Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 108 Profound Yin Heavy Water

Qingzhou, Feiqiong Mountain Range.

This mountain range is located in the heart of Qingzhou, stretching for hundreds of miles and passing through seven prefectures. It features towering peaks and overlapping ridges, creating a beautiful landscape.

It is extremely famous in Qingzhou, simply because in such a large mountain range, there is not a single demon beast, nor are there large groups of bandits or thieves. Countless people rely on the mountains for their livelihood and make a living in the Feiqiong Mountains.

Legend has it that it is because there is a deity living in the Flying Sky Mountains, who dwells in the mist and whose whereabouts are unpredictable. If there are demonic beasts...

With bandits running rampant, a new force will inevitably emerge to vanquish demons and protect the peace of the Flying Sky Mountains.

Therefore, there are still many ignorant people who want to seek immortality and ask questions, so they go deep into the mountains to sincerely explore. Unfortunately, most people get nothing, but a few people say with certainty that they have seen immortals appear in the world. Some people even disappeared in the mountains. It is unknown whether they were eaten by poisonous snakes and wild beasts or were taken in as disciples by immortals.

There are no immortals or gods in this mountain range, and there are no immortals or gods in the whole world.

Only through martial arts can one reach the pinnacle, becoming no different from immortals or gods.

"Speaking of which, the immortals and gods these people saw were all disciples of our Hun Tian Sect. If our Hun Tian Sect didn't frequently send out warriors to clear the Fei Qiong Mountains, how could there not be a single demon beast in this hundreds of miles of wilderness?" Zhou Xian said with a smile.

He had visited the Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate before, so as soon as they entered the Fei Qiong Mountain Range, the disciples on their way couldn't wait to ask him for guidance.

The roads in the mountains are rugged and not suitable for riding horses, so at noon they left all the black-scaled horses at the outer outposts on the edge of the mountains and then walked into the mountains.

All of these disciples were martial artists, and they moved at full speed, faster than galloping horses. After more than two hours, they had already penetrated nearly two hundred miles into the Flying Sky Mountain Range.

"What about the small portion of these people who disappeared? Were they taken in as disciples by our Hun Tian Sect?" someone asked curiously.

"How could that be? If they had that kind of talent, they wouldn't have bothered to go into the mountains to seek immortality."

Zhou Xian shook his head and said, "Some were eaten by wild animals, some got lost and fell off cliffs and disappeared, and some met people from our Hun Tian Sect and begged us to take them to the mountain gate to do chores like sweeping and cleaning. Most of those who go into the mountains to seek immortality are pitiful people who can't survive outside."

In this world where martial arts are flourishing, those from slightly better-off families all know that there are only martial artists, no immortals or gods.

Only the poorest people, with no hope for survival, would place their hopes on seeking immortality and enlightenment, venturing deep into the mountains to find a way to live.

Suddenly, the entire group slowed down.

"arrive."

Feng Shanzhang smiled and pointed ahead, saying, "That's Hun Tian Mountain. We've arrived at the mountain gate."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped and looked. They saw a majestic mountain peak standing not far away, magnificent and towering into the clouds. The mountainside was not clearly visible from the halfway point.

"Back when the sect was first established, this place was teeming with demonic beasts and fraught with danger."

Feng Shanzhang laughed and said, "It is all thanks to the generations of our Hun Tian Sect ancestors who slayed demons and beasts and passed down their knowledge that the Flying Sky Mountains are so beautiful and peaceful for hundreds of miles, and that the people of the three northwestern states can live and work in peace and contentment today."

"You should carry on the legacy of our ancestors, slay more demons and beasts, protect the peace of the people, and expand the territory of our human race. Only in this way can you live up to the cultivation of the sect."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples responded in unison, "We will remember the abbot's teachings."

"Let's go up the mountain."

With a loud shout, Headmaster Feng sped up again, leading his disciples toward the mountain gate.

Before long, the group arrived at the mountain gate's encampment, where they saw a large, dark stone standing by the roadside with three large red characters written on it: Hun Tian Sect.

"Don't look at those words!"

Headmaster Feng hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but it was too late.

It was the first time for everyone to visit, and they curiously examined the dark, massive rock. But the moment they saw the three large characters, a scene of carnage and blood suddenly appeared before their eyes. A terrifying aura of malevolence and killing intent enveloped their entire bodies, assaulting their consciousness. Everyone felt an immense fear rising in their hearts, their bodies stiffened and went limp, and their heads throbbed with pain.

What a terrifying atmosphere!

Mo Zheng also felt a chill in his heart. Even though he had grasped the essence of martial arts, he still felt suffocated and his head was spinning uncontrollably under the impact of this fierce energy and killing intent.

"Look away!" Headmaster Feng shouted.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone immediately looked away, and the terrifying feeling vanished without a trace, replaced by heavy breathing.

After catching his breath, one of the disciples couldn't help but ask, "These words are incredibly powerful, Headmaster, who left them?"

Indeed, the three words on this stone tablet were far more terrifying to Mo Zheng than the words on the stone tablet of the true disciple. You must know that the words on the true disciple stone tablet were left by a martial saint.

"You little brats, you really don't know your place! This is the calligraphy left by the fourth generation patriarch. I don't even dare to look directly at it, and you dare to stare at it?"

Feng Shanzhang laughed and said, "The fourth patriarch is the strongest among all the patriarchs of our Hun Tian Sect. When he was three hundred years old, he had already cultivated to the peak of Martial Saint, and was only one step away from breaking through to the Martial Saint realm."

"Afterwards, in pursuit of the highest realm of martial arts, he chose to travel the world. Unfortunately, he disappeared without a trace after that, and it is unknown whether he succeeded in breaking through."

His words were filled with lamentation over the disappearance of the fourth patriarch.

Is he a being about to break through to the peak of Martial Saint?

Upon hearing this, the disciples were filled with admiration. They knew that it was already a blessing from heaven that they could successfully break through to the Visceral Realm. The Martial Saint level was something they didn't even dare to dream of. Yet the Fourth Ancestor was able to break through to the Martial Saint level and step into an even more profound realm. What an extraordinary achievement this was!

They continued up the mountain, and after a few steps, a waterfall appeared before them. The waterfall cascaded down, nearly a thousand feet, with a deafening roar and a magnificent presence.

A long bridge made of white marble spans the waterfall, one end connecting to this place and the other end connecting to the clouds and mist, making it difficult to see what is on the other side.

"Who goes there?"

From the other end of the bridge came a shout.

Wang He stepped forward and said, "I am Wang He from the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, leading my disciples to participate in the Haotian Secret Realm assessment along with the headmaster!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and waved it, sending the token representing his identity flying rapidly into the clouds with a whooshing sound.

"So it's Senior Sister Wang He!"

A middle-aged man in a wide-sleeved robe emerged from the clouds and said, "You're late. The troops from Youzhou and Qingzhou Martial Arts Halls arrived yesterday. The sect leader and the Cold Sword Martial Saint have inquired about your whereabouts several times."

Wang He replied irritably, "Hmph, isn't it all the work of you aristocratic families and factions? If these disciples hadn't been injured and needed to recuperate, we would have been able to get to the mountain yesterday."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression immediately turned awkward. He was also a member of a powerful family faction. In the entire Hun Tian Mountain, disciples from powerful families made up the majority of the population. Those who did not wish to join either went down the mountain to travel or were sent to local areas to guard.

"Alright, Wang He."

Feng Shanzhang said to the man, "Junior Brother Wei, we shouldn't keep everyone waiting any longer. Please lead us to pay our respects to the two Martial Saints."

The man surnamed Wei nodded, took out a special token from his pocket, and poured his inner energy into it.

hum!

The token emitted a blue light and landed on the white marble bridge. Visibly, ripples appeared on the bridge surface, but this was due to a transparent layer of water covering the bridge surface, which was invisible to the naked eye.

The water parted to both sides, revealing a narrow channel.

"Zhou Xian, what are these water ripples?" Qian Zhongyou asked in a low voice.

"It's an array formed by Xuan Yin Heavy Water."

Zhou Xian had been here once and knew the situation. He warned, "Be careful not to run into it. The Xuan Yin Heavy Water is extremely cold. Even martial artists at the Internal Organs Realm can be injured by its cold. Everyone be careful."

Warriors at the Visceral Realm are all made of copper and iron, and their bodies can be frozen by the Profound Yin Heavy Water.

Mo Zheng looked at the rippling water and couldn't help but feel a chill.

He quickly realized how powerful it was.

As soon as I stepped onto the white marble bridge, I felt waves of cold air rushing towards my body, and frost began to form on my skin.

After crossing the long bridge, a thin layer of ice had formed on his body.

He wasn't the only one like this; apart from the two Visceral Realm martial artists, everyone else had a thin layer of frost on their bodies.

This is still the aftershock of the cold air. If one were to actually touch the Xuan Yin Heavy Water, those below the Internal Organs Realm would probably be frozen solid into ice sculptures.

Mo Zheng was secretly surprised. As expected of the location of the Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate, the defenses were so tight that even a long bridge leading up the mountain had such defenses.

As they walked forward, they circulated their inner energy to melt the frost.

A burst of white mist rose up, but within a few breaths, everything returned to its original state.

At this moment, the group found themselves in a huge plaza.

This square is extremely vast, seemingly having leveled half of the mountain. The ground is also paved with white marble, as smooth as new, reflecting the sunlight. Even though it is beautiful, people standing on it cannot help but feel a sense of insignificance.

At the end of the square, you can see a magnificent hall, which is the main hall of the Hun Tian Sect, the "Qiankun Hall".

The group arrived at the entrance of the main hall and found the doors wide open, the interior brightly lit. Over a hundred people were already seated cross-legged, all with their eyes closed, meditating silently. They were divided into three distinct areas.

In the very center in front of everyone was a white marble platform, upon which sat two large sandalwood chairs, clearly the seats for the two martial saints.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Sister Wang He, please wait here for a moment. I will go and report to the Sect Master and the Cold Sword Martial Saint," said the man surnamed Wei who was leading the way.

"Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Wei."

Headmaster Feng nodded and led everyone into the main hall.

The group of martial artists who were resting with their eyes closed inside the hall all turned to look at them upon hearing the commotion.

"Haha, Lao Feng, you've finally arrived!"

"That's right, we brothers have been waiting for you for a long time."

In two of the three areas, a person came forward to greet them; it was the headmaster of the other two martial arts halls, who chatted warmly with Headmaster Feng.

In the remaining area, the martial artists watched them coldly, and none of them made a move to get up.

Is he representing a powerful family faction? Mo Zheng seemed to be deep in thought.

The Qiankun Palace was very large. Led by Wang He, the Liangzhou disciples found an open space to sit down and rest.

Before long, someone shouted, "The Sect Master has arrived!"

Inside the main hall, everyone stood up, held their breath, and looked towards the entrance of the outer hall.

No one dared to speak; everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Martial Saints are usually focused on cultivation, and few people have ever seen them. Even the sect leader of the Hun Tian Sect and most of his disciples have never had the chance to meet them.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the main entrance, waiting for the Martial Saint to enter.

Finally, a figure walked in through the door.

Mo Zheng stared intently at the entrance, not daring to blink, carefully watching the man who entered.

He appeared to be around thirty or forty years old, wearing a jade crown and a plain white robe. He had no beard, and his features were ordinary, without a single wrinkle on his face. However, his eyes inexplicably revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life.

The first impression it gives is like a peerless divine weapon hidden in its sheath, restrained yet full of danger.

He walked toward the main seat, his eyes scanning the people in the hall.

boom!

The moment Mo Zheng met the other's gaze, he felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind. Then, everything before his eyes lost its color, and everyone felt the same way. At that moment, the hall seemed to fall into eternal night, and everything disappeared.

There was only one person, a man dressed in a plain white robe, who, like the sun hanging in the sky, radiated dazzling light and occupied everyone's attention.

Gods and immortals!

As if beholding a deity, everyone present felt an overwhelming sense of awe, like an ant gazing up at the heavens, each feeling utterly insignificant. Even Mo Zheng, who had grasped the essence of martial arts, couldn't help but feel fear under the gaze of the other, as if that single look could kill him.

The Martial Saint, this is the Martial Saint!

Before him, all the masters of the Visceral Realm lost their luster. Even the three mountain elders, martial arts masters who were very close to this level, still felt extremely terrifying pressure.

The Martial Saint is an immortal, a god, while the Visceral Realm is ultimately just a human. Even the slightest difference makes them the difference between immortals and mortals.

"The disciples who entered the secret realm to participate in the assessment this time are stronger than those last time," a gentle voice rang out.

As the sound rang out, everyone immediately felt that the things around them regained their color, and the white-robed man was no longer the only thing they could see. But even so, they still felt an immense pressure, the feeling of insignificance that ants naturally feel when facing an elephant.

Before the Martial Saint, all martial artists are insignificant.

"Sect Master, there are indeed quite a few promising talents this time," a stranger at the Internal Organs Realm said respectfully.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the sect leader raised an eyebrow, and with a flicker of his figure, he appeared in the center of the disciples of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed the movement, only to find that the sect leader was staring at a young disciple, none other than Mo Zheng!

Mo Zheng blinked, a great sense of fear rising involuntarily in his heart. The pressure of facing a Martial Saint head-on was undoubtedly immense, even though the opponent had restrained his power.

But why are you staring at me?

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