CHAPTER 811: CHAPTER 409: BATTLE AT THE MOUNTAIN SUMMIT

The elder of the Zheng family is named Zheng Longshou, but few people address him by name; everyone, upon meeting this old gentleman, uses various respectful titles instead.

The Zheng Clan boasts a prominent status, and Zheng Longshou, even without considering his family’s prestige, is still regarded as a remarkable individual.

Since he proclaimed himself Clan Leader of the Zheng Clan, significant events have occurred each year, during which he’s braved the gales and tempests of era changes.

Many old families became worthless in such storms, yet the Zheng Clan weathered the epoch’s tempest, standing tall to this day.

Zheng Longshou indeed has reasons to be proud, and can indeed disregard Lin Beichen.

However, when Lin Beichen exuded a murderous aura, Zheng Longshou’s heart tightened, belatedly realizing something.

The era is changing, but his experiences and age have already fallen behind.

With the era’s progression, he has gradually been left behind.

Could it be that he was wrong?

Have the cultivators of this era already gained enough power to shake the great clans?

A hint of unease suddenly arose in Zheng Longshou’s heart.

For today’s sake, he’s expended great costs and went as far as to invite experts from Xiang Island.

From the thirty-five extraordinary Grandmasters of Xiang Island, he invited more than half to assist.

Some came for money, some out of diligence, yet all respected Zheng Longshou’s face.

Counting Mr. Gao, just on Jiulong Mountain alone, there are no fewer than ten super-strong individuals.

And he still has an ace up his sleeve, Zhou Kuangtian.

Yet now, even with Zhou Kuangtian present, he feels uneasy.

"Mr. Lin, there might be a misunderstanding between us. How about we go down the mountain now, I’ll host a banquet, and we can chat over dinner?"

Zheng Longshou said.

"You’re not worthy of inviting me to a meal."

Lin Beichen said flatly.

As these words were spoken, Zheng Longshou’s body trembled violently, seemingly stirred.

Yet Lin Beichen no longer looked at him; instead, his figure flashed, turning into a streak of light, soaring past the Rising Dragon Pavilion.

Behind the Rising Dragon Pavilion is another high mountain.

Nine mountains in total, each taller than the last.

The mountain where Lin Beichen stood was the highest among Jiulong Mountain.

When Lin Beichen reached the summit, myriad rays radiated as golden light swept across, sunlight piercing through the clouds to illuminate the earth below.

The landscape was majestic, the scenery limitless, as if the world was shrouded in a thick aura of Spiritual Qi.

"In this limitless universe, even if we struggle for a hundred years, we are but ants.

The difference between an ephemera and a Kunpeng is insurmountable. The longer I cultivate, the more despair I feel. What about you?"

A gentle voice resounded; in the sunlight, a Daoist-robe-clad elder slowly approached.

This elder, nearing eighty, had some wrinkles on his face yet his eyes were incredibly bright and pure, like two crystal gems.

On him, a fearsome aura swirled, resembling an abyss that could draw in everyone’s gaze, inextricably.

This man is renowned throughout Xiang Island for decades, praised as the Southern Master, Zhou Kuangtian!

Famous for his exploits at Jiulong Pool, versed in multiple cultivation forms, and ultimately astounding Xiang Island with his invincible record, the master now resembled an ordinary fortune-teller by the street, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Young brother, I thought you might fall ill and not come. I didn’t expect you to have such courage, arriving a day earlier than me."

"Do you so desire death?"

The old man’s first sentence seemed to reminisce, but when the next was spoken, his murderous aura suddenly erupted, like endless terrifying flames, instantly engulfing Lin Beichen.

The Spiritual Qi around Lin Beichen frantically danced; in the sky, the sun burned brilliantly, and within the clouds, countless deadly intents seemed to coalesce.

"You said that you are but an ant and an ephemera, yet I am not merely a Kunpeng. Why should I fear you?"

Lin Beichen gazed calmly at the opponent, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Upon truly meeting Zhou Kuangtian, he perceived that Zhou Kuangtian’s body was already approaching a Leakless Body.

Mystic Sect!

This master, though renowned throughout Xiang Island for decades, revered by many as a Grandmaster, still concealed his true power from the world.

Zhou Kuangtian’s true strength had already surpassed the Celestial Gate, possessing profound understanding of Spiritual Qi techniques.

Lin Beichen marveled inwardly.

In terms of perception and manipulation of Spiritual Qi, this person, although not as skilled as Qin Wenwu, was not far behind.

If Qin Wenwu were still alive, even a fierce battle with this person might remain unresolved for decades.

Yet, he mastered the Spiritual Qi Technique without truly understanding the Cultivation Method.

Beyond the Celestial Gate, to cross into the Mystic Sect, requires true Unity of Heaven and Man.

And Unity of Heaven and Man demands transformation of the physical body, complete fusion with Spiritual Qi, achieving a Leakless Body.

Lin Beichen, being the founder of the Celestial Gate and master of myriad Spiritual Qi, even he, with his extraordinary enlightenment, could only barely achieve the Withered Prosperity Body.

Going further, with the current Spiritual Qi concentration in the world, is still overly difficult.

Lin Beichen’s ultimate goal in coming to Xiang Island was not debt collection but resource gathering, to prepare for the array at Mingzhu Port.

"Your talent is not bad, but still somewhat lacking."

Lin Beichen evaluated.

Zhou Kuangtian was slightly taken aback, a glint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.