Xiuxian: I use magnetic fields to prove my truth

Chapter 251 Suppression
When it comes to cultivating immortality, Zhou Qing has always strived to do his best.

The ultimate goal is to achieve perfection in every aspect.

This is partly to eliminate any hidden dangers so that he can reach a higher level, and partly to maximize his potential so that he can have greater power in the future to deal with those powerful forces that he has not actually come into contact with but is certain to exist.

That's why he insisted on forging the strongest Dao heart during his travels.

To achieve this goal, he needs to challenge the most accomplished people in the entire western continent and face the pressure of the Dharma propagation center. On the other hand, he also needs to see more of people's hearts.

Only by seeing both heaven and earth and all living beings can one achieve a broad and profound state of mind.

Vast and boundless heavens.

Bo Hou Pei Di.

Ancient and boundless.

This is the state of being he wants to achieve.

If he is always seen as superior by others, he cannot truly see people's hearts.

So he wasn't just putting on airs; he genuinely wanted to be on equal footing with these people.

Unfortunately, reality often does not change according to one's will.

The level he has reached and the position he occupies now exert a strong sense of oppression on people, which is not something he can eliminate simply by wanting to.

After chatting with Xiao Xiao and the others for a while, Zhou Qing returned to his room.

The next morning, Zhou Qing went to Chongshui Sect for a banquet.

As a distinguished guest of the Chongshui Sect, he naturally does not need to abide by the no-fly rule.

He flew directly to the central island of Chongxuan Lake, a crucial location for the Chongshui Sect, where the sect's ancestral hall, scripture repository, and the residence of the sect leader are all situated.

Tianyi Pavilion, which is used to entertain the most distinguished guests, is also located here.

At this time, the sect leader of Chongshui Sect, the Three Mysterious Immortals, as well as all the sect leaders and elders, had arrived.

Outside Tianyi Pavilion was a long welcoming line, all of whom were the most outstanding new disciples of Chongshui Sect, with Chen Xiao standing at the very front.

Chen Xiao was flanked by several of his friends.

They remained resentful and indignant that the sect leader and others had decided to invite Zhou Qing instead of turning against him.

"Senior brother, is that guy really that strong? Even the sect leader isn't his match?"

A disciple behind Chen Xiao asked.

Chen Xiao pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "It seems so, but I don't understand the plot of their battle in the clouds."

The disciple snorted and said, "Could it be that that guy used some dirty tricks to assassinate the sect leader? How about we give him a taste of his own medicine later?"

The disciples immediately cheered.

For a prestigious Golden Core sect to be attacked and its sect leader defeated in front of all cultivators is an utter disgrace, enough to shame its disciples a hundred years from now.

They simply couldn't stand it.

Seeing the disciples' eager expressions, Chen Xiao said in a deep voice, "Don't be silly!"

"In a battle between Golden Core cultivators, a few dirty tricks can actually decide the outcome. Your words are not protecting the Sect Leader, but rather insulting him!"

"He was personally invited by the sect leader, so we should treat him with courtesy and not lose the dignity of our great sect."

"Yes!"

The disciples responded in unison, but their voices were weak and feeble, clearly indicating that they were not convinced.

A short while later, a dark figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the welcoming procession.

Chen Xiao immediately led his disciples forward and said, "The sect leader and the elders are already waiting at Tianyi Pavilion. Brother Zhou, please come to the banquet."

Zhou Qing had a good impression of Chen Xiao, and smiled at him upon hearing this, then prepared to enter Tianyi Pavilion. Before he could take a step, a disciple with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a dignified air, stepped out from behind Chen Xiao and said, "Wait!"

Chen Xiao frowned and said, "Gan Ning, you mustn't be rude!"

The disciple named Gan Ning laughed and said, "Senior brother, how could I dare to be disrespectful to the sect leader's distinguished guest?"

“Brother Zhou is a distinguished guest of our Chongshui Sect. How can you enter Tianyi Pavilion so casually? Wouldn’t that be disrespectful to our guest?”

Zhou Qing smiled with great interest: "Does your clan perhaps have another ceremony?"

Gan Ning said, "A distinguished guest like Brother Zhou should cross Sword Mountain and go all the way to the top of Tianyi Pavilion."

The disciples' eyes lit up, and they all understood what Gan Xin meant. So they shouted, "That's right, Cross Sword Mountain!"

Zhou Qing smiled and said with his hands behind his back, "It is quite unique for your sect to entertain guests with Sword Mountain. In that case, please invite Sword Mountain over."

Gan Ning shouted, and all his disciples responded.

They released their refined flying swords, which were suspended in the air and formed a floating staircase from low to high, all the way to the third floor of the Tianyi Pavilion. This is what is known as the Sword Mountain.

This floating ladder was made from the flying swords of cultivators, and naturally contained their respective sword energy.

Those who climb Sword Mountain will be injured if they cannot suppress the sword energy of these people.

Although Gan Ning and the others were unconvinced, they understood that since Zhou Qing could fight against the sect leader, he must have the strength of a Golden Core cultivator.

They didn't expect to actually hurt Zhou Qing, but as long as they could make Zhou Qing look a little disheveled, such as when he was climbing Sword Mountain and his body was slightly unsteady or he staggered, it would be enough for them to save face.

Once the sword mountain was erected, all the disciples looked towards Chen Xiao.

He's the only one who hasn't released his flying sword yet.

Chen Xiao certainly had a competitive spirit, but he was restrained by etiquette and had various concerns.

Now that Gan Ning has found a plausible excuse, and with all his fellow disciples united, he naturally will not back down.

So Chen Xiao also released his flying sword as the top step of the floating ladder, and then he said in a deep voice, "Brother Zhou, please ascend Sword Mountain!"

Zhou Qing remained standing with his hands behind his back, calmly gazing at the sword mountain before him.

Dozens of flying swords were lined up in a row, their tips trembling and their sword energy crisscrossing.

This is the last pride of the young disciples of Chongshui Sect.

He needs to step over this to truly subdue the Chongshui Sect.

Never before in history has such a thing happened: a young disciple from one sect gathering all his strength to challenge a young disciple from another sect.

Chongshuizong didn't realize there was anything wrong with him ganging up on the weak, and Zhou Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with it either.

Both sides tacitly agreed that the standards applied to Zhou Qing were different from those applied to other young geniuses.

Zhou Qing smiled nonchalantly and strode towards Sword Mountain.

He stepped onto the first flying sword.

The owner of the flying sword was a round-faced, somewhat chubby cultivator. He usually had a comical appearance and often greeted people with a smile, but at this moment, he looked serious and showed no sign of relaxation.

When Zhou Qing stepped onto his flying sword, he used all his strength to control the sword, trying to flip Zhou Qing off.

But then he discovered that it was as if an invisible force was firmly binding his flying sword.

At this moment, the flying sword was no longer under his control.

Zhou Qing stepped onto the flying sword as if walking on flat ground, and ascended to a higher place.

Before he could even advance a level, a young prodigy from the Chongshui Sect looked grave, then turned deathly pale, and finally stood there dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)