Xuanjian: Jade True Sword Immortal, my Dao Wisdom keeps increasing.

Wanyu Sword Sect.

In the sweltering refining hall, the sounds of forging various spirit ores and spirit metals echoed for forty-nine days in a row.

With a final, long, clear creak, Cheng Jinzhu, who was casting a spell beside the fire vein, grinned, let out a long sigh of relief, and transmitted his voice wearily:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, I have fulfilled my promise. The Mingyu Spirit Sword has been reforged. Please come and test it."

Jiang Heqian, who was sitting cross-legged outside the palace gate, had his eyes full of anticipation when the sound of forging stopped.

Upon hearing the confirmation via telepathy, he moved swiftly and appeared beside Cheng Jinzhu, thanking him with a broad smile.

"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Cheng. He Qian is deeply grateful."

Cheng Jinzhu repeatedly said he dared not, and handed the reforged Mingyu Spirit Sword to Jiang Heqian.

The Mingyu Sword is made of reforged from [Shangming Xuanyu], and its entire body is milky white like jade. The sword is decorated with auspicious cloud patterns, and it is three feet and three inches long. Its body is full of jade true magic light and is full of spirituality.

Jiang Heqian stared intently at the Mingyu sword in his hand, the blade trembling slightly, a strange feeling of connection between their minds and souls.

Then he casually flashed a few sword flourishes, his face beaming with satisfaction, and said excitedly:

"What a fine Foundation Establishment spirit sword! I like it very much."

"Fellow Daoist Cheng's skills are superb, and I admire them greatly. If you ever need my help in the future, please feel free to write to me, and I, Jiang, will certainly come to your aid."

As he spoke, he took out a warning jade pendant from his storage bag, stuffed it into Cheng Jinzhu's hand, and forced him to accept it.

Although the trip to Jianmen was fraught with difficulties, I was able to reforge the Mingyu Sword as I had hoped.

After examining the Mingyu Sword for a while, Jiang Heqian flipped his hand and sheathed the spirit sword, saying solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, I will now return to Jade Peak in the dense forest and will not disturb the Sword Sect any longer. Please convey my regards to the seniors of the Sword Sect. I also wish Fellow Daoist Cheng success in the sword path and that you will soon cultivate the sword intent."

Upon hearing this, a weary-looking Cheng Jinzhu quickly tried to persuade Jiang Heqian to stay in Jianmen for a while longer.

After some back and forth, seeing that Jiang Heqian was determined to leave, he sighed softly and said:

"Take care, Fellow Daoist Jiang. If you need anything, feel free to contact Jianmen. Zhuding will be waiting for you at Jianmen today."

The two clasped their hands in farewell.

With a resolute expression, Jiang Heqian flashed out of the hall, soared into the air, and transformed into a streak of bluish-white light, disappearing into Jianmen Peak.

......

Within a few days of flying away, Yucheng Peak in Milin County had already appeared in Jiang Heqian's field of vision.

He flashed a few times and landed in front of his cave, casting a spell on the array in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the earthen-yellow semi-circular magic array cracked open, revealing a gap several meters wide, and Jiang Heqian strode into it.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, the formation was restored to its original state, and the stone door in front of him made a series of clicking sounds as it automatically moved to one side.

With a few quick movements, Jiang Heqian sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, recalling his trip to the Sword Sect with a blank expression.

"Aside from slaying the Jueyin demonic cultivator on the Great Western Plain and offending Zong Chang, everything else was within my expectations. Zong Chang is far away in the Zhao Kingdom and won't specifically come south to settle scores with me, so there's no need to worry. The most important thing right now is cultivation; I need to raise my cultivation level first."

After some thought, Jiang Heqian closed his eyes and concentrated, beginning his practice according to the commentary on the "White-haired Knocking on the Court" derived from the "Yandao Stele".

In an instant, inspiration surged from Yucheng Peak and converged towards the summit.

Spiritual practice knows no time.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, a group of uninvited guests arrived at the summit of Yucheng Peak.

Five cultivators, dressed in different styles and with the highest cultivation level no more than the sixth level of Qi Refining, were seen pushing and shoving each other as they rode the wind to land on the summit of Jade Peak.

The old man in the gray short robe cursed at the other four:

"We're already here, there's no reason to run away now. We both planted spirit rice at the foot of the mountain without the master's permission, so we had to go through this sooner or later. What's there to be afraid of?"

Another middle-aged man dressed in a light blue brocade robe said irritably:

"What Patriarch Wu says sounds nice, but what if the owner of this place is a eccentric demonic cultivator who kills us at the slightest provocation? Wouldn't we be courting death here?"

The middle-aged man's question caused the group's expressions to change several times, and they all hesitated whether to continue.

After a moment, the old man in the gray robe spoke calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Ding's concerns are naturally reasonable, but Fellow Daoist Ding is not unaware that if our families fail to raise enough funds to hand over to Qingchi Sect in two years, our clans will be slaughtered. You should all know which is more important."

"The empty spirit fields at the foot of the mountain, if we plant them for another year, will be more than enough to supply the spirit rice to the Qingchi Sect after the harvest."

"If we can obtain the consent of the master of this peak, the crisis facing our clan can be resolved. Don't you fellow Daoists want to take a chance?"

The old man's words gradually calmed the previously anxious group down.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man who had previously vehemently opposed the proposal said with a resolute expression:

"Fellow Daoist Wu is absolutely right. We are counting on the spiritual fields at the foot of this mountain to save our lives. I, Ding, am ready to risk everything."

Seeing that the man agreed, the others also chimed in their agreement.

Upon hearing this, the elderly man surnamed Wu seemed relieved and softly comforted him:

"Fellow Daoists, do not worry. Even if the master of this peak is a demonic cultivator, he will not kill us immediately. Wouldn't it be better to spare our lives and treat us like cattle and sheep?"

The other four nodded in agreement, and together they amplified their shouts with their magic:

"I, a humble cultivator, have come to Jade Peak to pay my respects to the Immortal. I humbly request that the Immortal come out and meet me. I would be eternally grateful."

The five of them went all out, risking angering the cultivators above, and shouted incessantly on Jade Peak.

At this moment, Jiang Heqian, who was cultivating in his cave at Yucheng Peak, was awakened by the continuous shouts.

He opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked extremely displeased.

Having finally returned from Jianmen and had some free time to cultivate, he was interrupted by this group of shouting cultivators in less than three years.

An unnamed fire was raging within him.

Although the cultivation of the technique was unimpeded with the help of the Dao Elucidation Stele during this seclusion, the limited spiritual resources available meant that it would be impossible to break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment in a short period of time.

Since we've been awakened, let's go out and see who's shouting and yelling.

This kind of arduous cultivation method is too slow; I need to find a way to obtain some pills that can increase my cultivation level.

The shouts outside the cave never stopped.

Jiang Heqian sighed, and with a few flashes, he appeared outside the formation, floating in mid-air and staring at the group of shouting cultivators.

"We are cultivators from the foot of the mountain. We have come to this peak to pay our respects to the immortal. We beg the immortal to have pity on us and come out to meet us..." The group shouted at the top of their lungs, like roosters.

Floating in mid-air, Jiang Heqian listened for a while and suddenly felt a headache coming on. He then appeared and shouted sternly:

"Enough, shut up."

The shout, amplified by magic, instantly resounded throughout the entire summit of Yucheng Peak.

Upon hearing this, the five cultivators were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground, trembling.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Heqian frowned, flashed his escape light, and appeared in front of them, speaking in a serious tone:

"Get up, and don't make me say it a second time, or else..."