Chapter 355

Dongting Lake was vast and misty, and one could not see the end of it. If the waves were not slightly smaller, it would look like the sea.

Liu Xiaolou had bypassed the Hunan and Hubei lines many times, and the journey added up to more than four or five hundred li, and this was not completely finished, which showed how big this lake was.

And in the center of this vast blue lake was the world-famous blessed land—Junshan.

Junshan was a mountain, and even more so an island. The boat moved very fast, and he didn't know what kind of magic was cast on this boat. There was clearly no wind on the lake, but a strong wind rose by the side of the boat, blowing the sails full, carrying the small boat to cut through the water and advance rapidly toward the center of the lake.

After about an hour, he saw a high mountain standing in the vast water area ahead. The waist of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, covering the entire upper part, and he could not see the details.

The small boat sailed faster and faster. After another half an hour, it arrived at the foot of the mountain. Looking up, the mountain was indeed majestic, probably no less than two hundred zhang high. Where was there any appearance of a lake-center island? Compared with the big mountains in Xiangxi, it was not inferior at all. The difference was that Junshan was just a solitary peak, without the vastness of continuous mountain ranges, but in the flat lake all around, it looked even more spectacular.

The whole mountain was like a giant stone pillar, not knowing where it flew from, inserted here, and from then on it became an island.

This was the impression Junshan left on Liu Xiaolou.

As soon as the boat docked, he vaguely sensed a wave of spiritual power. This wave of spiritual power was quite obscure and difficult to understand, flickering, and he couldn't even sense the direction. His heart sank: The mountain-protecting array of Junshan seemed to be quite different from those he had come into contact with. Why couldn't he sense the orientation?

It was not until he got off the boat and went up the mountain path, looking down at the lake surface, that he had some realization. This array should have hidden the array eye under the water, and the traces of the array's operation were covered by water vapor. Even a famous expert proficient in array techniques, such as Diao Daoyi, or even Tang Song himself, might not be able to see the details.

The small path wound on the steep cliff and extended upward. When he climbed to thirty zhang high, he suddenly drilled into a cliff crack. So Liu Xiaolou and the others also followed the cliff peak in, passed through a dim stone cave, and after turning a corner, the scene suddenly opened up.

All around were still steep and towering mountain walls, straight into the clouds. Waterfalls of all sizes hung down from the cliff walls, like strips of white jade silk. In the middle were thousands of acres of natural lawn, and small mountain peaks of more than ten zhang high were scattered among the lawns, each with excellent scenery.

Between the green pines and cypresses on each mountain peak, there was an exquisite courtyard, which was where the mountain gates of each branch of the Qingyu Sect were located.

Who would have thought that Junshan, which looked like a single peak from the outside, was so beautiful on the inside, like a small world!

"This is the trend of mountains hidden within mountains," Han Gao sighed.

"Yes... how many mountains must be hidden? Han Xiong, have you never been here?" Liu Xiaolou asked.

The deacon smiled and led the way in front: "In our Junshan, there are thirty-six pavilion mountains hidden inside, one mountain one pavilion, one pavilion one mountain. Sect Master Liu, your sect will temporarily reside in Langyin Pavilion Mountain..."

Before long, they arrived at the foot of Langyin Pavilion Mountain. This small mountain head, more than ten zhang high, occupied about ten acres. Only after truly entering it did he discover that the whole mountain was hollow, but it looked natural, not carved by later generations. It was truly a work of ghosts and gods, and it was indeed one pavilion one mountain.

The Three Mystical Sect was arranged in a stone cave in the southwest corner of Langyin Pavilion Mountain. It was called a stone cave, but it was actually a small courtyard composed of five stone houses. Lin Shuangyu occupied the largest and innermost one. The stone house on her left hand belonged to Su Jing, the one on her right belonged to Wu Changgeng, the side room on the northeast side was occupied by Song Axia, and Liu Xiaolou went to the one near the exit himself.

"Haha, I am the Sect Master, and I need to go in and out a lot, so this one at the door is just right. None of you should fight with me!"

In this way, everyone returned to their own places to meditate and adjust their breath.

Seeing that Han Gao had no place, Liu Xiaolou stopped him again: "Han Xiong, if it is convenient, please live with me. I still need to ask for a lot of advice on cultivation!"

Han Gao followed in: "I was just about to discuss with the Sect Master... This room is not bad, quite big..."

After traveling together for two days, Zang Qianli had almost figured out the path of the Three Mystical Sect, so he invited: "Sect Master Liu, please follow me to pay respects to Elder Bai. After listening to the instructions, we will go to receive the elixirs and magic talismans."

Liu Xiaolou's eyes lit up, thinking to himself, is there such a good thing? If it were a loose cultivator who was conscripted, he would not have this treatment. He was conscripted by the Qingyuan Sect before, but he didn't get a single spirit elixir, even though he was Foundation Establishment!

The Zhanglong Sect sent more than thirty people this time, fewer than expected, and Liu Xiaolou recognized even fewer, because most of those who came were elders, disciples, inner sect deacons, etc., with strong combat strength. Those deacons who were responsible for handling miscellaneous affairs and often dealt with loose cultivators, such as the Sixth Deacon who guarded the mountain gate and led the way, basically didn't come this time.

On this, Liu Xiaolou asked Zang Qianli for advice: "Our Zhanglong Sect has fewer people, and it seems that the momentum is not strong. When dividing the spoils in the future, will the benefits be snatched away by other sects? I remember that when the three sects besieged Wulong Mountain, our Zhanglong Sect sent seven or eight hundred people, right? And the Great Battle of Zhuoshui was even more than a thousand."

Zang Qianli explained: "This time is different. It is not a life-and-death battle, but a negotiation. In the final analysis, Jin Ting Mountain and Junshan have had no great hatred in the past. It is for an ancient cave dwelling. Neither side will retreat because the other side has many people, so there should be no great battle. Even if there is, it will be very restrained and will not form a bloody battle of life and death. Just come with some people who can fight; there is no need for dead soldiers to charge."

Once said this, Liu Xiaolou felt relieved, and his shoulders felt much lighter. For a moment, he even had the thought of going to the battlefield to see it.

Maybe I, Sect Master Liu, can also kill a general in battle?

If I make a contribution for the fellow cultivators of Jingxiang, what benefits should my Three Mystical Sect want?

Um, first of all, I must confirm that my Three Mystical Sect will re-establish itself on Wulong Mountain. The past should be uncovered, especially Mount Tiannu must not bite and not let go. This must not only be promised by Mount Tiannu, but also guaranteed by the Zhanglong Sect, Qingyu Sect, and Dongyang Sect.

Secondly, see if there is a chance to get more things. The elixirs, spiritual materials, and magic tools on Ganzhu Ridge are still a bit lacking. It is best to gather more things, and after returning, refine the mountain-protecting array. After all, a sect without a mountain-protecting array is too much like a loose cultivator, and it feels like it can't be on the table.

Thirdly...

I haven't thought about it yet, and I arrived in front of Elder Bai. I asked well, listened to him explain a few simple sentences—there was nothing useful, just waiting for the next step of arrangement, and then went out.

Just after going out, Elder Bai chased out again: "Qianli, take more healing elixirs for the Three Mystical Sect. I heard that they have disciples who are injured? Be sure to cure them before the battle... Also, give them a bottle of Heart-Base Immortal Blood Elixir from Mount Tiannu!"