Immortals of the End Times

The thirteen peaks of Qilin stretch endlessly, forming the lifeblood of Beiyun Dizhou, and giving birth to three level-four spiritual veins, five level-three spiritual veins, and eight level-two spiritual veins.

The towns and markets built around the Thirteen Peaks are now brimming with spiritual energy after the revival of spiritual energy.

Some towns even have first-level spiritual veins and spiritual springs that branch off from second-level spiritual veins.

Therefore, from ancient times to the present, some small cultivation families have taken root here and survived by relying on the Qilin Sword Sect.

Many of them are descendants of the Qilin Sword Sect, or are related to or have married into the Qilin Sword Sect.

Now that spiritual energy has been revived, this place has become a great holy site, attracting many independent cultivators to gather here every day.

In comparison, while the capital and markets of the Xuanming Dynasty on the Wang family's side were also bustling, they were clearly not as teeming with cultivators as this place, which was practically a re-enactment of the prosperous spiritual energy of the past.

Zhao Wuji was not in a hurry to go to the Qilin Sword Sect, but instead observed the scene of cultivators in the town and market with great interest.

He had never seen so many independent cultivators and cultivators from small families gathered together before.

The goods traded in the market were diverse, including many that were clearly recently acquired magical beast materials.

A vendor shouted loudly, "Rare stuff! Rare stuff! Fangs of a mid-stage Qi Refining wolf demon! Excellent material for crafting magical artifacts!"

Elsewhere, several cultivators were haggling over a freshly picked spiritual herb.

As Zhao Wuji strolled among them, his divine sense swept over the area, and he discovered that most of these rogue cultivators only had the cultivation levels of the early or middle stages of Qi Refining, with high-level Qi Refining cultivators being quite rare.

But compared to the desolate scene of the Dharma-ending Age, it is now worlds apart.

He walked past a teahouse where an old man was vividly recounting the legendary history of the Qilin Sword Sect, attracting many cultivators to stop and listen.

"As you all know, before the Qilin Sword Ancestor, the founder of the Qilin Sword Sect, Qilin Zi, was probably a sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul Dao Lord level, and was a person from the Qin Dynasty!"

"However, it's been too long since then. Legend has it that this senior passed away during the Dharma-ending Calamity. Some say he ascended to the spirit realm that may exist in the Nine Heavens. There are many different opinions..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji paused slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The Nascent Soul Dao Lord... that is truly a legendary realm. Even in an era of abundant spiritual energy, it is estimated that very few people can reach it.

He had also communicated with Xinghe Daoren before, and even Xinghe Daoren could only guess that a few people in the past might have been Nascent Soul Dao Lords.

Famous examples include Zhang Sanfeng, Li Bai, and Xiang Yu.

Those less well-known but more definitive figures include the founder of the Immortal Saint Sect in Zhongzhou, the Tianjing Master of the Tianjing Sect in Tianmeng Prefecture, and the True Venerable of the Buddhist Kingdom in Xirong Xuezhou.

However, Xinghe Daoren had never met these masters.

If Qilinzi truly existed, and was a cultivator from the Qin Dynasty, then that would be thousands of years ago.

Under several rounds of the Great Tribulation of the End of Dharma, even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord would likely find it difficult to escape.

"However, if there truly was a Celestial Court and Celestial Realm in the Nine Heavens, then the idea of ​​ascending to the Spirit Realm is not entirely unfounded."

He thought to himself that the old man's stories were all unverifiable rumors, shook his head and stopped thinking about it, continuing to walk forward.

At the end of the market, a tall stone tablet stands with the four ancient characters "Qilin Market" engraved on it.

The stele faintly exudes a sword-like aura, clearly the work of the Qilin Sword Sect.

A number of cultivators gathered at the foot of the stele, looking up at it and trying to comprehend a trace of the true meaning of swordsmanship.

Zhao Wuji glanced at it and then looked away.

The sword intent on the monument was nothing new to him, but it was a rare opportunity for the rogue cultivators in this area.

He looked up at the thirteen majestic sword peaks in the distance, where sword light appeared and disappeared amidst the swirling clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

"The Qilin Sword Sect... is more interesting than I imagined. The atmosphere of cultivation here is stronger, and there are more independent cultivators and cultivators from small forces coming and going. It is not as closed off and hierarchical as the Wang family."

He chuckled softly, then suddenly noticed something unusual within the Second Heavenly Jar, and nodded slightly.

"It seems that Zhixia and Shiyu have already arrived inside the Tiannan Secret Realm."

The Qilin Sword Sect is holding a grand sword-fighting event, inviting major powers from across the Nine Provinces to attend.

As the protagonist of this grand event, he naturally wanted to take the opportunity to promote his own forces.

He immediately sent a message to Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu, asking them to come and observe the swordplay as the masters of Wushang Cave Heaven and Linlang Cave Heaven, respectively.

In the past, such a remote little paradise wouldn't even qualify for a spot on the Qilin Sword Sect's invitation list.

But now, Zhao Wuji only needs to mention one sentence to the Sword Master Wentian, and he will have two gold-plated sword invitations in hand.

As long as they participate in this grand event, the names of the two celestial realms will naturally resound throughout Beiyun Dizhou.

From then on, the disciples of both families were given a more prominent status when traveling.

Merchants in some markets would also voluntarily offer a discount to the two major cave temples.

Even if some petty scoundrels covet the resources of the cave, they will have to think twice before acting.

Zhao Wuji immediately walked into a deserted alley, and with a wave of his sleeve, the second space of the Pot Heaven was opened.

The figure instantly entered the second Heavenly Realm.

Within the lush, verdant Hutian space, Xiong Ba flapped his wings and swooped down from the treetop of the demon tree, his five-colored tail feathers drawing a dazzling trail in the spiritual mist.

"Gaba!"

The plump bird landed proudly on Zhao Wuji's shoulder, its beak affectionately rubbing against his earlobe.

Not far away, a flock of myna birds were building nests in the canopy of the demon tree, their chirping and rustling leaves creating a delightful scene.

"That beast certainly knows how to pick its place."

Zhao Wuji laughed and cursed as he flicked away the bird's claws, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

At the edge of the space, which is more than sixty feet high, the gray fog is receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The spiritual energy brought by the revival of the fourth-level spiritual vein has caused the newly sprouted spiritual grass on the ground to reach above ankle level.

Amidst the swirling mist, two graceful figures emerged.

The woman on the left has cascading black hair and wears a plain white silk robe embroidered with star and moon patterns; she is none other than Nan Zhixia, the master of the Supreme Cave.

The woman on the right, dressed in an ordinary robe with her phoenix hairpin jingling, is none other than the Empress of Xuan Kingdom, and the newly appointed Master of Linlang Cave, Li Shiyu.

The two women stood side by side under the tree of the demon tree. Nan Zhixia was twirling a spirit leaf and laughing, while Li Shiyu was pointing at the veins of the leaf and talking eloquently. Her beautiful face was smiling, and there was not a trace of tension between them.
"This"

Zhao Wuji's hand, hidden beneath his black robe, stiffened slightly; the envisioned carnage had transformed into a harmonious scene before him.

Are these the same two people who used to compare themselves to each other in private?
However, considering Li Shiyu's former status in the imperial palace, and Nan Zhixia's past background as a member of a wealthy and powerful family, and her current role as the master of the cave, who manages the affairs of the cave, it's hard to believe.

She handles these trivial matters of the inner chambers with far more ease than she does political discussions in the imperial court or deliberations in her secluded grotto.

"My husband, you've finally come."

At this moment, Nan Zhixia saw Zhao Wuji's figure and called out softly.

"Senior brother!" Li Shiyu retorted, not to be outdone.

The two women flew over together and simultaneously grabbed Zhao Wuji's left and right arms.

The warm, soft touch transmitted through his sleeve caused Zhao Wuji's muscles to tense instantly.

The anticipated battleground did not materialize; instead, a dangerous yet harmonious atmosphere was detected.

"A cough, an invitation from the Qilin Sword Sect."

Two gilded sword invitations flew from Zhao Wuji's sleeve, their surfaces adorned with qilin patterns that seemed to emanate sword light: "The Sword Tournament will be held in three days. You..."

"I know!" Li Shiyu suddenly tiptoed closer to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Isn't it just borrowing your prestige, Master Zhao, to give our two little grotto-heavens some face?"

Nan Zhixia ran her fingertips across his palm. "Don't worry, we won't embarrass you."

"Cough! Hmm!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over the two women, and he adopted the authority of a head of the family, "Now that you are attending this ceremony as the cave masters, no one in the Northern Cloud region will dare to slight your disciples in the future."

His tone grew serious, "Firstly, to leverage the Sword Sect's prestige to recruit talented individuals; secondly, to mark and occupy new resource points within our territory; thirdly..."

"If any demons or monsters roam the states beyond the river, kill them without mercy!"

"Know it!"

"As ordered!"

The two women bowed in unison in agreement.

Looking at the two of them being so obedient, Zhao Wuji felt that something was off.

"However, Senior Brother's Qiankun Bag magic treasure is truly profound! It is far superior to any storage bag."

As Li Shiyu's beautiful eyes darted around, she looked at the newly sprouted branches of the demon tree not far away and said, "It can actually connect with the Tiannan Secret Realm. In the future, we can use this secret realm to secretly meet with you, Senior Brother."

"It would be good if he met with us in secret, but I'm afraid he might be keeping a mistress."

Nan Zhixia chuckled softly, her black hair cascading over his shoulder, and said sweetly, "After all, this sixty-zhang space can actually hold living things, even that beast Xiong Ba is kept so well-fed and shiny. If only we could keep a few more little women..."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the fat bird stealing the spirit leaves from the treetop, startling the creature so much that it felt a murderous aura and snapped its tail feathers open with a "crack".

Zhao Wuji coughed lightly, his ears burning slightly. Seeing the two women's eyes sparkling and their lips almost touching his earlobe, he changed the subject, saying, "I've already given instructions that you must keep your mouths shut and not divulge a single word to anyone."

His expression was solemn. "If you utter even a single word, don't blame me for enforcing family discipline! I'll give you all a good beating tonight! I'll show you what's what."

"Pooh!"

Nan Zhixia's ears turned crimson, and her jade-like fingers twisted the soft flesh of his waist.

Li Shiyu's phoenix eyes flashed with reproach, and she slapped his hand away with her wide sleeve: "Both of them? Senior brother, you wish!"

As they gazed at each other, they suddenly smiled softly, the pearls and jade in their hair jingling softly in the mist.

Zhao Wuji stood between the two women, forcing a bitter smile.

It turns out that harmony is the most skillful way for a woman to launch an attack.

"The time has come." His expression turned serious, and two sword-shaped invitations flew out from his sleeve. "Follow me out. You go to pay your respects first, I'll follow shortly. Remember, in front of outsiders..."

"Okay!" the two women interrupted in unison.

Xiong Ba flapped its wings and cried out strangely, "Gaa! Ba!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head. They've both learned to interrupt. Sooner or later, he'll teach these two little women a lesson to uphold his authority as husband.

Without further delay, he flashed away, transforming into a streak of sword light and departing from the bustling area.

Then he released the two women, letting them board a spirit boat and head straight for the Sword Sect's mountain gate.

In front of the Qilin Sword Sect's mountain gate.

One after another, streaks of light streaked across the sky like shooting stars and descended.

The gatekeeper disciple wore a sword robe adorned with a qilin pattern, exuding an extraordinary air.

Whenever guests arrive, they sing a loud greeting, their voices clear and melodious like the sound of a sword, echoing among the thirteen peaks.

"The Crimson Cloud Sword Sect's leader, Chi Songzi, has arrived with his disciples!"

"Master Fu Yunchuan of the Fine Rain Sword Pavilion has led his followers to witness the ceremony!"

"The Dragon and Phoenix Sword Sect, Master Dragon and Phoenix, have come to attend the gathering!"

Each announcement caused a stir within the reception hall. Representatives from various factions glanced at the announcements, some smiling in greeting, others whispering amongst themselves.

The building was filled with the aroma of spiritual tea and displayed spiritual fruits, creating a lively yet solemn atmosphere.

Fang Lingchu, the Grand Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect, sat in the main seat. His hair and beard were all white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's. His sword aura was restrained, just like an ancient sword with its edge hidden.

He smiled and spoke quietly with the Second Elder beside him, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the people in the building.

The Second Elder, Li Canghai, appeared even more unrestrained, his voice booming like a bell. He was having a lively discussion with Chisongzi of the Chixiao Sword Sect about his swordsmanship. When he got excited, his hair and beard stood on end, attracting the attention of the surrounding guests.

Four of the seven sword masters of the Qilin Sword Sect have arrived today.

The fourth swordsman, Xiao Chenzhou, and the second swordsman, Li Feiyuan, both took their seats. Both were newly promoted Golden Core cultivators and possessed extraordinary bearing.

Xiao Chenzhou wore a blue robe, his face as calm as a deep pool, but his gaze as sharp as a sword.

Li Feiyuan was dressed in a black robe, with a hint of arrogance between his brows, and his whole body exuded a sharp sword aura.

Guests from various factions looked at the two young Golden Core sword masters, their eyes filled with undisguised envy.

Chisongzi stroked his beard and sighed, "The Qilin Sword Sect truly produces many talented individuals. Young friend Xiao and young friend Li have both reached the Core Formation stage at such a young age. Their future achievements are limitless!"

True Man Longfeng nodded in agreement: "Indeed, with the spiritual energy reviving now, the Qilin Sword Sect has the Sword Lord Wentian in charge, as well as five Golden Core cultivators. Their profound foundation is truly admirable."

Upon hearing this, all the other forces were filled with admiration.

It’s okay not to accept it.

Such a display of Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators would make even a typical overlord-level sect tremble with worry.

Let alone providing for it, even maintaining the spiritual veins from decay is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

On the thirteen peaks of the Qilin Sword Sect, three level-four spiritual veins coiled like giant dragons, with the main peak's spiritual vein even emitting clouds and rosy hues, showing signs of a level-five transformation.

With such a foundation, supporting five Golden Core cultivators and one Nascent Soul Sword Lord, while not quite effortless, is as solid as a rock.

Not to mention, there are five third-level spiritual veins surrounding it like dragons, which, in this era of spiritual energy revival, can barely sustain even the cultivation of Golden Core cultivators.

at this time.

In a corner of the building, Liu Fufeng, the sixth swordsman, and Su Chen, the third swordsman, sat facing each other.

Liu Fufeng, dressed in white that was as pure as snow, stood calmly as he poured himself a drink.

Su Chen, dressed in luxurious gold, glanced out of the building from time to time, as if waiting for something.

"Senior Brother Su, are you waiting for Master Zhao or Senior Brother Kong?" Liu Fufeng asked calmly.

Su Chen snorted lightly, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "You all say that Master Zhao's swordsmanship is superb. Now that Senior Brother Kong has not arrived, I really want to see if he is as good as the rumors say."

Liu Fufeng smiled slightly and said no more, but his gaze involuntarily turned towards the mountain gate.

The guests inside chatted happily, discussing everything from sword cultivation to the situation after the revival of spiritual energy, and the allocation of resources among various forces.

An elder of the Fengyun Sword Sect transmitted his voice, saying, "I heard that after this grand ceremony of the Qilin Sword Sect, the spiritual vein resources of Beiyun Dizhou will be redistributed. I wonder if this is true or not."

The person beside him shook his head and whispered, "This matter is not yet settled, but with the current strength of the Qilin Sword Sect, I'm afraid no one can compete with it, let alone dare to object."

When everyone heard this, they were all silent.

The resurgence of spiritual energy brings not only opportunities, but also fierce competition.

The Qilin Sword Sect has always been the dominant force in Beiyun Dizhou. If the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven were to set the rules, who would dare to oppose them?
Just then, the gatekeeper's voice rang out again from outside the mountain gate: "Within the territory of Tiannan, the master of the Supreme Cave Heaven, Nan Zhixia, and the master of the Linlang Cave Heaven, Li Shiyu, have come to visit together!"

"Supreme Grotto-Heaven. Exquisite Grotto-Heaven?"

"How come I've never heard of it? Tiannan seems to be a remote, isolated area, nestled between three continents."

"How come even a small, secluded place can attract people to watch swordplay? Could it be a villa of some reclusive sect?"

As the guests whispered among themselves, they saw the incredibly beautiful Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu arrive together, looking like a pair of sisters.

Nan Zhixia wore a plain white silk dress, her black hair cascading down her back, and a jade belt around her waist fluttering in the wind. Li Shiyu's phoenix hairpin swayed gently, exuding a noble and dignified air.

One was at the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm, and the other at the late-stage; both were surrounded by a faint spiritual aura.

One was dignified and elegant like a secluded orchid in a valley, while the other was graceful and luxurious like a peony in full bloom, immediately drawing the attention of all the cultivators present.

Many disciples from various factions frequently glanced at it, and even some elders couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Mo Wenjian, the third elder of the Qilin Sword Sect, laughed loudly and said, "The Supreme Cave Master and the Linglang Cave Master have come from afar. We apologize for not welcoming you properly!"

The First Elder, Fang Lingchu, and the Second Elder rose to greet them at the same time. Their solemn demeanor immediately startled the cultivators present, who secretly wondered who was behind the two women.

Nan Zhixia bowed gracefully, her jade fingers lightly brushing back the strands of hair at her temples: "Elders, you flatter me."

The Qilin Sword Sect's grand sword-fighting ceremony is arguably the most significant event since the revival of spiritual energy in Beiyun Dizhou. To be invited is already a great honor for Zhi Xia.

As everyone exchanged pleasantries...

In a corner of the building, Xiao Chenzhou and Li Feiyuan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with unspoken meaning.

"If I remember correctly, Fellow Daoist Zhao seems to have come from Tiannan. Could it be that these two female cultivators are Fellow Daoist Zhao's confidantes? Fellow Daoist Zhao is quite fortunate."

Li Feiyuan chuckled softly, "Senior Brother Xiao, when do you think Fellow Daoist Zhao will arrive?"

Xiao Chenzhou said calmly, "It will come when it's time."

Li Feiyuan grinned: "I can't wait! It's about Zhao Zhenren, who can make even the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven look at him differently. And you said he can guide you. Just what kind of ability does he have!"
I plan to be the first to duel with him, you don't have any objections, do you?

"What objection could I possibly have? As long as you're not afraid of being the first to embarrass yourself, then go ahead!"

Xiao Chenzhou smiled faintly, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

At this moment, in front of the Qilin Sword Sect's mountain gate, a sword light fell to the ground like a meteor, then suddenly receded, revealing Zhao Wuji's tall and imposing figure, who tossed out an invitation.

Upon seeing this, the gatekeeper's expression changed, and he immediately announced loudly, "Master Zhao has arrived."

The sound was as loud as a bell, carrying far and wide, instantly attracting the attention of many guests in the welcoming building.

"Master Zhao? Could it be that Zhao Wuji? Why didn't he reveal his background?"

"It's highly likely that this is the person! This person used to be a guest of the Wang family, but the relationship between the Wang family and the Qilin Sword Sect is not harmonious, and they were not invited this time. Since this person came to join the Qilin Sword Sect, he naturally wouldn't reveal his Wang family background."

It is said that this person's swordsmanship is profound, even the Sword Master Wentian praised it highly. Today, I will finally be able to witness his prowess!

Amidst the discussions, Zhao Wuji, guided by his disciples, flew to the main peak's welcoming pavilion and stepped inside.

He walked with composure, his aura restrained, yet he could not conceal the immense spiritual pressure that was as vast as the ocean, causing cultivators along the way to turn their heads and give way.

"Hahaha! Master Zhao! Today I finally get to meet you!"

The Grand Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect stroked his beard and smiled, quickly rising to greet him: "I have long heard of Master Zhao's great name and admire him greatly."

Zhao Wuji returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Elder Fang, you are too kind."

His gaze swept across the hall, where he saw a large number of guests, including representatives from various immortal sects and Taoist schools.

Elders from the other two dominant forces in Beiyun Dizhou, Kuanglan Sword Sect and Riyue Sect, were also prominently featured.

There were even a few cultivators from other major states who had come specifically to witness the ceremony.

"Brother Zhao!" Xiao Chenzhou strode forward and laughed loudly, "It's been many years since we last met, and you're even more charming than before!"

His body was filled with a chilling sword aura, clearly indicating that he had stabilized his Golden Core cultivation, and his brows were full of vigor.

Li Feiyuan surveyed the scene, saying nothing, but the sword intent brewing in her eyes clearly showed her anticipation for the upcoming sword duel.

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and cupped his hands in greeting: "Brother Xiao, congratulations on achieving the Golden Core stage."

"Ah! But I've been lucky lately!"

Xiao Chenzhou was unusually humble. In the eyes of others, he was arrogant, but he was completely convinced by Zhao Wuji.

"Senior brother is so impressive! It seems that many people in Beiyun Dizhou have heard of his name."

"Wuji, you have truly become a prominent figure in the province!"

Li Shiyu and Nan Zhixia, who had already taken their seats, saw Zhao Wuji standing calmly and confidently in the crowd, like a star surrounded by the moon.

She felt that her own man was incredibly dazzling at that moment, and her heart couldn't help but surge with emotion.

Just as they were exchanging pleasantries, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside the mountain gate: "Holy Qilin Kong Jingxian and Kong Jianzi, return to your sect!"

The hall fell silent as everyone looked toward the door.

A golden sword rainbow suddenly appeared, piercing through the sky like the sun overhead, its magnificent sword intent soaring into the heavens, causing many ancient swords among the thirteen peaks to resonate in unison!

As the sword light faded, a young man in a golden robe appeared.

His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight, and his aura was as deep and heavy as an abyss. As if no one else was around, he flew directly to the front of the welcoming building.

"Brother Kong!"

"Fellow Daoist Kong!"

Everyone in the hall stood up to pay their respects, and even the elders, including Fang Lingchu, looked solemn.

Kong Jingxian nodded slightly, but his gaze fell directly on Zhao Wuji. As if sensing his unique sword intent, his eyes suddenly brightened and he bowed and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, I have long admired you."

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, feeling an extremely strong sword intent pressing in. He immediately cupped his hands and smiled, "I have long heard of Kong Jianzi's name."

The two locked eyes for a fleeting moment, like a clash of thunder and fire, their gazes becoming swords, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

It was as if invisible sword intents were clashing in the air, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to boil and the candlelight in the hall to dim.

The tea at each of the guests' tables rippled in circles.

Seeing this, Third Elder Mo Wenjian quickly smiled and said, "Both of you are outstanding talents of our time. It is a great honor that you can gather together in our Qilin Sword Sect today! Why don't you take your seats first, and then discuss the way of the sword when the ceremony begins later?"

Kong Jingxian withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Zhao Wuji's sword intent vanished, his heart grew heavy, and he nodded with a smile.

The guests were secretly alarmed upon seeing this.

Saint Qilin Kong Jingxian is the undisputed leader of the Qilin Sword Sect in swordsmanship, following in the footsteps of the Heavenly Sword Lord, and the only candidate to take charge of the Thirteen Peaks in the future.

Now, the fact that Zhao Wuji is being treated with such importance shows that Master Zhao's swordsmanship is far beyond what people expected; his reputation is well-deserved.

"Qiang!"

It was unclear whose sword, stimulated by the lingering force of the previous sword intent, emitted a clear, resonant tremor from its sheath.

Jin Qilin Su Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of horror flashed across his eyes.

In that brief exchange of sword intent, Zhao Wuji was actually able to hold his own against Senior Brother Kong.
He stole a glance at the figure in black robes at the table, and all his former arrogance turned into cold sweat on his back, and he put away all the contempt in his heart.

"Using eyes as swords! That's truly impressive!"

Li Feiyuan gripped the teacup tightly, her left hand gently stroking the flying sword hidden in her sleeve. Her fingers trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of the excitement of a sword cultivator seeing a prey.

Fortunately, the tedious welcoming ceremony soon came to an end.

As the Sword Master Wentian lightly fluttered his sleeves, a large number of spectators surged towards the dueling platform outside the building like a tide.

Thirteen sword peaks in the sea of ​​clouds simultaneously lit up with array patterns, illuminating the black iron sword platform floating above the abyss, making it resemble a celestial battle arena.
(End of this chapter)