Chapter 33: Reverse Friendship! (Begging for Flowers!) Disgust

Gazing into the distance.

Between heaven and earth, seven towering peaks pierced the clouds.

Majestic and unclimbable!

Their momentum was magnificent and vast.

An ancient and heavy aura permeated the air.

In Lingzhou, the Xuan Sect was considered an extremely old Zong Sect; in terms of founding time, no other sect of the same level could compare.

It was said to date back several thousand years.

"Those are the seven main peaks. Have you decided where to go yet?"

Sun Haishan asked.

"Lingxiao Peak."

Meng Zhangqing withdrew his gaze and said slowly.

Since Lingxiao Peak specialized in the sword path, it was naturally the most suitable for him.

"Very well, then I will take you to Lingxiao Peak."

Sun Haishan nodded.

He showed no surprise at this.

Led by Sun Haishan,

Meng Zhangqing finally arrived at Lingxiao Peak.

He saw that on Shanfeng, whether in the architecture or the scenery, a faint sense of sharpness permeated everything.

Like a mountain of swords.

However, what made Meng Zhangqing slightly puzzled was that there were almost no disciples walking along this path.

It was somewhat desolate.

"Compared to the outer sect, the number of inner sect disciples is naturally smaller,"

Seeming to read Meng Zhangqing's thoughts, Sun Haishan stroked his white beard and said, "and usually they are either in seclusion to cultivate or out on missions, so they are rarely seen on the roads."

Hearing this, Meng Zhangqing understood.

Indeed.

On the path of cultivation, if one does not advance, one retreats; where is there idle time to wander outside?

"From now on, this will be your residence."

Stopping before a courtyard, Sun Haishan said.

"Good."

Meng Zhangqing nodded.

Compared to the outer sect, this courtyard looked much more grand.

It suited the status of an inner sect disciple.

"These are the clothes and token for Lingxiao Peak disciples."

Sun Haishan flipped his right hand.

These two items instantly appeared in his palm.

"A storage ring, then."

Meng Zhangqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

This was a rare item, extremely precious.

But as far as he knew, a storage ring could only be used by warriors who had attained the Sea Opening Realm, requiring true qi.

Yet Sun Haishan was clearly only in the Apoerture Opening Realm.

Dispelling his thoughts, Meng Zhangqing did not overthink it.

In this bizarre and colorful world, many things were not absolute.

Meng Zhangqing reached out and took them.

"I will handle the remaining formalities for you; you just focus on cultivating in peace."

Sun Haishan said with a smile.

For an ordinary disciple, he would not have been so patient, but who could blame him when Meng Zhangqing possessed such potential?

He had comprehended sword momentum.

His future achievements would surely be high.

Being enthusiastic now could be considered an investment in his own future.

However, he was advanced in years and seemed to have no future left himself.

"Additionally, this is the introductory sword technique that all Lingxiao Peak disciples can cultivate."

"Initial-stage Mystic Rank 'Wind and Thunder Sword Art'!"

Sun Haishan produced another secret manual.

Looking at the four large characters on the cover,

Meng Zhangqing's eyes instantly brightened.

A Mystic Rank martial technique!

Outside, this would be a supreme treasure worthy of being passed down as a family heirloom!

Even in the family merchant guild where he came from, there was only one such manual.

However, the cultivation conditions were extremely strict.

So from childhood to adulthood, he never practiced it.

"Since it is an entry-level martial art, everyone must know it; in that case, it will be simple."

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Meng Zhangqing's mouth.

With the System present, to cultivate on his own?

That was merely the most inferior method.

"Eh? Is there a new arrival again?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Meng Zhangqing turned his head to look and saw a figure emerge from beside his courtyard.

He appeared to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

He wore a gray robe.

He carried a long sword on his back.

"You have arrived just in time; let me introduce you. This is Meng Zhangqing, a disciple who was just promoted from the Outer Sect."

Sun Haishan said.

"So you are a junior brother."

Qin Fang's face broke into a smile. "Choosing Lingxiao Peak was a wise decision; only here is the cultivation atmosphere not as strict as on other peaks."

"Just like the Outer Sect."

"My name is Qin Fang; I was once an Outer Sect disciple and entered the Denei Sect ten years ago."

"Senior Brother Qin."

Meng Zhangqing nodded slightly.

At the same time, he looked at the character panel displayed beside Qin Fang.