Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 636: The Demon Cave at Chaos Sword Mountain
After deciding to establish his own sect, Yan Xu did not go far, because he knew very well that with the prosperity of spiritual practice in this world, suitable places would probably have been occupied long ago, and he did not like the bad ones, so in the end he chose a place nearby called Luanjian Mountain.

This mountain was originally the cave residence of an elder of the ancient sword sect. There was also a sword monument standing at the foot of the mountain. Later, the elder disappeared and no one knew whether he ascended to heaven or died. Over time, the mountain was abandoned.

It stands to reason that since this place has been chosen by the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect, it must have something unique about it. Many people think so, so there is an endless stream of people coming here to hunt for treasures.

But in fact, the mountains here are steep, with dangerous peaks and cliffs everywhere. In particular, the rocks here contain black iron, which makes the entire mountain barren and lifeless. It is really not a good place to practice.

Of course, the entire mountain is full of black iron ore, which is inestimable in value. The problem is that the content of black iron is too low, and it is mixed in the iron and stone veins, making it difficult and costly to refine and purify it. It often takes more than ten years to refine a decent magic weapon. Therefore, apart from those monks who are so poor that they have no other choice, only mortal swordsmiths are willing to stay here.

Yan Xu easily found the cave where the elder of the ancient sword sect lived. Wow, it was so hard to describe the difficulty of digging three feet into the ground. Let's put it this way, the hole that could only accommodate a finger can now fit a fist. One can imagine how hard it would be for countless later comers.

But it is no wonder that no monks are interested in this place now, because their desires cannot be satisfied.

But Yan Xu did not despise it. The big cave was convenient for him to display his strength, so he touched stones and rocks, pointed at objects and made them take shape, and with the help of the system, he materialized buildings and soon filled the cave. He felt a sense of satisfaction.

After carving a few large characters on the entrance of the cave, "Luanjian Mountain Demon Cave", Yan Xu called himself Yuanhua Zhenren, the Immortal of Hunyuan Yiqi.

This alone is not enough. We need to set up a mountain protection formation, withstand the temptations of outsiders, and then build up a reputation before it will be complete.

Yan Xu leaped up and stood on the Luanjian Mountain with his feet on the auspicious clouds. Then the electric current in his body surged and transformed into magnetic force. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed. The invisible magnetic field immediately penetrated deep into the mountain, extracting three black iron veins in the violent vibration.

As the magnetic field rotated, it attracted heavenly thunder for tempering, turning it into three balls of red molten iron, which was then integrated into runes and integrated into restrictions, and refined into three nine-meter-high iron towers. Then the Nine Palaces Flag was refined and placed according to the Nine Palaces and Three Elements positions, attracting the power of the earth's primordial magnetism and transforming it into a large innate primordial magnetic array.

After a moment, the entire mountain was covered by the formation. No matter whether it was the casual miners or the blacksmiths, they were moved outside the mountain in the blink of an eye. If they wanted to go in again, they could not set foot even once.

Considering the sudden incident just now, the cultivators present didn't know that a powerful person had occupied this mountain as a cave residence. Who would dare to offend? They kowtowed to the mountain in a hurry and left in a hurry, and then sold this first-hand information for a good price.

Soon, the news that Luanjian Mountain was occupied by a powerful person spread at a crazy speed. Many people were wondering how such a place could be favored by powerful people one after another.
Either this person discovered the inheritance left by the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect, or the other party discovered the treasure that the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect also coveted. In short, it became a consensus among everyone that there was a treasure here.

There is no way. Even if Lao Ma invests in a biogas digester, there are people who think there is great business opportunity and can make money. What's more, in this world, there are people who are scrambling to get even a piece of spiritual herb or a handful of spiritual sand.

Therefore, even though it was not even confirmed whether there was a treasure, hundreds of cultivators from all walks of life had gathered at the foot of Luanjian Mountain, and their number was still increasing.

The first ones to arrive were monks from nearby, and as the news spread, more monks would surely come.

Yan Xu was somewhat speechless. The scene of a bunch of Qi-cultivating small-timers flattering a few Foundation-building masters made him feel awkward no matter how he looked at it. At least they could produce some Golden Cores, otherwise who would he be showing off to?

Just as he was thinking this, Yan Xu sensed that someone had touched the formation. He took a quick look and saw that it was Jindan who immediately struck him with a bolt of lightning.

Looking at the smoking three-quarters-cooked Golden Core Patriarch falling from the sky, the group of cultivators who had just been complimenting each other immediately dispersed.

This was the elusive Jindan ancestor, the pillar of all the major sects, and yet he fell in front of them like that. If they looked at him for any longer, they would have a premonition that they were going to die.

Everyone can see the ugly appearance of the big boss, not to mention that the one in Luanjian Mountain is obviously the big boss among the big bosses, and it is not something that a bunch of small shrimps like them can spy on. What are they waiting for if they don’t run away quickly.

"Hang him on the sword monument for three days as a warning." Yan Xu said helplessly, not even having a suitable target to show off to, because he felt a little cheap. "Master, I'll go!" The ghost boy who was called by Yan Xu to help establish the sect was originally a restless person. Hearing this, he stepped on the Nether Fire Skull and flew to the foot of the mountain, and tied up the Jindan Patriarch who had not yet recovered.

"I have no grudge against you, so why are you forcing me? Why don't you untie the ropes and I'll leave now." The Jindan Patriarch had never suffered such a loss before, but the situation was stronger than the person, so he quickly begged for mercy.

"You've offended the master and you still want to leave? You're dreaming. You'll hang here for three days first." The ghost boy said with a smile, but he didn't expect that the other party would soften a bit after hearing that, and let him hang on the sword monument obediently, which made the fun less.

"Boring." The ghost boy muttered and flew back into the mountain. The Jindan ancestor behind him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The opponent's aura was not concealed. He was definitely a Jindan ancestor, and his cultivation was comparable to his. Therefore, although he asked for mercy, he did not beg for it.

But the other party also has a master, which is a bit scary.

Even if the master of the Jindan Patriarch is not an immortal, he must have reached the perfection of the Jindan realm. Not to mention him, even the sect cannot afford to offend him.

It's just three days of detention, so he would just consider it as a way to temper his character, and thus he simply closed his eyes and ignored it.

Wherever a Jindan ancestor is hung, he becomes the best signboard, so cultivators come and go in an endless stream.

Not to mention entering the mountain, there was not even a single person to test the waters. However, there was still one person left at the foot of the mountain. He was the one who had escaped the net and his family was destroyed, Chen Zhen.

When the ancestor of the Chen family was still alive, he could practice in peace in the Lihuo Sect with his spiritual stones and magical instruments. But the problem was that not only did the ancestor of the Chen family die, but the Chen family was also gone. So overnight, the spiritual stones were gone, the magical instruments were gone, everything was gone.

If there wasn't a manager in the Lihuo Sect who was familiar with the Chen family's ancestor, he might not have been able to get down the mountain alive.

It’s not that the Lihuo Sect is so cruel internally. It’s mainly because he is just an outer disciple who has no connections and his talent is not top-notch. But he brings so many good things with him. Isn’t this like a child carrying gold in a busy city?

If you don't take action, there are people who are willing to take action, and then everything will be gone.

It’s not that Chen Zhen hasn’t resisted or reported the matter before. The problem is that if this worked, there wouldn’t be so much injustice in the world.

But Chen Zhen was still unwilling to give up. He had lost too much, so after hearing that there was a powerful person in Luanjian Mountain, he immediately came to become his disciple. As for whether he could succeed, he no longer thought about it.

The problem is that this is not the ancient times, and accepting disciples depends on chance and character.

If you want to become an apprentice now, you will first do menial work for a few years, and then enter the outer sect to practice and lay the foundation. Once you have achieved success in your practice and passed the assessment, and demonstrated your potential and value, an elder will come to accept you as a disciple.

In fact, it is almost the same as studying for a doctorate. How can you achieve results without working like a slave?

Therefore, the story of kneeling in front of the mountain gate for three days and three nights, and finally moving the master and becoming his disciple, will not even appear in the stories of mortals. If Chen Zhen had no other choice, he would not have done so.

(End of this chapter)