for this rumor, it's from a very long time ago; it's said to have happened during the Great Han Dynasty."

"The Great Han? Wasn't that an ancient dynasty from the State of Wei?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He knew about this dynasty, after all, it wasn't when he first entered this place, and he had gained a lot of knowledge about previous dynasties.

For example, the current dynasty is the Great Jin, before which was the State of Wei, and before the State of Wei were the Great Zhou and the Great Xia.

And ahead of that was the Great Han Dynasty.

This rough calculation shows that it has been more than 500 years since then.

"That's right, it was Great Han Dynasty at that time. This story has been passed down from generation to generation by the elders in Qinlan City. It is said to have taken place in the 18th year of the Guanghan era of the Great Han Dynasty."

The exact time is unknown, but it is known that after nightfall, a tremendous muffled sound rang out Qinlan City, followed by a violent earthquake and the sound of countless rocks exploding.

Some people saw a sword light come from the sky at night and slash into the mountain.

The next day, at the sound of a rooster's crow, some people mustered the courage to go out and investigate. They saw that Falling Stream Mountain had been split in two, the cliff face smooth as a mirror.

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin felt his heart surge with emotion.

If this is true, then it means that a cultivator descended from the heavens with a single sword strike.

Then came the devastating force that cleaved through the air for tens of kilometers.

If it's true, then his path of cultivation will be long and uncertain, but it also makes people look forward to it immensely.

Thank you, brother!

Fang Zelin thanked the other party after hearing this.

Seeing this, Song Zheli quickly said, "It's just a small matter, you're too kind."

After a moment's thought, he extended an invitation, "We have also come here to admire Falling Stream Mountain. If you don't mind, would you like to join us for a stroll and enjoy the scenery?"

Fang Zelin readily agreed upon hearing this.

I'm not very familiar with this place to begin with, and if I go with them, I might hear some rumors.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin immediately introduced himself, "I am Fang Zelin, and I greet you all."

"My name is Song Zheli, greetings, Brother Fang!"

"My name is Yang Qijie. I greet you, Brother Fang."

"I am..."

After everyone introduced themselves, they were considered to know each other.

Song Zheli was very familiar with this place. He led everyone forward for a while and they arrived at a secluded path.

After everyone saw the path, they turned around and laughed, "This path is known to very few. Going down from here will reveal a completely different view."

Having said that, he led the way down.

Fang Zelin followed at the very back, and as they walked down the path, they soon found themselves between the cliffs.

Fang Zelin reached out and touched the cliff face beside him; from there, he could just see the smooth cliff face ahead.

"I don't seem to feel anything."

Fang Zelin felt his Spiritual Power surging, but he didn't sense anything particularly unusual.

After a slight hesitation, Fang Zelin tried to activate the Supreme Sensitivity to sense the power of this place.