In this chaotic world of martial arts, I'll become a god by adding skill points!

Chapter 104 Finally Seeing Misty Peak

The group continued their journey through the deep mountain forest.

With a clear guide, the Liu siblings and Shizhu visibly breathed a sigh of relief, closely following behind Uncle Fu, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Liu Mingxuan and Liu Qingyao would occasionally talk in hushed tones, mostly about their longing for Misty Peak and their anxiety about their own strength.

The stone pillar remained silent, but each step it took was very steady.

Shizhu's gaze swept over the surrounding rugged mountains and strange vegetation from time to time, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and longing.

Zhao Qingyue continued to find opportunities to talk to Wang Anping, and the topic gradually expanded from martial arts to some of her observations along the way.

They would talk about mountains and rivers, and even occasionally ask Wang Anping about his plans for the future.

Wang Anping usually only gave brief responses, but Zhao Qingyue was not discouraged.

It seems that just being able to talk to him a few more times brings me joy.

Lin Yunshu saw this and was burning with jealousy, but because she was wary of Wang Anping, she dared not target him as openly as before.

His face grew increasingly gloomy, and he found fault with the stone pillar, though he no longer loudly mocked it.

He switched to a low, sarcastic tone, but Shizhu pretended not to hear and continued walking with his head down.

After traveling for about two more hours, the fog in the mountains and forests suddenly became thicker.

It wasn't ordinary water vapor, but a kind of ethereal mist with a faint fragrance.

The mountain path beneath our feet became even steeper and more treacherous, sometimes requiring us to climb vines and sometimes to squeeze sideways through narrow crevices. The surrounding trees grew taller and older, many of which we didn't know the names of, their branches and leaves shimmering with a subtle light.

"We're here! It's just ahead!"

Uncle Fu, who was walking at the front, spoke with a mix of excitement and relief as he pointed ahead.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound, parting the last thick wisp of mist that seemed to gather automatically as if it were alive.

The scene before them suddenly opened up, instantly taking everyone's breath away.

Before us stood a majestic peak beyond description, seemingly standing there since time immemorial, piercing the clouds, its summit completely hidden in the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the colorful glow of the sunset.

The mountain is not completely bare, but covered with strange rocks and vegetation that shimmer with a warm, jade-like luster.

Countless waterfalls and streams cascade down from the high places shrouded in clouds and mist, turning into streaks of silver that crash against the protruding rocks.

The sound of shattered jade and flying pearls was like thunder, yet strangely it carried a clear and melodious rhythm.

Even more astonishing is that several smaller floating mountains are suspended around the mountain peak.

It is connected by iron chain bridges or rainbow bridges formed by clouds and mist, with pavilions and towers, exotic flowers and rare plants scattered among them, and cranes and monkeys flying around, creating a scene of celestial beauty.

A wide, massive stone staircase, seemingly carved from a single piece of white jade, extends from the clouds at the foot of the mountain.

Winding upwards, it leads straight to the unseen depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

On both sides of the stone steps stand huge stone-carved mythical beasts of various shapes and lifelike forms, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

At the beginning of the stone steps is a spacious square paved with jade, smooth as a mirror.

The mountain gate is a giant archway that is ten zhang high. It is neither gold nor jade, and its material is similar to stone and wood.

The entire structure is a deep, dark blue-green color, with three large characters, "Piaomiao Peak," written on it in a graceful and natural style.

Behind the archway, clouds and mist swirled, obscuring the view.

Only the endless stone steps stretched upwards, as if connecting to another world.

A rich aura of heaven and earth rushed towards me. Taking a deep breath, I felt refreshed and my internal energy seemed to become more active.

This is the sacred ground of martial arts, Misty Peak!

Everyone was speechless with awe at the magnificent and magical sight. Even the proud Liu siblings, Zhao Qingyue and Lin Yunshu, who came from official families, were dazzled.

My heart is filled with awe and longing.

The stone pillar gaped open, his dark face filled with unbelievable excitement, and murmured, "Immortal—Immortal Realm—"

Wang Anping's heart was also slightly stirred.

The weather at Misty Peak far exceeded his expectations.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a sacred place of martial arts!

The group walked down the last slope and arrived at the edge of the jade-green square.

Their arrival attracted some attention, especially the Zhao family's impressive procession with luggage and Wang Anping's calm and extraordinary demeanor.

But soon, people's attention turned back to the direction of the mountain gate.

Near the mountain gate, a row of simple tables was set up in the square, where several disciples of Piaomiao Peak, dressed in uniform blue Taoist robes and with indifferent expressions, were in charge of registration and preliminary verification.

A fairly long queue had formed in front of the desk.

Wang Anping and others also went over to join the queue.

Zhao Fu directed the guards to place the luggage at the edge of the square and wait, while he accompanied the young masters and ladies.

When it was their turn, the person in charge of registration was a male disciple in his thirties with a serious face.

He glanced at the crowd and said in a calm tone, "Name, background, and show your credentials or token of authorization."

Wang Anping stepped forward first, took out the first official document of Zhenyuan County and the slightly worn document of Piaomiao Peak from his bosom, and handed them over with both hands: "Wang Anping, these are the documents."

The disciple took the document, carefully examined the special markings and aura on it, and then looked up at Wang Anping.

The text clearly states that the user is at the mid-stage of Dark Force, but with his mastery of the Core Formation stage, he can clearly see that this is indeed the level of Transformation Force.

The improvement was so rapid?

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, making a note of it in a register.

He handed Wang Anping a wooden token engraved with a number: "Hmm, the documents are correct. Take this token and wait over there. We'll have a unified test later."

"Thank you." Wang Anping took the token and stepped aside.

Next were Zhao Qingyue and Lin Yunshu. As expected, Zhao Zhongkun had also prepared similar introduction documents for them.

The two passed through successfully and obtained the tokens.

Liu Mingxuan and Liu Qingyao each took out a well-made document, which the disciple reviewed and approved.

When it was Shizhu's turn, he stepped forward hesitantly, his dark face flushed even more with nervousness. He rubbed his hands together and stammered, "I—I'm called Shizhu, from Qingshuigou, I—I don't have any documents—"

The disciple frowned: "Without a letter of introduction or a token, one is not allowed to participate in the entrance test; that's the rule."

Stone Pillar panicked and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice trembling with sobs and utter pleading: "Immortal Master! I beg you! Please give me a chance!"

I traveled hundreds of miles and endured a lot of hardship, all because I wanted to learn a skill!

I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue; I can do any kind of work! Please!

His actions drew stares from many people around him, some with sympathy, some with disdain, and some with indifference.

The disciple in charge seemed used to this kind of scene, his expression unchanged, simply repeating indifferently: "That's the rule, no test may be taken without written authorization."

The stone pillar still needs to be requested, and Wang Anping watched quietly from the side without saying a word.

These are the rules of Misty Peak; he neither will nor needs to break them.

He has already done more than enough by bringing the stone pillar here.

Just as Shi Zhu was filled with despair and almost collapsed to the ground, a slightly older man in blue robes who looked like a manager walked over.

He looked at the stone pillar, who was weeping bitterly but whose eyes were stubborn and clear, and then glanced at his lean but well-built body.

After a moment's thought, he said to the disciple in charge, "Recently, there has indeed been a shortage of manpower in the back mountain shacks. This boy has decent potential and a simple and resolute character."

Since he is so sincere and there is no written record, let's make an exception and register him as a menial worker.

If he performs exceptionally well in the future, he may have the opportunity to become an outer disciple.

Upon hearing this, the disciple in charge bowed to the steward and said, "Yes, Steward Chen."

Then he turned to the stone pillar, his tone still indifferent: "Consider yourself lucky. Steward Chen has shown you mercy and allowed you to enter the servants' quarters."

Go there to register, receive your servant's uniform and ID card, and someone will take you to where you need to go.

Remember, disciples engaged in menial tasks must adhere to their duties and work diligently. Any negligence or violation of the sect rules will result in immediate expulsion.