Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 62 Cloud-Covered Peak (Seeking first subscription~)

Outside Lingxi Lane, red leaves and wild forests.

A group of cultivators were already waiting there; some were talking amongst themselves, while others were resting with their eyes closed.

The man in the middle wore an exquisite bronze mask, and the crowd seemed to regard him as their leader.

Song Yan and two others arrived.
The people who had been keeping their eyes closed all opened them.

"Everyone is here."

One of them spoke, seemingly addressing the masked monk.

The masked cultivator looked up at Song Yan and the other two, and his gaze suddenly paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Song Yesheng? How could it be him...?

coincidence?

Song Yan secretly observed the people in the room.

It seemed that no one here was hiding their strength or cultivation level. After a quick scan with his divine sense, he found that apart from the one in the middle who was a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the rest of the people, including himself, consisted of five cultivators at the sixth level of Qi Refining and three cultivators at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

To Song Yan's surprise, the mysterious cultivator in the middle wearing a bronze mask was actually dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Dongyuan Sect.

Although they concealed their faces, they did not conceal their identities.

"An inner sect senior brother?"

Song Yan pondered the man's identity, while the man was also observing him.

"I wondered who your relatives and friends were, but it turns out they are my fellow disciples."

The masked cultivator smiled and said, "My name is Che Ning."

I've never heard of this name.

Song Yan bowed and said, "Brother Che."

Without even asking Wu Huaguo, he knew that the name was most likely fake.

He was used to it.

Besides Che Ning, there were two other disciples of the Dongyuan Sect.

The two were of similar age, middle-aged, around thirty or forty years old.

At this age, he hasn't even reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. Even if he breaks through and enters the inner sect in the future, he will basically have no hope of establishing his foundation.

Song Yan vaguely remembered one of them.

His name is Wu Zheng, and he is known as a kind-hearted person in the outer sect.

Even a reclusive cultivator like Song Yan had received his kindness.

Because of his age and seniority, Wu Zheng was often taken care of by the disciples he knew who were promoted to inner sect.

Over time, the miscellaneous tasks he was required to perform were usually the kind that were easy and involved a little bit of power.

He was a kind person and used his position to help many outer disciples, even those he didn't know.

It does not violate the sect's rules, and it also makes things convenient for many disciples.

He was quite prestigious among the outer sect members.

"Fellow Daoists, this journey takes us to Hujiang County and Fuyun Peak."

With a flick of his fingertips, Che Ning conjured a futon made of vines, which slowly grew larger.

"If you have a flying artifact, you may go there yourself. This withered wooden meditation cushion of mine can only accommodate five people."

"Brother Che, there's no need to worry."

Wu Zheng smiled nonchalantly: "Old Wei and I have our own tricks up our sleeves."

The cultivator known as Old Wei nodded, and the two left on their own.

The remaining three seemed to be a small, independent group of cultivators, and they nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Only Song Yan was extremely surprised.

These are all Qi Refining stage cultivators, so why does it seem like I'm the only one without a flying magic weapon?

Where did they get the spirit stones to buy these material possessions?

"..."

I was speechless, but my body was enjoying it.

He sat comfortably on his senior brother Che Ning's withered wooden meditation cushion, and with the Taoist incantation in Che Ning's hand, he transformed into a stream of light and flew into the sky.

This meditation platform offers a wide view, and compared to the Lingzhou boat trip to Jiran Valley, it feels more open and transparent.

Compared to Senior Sister Qin's flying sword, it was much more comfortable.

Che Ning's voice must have been processed; it sounded very dull and didn't seem real.

However, he seemed quite talkative, and Song Yan, who had intended to close his eyes and rest, was drawn into the conversation.

Che Ning casually asked, "When and when did Junior Brother Tong join the sect?"

Song Yan recalled for a moment: "It was about three years ago."

"Oh……"

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt a sense of familiarity with this senior brother named Che Ning.

manner……

Speech... Demeanor...

In the past, whenever I had this feeling, nothing ever came of it.

He thought this time would be the same.

However, in a sudden flash of inspiration, he actually grasped this seemingly random idea.

How come it looks so much like...

Senior Brother Lin Qing?

However, he dismissed the idea himself.

Since Senior Brother Lin Qing has not yet joined the inner sect, what he is wearing is a genuine inner sect disciple's robe.

They probably only look somewhat alike.

Besides Song, Wu, Rong, and Che Ning, there was also a scarred monk on the meditation cushion. However, he remained silent and did not participate in the four's conversation.

Hujiang County is not far from the gate of Dongyuan Sect. After a short while, the group arrived at Fuyun Peak.

Fog shrouds the mountains, and clouds swirl and overturn.

Fuyun Peak in Hujiang County is considered a somewhat famous sacred mountain in the remote and spiritually barren border region of the Chu Kingdom.

There are only a few small sects nearby, and their disciples are all cultivators in the Qi Refining stage.

When Song Yan was learning about formations, he had heard that this place was rich in a kind of Ganoderma lucidum called Yun Zhang Zhi.

It can be ground into powder and used in the refining of some maze beads and array plates.

Everyone has arrived.

"Gentlemen, I'll cut to the chase."

"This Foundation Establishment Realm rogue cultivator has some connection with me. If I weren't forced by circumstances, I would naturally want to obtain the cave treasures on my own."

Song Yan and Rong Xiaofeng subtly glanced at Wu Huaguo.

It's the truth.

"Let me make this clear first: this senior's cave contains only two pieces of calligraphy, which I, Che, am determined to obtain."

It's the truth.

"The rest of the spiritual artifacts are at your disposal."

It's still the truth.

All three of them secretly wondered if this "Che Ning" was really so magnanimous.

Since arriving at Fuyun Peak, Wu Zheng had been looking around, seemingly trying to figure out something.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Senior, is it because you know your days are numbered that you have chosen this place?"

“The shape of Fuyunjian Mountain combines the features of the Azure Dragon and the Black Tortoise. The Azure Dragon opens its palms and the Black Tortoise lowers its head, both of which are auspicious for burial.”

"The two sides embracing each other can better protect the tomb from the invasion of cold winds."

Che Ning nodded and said, "Indeed..."

"This senior was named Lin Qinglong. He was a master of Taoist arts and techniques. In his later years, knowing that he had no hope of breaking through, he built his cave dwelling here."

Everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances at Wu Zheng.

Song Yan recalled that there was also a feng shui master in Shiliang Town, and it was he who consulted the master about his grandfather's burial.

However, it was a young Taoist priest who had come from some impoverished Taoist temple and changed professions; his words didn't sound as professional as Wu Zheng's.

The group followed Che Ning and walked all the way to the mountainside.

The mountain fog was extremely thick, which may be why it created a scene resembling a waterfall of clouds obscuring the mountain.

A waterfall cascades down a rocky cliff somewhere on the mountainside.

"This is the place..."

Che Ning stopped and took out a blue jade pendant, which he held in his palm.

He urged his spiritual power, and the jade pendant flew towards the bottom of the waterfall pool.

There seemed to be some noise coming from within, but it was drowned out by the sound of the waterfall.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Song Yan felt something and looked up. After the jade pendant flew into the bottom of the pool, the waterfall seemed to gradually shrink.

"Wow..."

The water flow gradually diminished until it disappeared completely, leaving behind only a bare cliff face with nothing in sight.

hum-

The jade pendant flew out from the bottom of the pool and returned to Che Ning's hand.

Unlike before, the jade pendant was now radiating waves of spiritual light in all directions.

"Everyone, please follow me."

The group followed Che Ning, walking across the water towards the cliff.

When we were less than ten feet away from the mountain wall, the view in front of us finally changed.

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