Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 114 Heading to Ghost Mountain
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Three months later, in southern Chenzhou.

Guan Zhao Mansion is located near the border between the states of Qi and Chu.

Outside the city, on a desolate hill, stood two groups of cultivators. One group had come out of the city, while the other was about to enter.

They were all dressed in the robes of disciples of the Dongyuan Sect, and the cold wind blew through the desolate mountains, causing their robes to flutter.

Among the group that left the city, the leader bowed and said, "Elder Yu, you must be tired from your journey."

The cultivator known as Elder Yu had a solemn expression, exuding an imposing aura without anger, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Hearing what the other person said, he nodded and said:

"Elder Yang and his fellow disciples have been stationed here for half a year. You have truly had a difficult time."

Although both groups of cultivators were disciples of the Dongyuan Sect, they were of different genders, ages, and sect affiliations.

Most of the cultivators and disciples who left the city showed joy on their faces.

Those behind Elder Yu, however, were not in the mood for conversation. They all remained silent, quietly listening to the two elders reminiscing and exchanging pleasantries.

One of the disciples had a handsome appearance, wore an inner disciple's robe, and carried a dark blue box on his back.

Unlike the listless cultivators around him with their eyes downcast, he had a calm expression, but his eyes held a hidden sharpness.

From the barren hill, one can gaze at the city of Changping not far away.

The young man was none other than Song Yan.

A few days ago, the sect recruited disciples, and as a newly promoted late-stage Qi Refining disciple, he naturally joined the ranks of disciples stationed in Changping.

Although both leaders were elders, it was clear that the elder leading the group entering the city held a higher position.

the reason is simple.

This Elder Yu is none other than Yu Tian, ​​the Peak Master of Lingquan Peak!
Before leaving the sect, Song Yan had already inquired and learned that, apart from Elder Xu Ziqing who was stationed in Changping until the mission deadline, the other elders also took turns guarding the area.

This trip together changed his perspective on the position of peak master.

This Elder Yu Tian is not aloof or superior.

On the contrary, he is very pragmatic.

He would never let his disciples do what he could do himself.

"Fellow disciples, please take good care of yourselves."

That group returned to their sect aboard a spirit boat, while Yu Tian led his disciples into the city.

As they walked, he said to them, "Changping is located on the border between two countries. It is full of evil spirits and heretics, and there are also demon cultivators gathered in the Corpse Bone Abyss."

"No matter how long you stay here, or what kind of missions you carry out on a daily basis, you must be careful and cautious."

Whether the mission is completed well or not is another matter. It would be a waste to lose one's life due to negligence.

"Yes, elder."

"Yes, elder."

The group quickly entered the city.

They were greeted by Xu Ziqing and several disciples of the Dongyuan Sect who accompanied him.

"Elder Yu."

Yu Tian nodded: "Ziqing, let's go inside and talk. Let these disciples rest first and make arrangements for them."

"Yes."

Everything is in order.

Xu Ziqing gestured to several disciples to meet up with their fellow disciples. He noticed Song Yan, who was wearing the robes of an inner disciple, in the crowd and was slightly surprised, glancing at him a few more times.

Perhaps they felt somewhat surprised.

However, he soon went to the council hall with Elder Yu Tian.

"Fellow disciples, you must be tired from your journey. Please follow me."

The group followed the disciples and headed east.

The city of Changping, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, exuded a rusty, dark red atmosphere.

A strategically important border town.

The buildings are mostly constructed by alternating layers of unidentifiable black wood and sandstone.

Copper bells engraved with runes hang from the eaves, seemingly for warding off evil spirits.

Occasionally, one can also see some strangely shaped tile-shaped guardian beasts on the roof.

East of the county seat.

Yangwu Academy.

"Everyone, this is where we disciples stationed here will temporarily reside."

Song Yan looked up and saw that the two characters "Yang Wu" had been repeatedly written over and over again.

This is a huge cluster of old houses. According to the disciple leading the group, the disciples stationed here from the six major sects all live in this area. Of course, the sect elders have their own separate courtyards.

I randomly picked a room with a wide view and pushed the door open to enter.

The houses are all old; cleanliness is their only advantage.

After spreading his divine sense and carefully checking everything in the room to make sure that nothing strange was left behind, Song Yan began to pack his things.

Four array beads were placed at the four corners of the house, forming an extremely simple protective array.

This extremely simple formation is not very useful, but it can serve as a warning, albeit barely.

After all, it's not like the Linghua Valley in Beiya Mountain, a courtyard with its own array.

To put it bluntly, this place is no different from any other inn in the mortal world.

and……

Because there wasn't enough space, there was no room for Xiaohe.

She couldn't even be bothered to come out of Song Yan's sleeve.

We're new here, and there are no tasks assigned yet.

Song Yan sat upright on the bed, cross-legged, practicing his internal energy.

After a while.

He slowly opened his eyes and frowned.

"The spiritual energy here is even worse than I imagined."

Compared to the ethereal beauty of the Dongyuan Sect's mountain gate, the spiritual energy here is not only thin and barren, but also somewhat mixed with turbid energy.

The efficiency of refining spiritual energy is less than one in ten.

The presence of spirit-gathering array patterns inside the room was an unexpected delight.

However, you still need to provide the spirit stones yourself.

"..."

Fortunately, I made thorough preparations this time; otherwise, coming here rashly would have left me completely clueless.

Take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

I was just about to go out for a walk and familiarize myself with the surrounding area.

Just then, I heard a commotion coming from outside.

Pushing open the door and looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a group of cultivators gathered in front of the east corridor.

Upon closer inspection, I recognized several familiar faces.

Cheng Yu stood with his arms crossed, his face carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Opposite him was a female disciple of the Dongyuan Sect with reddened eyes, dressed in a gray robe, clearly an outer disciple.

Li Qingfeng still wore that usual smiling expression.

But anyone could see that the fat man was now filled with rage.

"Senior Brother Cheng, this patrol mission has always been carried out by disciples from different sects in rotation..."

"Why is Junior Sister Cen suddenly being asked to patrol the outer perimeter of Corpse Abyss alone tomorrow night?"

Li Qingfeng stepped forward, blocking the female disciple's path. His usually kind voice was unusually cold.

"Which elder issued this task? It's probably against the rules and too dangerous."

Cheng Yu chuckled but didn't answer his question: "Junior Brother Li, what you're saying makes no sense."

"A few days ago, fellow cultivators discovered traces of demonic cultivators on the outskirts of the Corpse Abyss. You must have known about that, right?"

"The reason for sending more people is so that all of you can get through this period peacefully."

"As for danger... the situation in Changping is extremely chaotic right now, which mission is without danger?"

Cheng Yu spoke with righteous indignation.

"how?"

"Could it be that the disciples of the Dongyuan Sect only know how to cultivate and cannot bear the sight of bloodshed?"

The monks surrounding him sneered.

Before Cheng Yu could say anything more, he caught a glimpse of Song Yan walking slowly towards them from outside the crowd.

His brows furrowed, and then he noticed the inner disciple's robe on the man's body, his eyes narrowing.

He was not surprised by Song Yan's arrival.

It seems they already knew.

No overtime today, I'm slowly building up a draft!
The upcoming storyline of Changping Ghost Mountain will be the final major chapter of the first volume.

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