A mountain need not be high; with immortals it becomes renowned.
In the Upper Realm, any mountain peak with reasonably abundant heavenly and earthly attributes would use the character “Immortal” in its name.
For instance, Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain, where Taixuan Laoren stayed year-round and rarely ventured out—from its geographical location and natural environment, it absolutely qualified as 5A-grade.
However.
This legendary figure from the Xingyun Continent had been feeling rather irritable lately, because whether observing the stars at night or performing divination, he always had a premonition that some major event would occur.
Even in recent days, that ominous feeling had grown increasingly intense, making him somewhat restless.
“What’s going on?”
Taixuan Laoren truly couldn’t figure it out, so he could only calculate repeatedly. Finally, he glimpsed some heavenly secrets and learned that this unease originated from enmity.
“That’s not right.”
He said bewilderedly: “Since ascending to the Upper Realm, I’ve never had any dealings with the outside world, focusing entirely on formation research. How could I have formed enmities with anyone?”
Taixuan Laoren really wanted to continue calculating, but heavenly secrets cannot be revealed—he ultimately couldn’t precisely determine with whom he had this enmity.
One thing was certain—that ominous feeling was growing stronger, as if it could arrive at any moment. This made him shake his head helplessly: “My peaceful days seem to be ending.”
He sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, his turbid gaze suddenly becoming sharp, like a treasured blade sealed away for ages, flashing with keen brilliance the instant it was unsheathed.
Regarding this character called Taixuan Sanren, his fame in the Upper Realm wasn’t very high—people only knew he enjoyed researching esoteric arts, but his true strength remained a mystery because there were no combat records to consult.
Using modern terminology to describe him, he was a programmer staying at home, thinking about various codes every day, researching entirely new formations.
……
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Several thousand li outside Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain, Jun Changxiao piloted the top-tier flying sword while fighting the Ling Dao Profound Sect’s forces, collapsing inwardly: “I’m really not from the Imperial Sword Profound Sect, why won’t you stop!”
“……”
The System was speechless.
You’ve robbed so many of their spatial rings and obtained massive martial dao resources—whether you’re from the Imperial Sword Profound Sect or not, does it still matter?
“Detestable fellow!”
An upper-level Void Breaking Realm high-ranking member of the Ling Dao Profound Sect roared: “Return our sect’s resources!”
Returning them was impossible, because Jun Changxiao never believed that food already in his stomach could be vomited back out whole, so he could only accelerate his travel speed after forcing back his opponents.
However.
Jun Changxiao had underestimated Profound-rank sects.
Because on the road to Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain, he was successively intercepted by sectarian forces wearing different attire, finally being forced to use the Hidden Cultivation Technique to sneak forward stealthily.
Any sect that could establish a foothold in the Upper Realm and achieve “Profound” character rank definitely had many friends and allies—when one side faced trouble, eight sides came to aid, which was standard procedure.
Just look.
At this very moment in other areas, because two sects had a conflict over some trivial matter, the allies who came to assist numbered in the dozens.
Most tragic was that Jun Changxiao wasn’t exactly a pushover either. When you came to block him, he naturally fought back, even looting spatial rings after defeating people, causing the conflict to gradually escalate until even more sects joined in.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Along the road to Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain, one could see various major sects piloting flying treasures searching everywhere for that detestable thief.
Conservative estimates suggested that in these few short days, because of Jun Changxiao, the sectarian forces that got involved included six Profound-rank sects alone, and twenty or thirty unranked sects.
What if they couldn’t find him?
No problem!
Even if the person escaped, wasn’t there still Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain!
They’d just make Taixuan Sanren compensate for all their losses!
If Taixuan Laoren, who’d been staying home all along, knew that he’d done nothing yet was taking blame for so much, he’d definitely cough up blood.
……
“Whoosh!”
Through the firmament, a sword light flew over.
“Past that primeval forest ahead is Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain!” Jun Changxiao put away the map, his gaze flashing with excitement.
In his view, as long as he found Taixuan Laoren, the possibility of bringing disciples to ascend to the Upper Realm would increase from zero to…never mind how much, there was hope at last!
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
However, just as he reached the primeval forest, several beams of light suddenly shot up from below, then surrounded Gou Sheng. When the light dispersed, four Imperial Sword Profound Sect elders appeared proudly.
“Boy!”
The leading Third Elder said angrily: “Hand over the flying sword!”
“Here!”
Jun Changxiao took out a top-tier flying sword, then poured all his power into his right hand and hurled it forcefully into the distance.
“Swish!”
One elder rushed over.
“Whoosh—”
Seizing this opportunity, Jun Changxiao piloted his flying sword and narrowly broke through under the energy bombardment of three powerhouses, then stuck out his tongue as he fled toward Phoenix Roost Immortal Mountain.
……
“Creak!”
At a building resembling a Daoist temple, the door was gently pushed open.
Taixuan Laoren, who’d been suffering from insomnia lately, walked out and looked toward the originally clear sky gradually being shrouded by dark clouds, saying bitterly: “This ominous portent is probably arriving.”
“Taixuan Senior!”
Suddenly, a voice came from the distance: “Quickly save me!”
“Hmm?”
Hearing this, Taixuan Laoren’s face showed astonishment, then as if remembering something, exclaimed: “That’s the young person’s voice from when he entered the Taixuan Cave Mansion!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Abundant spiritual sense surged forth, spreading toward the cry for help, instantly capturing a young person stepping on a flying sword in desperate flight, with four powerhouses at upper-level Void Breaking Realm in hot pursuit behind him.
“That’s not right!”
Taixuan Laoren said incredulously: “It’s only been ten years, how has he already ascended to the Upper Realm?”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In the distant firmament, various sword qi energies bombarded down. Although Jun Changxiao dodged many, he was still struck in the back, then fled in extreme disarray while raising a megaphone to shout: “Master, quickly save me!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
More sword qi shot forth.
From the gathered energy, if Jun Changxiao used the Great Sage set to withstand it forcefully, he would definitely be injured from consuming massive defensive power.
Damn it!
I’ll fight you all!
Gou Sheng’s eyes flashed with determination—he was about to use the Irrecoverable Blade when suddenly he felt a powerful air wave surge from the mountain peak ahead. A white-robed elder appeared suspended behind him out of nowhere, lightly waving both hands to sweep away all the various sword qi.
“This……”
Jun Changxiao was stunned.
Suddenly appearing by flash-step, suspended in midair without flying treasure support—all of this represented that the opponent’s strength was extremely formidable!
“Child.”
Taixuan Laoren faced away from Gou Sheng, smiling: “I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon.”
That familiar voice!
Jun Changxiao’s heart filled with great joy: “Se…Master!”
Taixuan Laoren frowned slightly: “This old one has cultivated alone until now and has never taken disciples, you……”
“Master!”
Jun Changxiao hurriedly said: “This disciple obtained profound martial arts at the Taixuan Cave Mansion, thereby ascending to the Upper Realm. According to propriety, you are my master and I am your cross-generational successor!”
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