Yue Buqun: My Mount Hua has been time-traveled.

Two hours later.

A pitch-black place where you can't see your hand in front of your face.

There was no sound of wind, no light, and it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Ding Feng seemed to have long been accustomed to this environment.

Even in such an environment, the respectful expression on his face remained unchanged, clearly showing that his reverence for the person in front of him was ingrained in his very bones.

A clear, melodious voice rang out from the opposite side, asking, "Are these his exact words?"

Ding Feng replied respectfully, "Yes."

Yuan Suiyun asked, "Where is he now?"

"He didn't go in, but stayed outside Bat Island, saying that he had already made things clear beforehand: if the master went back on his word, he should be sent back now, and he would still repay our life-saving grace in the future. However, if the master insisted on the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze, he would teach them to him. But whether he could learn them or not, the debt of gratitude would be settled!"

Ding Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, we need to make a decision as soon as possible. The rest of the guests will arrive in an hour. If we let them meet outside the island, it will be detrimental to your grand plan."

"I see."

A hint of amusement crept into Yuan Suiyun's tone.

He smiled faintly and said, "It seems that this Sect Leader Yue is still a bit naive. He thinks that I want the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng because this sword technique is powerful, but he doesn't know that my only purpose in wanting it is because it is the Huashan Sect's supreme martial art. As long as it is a supreme martial art, even if it is just some random technique, I will still learn it."

With his long sleeves billowing, he said, "Please invite Sect Leader Yue in. Tell him that I agree to let him teach me the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng. Whether he can learn them or not, this matter is over, and the feud between Huashan Sect and Bat Island will be resolved."

"yes!"

The sound of light, quick footsteps could be heard.

Although it was pitch black, Ding Feng was clearly very familiar with his surroundings, and it did not affect his daily activities at all.

Half an hour later.

Outside the deserted island, Ding Feng clasped his hands and said, "Sect Leader Yue, please come into the Bat Cave for a chat."

Yue Buqun said, "It seems that the Bat Prince has already made his decision."

"good."

"It's good that we understand our grievances sooner, so we can cut ties early."

Yue Buqun declared with righteous indignation, "After all, our Huashan Sect is a prestigious and upright sect, and we act with integrity. This place is remote and desolate, not a place for virtuous gentlemen like us to linger!"

"please!"

Yue Buqun followed Ding Feng and, behind a cliff, boarded the pre-prepared sled.

The pulley slid into the cave.

Inside the cave, it was pitch black.

At first, you could still make out the cold, jagged stone walls around you.

But later on, not a glimmer of light appeared, and it became so dark that even the light reflected from its eyes could not be seen.

Ding Feng's notification sounded in my ear.

"Sect Leader Yue, do you know what bats are?"

Yue Buqun said, "You don't use your eyes to see, but only your ears to distinguish your surroundings... It seems that this darkness is something you did on purpose."

"It's good that Sect Leader Yue knows. There's no need to worry once you're inside. The ground is flat and the terrain is open, so it won't affect your movements. It's just that you can't see it."

Ding Feng said meaningfully, "However, many times it's better not to see. Many people die in places they shouldn't have died because they saw things they shouldn't have seen."

As they were talking, the sled came to a stop.

By this time, it was pitch black.

"Sect Leader Yue, please come with me."

Ding Feng's footsteps sounded in front of him, deliberately emphasizing them to guide Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun followed.

It was pitch black ahead.

But as Ding Feng said, the ground is flat and the interior layout is square, so walking around is not affected at all as long as you hold onto the wall.

However, a damp and decaying smell had already appeared in the air.

After all, being built by the sea, it is ultimately difficult to resist the dampness.

Following Ding Feng, they seemed to have arrived at a stone chamber.

Ding Feng's voice could be heard saying, "Master, Sect Leader Yue has been brought here."

A very young voice said from the other side, "Understood, you may leave."

"yes!"

Hearing footsteps approaching, Ding Feng turned and left.

So, the person on the other side is Yuan Suiyun?

Although Yue Buqun had already prepared himself mentally, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

It's worth noting that although Yuan Suiyun in the story is not very old, his strength is slightly better than that of the protagonist, Chu Liuxiang.

Yue Buqun is currently only an elite disciple of the sect.

This is the level he set for his current level, and it can be considered as a reference.

He is currently at the elite disciple level, only one step away from becoming an elder.

Yue Buqun, during his appearance in the story, represents the level of a sect leader, as well as those BOSS-level characters whose strength surpasses that of a sect leader!

Although Yue Buqun has now inherited the Five Mountains Sword Technique and the Zixia Divine Skill, his strength has greatly improved.

However, the time has been short and the process is not yet complete.

At this moment, they are probably even slightly inferior to the elders of the Huashan Sect who died in battle.

Yuan Suiyun, standing before them, had likely already reached the BOSS level.

Even a weak boss would be far superior to him at this moment!

Yue Buqun sighed inwardly; this could be considered the biggest difference between two different worlds.

In the world of the Metal element, the principle is that brute force can overcome any skill.

With sufficient internal strength, even the most seasoned warriors can be rendered useless!

With sufficient skill, even a rudimentary form like Taizu Changquan can unleash the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, internal energy cultivation is a slow and gradual process.

This also means that, apart from the protagonists who have many adventures, most of the masters in the Jin-style martial arts world are elderly people!

However, the ancient martial arts world is completely different from the metal martial arts world, prioritizing techniques.

Whether it's the Celestial Immortal's ultimate strength as ultimate softness, and unchanging as the ultimate change; or the seemingly elusive, seemingly real yet illusory, seemingly changing yet unchanging style of the Thirteen Styles of the Gentle Breeze...

Both can be said to have reached the pinnacle of skill, and skill requires a lot of comprehension but not much time.

Internal strength is also very important, just as the Water Mother Yin Ji can use her powerful palm strikes to crush all her opponents.

But that's a qualitative difference.

The two worlds are like the development of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect after they each reached their peak.

So it is.

At his age, Yue Buqun's cultivation level was already considered outstanding in the martial arts world of the gold-themed sects.

However, compared to Yuan Suiyun, who is around the same age, he is far inferior.

Given his current absolute disadvantage in terrain, he has no chance of winning if the two sides were to fight.

You cannot defeat them by force!

The other person didn't speak, but Yue Buqun could sense that the other person seemed to be sizing him up in his own unique way.

After a long silence, the other party said, "Sect Leader Yue, please have some tea."

After he finished speaking, the sound of a teacup clattering in the darkness rang out.

Is this a test of my cultivation level?

In this dark environment, Yue Buqun had no need to conceal himself.

A purple aura appeared on his face as he secretly activated the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, instantly making his hearing extremely sensitive!

Even in the darkness that was deeper than night, a picture was still forming in his mind.

Across from him, Yuan Suiyun poured tea for him from a teapot and then pushed it in front of him.

Judging from the sound alone, the tea must have been pushed about half a foot in front of him.

But in reality, the other party pressed down with the force of his palm, prolonging the sound, so the water cup was actually more than a foot and a half away from him.

If one's skill level is slightly lower, they probably wouldn't be able to detect the other party's probing intent at all.

Strange, how could his skill level be so high?

While Yue Buqun was amazed, he raised his hand and grasped the water cup, the position and angle of which were perfect.

He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

He exclaimed, "Excellent tea!"

The person opposite sighed, "It's fine tea."

This conversation is so suggestive!

Yue Buqun, showing no sign of backing down, calmly stated, "Whether tea is good or not depends not on the tea itself, but on the person serving it!"

The person on the other end asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Yue Buqun said, "If they are close friends, even swill and plain water are like fine wine to me. If they are people I despise, even if it is a treasured item for a hundred years, I will only treat it as the stench of fermented bean juice."

"Soy milk? It smells fishy and pungent?"

There was a slight pause on the other end, then he burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke, saying, "I didn't expect we'd think alike. So, in Sect Leader Yue's eyes, are we close friends or people he dislikes?"

"That depends on whether you are a man of your word."

"You can rest assured on this point. As long as you teach me the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng, whether I succeed or not, I will never go back on my promise to Master Kumei!"

"Okay, where do we begin?"

"This will suffice."

"But it's pitch black here..."

"It's alright, I can hear it."

"Alright, then listen carefully."

Yue Buqun rose, drew his sword, and thrust it straight at the enemy. Then, he swept the sword horizontally, his sword energy condensing but not being released, like the morning mist slowly dissipating on the river surface, spreading outwards.

The second move, "Clouds Break Through the Qinling Mountains," followed immediately. The illusory sword tip on the right suddenly flicked up, and a sharp sword aura burst forth, completely opposite to the previous move's gentleness. It was fierce and sharp, like breaking through clouds and splitting rocks.

The third move is "Wind Sweeps Away Withered Lotus Leaves," the fourth move is "Rain Beats Against Banana Leaves," and the fifth move is "Thunder Shakes the Heavens and Earth"...

The swordplay flowed continuously, like a slowly unfolding ink scroll, each stroke unexpected and each turn unbelievable.

Sometimes it flows like clouds brushing your face, sometimes it crashes like waves on the shore, sometimes it is as tender and endless as a silkworm spinning silk, and sometimes it is as unstoppable as an eagle soaring through the sky.

After a while.

After completing a set of sword techniques, Yue Buqun stood holding his sword.

Not only was he not red-faced or out of breath, but the true energy he had consumed when using the Purple Cloud Divine Skill had also recovered considerably.

Clearly, although this sword technique is an external skill, it can already draw upon internal energy, making it an extremely superior sword technique.

Across from them, Yuan Suiyun clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Excellent swordsmanship!"

Yue Buqun said calmly, "It's already excellent swordsmanship!"

Yuan Suiyun's voice remained casual and relaxed, but it carried a hint of confusion. "But what I want to learn is the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng. This sword technique is good, but what does it have to do with the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng?"