I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 386 Escalation of Conflict (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Cloud-shrouded peaks, and the shores of a clear lake.

A Nascent Soul cultivator dressed in a straw raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat sat cross-legged on a blue stone. He had an ancient appearance and a carefree and leisurely air about him.

He held a black jade fishing rod, the bait and line dangling into the crystal-clear blue lake water, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility while fishing, feeling the harmony between the spirit of heaven and earth and the rhythm of the water.

Like a gentle breeze blowing across a lake, untouched by dust, this state of mind is just like his name, Willow Brushing in the Wind.

The lake surface rippled gently as a shimmering blue-scaled fish tentatively approached the bait. Liu Fufeng smiled slightly, his breath sharp and focused, waiting for that gentle peck to send a splash of water and the fish into the basket.

call out--

Suddenly, a fleeting sword light swept across the lake almost touching the surface, and the resulting gust of wind instantly dispersed the subtle ripples around the bait. The startled fish flicked its tail and immediately disappeared into the deep water.

Liu Fufeng paused slightly in his grip on the fishing rod, his brows furrowing as he glanced with a hint of helplessness in the direction the sword light had disappeared.

Before long, another sword light shot from the side of the mountain. This time it flew even lower, almost skimming the surface of the lake, leaving a brief ripple in the water.

The splashing water completely disrupted the tranquility of the area.

"........."

Liu Fufeng took a deep breath, suppressing the slight ripples in his heart. It's understandable for young people to be impulsive.

Unfortunately, this was just the beginning.

Next, the sound of swords whistling through the air continued incessantly, as streaks of sword light shot towards the summit of Yunmiao Mountain like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.

Some flew overhead, some passed by, and some even flew low over the lake, the strong winds they generated almost flipping Liu Fufeng's straw hat.

"I'm sorry, Uncle-Master, I'm in a hurry!"

Once, twice, three times... the fish were startled away, and the lake water was disturbed.

Liu Fufeng's calm demeanor finally crumbled, and sparks flew from her usually placid eyes.

When another sword light almost hit his face before abruptly changing direction, Liu Fufeng's last bit of patience collapsed!

"That's unreasonable!"

Liu Fufeng suddenly stood up and slammed the fishing rod to the ground.

"Why are they all rushing to the top of the mountain like their backsides are on fire?"

With a swift movement, leaving only faint ripples in his wake, he vanished from the lakeside in an instant, heading straight for the mountaintop.

The mountaintop, at the edge of the area shrouded in a thin mist.

As soon as Liu Fufeng arrived, he was so shocked by the scene before him that he forgot his anger and was even somewhat dazed.

When did Yunmiao Peak get so many people? Outside the cloud-shrouded formation, a large crowd was bustling about, as noisy as a marketplace in the mortal world.

Dozens of disciples dressed in the Guiyi Sword Pavilion uniforms huddled together, both men and women, mostly at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, with a few even at the middle stage.

They were lined up in a crooked queue, their faces flushed as they scrambled for something.

The swordsman at the front stood beside a wooden plaque, craning his neck to look at the large formation ahead. Beneath the plaque was a vibrant green vine, only as thick as a thumb, that snaked upwards around the wooden pillar. At the top of the vine hung a small storage bag.

Whenever disciples jostled or tried to cut in line, the emerald green vine would silently dart out.

With a crisp 'smack,' the swordsman who had disrupted the order was struck with perfect precision on the buttocks.

It doesn't hurt, but it's enough to intimidate.

This bizarre scene left Liu Fufeng completely stunned.

He usually only liked fishing. To immerse himself in fishing, he completely concealed his aura and consciousness. He really didn't know when Yunmiao Peak, which had never been set foot on before, became a 'scenic spot' with long queues of visitors.

boom!
Suddenly, a figure flew out of the formation in a disheveled state, crashing heavily onto the grass. He jumped up and started cursing.

"You little brat! I'll never forgive you!" The disciple from Guiyi Sword Pavilion had his clothes torn in many places by the sharp sword energy, looking miserable. It was unclear what he had encountered, but he was so angry that his face turned red. He immediately took out a spirit stone and threw it to the vine, and was about to rush in again.

As a result, the spirit stone was not only knocked away by the vines, but also cursed by the many sword cultivators in line.

"Get in line, you good-for-nothing!"

"If you dare cut in line, we'll stab you to death with our swords, believe it or not."

"Get out of here!"

In an instant, the crowd was agitated, and the man could only grit his teeth, grip his sword tightly, and walk to the back of the line to join the queue.

"Brother Xian Teng, it's my turn. Let me in quickly."

The person at the front of the line took out a spirit stone, threw it into his storage bag, and plunged into the thin mist like an arrow.

They originally only accepted three people, but changed the rule because there were more people today.

Everyone lines up to enter; if someone is kicked out, they have to line up again.

In this way, Zhaoming has to face different sword techniques from different sword cultivators at all times. The greater the pressure, the faster he progresses.

This time, less than ten breaths later, the person who had just gone in was beaten out. He was so angry that he cursed a couple of times, but then he suddenly realized what had happened and started laughing wildly again.

"Hahaha, I see! I get it! I get it!"

Liu Fufeng didn't quite understand what these idiots were doing. Making such a racket... just to pay money to get beaten up?
How can you still laugh after getting beaten up?

Liu Fufeng looked around the mountaintop with a puzzled expression, her gaze finally settling on the tranquil shade of the trees a little further away.

The woman, dressed in a light blue dress, was lying comfortably on her side, fast asleep, her breathing deep and even, but that was not the point.

The main point is, why are there door gods even when you're sleeping?
On either side of the woman stood two imposing, jet-black stone lions.

The stone lion carried a heavy, earth-elemental spiritual power, clearly indicating that it was some kind of extremely powerful magical artifact.

Above her head was a fluffy white cloud, which perfectly shielded her from the midday sun. As the cloud drifted by, a cool breeze stirred, ruffling her hair without disturbing her peaceful slumber.

She slept soundly, oblivious to her surroundings, a stark contrast to the noisy, scrambling group of sword cultivators dozens of feet away.

It was as if the commotion outside was nothing more than a soothing melody that helped her fall into a deep sleep.

The Great Way is natural!

Is this the new guy?
They were truly born to be part of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion!

Liu Fufeng nodded appreciatively.

But the place is noisy all day long, which will affect his fishing.

Liu Fufeng went to the very end of the group and grabbed a sword cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm to inquire about the reason. After understanding the situation, Liu Fufeng, whose mind was as calm as the wind, also felt a surge of evil anger.

"You Guiyi Sword Pavilion are utterly inhuman! The head of the Ten Great Sword Pavilions actually instigated your disciples to bully our peaceful Liuyun Pavilion. Do you really think we, Liuyun Pavilion, have no one left to rely on?"

Even clay figures have an earthy nature; the fact that Liuyun Pavilion doesn't compete doesn't mean they're pushovers.

"Very well, very well. It's been quite a few years since I've had a chance to exercise. If you won't let me fish, I'll tear down your Guiyi Sword Pavilion!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Fufeng charged aggressively towards Guiyi Sword Pavilion.

At that time, the Shadowless Sword Master of Guiyi Sword Pavilion was representing Lingxu Sword Sect to receive people from Qingwei Sword Sect and Taichu Sword Sect.

Liu Taozhi and Luo Qingsi, as exchange disciples, have come to Lingxu Sword Sect to report for duty today.

Since an exchange was to be made, the best should be exchanged, and Guiyi Sword Pavilion was naturally the first choice.

No one could have imagined that just after the Shadowless Sword Lord finished praising their Guiyi Sword Pavilion, a stunning sword light descended from the sky and leveled the mountain peak of their Guiyi Sword Pavilion!
　See you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)