A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Linghu Chong has been quite happy lately, not because he's having a good time in love, but because his junior brother actually treated them to drinks, and it was a jar of top-quality Fenjiu that cost five taels of silver.

I didn't know that my junior brother seemed rather melancholy, his once sharp and outspoken demeanor now replaced by a calm and reserved one. This didn't mean he had become weaker; on the contrary, he exuded a kind of dormant volcano-like pressure, as if he were about to erupt and engulf everything.

They occasionally encountered bandits on the road. Before Linghu Chong could draw his sword, he saw his junior brother rush forward. His swordsmanship was no longer moderate and peaceful, but rather ruthless. The bandit who was killed with a single blow still had the look of fear in his eyes before his death.

He left one survivor to question him about the location of the mountain stronghold. He then ascended the mountain with his sword and began a bloodbath, his body covered in blood, the savagery so intense that even Linghu Chong hesitated to approach.

During the day, they traveled and killed bandits, and at night they drank together to drown their sorrows, and the bond between the brothers quickly grew stronger.

It was only later that they learned that Lu Ming's attempt to marry his junior sister Yue Lingshan had failed, which led to this situation.

Before they started drinking, they might have looked down on them and laughed. Now that they drink and eat at other people's expense every day, they're too embarrassed to laugh at them and instead offer words of comfort.

Yue Lingshan was always kept by Ning Zhongze's side, and could only watch her junior brother but couldn't talk to him, which made her very anxious.

When I returned to my room that evening, there was a note under a jewelry box.

"Senior sister, don't worry. I will become stronger before I marry you. Please wait for me for a while. Sincerely, your loving junior brother, Lu Ming."

Yue Lingshan opened the box, inside which lay a mutton-fat jade hairpin. It was carved with intertwined lotus blossoms and graceful cloud patterns, with dewdrops glistening on the tip, exuding a warm and elegant charm.

Looking at the hairpin, she burst into tears, laughing and crying at the same time. She blew a bubble from her nose, making her look exceptionally charming.

"Silly junior brother, I'll wait for you. I'll marry no one but you in this lifetime!"

Holding the jade hairpin in her hands, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, the anxiety of the past few days vanished. She had never felt so at peace. With the promise made, she no longer needed to worry. She would also begin to learn from her mother how to be a good wife and mother.

When they returned to Mount Hua, it had already started snowing. Lu Ming was sent to the Cliff of Contemplation that very day to face the wall in meditation, which was changed from ten days to a month.

Yue Buqun's argument was that Yue Buqun was too bloodthirsty and that if he didn't reflect on his actions, he would inevitably go astray.

He had expected his daughter to cry and fuss, and he was prepared to scold her. But to his surprise, Yue Lingshan didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, she quietly helped pack some cotton clothes and quilts, showing that a virtuous wife like her husband should prepare everything for him.

Seeing this, Yue Buqun became increasingly annoyed. Was the cabbage he had raised for eighteen years about to be eaten by a pig?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and her gaze towards Lu Ming became more furious.

Linghu Chong patted Lu Ming on the shoulder: "Let's have a drink together after you come down."

Drinking? Just say you want to freeload!

Apart from Lu Ming, who earns a hundred taels a day, the other senior brothers are all struggling. If they have a formal document to present when they go out on business, things are a little better; otherwise, they only get a few pieces of silver. They also have to take care of their families down the mountain, so poor that even the Beggars' Sect shakes its head in dismay.

At the summit of Jade Maiden Peak in Mount Hua, there is only one steep path leading up from the bottom of the mountain. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and die.

For Lu Ming, whose lightness skill was superb, it was nothing to mention. He arrived at the Cliff of Contemplation within a quarter of an hour.

There is only a platform protruding from the mountain peak. The platform is completely bare, except for the cliff edge covered with a large number of vines, and the only other thing is the bleak north wind.

The Cliff of Repentance is a forbidden area of ​​the Huashan Sect, usually used as a place for disciples to reflect on their mistakes by facing the wall.

Linghu Chong came countless times, and even Yue Lingshan came for a few days.

There was no one to talk to. It was winter, snow was falling, and the temperature was horribly low. If someone were to stand facing a wall at this time of year, they'd probably freeze into an icicle in a few days.

I don't know what he did to anger Yue Buqun, but he actually punished him by making him face the wall here for a month. It's truly unbelievable.

Shouldn't such a precious disciple be treated well?

He sat cross-legged to recover his internal energy. The Hunyuan Qi Gong flowed continuously through his meridians. Although it could not compare to the endless torrent of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the trickling flow was still several times stronger than other internal skills.

The Huashan Heart Sutra, Hunyuan Qi Gong, and Zixia Divine Skill are all easy to learn but difficult to master. Even Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were unable to cultivate Hunyuan Qi Gong to perfection.

Naturally, they wouldn't know the benefits of a continuous flow of internal energy after perfection, which is very beneficial for protracted battles.

"Luckily, I was prepared. It would be best if she could pass on the Zixia Divine Skill to me. If not, I can marry my senior sister and wake up every morning with a fragrant beauty in my arms."

"It's not bad to have come to the Cliff of Repentance now. We can find the secret cave first, and then learn the Five Mountains Sword Technique. It won't be a wasted trip."

A thought flashed through Lu Ming's mind: he always planned before he acted.

Is suffering a loss a blessing? If you suffer a small loss, you'll suffer endless losses in the future!

I took out a plate of exquisite dishes and ate them with rice, along with a few bowls of Fenjiu liquor, and the original chill gradually dissipated.

"A travel bag is truly a wonderful thing. While others face the wall eating steamed buns and pickled vegetables, I face the wall being served fine wine and food. There's no one else like me!"

He rose and began practicing the Huashan sword technique, the longsword infused with his inner strength producing a low hum. He repeatedly thrust at the cliff face, using the tactile feedback to determine if there were any hollows.

After two hours of continuous probing, no secret cave was detected.

"Strange, could it be that the secret cave isn't outside?"

Lu Ming sheathed his sword, which had a continuous, uninterrupted effect, and he was still full of energy. His meridians did not experience the pain that comes with prolonged internal energy cultivation. If it were Linghu Chong, he could only last for half an hour at most, and he was far inferior to Lu Ming in terms of internal strength.

Besides the platform, there is also a cave on the Cliff of Repentance, which is used by disciples who have violated the rules to rest and sleep.

Forget about a bed; there's only a smooth, large rock that can barely be considered a stone bed.

The cave entrance faces a cliff, and the interior is enclosed by a mountain cliff. On the stone wall are three characters carved with sword intent: "Feng Qingyang"!

Lu Ming stroked his chin: "It seems that Grandmaster Feng really did live here. If I could learn the Dugu Nine Swords, wouldn't I be set for life?"

There is no absolute number one in martial arts. Only by immersing oneself in the art for decades and comprehending its essence can one achieve mastery of a single skill.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and the Nine Swords of Dugu are all examples of this.

It's not the technique that's powerful, but the person using it who makes the technique seem powerful.

"Junior brother!"

A crisp sound, tinged with anxiety, accompanied the appearance of Yue Lingshan on the Cliff of Contemplation, carrying a food box in her hand.

Lu Ming pulled her into the cave, brushed the snow off her clothes, then embraced her shapely body and kissed her red lips.

"Hmm!"

A thousand words are contained in a single kiss.

Only when Yue Lingshan was out of breath was she released: "You brat, all you do is bully me!"

"Yeah, we'll bully you now, we'll bully you later, and we'll bully you for the rest of our lives!"

Lu Ming gently embraced her. He believed that a wife should be virtuous and a concubine should be beautiful. Yue Lingshan was beautiful and loved him deeply, making her the best wife.

Just look at Ning Zhongze, the teacher's wife; the words "virtuous and kind" perfectly describe her.

Yue Lingshan hugged his strong waist tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling his powerful heartbeat: "Then I'll wait for you. If Father doesn't agree, we'll elope. No matter what, I'll be with you."