Chapter 28: The Four Great Forces Gather at Luoxue Mountain

Yun Zhongque waved his hand, and a streak of light shot into mid-air, transforming into a large ship resembling white jade.

A restrained yet vast aura spread out.

"This is the Jade Dragon Boat, the Magic Treasure we are to ride for this trip."

"Everyone, board the ship immediately."

After speaking, he and Yan Qingxuan were the first to fly into the ship.

"Is this a Magic Treasure?"

Everyone looked at the Jade Dragon Boat, all revealing expressions of shock.

Wang Jianqiang also looked up at the white jade ship in the sky, his expression shaken.

A Magic Tool is merely an Immortal Dao implement used by cultivators at the Qi Refining Stage.

Above Magic Tools are Spirit Tools; only by reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage can one wield a Spirit Tool.

And a Magic Treasure can only be used by cultivators at least at the Golden Core Stage.

This was his first time seeing a Magic Treasure with his own eyes.

Although its aura was in a state of restraint, it still made him feel a sense of oppression like facing a vast ocean.

He did not doubt that if this Magic Treasure were to unleash its full aura, the aura alone would be enough to crush all the Disciples present to death.

Whoosh

Whoosh

Whoosh

Watching one figure after another fly into the Jade Dragon Boat, Wang Jianqiang looked at Wang Yuyao, "Let's go up too."

After speaking.

The two rose into the air and entered the Jade Dragon Boat.

The Hehuan Sect and Luoxue Mountain are separated by one hundred thousand miles.

Even if a cultivator at Qi Refining Perfection did not consider consumption and flew at full speed without sleep or rest, it would take at least a month.

But under the speed of the Jade Dragon Boat, they arrived at Luoxue Mountain in just one day.

"The entrance to the Secret Realm has arrived."

Inside the Jade Dragon Boat, Yun Zhongque waved his arm.

The Jade Dragon Boat was retracted.

Wang Jianqiang only felt a blur before his eyes; when his vision returned to normal, he discovered he had already arrived at the summit of a great mountain.

In the sky, snowflakes were falling continuously.

Looking around, every corner of the mountain was covered in thick, perennial white snow that never melted.

"Eh? Yan Qingxuan?"

"I didn't expect that this time the Hehuan Sect would actually have you and Daoist Friend Yun Zhongque leading the team!"

A surprised voice suddenly came.

Wang Jianqiang looked in the direction the voice came from.

Not far from them, there was another group of people waiting here.

Regardless of gender, everyone in this group had a sturdy build with bulging muscles.

The speaker was precisely the leader of this group.

An old man with gray hair.

He looked very old, his level of senility no less than Wang Jianqiang's, as if he were on the verge of death.

Yet the skin on his body did not have the slightest wrinkle, and exaggerated muscles stretched his robes high; the robes that should have been loose were tightly wrapped around his body, displaying astonishing elasticity.

It was just like putting an old man's head on a young fitness coach's body; no matter how one looked at it, it was discordant.

The four great Immortal Dao forces of the Northern Territory... Hehuan Sect, Xuanqing Palace, Wan Jian Sect, and Zhengyang Sect.

It is rumored that the people of the Zhengyang Sect specialize in the physical body.

Since these people's bodies were so exaggerated, they must be from the Zhengyang Sect.

Wang Jianqiang sized up this group of people, lost in thought.

At the same time, Yan Qingxuan looked at the muscular old man, and a cold voice came from beneath her veil.

"Jia Wenchang, are you surprised that I could come?"

"Indeed, a bit surprised."

The muscular old man Jia Wenchang seemed to have anticipated Yan Qingxuan's tone long ago and smiled indifferently, "Fairy Qingxuan was, after all, the number one genius of the Hehuan Sect who shook the Northern Territory back then."

"It's just that I don't know why you haven't left the sect since seventy years ago; the outside world all rumors that you suffered heavy injuries and couldn't recover, and there are even rumors that you have fallen."

"Now it seems, the rumors appear to be somewhat untrue."

Yan Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and she did not respond.

Jia Wenchang smiled and turned his gaze to Yun Zhongque, "Elder Yun Zhongque, the last time the Secret Realm opened, it was you and I leading the teams; now thirty years have passed in a flash, and we meet again."

Yun Zhongque responded with a smile, and the two began to chat.

Compared to the harmony between the leading Elders, the situation between the Disciples of the two sects was the exact opposite.

Everyone was very clear that once they entered the Cold Pool Secret Realm, they would be life-and-death competitors.

As they looked at each other, the provocation was full, as if sparks were about to fly.

Wang Jianqiang was in the crowd, sizing up the Zhengyang Sect Disciples one by one.

"Be careful of those two people behind Jia Wenchang."

Just then, a voice suddenly entered his mind.

Wang Jianqiang was startled and looked at Yan Qingxuan at the front of the group.

The latter did not look at him, as if the voice transmission just now had not come from her.

Wang Jianqiang smiled and cast his gaze toward the Zhengyang Sect group.

Standing behind Jia Wenchang were a man and a woman.

The man was nearly two meters tall, bare-chested, his entire body covered in exaggerated muscle lines, full of a sense of power.

The woman was half a head taller than the man, with delicate features, but the muscles on her body were no less impressive than the man's; the exaggerated muscles caused her dress to bulge high.

Immediately, the Attribute Panel of the two appeared in his mind.

"Name: Yang Yun:

Gender: Male

Cultivation: Qi Refining Consummation

Age: 29 years old

Root Bone: Earth-Water Dual Spiritual Root

Good and Evil Value: -50"

"Name: Su Su

Gender: Female

Cultivation: Qi Refining Consummation

Age: 28 years old

Root Bone: Earth-Wood Dual Spiritual Root

Good and Evil Value: -50"

Unsurprisingly, both of their cultivations had reached Qi Refining Consummation.

It stood to reason that their true combat power would not be weaker than the likes of Ye Lingyun.

Moreover, as Top-tier Prodigies of the Outer Sect like them, their accumulation during the Qi Refining Stage was likely already sufficient, and they must certainly be carrying a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Although they were only at the Qi Refining Stage now, after entering the Secret Realm, they would surely break through to Foundation Establishment rapidly.

As for the Good and Evil Value.

He was not surprised.

After all, once they entered the Secret Realm, they would be competitors; fighting to the death was perfectly normal.

It would be strange if there were any good feelings.

Just as Wang Jianqiang looked at the two, they seemed to sense it, their gazes like lightning, looking at Wang Jianqiang in unison.

"Such keen perception, truly not simple!"

Wang Jianqiang raised an eyebrow and withdrew his gaze without a trace.

"The woman of these two is named Su Su, the first place in this Zhengyang Sect Outer Sect Competition, the man is named Yang Yun, the second place..."

Yan Qingxuan's voice sounded in his mind again, and she pointed out the top ten of the Zhengyang Sect Outer Sect Competition for him one by one.

Wang Jianqiang looked at them one by one and memorized all these people.

Whoosh~

Just then, a sound of breaking air suddenly rang out.

A giant sword arrived rapidly and then stopped above everyone.

The next moment, dozens of figures leaped down from the giant sword.

These people were all sharp-edged, like peerless precious swords, sharp and unparalleled.

Although Wang Jianqiang did not know these people, the characteristics on them were too obvious.

In an instant, he guessed their origin.

Wan Jian Sect!

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Qingfeng, you are a bit late this time."

Jia Wenchang was just like a social butterfly.

After the people from the Wan Jian Sect descended, he laughed loudly and looked over.

The person leading the Wan Jian Sect was a middle-aged man in green robes.

Hearing this, he looked at Jia Wenchang and nodded, "Daoist Friend Jia."

"Fellow Daoist Qingfeng." After Jia Wenchang spoke, Yun Zhongque also looked at Qingfeng with a smile.

"Daoist Friend Yun Zhongque."

Qingfeng nodded toward Yun Zhongque.

When he saw Yan Qingxuan beside Yun Zhongque, just like Jia Wenchang when he saw Yan Qingxuan, he also revealed a look of surprise, "Daoist Friend Yan? I didn't expect you to come to this trip to the Cold Pool Secret Realm as well."

"If I remember correctly, this should be your first time leaving the sect in the last ten years, right?"

Yan Qingxuan nodded with a cold face and did not speak.

However, the next moment, Yan Qingxuan's reminder sounded in Wang Jianqiang's mind.

"That woman is named Liu Qing'er, the first place in this year's Wan Jian Sect Outer Sect Competition, the person carrying two swords is named Jian Jiu, ranked second..."

Wang Jianqiang looked over one by one according to Yan Qingxuan's indications.

His gaze paused on Liu Qing'er for a moment.

This Liu Qing'er was unexpectedly young, only eighteen years old!

Although she did not carry a Flying Sword like the other Wan Jian Sect disciples, and her aura was not as sharp as the other Wan Jian Sect disciples.

But if one sensed carefully, one could feel a hidden sharpness on her.

This sharpness seemed to contain a will to cut through everything, which was incredibly astonishing.

As for the Good and Evil Value.

It was likewise only -50 points.

Whoosh~

Just as Wang Jianqiang was sizing up the Disciples of the Wan Jian Sect, the sound of something breaking through the air came once again.

Everyone looked over.

A magnificent palace flew toward them.

Seeing this palace, Jia Wenchang laughed, "The people from Xuanqing Palace have also arrived; everyone is finally here."

As he spoke, the palace was already hovering above everyone's heads.

The next moment, the palace flashed and vanished from sight.

Dozens of figures appeared in mid-air and then slowly descended to the ground.

The person in the lead was a beautiful woman in palace attire.

Her gaze swept across the crowd.

When she saw Yan Qingxuan, her pupils constricted.

"Yan Qingxuan, you actually haven't died yet?"