Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1202: Legend of Mingmin Mountain

Taixu Palace is in the northern mountains and forests, Youye Sect is in the west near the river and sea, and Changtian Gate is in the south.

While the three major sects form a tripod on the entire continent, they are also like three pillars standing tall, supporting a peaceful environment for all things in the world and protecting all living beings around them.

Normally, when something happened in the north, Taixu Palace should have been the first to deal with it nearby. Why did the news come from Changtianmen, the rival group located far away in the south?
Mu Jingjing asked.

"If the situation is really serious, Taixu Palace will not ignore it..." Shen Xiuyuan thought for a moment and guessed, "Maybe the situation is not serious and is tending to stabilize. What the ground crack exposed is just suitable for our training at this level?"

"So far away?" Mu Jingjing still didn't understand. "Isn't it said that Taixu Palace is our mortal enemy? Can they be so kind as to let us go to their territory to make trouble?"

No matter how much Taixu Palace cares about its reputation, it would not be so generous as to hand over the resources within its sphere of influence to other sects.

"I know this!" Du Xingyu said loudly, raising his hand and pulling the carriage forward quickly. "My master said at the beginning that he and Uncle Jingchen went to Taixu Palace... uh, after a friendly discussion, he asked for a chance for Brother to make up for the opportunity that was taken away from him. I guess this is the chance."

Shen Xiuyuan was stunned.

He only recently learned that his master had gone to Taixu Palace to cause a big commotion for him. He didn't expect that there was more than just a big commotion, there was actually extra compensation...

"Ah!" Du Xingyu yelled again, his voice showing weakness and flattery, "Senior Brother Ling, I'm sorry, I almost forgot that you are the other party. This... I don't have any other intentions. This, this master-disciple agreement, it won't affect our relationship, right?"

Jintong nervously pulled aside the curtain and looked at the white spot on the horse's back.

"Of course it won't affect you." Ling Yichen's warm voice was carried into the carriage by the wind, and he laughed heartily. "Even if it was a misunderstanding, I must have done something wrong. If you can benefit from this now, I will be so happy. Let's hurry up and rush to the nearest teleportation array to Mingmin Mountain."

"Senior Brother Ling is really open-minded!" Du Xingyu flattered him again, whipping him with a crisp sound and shouting, "Fight!"

Ling Yichen whipped his horse whip, rode alone, and soon ran in front of the carriage to lead the way.

Where no one could see, he clenched his teeth and his face turned ashen.

Wasn’t this opportunity that Taixu Palace gave to Shen Xiuyuan also taken away from him?

If Ling Yichen had not already established his cultivation and looked like a man with potential and ambition, Taixu Palace would have wanted to save face and was unwilling to show weakness to Changtian Sect. I'm afraid they would have handed him over to the other side for disposal.

But while he protected his shortcomings in front of Changtian Sect, in private, his nominal master took away all his property on the pretext of hindering the friendship between the two sects and violating palace rules, saying that the purpose was to make up for the sect's losses.

If the materials for the Broken Sky Sword had not been handed over at that time, Ling Yichen would not even have his own life weapon. So how did the Broken Sky Sword become such a weird appearance? It was also related to Ling Yichen's later circumstances.

It would be fine if it was just about stealing money.

As a related person, Ling Yichen was arrested and kneeled in the main hall to listen. He knew that Shen Xiuyuan's two crazy elders had indeed caused great losses to the Taixu Sect. The things he collected alone were not worth one-tenth of the sect's losses.

Even though it is understandable, resentment will still arise.

He knew that the sect's purpose in letting him sit in was to direct his hatred towards Changtian Sect.

But when Ling Yichen saw what Shen Xiuyuan's master did for him, he felt resentful, but at the same time, it was hard for him not to compare his own sect with Shen Xiuyuan's. A strange feeling of "envy" took root in his heart.

Later, Ling Yichen suffered many punishments in the name of punishment. How could he not hate Shen Xiuyuan? He had to hate Shen Xiuyuan, otherwise, where should his hatred be placed?
But after such a long time of getting along with each other by chance, the hatred in his heart faded away unknowingly.

He often thought back to the past with Shen Xiuyuan... He was jealous that Shen Xiuyuan had such a group of junior brothers and sisters who would use childish ways to seek justice for him at all costs.

Seeing Shen Xiuyuan being excluded and ignored, he was happy, but at the same time, he felt that it was not worth it for him. When his fellow apprentices gradually turned to him, he felt proud and happy, but for some reason, he had some other inexplicable emotions that made him feel awkward...

Ling Yichen felt happy as he gradually replaced Shen Xiuyuan's life. They were completely relaxed, joking and laughing... The unrestrained and even heartless way of getting along made him feel a completely different kind of group relationship. Unlike Taixu Palace, there was always a cold relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Ling Yichen unknowingly enjoyed this kind of relaxation, as if he was originally with Du Xingyu and the others, and did not have to worry about whether there would be a sudden attack from behind. However, he did not expect that it was Taixu Palace that broke his false illusion.

The recollection of this old incident indeed aroused the pain deep in his memory, and his hatred for Shen Xiuyuan once again surged into his heart.

It's an illusion! Everything is an illusion! He is just pretending!

Ling Yichen pulled the reins of the horse, feeling in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was resentment, anger, disappointment or some other emotion, which he himself didn't dare to think about.

Du Xingyu could see that something was wrong with Ling Yichen, but he smiled and didn't care.

Jin Tong also noticed that Ling Yichen's mood had changed, but he thought it was because of his own talkativeness, so he shrank his neck and acted like a quail, not daring to say a word.

In the carriage, Mu Jingjing was talking about the situation in Mingmin Mountain.

"I heard that there is nothing to the north of Mingmin Mountain. The mountain just stands there abruptly, as if blocking the two sides of the world. I also heard," Mu Jingjing said to Lin Fan with her eyes wide open, "that during the ancient war, a certain immortal used his flesh to form a mountain to protect the spirits. It is also said that the immortal's soul is not dead and has been guarding Mingmin Mountain."

"..." Lin Fan was unable to respond for a moment.

According to her original logical thinking, things like the body becoming a mountain and the soul being immortal are all nonsense.

But now, she is in a world of cultivating immortals, where people can fly at will, and she has also seen living demon cultivators with horns... It is hard to say whether these legends are true or false.

"It's the legend of the Singing Sand Fairy," Yu Sinian spread out his fan and waved it slowly, "I've heard of this rumor too. It's said that when night falls and the wind dies down, if you stand on the edge of the desert, you can hear a mysterious voice, as if there really is a fairy whispering in the sand dunes, dissuading travelers from turning back."

"Isn't it said that the area north of Mingmin Mountain is barren?" Lin Fan asked, "Why are there still people crossing the mountain and going into the desert?"

"In fact," Shen Xiuyuan explained, "although the sandy land has a harsh environment and sparse vegetation, there are still some drought-resistant plants and animals growing sporadically among the sand dunes. These things also have a certain value, so some people still take the risk to pick them."

"Besides," Mu Jingjing continued, "there must be people who are curious. Just like me, I am very curious now. Is there really nothing there? I want to see it with my own eyes. There should be many people like me, right?"

"That's right." Shen Xiuyuan nodded. "It's said that the northern desert is dangerous, but the more it's spread, the more people are curious. There are always people who get lost in the desert, some disappear, and some follow the sound of the sand back home. There is also a legend that on special days, the sand in Mingmin Mountain will make different sounds to guide lost people to find their way home. But it's not clear whether it's true or not."

Lin Fan nodded.

Mu Jingjing clapped her hands with great interest: "Then let's go back and see it with our own eyes, then we'll know, right?"

"Junior sister..." Shen Xiuyuan just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Du Xingyu's voice outside.

"Okay, okay!" He laughed and responded to Mu Jingjing, "Junior Sister Jingjing, remember to call me along! Oh, yes, and call Lin Fan along too. Since we're going there now, we have to see it for ourselves."

Shen Xiuyuan thought of Lin Fan's cultivation, Du Xingyu's spiritual roots, and the fact that he also brought a spiritual boat, so he changed his words: "Don't go alone, I'll come with you!"

Yu Sinian: "Together."

"And me, and me!" Jin Tong held up his watch and said loyally, "I must follow you brothers and sisters closely."

The lively sound drifted to the ears of Ling Yichen who was riding alone in front...

The depressed heart becomes even more upset!