915: Chapter 0915: Like-minded People 915: Chapter 0915: Like-minded People Mount Hua, the foremost of the West Great Mountains.

Compared to Mount Tai, this mountain’s strangeness, danger, and height absolutely leave one dumbstruck.

In another world, Mount Hua was already steep and straight.

In this world, it was even more so.

Looking from below, it soared into the clouds.

The mountain had five peaks, all above eight or nine thousand meters.

Long Fei and Chu Feng, along with two others, stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the peaks shrouded in mist, all feeling a sense of temporal disorientation.

Only Mount Everest, from the outside world, could probably match the height of this mountain.

Who knows, with the mountain’s incredible height, could it truly be as the legends say?

As high as ten thousand zhang, on level with the heavens?

Above the sky, streaks of sword light flashed by, like rainbows tracing bright lines.

This time, the four major Sects had gathered over a hundred thousand Cultivators to besiege Mystic Yin Sect, truly a grand spectacle.

In this world, Cultivators at the Core Formation Stage could fly with their swords.

Because Spiritual Energy was abundant, spiritual power, once depleted, could be immediately replenished, so there was no fear of running out mid-flight.

The Mystic Yin Sect was located on Goddess Peak at the west foothills of Mount Hua.

Disciples with high Cultivation Levels ascended by flying with their swords.

Loose Cultivators with lower Cultivation Levels, and other Cultivators with various motives, all took the mountain paths to ascend.

This world’s Mount Hua was not developed into a tourist spot, with neither stone stairs nor any cable cars.

To ascend, one relied entirely on their own two legs.

Paths carved out by Cultivators were packed with people from top to bottom.

At narrow stretches, there was only room for one person to climb.

Long Fei and the other three mingled with the crowd, climbing upwards.

Unhurried, they casually chatted with those around them, gathering information about this world.

Their companions were disciples of Joyful Union Sect, and by the name alone, it was clear this was no orthodox Sect.

Their eldest senior brother, Liuu Jiangnan, had a pale complexion, clearly indicating a body drained of its substance.

Yet, he boasted non-stop to Long Fei and the other three about how formidable their Joyful Union Technique was and that it originated from the Yellow Emperor’s Inner Alchemy.

If one could sleep with three thousand beautiful women, one could immediately ascend and achieve immortality.

They joined this siege for the opportunity to take advantage, hoping to capture a few female Disciples of Mystic Yin Sect as furnaces for cultivation.

Long Fei curiously asked Liuu Jiangnan, “What’s your master’s Cultivation Level now?”

With pride, Liuu Jiangnan said, “Not hiding anything from you two fine brothers, our master is only in his forties, and he has already broken through to the Core Formation Stage.

He flew up the mountain just now, far beyond what any of us can compare to.”

“Truly remarkable!”

“Admirable, admirable!”

Long Fei and Chu Feng complimented in unison.

Liuu Jiangnan, swelling with pride, said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoists, since we’re fated to meet, let me tell you some good news.

I heard that Mystic Yin Sect found a Saintess a few months ago.

That Saintess is like a Fairy from the heavens in appearance, and her Cultivation Technique is top-notch.

A few days ago, a master from Mount Shu came challenging, and the Saintess took the field once, killing five or six experts in the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm!”

“Really?”

Long Fei raised his eyebrow, and his heart skipped a beat.

He asked Liuu Jiangnan, “How did you come to know about this?”

Liuu Jiangnan chuckled and said, “Oh, that’s simple.

My master captured a female Disciple from Mystic Yin Sect a few days ago.

Once he used our Joyful Union Technique, she confessed everything.”

“Impressive, impressive!”

Long Fei praised again, but his heart ached.

He owed Wang Xiaoya too much.

If the Saintess truly was Wang Xiaoya, he would definitely save Mystic Yin Sect.

At four thousand meters up the mountain, there was a large stone archway.

Engraved on the archway were three big characters: “Mystic Yin Sect.”

This was the entrance to Mystic Yin Sect—beyond the stone gateway was a flat area amidst the difficult mountain paths.

The main camp for the siege against Mystic Yin Sect was established here, now crowded with over ten thousand people.

Despite the spacious mountainside, which was also the Martial Arts Field of the Mystic Yin Sect Disciples, the ground was pocked and uneven, all the marks crushed by forced air.

Long Fei and the other three, upon reaching the area, had not yet approached when they heard an ongoing barrage of booming combat noises.

On the plains, a battle was underway.

In this world, it was typically the masters who made the first move.

Only after the masters were defeated would it be the disciples’ turn, somewhat reminiscent of the chivalrous spirit of ancient wars.

This way of fighting was actually the result of objective circumstances.

A Nascent Soul Realm master could withstand tens of thousands of Core Formation Stage disciples.

The gap between realms was truly like that between heaven and earth.

Numbers, no matter how great, did not play a decisive role in the wars of this world.

So, battles usually started with the masters battling it out.

If the masters couldn’t resolve it, then it would be the turn of those below them.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen people in the fray, and Long Fei noticed that they all were at the Nascent Soul Realm.

The combating parties, one side was an old man, the other a senior old woman.

The Mystic Yin Sect, coming from Mount Hua’s Three Holy Mothers, seemed to also possess some heritage, and unexpectedly hid so many experts.

The aura of the Nascent Soul Realm was continuously spreading in all directions, forcing the many disciples on the field to retreat.

Both sides used their magical treasures, and after battling for half an hour, neither could determine a victor.

The old man got tired and retreated, replacing him with disciples to take over the fight.

Long Fei looked over and saw Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s Zhang Qingyang and several Inner Sect Disciples from Mount Shu all stepping forward.

Their cultivation levels were all at the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

A breakthrough was just a matter of time, and the battle was also a trial set by their elders.

After a while, Liuu Jiangnan came over with a white-haired old man, greeting Long Fei with a shout, “Fellow Daoist Long, Fellow Daoist Chu.”

“Brother Liuu, who might this elder be?”

Long Fei and Chu Feng turned around and greeted with a fist and a palm salute respectively.

Looking proud, Liuu Jiangnan introduced, “This is my master, Shenxu Daoist!”

“Ah?”

Long Fei and Chu Feng were both taken aback, wondering how someone supposedly in their forties looked as old as someone in their seventies or eighties.

Shenxu Daoist fixated on the four, having intended to gauge their cultivation levels, but instead felt as if he was looking at flowers through fog.

Such a feeling only occurred when faced with someone whose cultivation level was higher than one’s own.

He had initially held himself with a bit of pride, but soon became very enthusiastic, “The two fellow Daoists are courteous; may I ask under whom did you train?”

Asking for one’s Sect upon meeting was the custom of this world.

It was akin to asking in the other world where one was employed.

If you said a government official, living off the public coffers, the other person would look on enviously and try to make connections.

If you said you were a construction worker, they might make some polite conversation before walking away.

Long Fei, as usual, spun his tale: ” If I may be frank with the elder, we are disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.”

“Divine Sword Sect?”

Shenxu Daoist exclaimed in surprise, “Mount Tai Divine Sword Sect?”

“Yes!”

Long Fei maintained a calm expression.

Shenxu Daoist hurriedly waved over his disciples, bowing solemnly to the four, “Oh my, I didn’t realize you were esteemed disciples from there; I truly have been disrespectful!”

Being part of a first-class Sect here was to be in the highest tier, as prestigious as a state-level institution in the secular world, and much admired by others.

Liuu Jiangnan pulled his master aside and whispered, “Master, could you have been mistaken?

Would upper echelon disciples walk up the mountain?”

“This is called being low-key; what do you know!”

Shenxu Daoist chided, then turned to Long Fei with puzzlement, “May I ask if the Divine Sword Sect is also taking action here?”

Long Fei brazenly lied, “No, my fellow disciples and I are just passing by to join in the excitement.

Truth be told, we share the same goal as everyone else here; we’re hoping to find a romantic connection.”

Liuu Jiangnan admired inwardly, thinking to himself that the disciples from the big Sects really were different; even their speech was pleasant to listen to.

To seek women, yet speaking of finding a romantic connection.

He really had underestimated them earlier on the road.

Shenxu Daoist was even more delighted, “So, you are fellow seekers!

”

He looked around and whispered mysteriously, “I’ll not hide it from you two; I have a secret passage that leads directly to the Mystic Yin Sect’s stronghold.

Would you dare to join us in ascending it?”