Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

The Han and Yue peoples are a living example of what a foundation is.

Breaking through a level by force shatters one's Dao heart, forcing one to relinquish even one's original resources.

Thinking further, it leads to that sword technique.

The clouds fell and pierced the sun.

When Su Chen used this sword technique in the lower realm, the third sword strike, Cloud Sea Bowing Down, could at most shake a valley.

The sword strike at the martial arts arena a few days ago made even the clouds in the heavens bow their heads.

Same cultivation level, same sword intent.

Vaillant's profits increased many times over.

Su Chen stroked his chin and pondered for a long time, becoming increasingly certain of one thing.

In the past few days, he had quietly asked several disciples of the sect to demonstrate the first move of Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun for him.

He'll understand after reading it.

The training those disciples practiced was completely different from what he practiced.

The initial sword strike was slightly off, and the method of execution was completely different.

Master Deng kept the original copy for himself.

To put it bluntly, the true Luo Yun Guan Ri Sword Technique would not be passed on to disciples casually.

Moreover, they saw the thunder magic practiced by Wang Mang.

It was naturally a forgery left by Li Changfeng to the sect!

No wonder not a single person in the entire sect has comprehended the sword intent.

It seems that this sword technique still needs to be practiced diligently, and it would be best to integrate the power of spatial laws into it.

However, there is a problem right now.

To delve deeper into that sword technique, one needs a truly suitable spiritual sword to match it.

The Spring and Autumn Annals's method of overcoming adversity is ineffective.

In Qingzhou Luoyun Sect, in Taixuan Sect, and in any sect with some foundation.

There must be a Sword Abyss to house all the weapons left behind by the fallen disciples of each generation.

A sect with such a profound foundation as Haori Sect should naturally have such an opportunity.

...

Su Chen came out of the cave and looked up.

The sunlight was mostly obscured by layers of celestial mountains, and several enormous stars were arrayed in the sky.

The terrain of Haorizong is ridiculously vast.

Without anyone to guide him, he didn't even know how many places of opportunity the sect had.

Su Chen originally intended to head straight for Liu Yu's secluded peak.

After all, this guy knows everything, so asking him is the right thing to do.

After walking a few steps, another thing came to mind.

The invitation from Elder Yunfeng, Liu Yunhan...

...

The gate to Yunfeng Mountain was much smaller than Su Chen had imagined.

I had always thought that the temples of the four major peaks would be vast and imposing, like a giant tree that could block out half the sky.

The peak in front of us is not high, with only a dozen or so pavilions and walkways winding between the cliffs.

It has a unique style, though.

Several thin waterfalls cascade down the cliff, their waters making a soft, tinkling sound as we follow the plank road upwards.

Su Chen walked slowly.

He quickly realized something was strange.

Of the disciples we encountered along the way, nine out of ten were female cultivators.

People in plain, blue, and moon-white Taoist robes gathered in twos and threes at the other end of the plank road, and fell silent when they saw him coming.

As soon as he walked past, he heard a low murmur behind him.

"It's him, it's definitely him!"

"My senior sister said she was right there at the training ground that day, when that sword strike was performed."

"My true master is quite handsome... tsk."

"Keep your voice down!"

Su Chen's lips twitched.

Female cultivators in the spirit world are just like those in the lower realm.

They both love to gossip and both have a lovesick look.

At the corner of the plank road, two figures came to meet us.

The woman in front was extremely beautiful, with eyes that curved into crescent moons. When she bowed, she lowered her waist by a third, causing the collar of her moon-white Taoist robe to loosen slightly.

"Greetings, Master Uncle."

Su Chen stopped in his tracks.

"Uncle-Master."

The female cultivator raised her eyes.

"Junior sister has been careless in her cultivation these days, and her meridians are somewhat blocked. She has tried to clear them herself several times, but it hasn't gotten better."

"I wonder if my senior uncle could spare some time to take a look at my junior sister?"

Su Chen's face darkened.

Blockage of meridians.

Why come all the way here to find a mere Nascent Soul cultivator when there are so many alchemists on the sect's inner alchemy peak?

He didn't need to guess what was on his mind at all.

Female cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage are as numerous as hairs on a cow in the Hao Ri Sect, and it's unknown how many years they will have to endure before they can finally rise to prominence.

He has now become famous in the sect, and behind him stands a Grand Elder in the mid-stage of the Mahayana realm, a ready-made ladder.

It would be inappropriate to refuse outright.

These people's mouths are the most dangerous. They made a clean fuss today, and within three days, more than a dozen versions of the story will be circulating within the sect, saying that the true disciple uncle is looking down on everyone because he is relying on the Holy Maiden's power.

Ambiguity is also not acceptable.

Everyone in the sect knew that he had just become engaged to the Holy Maiden and they were living together in the same mansion.

If Lin Zhiya were to leave any trace of this place, she might just tear down the cave later.

Su Chen rolled up his sleeves, his face serious.

"Blocked meridians are no small matter; if left untreated, they can damage the foundation of one's health."

"Mr. Su has been busy lately, but if he can free up some time, that's certainly possible."

The female cultivator's eyes lit up, and she bowed even lower.

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!"

"Junior sister is waiting at the Viewing Platform on Yunfeng Peak."

Upon hearing this, Su Chen gave a wry smile.

That really took a lot of painstaking effort.

But these female cultivators, no matter how beautiful they are...

Compared to his own Daoist partners.

But it completely failed to arouse my interest.

"The elder has invited Su Chen to a meeting."

"And here I am, Mr. Su has come in person."

Su Chen said leisurely to the attic.

"So it really happened."

"The wind is strong outside, let's go inside and talk."

A voice transmission came out.

"Then I, Su, will accept your offer without hesitation."

"Don't mention it."

The voice from the attic changed tone, carrying a hint of laughter that no one else could detect.

Everyone says I am aloof and cold.

"But who knew, all I needed was a confidant."

Su Chen tapped his finger on the stone table.

A confidant.

That's an interesting statement.

He and Elder Liu only met once in the training ground and exchanged fewer than ten words.

Where do true friends come from?

Furthermore, the words "aloof" and "cold" are mostly just a show for outsiders.

The coquettish charm and playfulness hidden in those few words just now.

That subtle, understated way of getting to one's ears is not the kind of tone a cool, aloof person would use.

Saying things so insincerely, yet insisting on putting the words "confidant" at the beginning.

The meaning then becomes clear.

This is an implication that he should try to build good relationships in the future and become someone who can speak with influence.

Elder Pianfeng, who is in the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, is willing to speak to this extent.

The scales in Su Chen's heart swayed slightly.

"What the elder said..."

Su Chen stood up and shook his sleeves down.

"I, Su, will take this as an honor bestowed upon you by the elder."

The pavilion door opened halfway silently.

Su Chen slowly walked in.

...

A streak of light swept across the sky above the cloud-capped peak.

Lin Zhiya originally intended to go to Danfeng to retrieve some medicinal herbs for nourishing vital energy, but she was too lazy to take a long detour, so she went straight through this sea of ​​clouds.

The plain gauze dress clung to her legs as the light swept through the air.

As she passed over the cloud-capped peaks, she glanced down.

That was all it took to look.

The figure in the blue robe in front of the main pavilion was stepping into the half-open pavilion door.

Inside the door stood a figure in a moon-white Taoist robe, the hem embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.

Lin Zhiya's escape light immediately slowed down.

Liu Yunhan.

That cold-faced elder who was famous in the sect.

During the last sect meeting, when she, the Holy Maiden, stepped forward to pay her respects, the elder didn't even lift his eyelids.

The disciples within the sect privately say that Elder Yunfeng can't see living people at all.

Now look what's happened.

She knew that Su Chen was her Daoist partner, and she knew that he was currently living in the same mansion as her.

He even invited the person into his attic.

...