Arid Province.
Xuantian Sect.
There was a plump middle-aged man, looking a lot like the Maitreya Buddha, strolling around happily while fiddling with two high-quality Thunder Sound walnuts.
Suddenly, he noticed that the defensive formation had been activated. Surprised, he turned his head to see a rather ordinary-looking guy, filled with celestial energy, appearing outside the Xuantian Sect.
“Here again?”
Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak raised an eyebrow and rushed over on a cloud.
At that moment, Liu Qingming, who was intercepted outside, was quite startled. How come the defensive formation of Xuantian Sect felt even stronger than the Xuantian Holy Land?
Is that even reasonable?
He had planned to visit openly, but thinking about the demon head possibly causing trouble, he couldn’t help but get some sneaky ideas and aimed to sneak in to check things out.
However, before he could even step inside, his identity was revealed by the all-seeing defensive formation and he was stopped outside the Xuantian Sect.
With no other choice, Liu Qingming had to prepare to go through the front gate and have the disciple guarding the entrance announce his arrival.
Just then, he saw a chubby middle-aged figure on a cloud rapidly approaching him.
Liu Qingming’s eyes lit up, he cleared his throat, smiled, and clasped his hands in greeting, “Friend, I am an envoy from the Xuantian Holy Land. I have come specifically to visit your esteemed sect. Could you be so kind?”
Across a shimmering barrier, the Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak smiled broadly and enunciated clearly, “Get lost!!”
“Uh…” Liu Qingming’s smile stiffened on his face, his mouth twitching wildly.
Seriously? That’s excessive!
Liu Qingming didn’t expect the attitude from the Xuantian Sect to be so dreadful, treating an outsider like this!
First thing out of his mouth is “get lost?!”
He suppressed his anger and forced a smile, saying, “Friend, perhaps you didn’t hear me correctly. I am from the Xuantian Holy Land, you know, number one among the four great sacred grounds in the Central Region. This time, my lord sent me specifically to understand your sect’s situation, as there might be some connections between us, so I kindly ask you to make this convenient.”
As he spoke, Liu Qingming took out an ancient token with the words “Xuantian” on it, exuding an aura of age.
This time, the Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak laughed even more, placing extra emphasis on his words, “Get lost!!!”
Liu Qingming: “……”
Are you kidding me? Two times in a row?!
Is the Xuantian Sect this arrogant to treat someone from the Xuantian Holy Land like this?
Liu Qingming was enraged. If this had been a while ago, any cultivator representing the Xuantian Holy Land could walk around with swagger in the Central Region.
Absolute prestige, all the major factions would treat them with respect.
But now…
Here he was, making this long trip, and hadn’t even crossed the threshold before being repeatedly chased away.
Who can endure this?!
The Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak grinned, looking at Liu Qingming like he was a performing monkey.
Hmph, still trying to trick me?
Last time, a group of Immortals from the Central Region sweet-talked me and I ended up enthusiastically leading them into the sect, almost causing a disaster.
Now you think I’ll fall for the same trick again just because I look a bit chubby and gullible?
Suddenly.
A deep, steady voice came from behind, “Brother Jin, what are you doing?”
The speaker was the Sect Master, Xu Yonian.
Xu Yonian came hovering with hands clasped behind his back, eyeing the Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak with a peculiar expression as he faced off against this unfamiliar Immortal.
“Master, you’ve come at the right time! This jerk claims he’s from the Xuantian Holy Land and came specifically to visit me at the Xuantian Sect, and he keeps saying there’s some connection between us! Is that a load of nonsense or what?” The Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak glared at Liu Qingming, mocking him.
Liu Qingming felt like he was going to cough up blood from anger. How dare this fat guy insult me?!
At this moment, he believed all the people from the Xuantian Sect were unreasonable. No wonder even the Red Demon would hang around here—they were all in the same filthy bunch.
Just as Liu Qingming was about to huff and turn back, Sect Master Xu Yonian jolted, breathing rapidly, “Wait, you’re from the Xuantian Holy Land?!”
Liu Qingming froze and nodded, “That’s right.”
“Since that’s the case, could you kindly demonstrate the Xuantian Technique on the spot to prove yourself?” Xu Yonian calmed down and composed himself.
Xuantian Technique is a unique secret art of the Xuantian Sect, only core Elders are qualified to cultivate it—similar to the Yuhua Ascension Technique of Yuhua Sect.
Liu Qingming felt like he had a chance, and without hesitation, he immediately began his demonstration.
He placed his hands in specific gestures, an overwhelming aura of terrifying runes revolving around him, exuding a brilliant blue light, filled with an ancient and mysterious energy, then started to perform the associated ultimate skills like Xuantian Dragon Grip, Xuantian Finger, Xuantian Infinite Fist…
“Stop, stop, stop! I believe you!” Xu Yonian exclaimed excitedly.
Normally, the Xuantian Technique is an ultimate skill of the Xuantian Holy Land, enough to propel a sect to glory. But, the problem was that only fragments of what the founding ancestor, Real Person Yan, had passed down were available.
There simply wasn’t enough to support future generations in reaching profound realms, which is why the Xuantian Sect had to hide in the Arid Province, struggling on the path of cultivation.
However, this secret must be known only by the sect master, and over the years it had been passed down orally until now with the current master, Xu Yonian.
When Xu Yonian saw Liu Qingming performing an even more exquisite and advanced version of the Xuantian Technique, he was 100% sure, –>
This is someone sent by the Xuantian Holy Land!
Liu Qingming was thrilled too; finally, a normal person!
“Brother Jin, this is a distinguished guest. Quickly let him in!” Xu Yonian urged.
Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak: “???”
The turn of events was beyond his expectations.
He never imagined this time it was the real deal!
Playing with minds, were we?
Swish.
The defensive formation was dismissed, and Liu Qingming was finally allowed to enter the Xuantian Sect.
The Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak scratched his head, revealing an awkward yet polite smile, “Actually, I was just joking with you earlier.”
Liu Qingming smiled and casually replied, “Get lost!”
Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak: “…”
He rubbed his belly, hanging his head, pouting in grievance.
“Ahem, my Brother Jin meant no harm. It’s just that a group of so-called cultivators from the Cangming Dao Sect caused trouble at my Xuantian Sect earlier, but thankfully they were promptly taken care of by Junior Sister Hong.” Xu Yonian explained.
“The Cangming Dao Sect?”
Liu Qingming vaguely sensed a hint of a conspiracy in the air.
Oh, so it turns out the Cangming Dao Sect had already made a huge blunder at the Xuantian Sect, and this had led to the righteous factions from the Central Region coming to hunt down the Red Demon Hong Qianye.
“Wait a minute, the Junior Sister you mentioned, is she named Hong Qianye?!”
Liu Qingming realized, a look of panic washing over his face.
“Yeah.”
“Do you know her identity?”
“Identity? Oh, she’s the chief disciple of the Peak Master of Mysterious Peak.”
“Uh.”
Liu Qingming’s expression stiffened.
It seemed like you all were utterly clueless about the terror of the Red Demon.
Liu Qingming became more convinced that the mastermind behind everything here was none other than the Red Demon Hong Qianye.
The so-called Master was just an image she constructed to confuse outsiders’ judgment.
“Celestial Being, you’ve come from afar; come in and have a seat!” Xu Yonian was warm-hearted, developing a sense of friendliness toward a member of the Xuantian Holy Land.
“Alright, fine.” Liu Qingming hesitated for a moment but ultimately felt he should delve deeper into the tiger’s den to gather more intelligence.
“Master, are we really…” the Peak Master of Fuzhen Peak said in astonishment.
“Hey, I’ll explain everything to you later.” Xu Yonian waved his hand.
As Liu Qingming entered the inner sanctum of the Xuantian Sect, upon seeing the scene akin to paradise, his expression instantly turned to one of dumbfounded awe.
Especially feeling the celestial energy here, which was far more overflowing than at the Xuantian Holy Land, Liu Qingming’s mouth went dry, and several question marks floated in his mind.
What’s going on?
Why is the cultivation environment here even better than at the Xuantian Holy Land?
Mind you, the Xuantian Holy Land boasts eight hundred Immortal Veins, definitely ahead of all the major factions in the Central Region, and how could you, as a branch, have even more than us?
Liu Qingming was shocked and speechless.
He suddenly had the illusion that this place was the true Xuantian Holy Land!
And the one in the Central Region was the fake!