Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 308: A Noble Family
The young Taoist priest was only responsible for leading Pei Xia up the mountain.

Another Taoist priest from Yunhu Mountain was waiting on the mountain.

This was a Taoist priest in his thirties. Unlike the man surnamed Liang in Gangkou, he wore a plain-colored Taoist robe that looked a bit old, and he seemed quite kind.

However, they were somewhat surprised when they heard that the winner of this Eastern Frontier victory came from the Long Whale Sect.

"You've come a long way, I am Zongfu, and I have been waiting for you for a long time," the Taoist priest said with a smile, holding a whisk that was much newer than his Taoist robe. "Yunhu Mountain has arranged a place to rest on Danxia Peak. Young hero, please follow me."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Zong." Pei Xia nodded and bowed, then followed behind Zong Fu.

Although Yunhu Mountain is a Daoist sect in Maizhou, it is not strictly addressed by Daoist name. However, upon hearing this name, Pei Xia couldn't help but think of the cultivator Zong Heng who was going to Liancheng Illusionary Realm with him.

Before Pei Xia could even ask a question, Zong Fu spoke up first: "My junior brother, Zong Heng, will also be heading to the Liancheng Illusionary Realm soon. He is rather reserved, so if anything goes wrong, I hope you will take good care of him in the Illusionary Realm."

Pei Xia smiled awkwardly: "The disciples of Yunhu Mountain are said to be able to fight even those in the Transformation Realm. I'm afraid it's not my place to take care of them."

Zong Fu turned his head to the side, his expression a half-smile, but he didn't say anything more.

The scenery of Yunhu Mountain was unlike that of many other sects that Pei Xia had seen.

Because of the sparse population, there are few magnificent halls and spacious training grounds; it looks more like many Taoist temples scattered together on the mountain.

Moreover, compared to the strictly hierarchical cultivation sects, Yunhu Mountain does not seem to have a fixed person to take care of some miscellaneous tasks, such as sweeping. Whether it is sweeping the stone steps on the mountain or the courtyard of the Taoist temple, it is not very clean.

If I hadn't known beforehand and had gone up the mountain rashly, I would never have guessed that this was the famous Yunhu Mountain Sect in Dongzhou.

The six peaks of Yunhu Mountain are called the Ascending Steps, and they are naturally not far apart. Pei Xia followed behind Zong Fu, passing through a few sparse temples and pavilions, and soon saw a simple suspension bridge. On the other side was the second peak among the six peaks, called Danxia.

The suspension bridge was swaying precariously, but Zong Fu walked naturally, so Pei Xia could only follow behind him.

Danxia Peak is noticeably more popular than the previous one. The mountain path is paved with gravel, and simple wooden houses can be seen occasionally in the forest. Further in, you can hear faint sounds of sermons.

Zong Fu briefly explained, "This is where most sect disciples live and cultivate on a daily basis. It may be a little noisy. Uncle Pei has also instructed that if any distinguished guests find it too noisy, they can go further ahead to Xuanquan Peak for temporary accommodation."

Pei Xia, having been cursed with misfortune, naturally hopes to increase her popularity.

He hadn't expected Yunhu Mountain to have so few disciples, and couldn't help but ask, "Xuanquan Peak has fewer people than Danxia Peak?"

“Naturally, only a few senior uncles and their disciples reside and cultivate on Suspended Spring Peak, making it quite deserted.”

"Uh, isn't it six peaks? What about the three peaks above them?"

No one lives here.

"Don't...stay?"

“Yes,” Zong Fu nodded, “It’s lonely at the top, everyone feels cold.”

After walking along the main path, which resembled a narrow trail, Zong Fu led Pei Xia through the woods. After circling around a few times, they stopped in front of a small courtyard.

The Taoist priest took out a somewhat rusty key and unlocked the door: "Young hero, please stay here for now. Your meals will be delivered daily. There are still a few winners from various martial arts competitions who have not yet arrived, so it may take a few days."

Pei Xia craned her neck and looked around the yard. There was hardly any furniture, but fortunately, there was only a little dust, so someone must have cleaned it recently.

Pei Xia glanced back at Zong Fu: "Can I go out for walks and strolls around from time to time?"

Zong Fu hesitated for a moment: "The sect naturally doesn't restrict it, but try to go to Xuanquan Peak as little as possible."

"Why?"

"On Suspended Spring Peak, the Sect Leader rarely leaves his residence, and encountering Uncle Pei or Uncle Ding might not be a good thing..."

"Are you sure they're alright if you say that?"

"...It doesn't matter."

Before leaving, Zong Fu gave him a brand-new wooden plaque, his identification for traveling in the mountains. It looked very new, probably made recently. He closed the courtyard gate, went inside, and checked out the bedroom. It was alright, even cleaner than the outside.

Since there was no water in the teapot, Pei Xia could only take the wine gourd from his waist and drink a couple of sips himself.

He had nothing to pack; he arrived penniless, and all his belongings were stuffed into Yuqiong.

Changjingmen is not the farthest from Yunhushan, especially since the journey south along the Yangtze River is very fast, so arriving early was expected.

It's not a bad thing. It's good to know that Xing Ye is also on the mountain. Considering the importance of the Liancheng Fire Vein project, we can make some preparations in advance.

Thinking it over, Pei Xia probed into the jade pendant, searching for the spiritual materials she could use.

He had other uses for the Blazing Sun Profound Gold, so he couldn't use it. His gaze shifted and landed on the few black jade beads.

This thing isn't a good material for crafting magical artifacts because it has a significant blocking effect on spiritual energy. However, for this reason, it is often used to be inlaid in ornaments to prevent others from detecting it.

Just right.

Pei Xia searched around the room for a while, found a basin, took some metal, and with the help of the earth vein fire contained within her heart fire, quickly refined it into a mask.

It's a bit ugly, but it's completely covered up, and then this black jade eye is embedded in the forehead like this, well, you can guess what it is.

At the same time, after settling Pei Xia in, Zong Fu did not return to Jieyin Peak, but instead turned and headed towards the suspension bridge, heading towards Xuanquan Peak.

There is a main hall and a not-so-large square on Xuanquan Peak. He walked through it and went straight to the secluded courtyard in the woods on the side of the peak.

That's where Uncle-Master Pei Lan lives.

When they arrived, Pei Lan was practicing martial arts, but not the fist and foot techniques that Yunhu Mountain was famous for. Instead, she was holding a snow-white plain sword and practicing seemingly ordinary and simple swordsmanship.

It's nothing more than stabbing, slicing, and chopping; nothing has changed over the years.

Zong Fu waited patiently outside the fenced yard. After Pei Lan finished demonstrating the sword and saber techniques, he politely spoke up: "Uncle-Master, the winner of the Eastern Frontier martial arts competition in the illusionary realm has arrived at Danxia Peak."

Pei Lan sheathed her sword, picked up the teacup from the table in the courtyard, took a sip, her long eyelashes trembling, and asked, "Are you wearing a sword?"

I have never seen it.

Pei Lan frowned. Wasn't it said that Fu Hongshuang's disciple was assigned to one of the various sects in the Eastern Frontier? Why doesn't he have a sword?
"How is your cultivation level?" she asked again.

Zong Fu honestly replied, "It seems to be a profound mystery, but its aura is exceptionally deep, probably unlike anything ordinary."

That's more or less.

Although Pei Lan disliked Fu Hongshuang, her two nominal masters were not to be underestimated.

Leaving aside Jian Chen of the Sword Demon Manor, the old dog of the Xuan Ge Sword Mansion, although his cultivation was mediocre, passed down a branch of the ancient sword dance that was extraordinary.

Now that her disciples are roaming the martial world, they must all possess considerable skill.

After Zong Fu finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands at his sides, waiting quietly for his uncle's instructions.

Although they are cultivators, each of them has their own way of cultivating. Pei Lan is known for his ability to follow his own path in cultivation.

Hey, what I mean is, when I want to mess with you, I absolutely have to mess with you, otherwise wouldn't that interfere with my cultivation?

She sat in the courtyard, holding a sword in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. After pondering for a long time, she slammed the cup down on the table.

"We are a reputable sect, and we would never do anything that could endanger someone's life..."

She looked up at Zong Fu and said, "Here's what you'll do: add two spoonfuls of laxative to his food every day."

(End of this chapter)