Fang Mu Heads to the Cloud Mist Sect

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

News of the Great King Thousand Feet's demise spread quickly.

After looting the Namo Temple Namo Temple, the five Demon King did not continue searching for its remaining parts.

Du'e, disguised and traveling with seven disciples from Namo Temple, passed by a tavern and overheard the Demon Cultivator inside discussing the news that the Great King Thousand Feet had been killed by a Golden Wing eagle. He froze on the spot.

"Uncle-Master, do you think this news is true?"

Kongwen looked at his Martial Uncle Du'e, who was still in a daze, and asked him a question subconsciously.

Du'e shook his head. "We'll find out once we go in and investigate."

"Good."

Kongwen and the others heard the news of the Great King Thousand Feet's demise, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Although they haven't encountered any trouble these past few days, they've been extremely cautious along the way.

Upon entering the tavern, every table of monks was discussing the fall of the Great King Thousand Feet.

"Do you think the one who suppressed the Great King Thousand Feet was a Great Sage or a great Great Sage?"

"Naturally, it's Great Sage. There are only a handful of Great Sage in the Southern Wilds, and they have no connection with the Namo Temple. How could they possibly suppress the Great King Thousand Feet, Half-Step Great Sage?"

"It's strange, the Golden Wing Eagle clan doesn't have Great Sage in charge. Could it be that the Great Sage isn't from the Myriad Demon Mountain?"

"..."

Du'e listened to the discussions, a powerful figure flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

"I know who suppressed the Great King Thousand Feet."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators in the tavern turned their gazes to Du'e.

Kongwen subconsciously asked, "Uncle-Master, could you tell us the name of that Great Sage?"

Du'e shook his head. "I don't know the name of that Great Sage either. I only know that he comes from the Holy Land, and he has another Great Sage by his side, whose strength is even greater than that of the Great Sage Golden Wing."

He spoke softly, but everyone around him pricked up their ears and heard him clearly.

After hearing this, everyone gasped in shock: Hiss...

A passerby murmured, "Two Great Sage from holy lands have personally come to the Southern Wilds. Could something major be happening?"

"It seems things are not peaceful in the Southern Wilds."

"..."

Du'e didn't continue speaking and began to think about what to do next.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng and his group, who were the subject of much discussion, were continuing their journey south in a carriage.

Their final destination was Qingqiu in the Myriad Demon Mountain, a long journey that would take them through several demon kingdoms.

But what Du'e said in the tavern that day spread throughout Myriad Demon Mountain in an instant.

Upon learning this news, the various Demon King strictly ordered their subordinates not to cause trouble. If anyone offended the two great Great Sage, the Demon King would personally deliver their heads to the two Great Sage.

Once the orders from the various Demon King were issued, no cultivator with any powerful background dared to flaunt their power outside.

Chu Feng didn't encounter anything interesting along the way.

While they leisurely traveled south, Fang Mu, far away in Great Abyss, also followed Princess Qinghe north to the Cloud Mist Sect.

Half a month ago, Fang Mu passed the test of the Prince's Mansion and obtained the qualification to join the Cloud Mist Sect along with Princess Qinghe.

Several days later.

Princess Qinghe arrived at a mansion in Cloud Mist City with a group of servants.

"Stop!"

Princess Qinghe's cool voice came from inside the carriage.

Fang Mu and the others stopped in their tracks and stood respectfully beside the carriage.

A beautiful young woman, dressed in splendid robes and exuding elegance, stepped down from the carriage. She glanced at the crowd and said calmly:

"Tomorrow we will be heading to the Cloud Mist Sect. Before we enter, I must remind you of a few things, which you must remember well. If anything goes wrong, this princess will not plead for you."

"We respectfully await the Princess's instructions."

Everyone responded respectfully in unison.

Princess Qinghe slowly began, "First, everyone who joins the Cloud Mist Sect must abide by the sect rules; second..."

Finally, and most importantly, never clash with any members of the Song Clan Song Clan. If you do, I cannot protect you.

We will heed the instructions of the county bishop.

Everyone said in unison, "Everyone from the Yunlan Song Clan present has heard of it."

The Song Clan's darling daughter is the Daoist partner of Unrivaled Tyrant Fist Cao Youqian, one of the two prodigies of the Dao-Seeking Academy. Behind Heavenly Genius Cao are two top figures of the Dao-Seeking Academy, one of whom is a Half-Saint.

The Song Clan's status in the Cloud Mist Sect also rose accordingly. Everyone wasn't stupid; they were too busy trying to curry favor with the Song Clan members to risk offending them.

Princess Qinghe said calmly, "From now on, don't call me Princess anymore. Just call me Senior Sister."

"Promise."

Princess Qinghe nodded slightly upon hearing this. "Go and rest, all of you. I will take you up the mountain tomorrow."

After everyone took their leave, they returned to their own rooms.

Fang Mu shared a room with a guard Fang Clan the Fang Er. When he arrived in Cloud Mist City, he didn't have many expectations.

Fang Mu's only thought now is to comprehend the Lesser Fate Technique that his master taught him, and then leave the Cloud Mist Sect to become a disciple of his master.

"Little Mu, you don't seem very happy. Once we join the Cloud Mist Sect, we can get rid of our slave status."

Fang Er said with a smile.

"Brother Er, I'm just a little nervous," Fang Mu replied politely.

Fang Er said nonchalantly, "What's there to be nervous about? With the princess's help, even if we don't do well, we can still become menial disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect. After a few years in the Cloud Mist Sect, we can reach the Dao Foundation Realm. Even if we can't stay in the Cloud Mist Sect, we can go down the mountain, buy dozens of acres of fertile land, find a marriage partner, and live a comfortable life."

"Brother Er, don't you want to become an outer disciple?" Fang Mu asked subconsciously.

Fang Er laughed and said, "Becoming an outer disciple isn't that easy. We don't have any special skills, and we're just average-looking."

"A special skill."

Fang Mu's eyes lit up. He was an ambitious man, Cloud Mist Sect was just a stepping stone in his eyes. However, he did not want to live a mediocre life in the Cloud Mist Sect.

It seems I'll have to prove myself in tomorrow's assessment.

In the past six months, his alchemy skills have also improved considerably, and he is now able to refine mid-grade Body Tempering Pill.

The next morning, Princess Qinghe led a group of servants to the Cloud Mist Sect.

When the group arrived at the mountain gate, it was already packed with people. Today was the Cloud Mist Sect's disciple recruitment ceremony, and disciples from many other factions were already waiting here.

Princess Qinghe was originally a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, and Great Abyss also held a high position within the Cloud Mist Sect.

The group made their way through the crowd and arrived at an assessment point.

The elder in charge of the assessment greeted Princess Qinghe with a smile, saying, "Junior Nephew Linglong, you've arrived."

Fang Linglong bowed slightly to the elder. "Linglong greets Senior Martial Uncle Chen, thank you for your trouble."

It's alright.

Elder Chen winked at the disciple beside him as he spoke.

The disciple then stepped forward and said to Fang Mu group, "Line up and register for the assessment one by one."

"Yes."

The crowd then lined up according to their status in the Fang family, with Fang Mu naturally at the very back.

"Fang Yuan, nineteen years old, Body Tempering Seventh Layer, below-average physical aptitude, no bloodline awakening, suitable for menial tasks."

"..."