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Jiuling Mountain was located west of Yunzhou, stretching for miles upon miles. Although its spiritual vein quality wasn't something to be envied, its strategic location was crucial. [From the website: Fengyun Reading]

To the east, it bordered Huai River; to the north, it shared a border with the妖族; and to the east, it extended into the heart of Yunzhou, where there were sects like Lingyun Sect, Li Hai Valley, and Liyao Palace.

In short, Jiuling Mountain was situated at a critical juncture, a place that all military strategists would vie for.

Unfortunately, cultivators didn't care much about such matters. Thus, Jiuling Mountain had long been occupied by the insignificant Blood Shadow Sect.

Among sects with thousands of cultivators, even if they couldn’t be considered numerous as cows and sheep, there were still countless such places that went unnoticed in Yunzhou.

Thus, when nearly a hundred years ago, the Blood Shadow Sect was annihilated by Baxuan Pavilion, it was like throwing a stone into the sea—little waves barely stirred anyone's attention.

Besides, although Yunzhou was bustling with activity, people focused on the conflicts between the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, Li Hai Valley, and the Sky’s End Pavilion. The rise and fall of minor forces were merely trivial matters in the eyes of cultivators.

Two young disciples at Jiuling Mountain's gate were chatting excitedly. "Senior Brother Lu, I heard that the headmaster of Lightning Vile Sect brought eight elders to personally apologize to us yesterday. Is this true?" asked a young disciple in his twenties, his face flushed with excitement.

"Haha, you have good information, Junior Brother. Yes, the Lightning Vile Sect did visit our sect leader yesterday. I heard from the on-duty disciples that they were extremely polite and even gifted us many valuable items," replied an older man around forty years old, dressed in a Daoist robe, his face exuding righteousness.

Despite their age difference, both had roughly similar cultivation levels. The younger one was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, while the elder was only mid-stage.

"Oh, I thought it might be just hearsay. Now that Senior Brother Lu says so, I know this is true," the young disciple clenched his fists and spoke animatedly. "A few days ago, Lightning Vile Sect had been scheming against us, even sending troops to attack our main base. If not for the Crystal Power Cannon and puppets, we might have been destroyed. Now that they hear of our alliance with Sky’s End Pavilion, they come to apologize. Our sect leader should make them suffer."

"Junior Brother Li, you are too young," sighed the Daoist.

"Young, what do you mean by that?" asked the named disciple, rubbing his nose in surprise.

"The path of cultivation is fraught with dangers at every step. Don’t you understand the principle of knowing when to stop? The headmaster and eight elders came personally to apologize and gifted us valuable items. They gave us both face and substance. As they say, one should always leave some room for others. Do you think Lightning Vile Sect can be easily bullied?"

"They may not match the Five Great Forces, but they are a sect with an ancient legacy, their foundations incredibly deep. The headmaster is at late-stage Immortal Core, while the eight elders are mid-stage. There are even over ten initial-stage elders. Such a scale makes them first-rate in Yunzhou. Their last attack on our main base was due to the protective array and Crystal Power Cannon's assistance; they aren't comparable to us in strength. Now that they want peace, it’s something we should welcome. Why do you want to make things difficult for them? Remember, a desperate rabbit can bite back. Lightning Vile Sect isn’t someone who will easily give in," explained the named disciple, his words steady and composed.

"You are wrong, Senior Brother. I know their strength is formidable, but now that we have allied with Sky’s End Pavilion, do you think they dare to harm us?" the young disciple shook his head, looking unconvinced.

"I said you were too naive and young. Don’t you find this situation suspicious? Three sect leaders are only at the Condensation Core stage. In Sky’s End Pavilion's eyes, they are insignificant. Why would they ally with us, what benefits do they gain?" asked the named disciple thoughtfully.

"Perhaps it has something to do with Supreme Elder," mumbled the young disciple after a short silence.

"Supreme Elder?" The named disciple was startled. He may not be talented, but he was much older, joining Sky’s End Pavilion over a hundred years ago as a mere灵动期 cultivator. He had participated in the battle at Jiuling Mountain back then.

Back then, the sect fell into peril due to treachery and was on the brink of destruction. It was Supreme Elder who appeared like a god, turning the tide with his actions.

The entire Baxuan Pavilion revered Supreme Elder as a deity, but his identity remained shrouded in mystery, known only by the three sect leaders.

There were even rumors that the two high-ranking sect leaders were merely his maidservants.

Of course, such claims were absurd, and the named disciple always scoffed at them.

However, Supreme Elder was indeed remarkable. Over a hundred years ago, he had already reached late-stage Immortal Core. Could it be because of him that Sky’s End Pavilion...

No, the named disciple shook his head. While this explanation seemed plausible initially, upon closer examination, it made no sense.

Late-stage cultivators were formidable in other sects, but for a superpower like Sky’s End Pavilion, they wouldn’t be taken seriously.

In Sister Ruyan's view, even high-ranking cultivators were mere ants.

What could have prompted them to ally with us? The named disciple found himself increasingly puzzled.

After a cup of tea, he shook his head and wore a self-deprecating smile. What was the point in thinking so much?

Although he was part of Baxuan Pavilion, as merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator, these matters were not for him to concern himself with.

With thoughts swirling, his expression turned relaxed again; all he needed to do was guard the mountain gate.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly froze, his face filled with shock and widened eyes.

"Senior Brother Lu, what's wrong?" The young disciple was startled and quickly turned his head.

Two dazzling streaks of light entered their view. One was green, the other red. Both were heading straight for the sect’s main base.

The red streak was unremarkable, but the green one, though it didn’t emit any spiritual energy, exuded an overwhelming pressure that naturally emanated from it.

Just by looking at it, both cultivators felt their scalp tingle.

Such a feeling had never been experienced before. Condensation Core cultivators couldn't bring such sensations; could it be a late-stage Immortal Core expert?

What was the purpose of this visit? Was it for friendship or enmity with our sect?

Though shocked, as gatekeepers, they didn’t dare to slack off.

The young disciple was panicking, but Senior Brother Lu remained calm. He threw out an audio transmission talisman.

Regardless of whether the visitors were friends or foes, he wanted to alert the sect first.

Soon, two streaks of light approached like a whale drawing in water.

The green streak vanished, revealing a man and woman.

The young man looked unremarkable; he could easily blend into a crowd. The woman was strikingly beautiful, exuding an indescribable charm.

天生媚骨

With this demeanor, her beauty instantly elevated several levels, exerting a terrifying allure.

Both the young disciple and Senior Brother Lu lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact. This woman was at the Condensation Core stage; they feared accidentally offending her.

However, in that moment, both noticed she had lowered her gaze, looking submissively to the young man.

One should not judge by appearance, as the sea could not be measured. It was clear that this man’s cultivation was even higher.

He must be a late-stage Immortal Core cultivator.

"Greetings, Senior. I don’t know why you visited our Baxuan Pavilion, but is there anything important?" said Senior Brother Lu, bowing deeply with respect.

The young disciple quickly followed suit.

Lin Xuan didn't speak; instead, he released his spiritual sense. A hundred years had passed since he left, yet the scenery remained unchanged. How were the girls now?

Without Lin Xuan’s words, Ye Ping’er naturally kept silent as well. The two gatekeepers were taken aback, their faces turning awkward.

At that moment, more streaks of light appeared.

PS: Sorry for the delay today; I’ll have another chapter later tonight. Please support with recommendation votes, thank you all. [From the website: Fengyun Reading]

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