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第两千一百八十三章 再起风波

Two months later, a verdant mountain range came into view.

The continuous peaks stretched endlessly like a giant snake winding its way across the landscape, extending who knew where. Although the Naelong Realm had abundant spirit veins, the spiritual energy here was clearly more potent than in most places. The main sect hall of Cloud Concealment Sect was located right here.

It was tranquil and peaceful as a dazzling light appeared on the horizon.

The direction indicated that it was heading straight towards Cloud Concealment Sect. Lin Xuan had returned to his sect, so he had no intention of concealing his presence.

Soon, the disciples patrolling the mountains spotted him.

Leading them was a man with a stern face and a rather capable demeanor. His gaze swept over Lin Xuan, and his expression changed immediately. Despite the hidden pressure emanating from the other party, their cultivation was formidable beyond measure, their realm unfathomable; it was absolutely not something he could provoke.

Although this was the main sect hall of his own sect, there was no need to be overly fearful. However, his face became extremely respectful: "May I ask your esteemed name? What business brings you here?"

Lin Xuan slowed his ethereal light and stopped the dazzling light as well. With a wave of his sleeve, a green jade plaque flew out.

The man with the stern face hesitated before taking it, looking down at it with a sudden change in expression. He bowed deeply: "Pupil Yan has never met the Senior Ancestor; I did not know that the Senior Ancestor would grace us with your presence, so I failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me."

"You are a disciple of Peak Tower?"

"Yes."

Lin Xuan nodded but said little more before his entire body emitted a brilliant light and flew off towards the distance.

"Uncle Senior, could it be that the person we just saw was also our sect's Senior Ancestor? I've never seen him before," a red-robed maiden asked curiously behind him.

"Girl, how long have you been in the sect? How many of our Senior Ancestors do you know? The esteemed senior before us is someone of great importance; he is the head of Golden Pillar Peak." The stern-faced man's murmured words entered her ears as his expression was filled with admiration.

"What! That person joined our sect just five years ago, defeating four peak experts single-handedly. He was personally recruited by the Supreme Elder and joined our sect," the maiden's face showed shock.

That battle had made Lin Xuan famous far and wide; many people even whispered that his strength surpassed that of the Peak Master of Sword Heaven Peak, making him the real top-tier expert in the sect.

Although it was just a private discussion among some disciples, this could clearly show how popular he was for single-handedly challenging four peak experts within the sect. The impact was profound.

The other disciples looked excited as they surrounded the stern-faced man and began discussing.

Lin Xuan shook his head; although he had already flown far away, with such a strong divine sense, he naturally heard everything clearly. But Lin Xuan wasn't bothered by such trivial matters. Even among cultivators, sometimes one could be quite nosy, so there was no need to worry about it.

Soon, a towering and majestic mountain range came into view.

The height of the peak exceeded ten thousand feet; the mountain stretched towards the clouds.

The spiritual energy here became even more concentrated.

At the foot of the mountain stood a building made of green stone. Although not luxurious, it was extremely solid. Five years had passed, but the scenery remained unchanged; he had returned to Golden Pillar Peak.

Lin Xuan's ethereal light did not stop as he changed direction and flew towards the peak, occasionally passing by cultivators. However, Lin Xuan's speed of flight was so fast that they couldn't see him clearly. Otherwise, they would have prostrated themselves in reverence.

These formalities didn't bother Lin Xuan; on the contrary, he disliked such troubles, which is why he flew so quickly.

Golden Pillar Peak was over ten thousand feet high. As he approached the middle of the mountain, a sudden explosion sound reached his ears. Lin Xuan frowned and slowed his ethereal light, stopping abruptly.

His gaze swept downwards, seeing a dazzling display of spiritual energy accompanied by continuous explosions.

Lin Xuan's experience was vast; from the waves of spiritual energy that came, he could sense how intense the battle was. Clearly, it wasn't just fellow sect members sparring; could there be an external enemy here?

No, Lin Xuan shook his head. This was Cloud Concealment Sect’s main hall; if someone really wanted to provoke a tiger, wouldn’t other areas be in turmoil as well?

Lin Xuan's thoughts quickly turned to the only possibility.

It wasn't an external enemy; it could only be disciples from one of the other peaks coming to challenge him.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened. He had been part of Cloud Concealment Sect for over a thousand years, though most of his time was spent in seclusion. How could he not know about the sect’s situation?

Golden Pillars, divine artifacts, arrays, spirit beasts, and Sword Heaven Peak were all standing tall. Originally, each peak's master was a top-tier cultivator; usually, there would be more than ten or twenty at any given time.

Now, the other four peaks were indeed flourishing, but Golden Pillar Peak was in a dire situation, with no top-tier cultivators to uphold its facade. Of course, this referred to before he joined and took up his post as head of Golden Pillar Peak.

A weakened lineage naturally faced exclusion; until Lin Xuan joined, the situation gradually improved.

But now...

"Hmph, have those little clowns come out to show off after I left for five years?"

Lin Xuan's expression was icy. He was very protective. Although he had joined Golden Pillar Peak mainly for spiritual cultivation, how could he allow others to bully his disciples?

Lin Xuan wasn't so easygoing; he wouldn’t let anyone have the satisfaction of putting him in a difficult position.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a startled cry reached his ears. It sounded familiar, and Lin Xuan's expression changed as he shook his shoulder and vanished from sight, landing below.

Two groups of opposing cultivators came into view. Although their attire varied, they could be distinguished by the insignia on their collars and sleeves.

The group on the left were Golden Pillar Peak disciples. These people had lower cultivation levels; at this moment, two young men were supporting a man in his twenties or thirties who was tall and robust, dressed in layman's attire. He was the highest-ranking disciple of Golden Pillar Peak, an advanced-stage baby spirit.

Lin Xuan knew his name: Chang Hu. It was he along with Jing Xu and Ye Ru who had rescued him back to Cloud Concealment Sect years ago.

From this angle, they could be considered benefactors. Over these years, Lin Xuan had taken good care of them, which is why his cultivation had progressed so rapidly.

However, at this moment, Chang Hu's face was pale, and there was a streak of bright red blood on the corner of his mouth; clearly, he had suffered severe injuries.

"Brother Mou, what happened? How are your injuries? Are you alright?"

Beside him, a young woman in her twenties looked anxious. Her features were delicate, though not an absolute beauty, but her large, black eyes sparkled with gratitude as she asked, "How can I repay the deep friendship of all our fellow cultivators? Today is my thirtieth birthday; at thirty, one should have hope for their wishes to come true. Today's votes have already surpassed records; could you help me reach two hundred?"

She would continue asking for more votes, hoping that her requests would be fulfilled.

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