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

The city walls of Zhengzhou were over three zhang high.

Huayin City at the foot of Mount Hua is much smaller, and its atmosphere is completely different from that of Huayin City. There are more peddlers and laborers, and the shops along the streets are more prosperous and diverse.

The group arrived at the inn, where the signboard read "Yuelai Inn".

The scoundrel, with his sharp eyes, spotted them approaching and called out from afar, "Unfortunately, our establishment has been booked out for the next few days, and we will not be accepting any outside guests."

Linghu Chong stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Please go in and announce our arrival. Tell them that the Huashan Sect has come."

"Please wait a moment, sir."

A moment later, a young man dressed in brocade robes and carrying a broadsword came out with the waiter.

"I am Wan Daping from the Songshan Sect. Greetings, Sect Leader Yue. Please come in."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, maintaining a polite demeanor towards everyone: "Thank you for your trouble, Nephew Wan."

The group entered the inn, which was filled with disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

The largest group is the Songshan Sect, whose signature weapon is the broadsword, and they follow a bold and unrestrained style that is easily recognizable.

Taoist priests from the Taishan School, disciples from the Hengshan School, and several nuns with their hair still intact—aside from the Emei School, only the Hengshan School would be like this.

Yue Buqun introduced everyone one by one: Master Tiansong of the Taishan Sect, Liu Zhengfeng of the Hengshan Sect, and Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect.

Lu Ming sized up these people one by one. They were all well-known figures in the martial arts world. They might not be considered top-tier in the Central Plains, but they were considered experts in the Sichuan region.

Master Dingyi sized Lu Ming up and down. Despite being a nun, he didn't like wearing Buddhist prayer beads. "Senior Brother Yue, is this the genius disciple you mentioned?"

"This disciple is named Lu Ming, and he is indeed my newly accepted disciple. I brought him along to broaden his horizons. Disciple, why don't you pay your respects to your master?"

Lu Ming stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Disciple Lu Ming greets Master."

A strange light flashed in Master Dingyi's eyes. She had traveled the martial world for more than ten years and had seen all kinds of people, but this was the first time she had seen such a handsome and elegant young man.

"Excellent, with exceptional potential; a promising talent. If you have the time in the future, feel free to visit the Hengshan Sect."

Yihe and Yiqing behind them exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of absurdity. Their master was always cold and indifferent to men, so why was he being treated differently?

Could it be?

I'm taking off my clothes and thinking of my master like this. It's such a sin, such a sin.

Lu Ming didn't think much of it, but he envied Linghu Chong for becoming the future head of the Hengshan Sect: "Thank you for your appreciation, Master. If you allow me, I would also like to see the scenery of Hengshan."

While everyone was enjoying themselves, discordant laughter broke out on the other side.

"Sect Leader Yue, only those who survive can be called geniuses. Aren't there enough who perish prematurely? Bringing your disciple here, what if he dies young? Wouldn't you be heartbroken? Hahaha!"

The speaker was none other than Ding Mian, the eldest of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, also known as the Pagoda-Bearer.

Judging from his forced smile, he's probably up to something bad.

Looking at the Songshan Sect disciples around him, there were about fifty of them, each with a fierce expression, all of whom had seen blood.

Looking at the disciples of his own Huashan Sect, who were practically sheep in a pen, one can understand how much pressure Yue Buqun was under.

The Huashan Sect only had a few disciples, with Lao Denuo acting as an inside man. In contrast, the Songshan Sect disciples were all fierce and extraordinary, far superior to the Huashan Sect disciples.

The Songshan Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the leading sword sect among the Five Sacred Mountains. If even its disciples are so formidable, just how strong is its leader, Zuo Lengchan?

If he hadn't been so determined to annex the Five Mountains Sword Sects, which angered other sects, and had focused on developing his own sect, he might have been second only to Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggars' Sect in the future.

Shaolin Temple, an ancient temple with a thousand-year history; Wudang Temple, with its Zhang Zhenren; and the Beggars' Sect, with its disciples all over the world—these are all top-notch events.

There are also some reclusive sects such as Shenshui Palace, Yihua Palace, and Xiaoyao Sect, which are extremely powerful, but they do not operate openly and do not accept disciples, which is why they are not mentioned by many people.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Yue Buqun's face, but he said calmly, "We, the righteous sects, all take it upon ourselves to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. We have long since disregarded life and death. I am grateful for your concern, Senior Brother Ding."

The Five Mountains Sword Sects are closely connected, and it is customary for people from different sects to address each other as senior brother, junior brother, junior nephew, or senior uncle to show their closeness.

Since they couldn't agree on anything, Lu Ming and the others went back to their rooms to rest early.

A moment later, a knock came at the door: "Junior brother, are you resting?"

"No, please come in, senior sister."

Yue Lingshan deftly pushed the door open and quickly closed it.

With her fair skin and bright red teeth, her smile revealed two small dimples that made you want to take a bite.

He immediately sat down on the bed and hugged his junior brother's arm.

Feeling the softness coming from his arm, Lu Ming, who was practicing his martial arts, almost went into a state of demonic possession. This vixen!

I need your help in my spiritual practice!

Lu Ming wasn't too worried about whether he was a virgin. He was self-taught and didn't have that concern.

However, many profound internal skills can only be practiced by a virgin, such as the Innate Skill, the Heavenly Gang Child Skill, and the Pure Yang Limitless Skill.

Once certain mental techniques are broken, it becomes difficult to improve further. Therefore, those who maintain moral integrity often achieve greater success in martial arts, but very few can truly preserve their integrity in this turbulent and materialistic world.

"Junior brother, those disciples of the Songshan Sect are really annoying. They're so sarcastic and weird. Father also told us to be careful."

The intimacy between the two was no secret, and at first Lu Dayou even mocked them. Later, Lu Ming seized the opportunity to spar with him, beating him until he began to question his existence before the sarcasm subsided.

He's handsome and powerful. Together with Yue Lingshan, they're a perfect match, a golden couple. Who are these demons and monsters to object?

He turned around and hugged her tightly.

"Waaah~"

The little hands, with nowhere to go, eventually turned into a soft circle around the neck.

"Come with me tomorrow, and don't stray too far. Suppressing the Demonic Sect's branch will cost lives, and I'm still waiting for my senior sister to give me a child!"

"Ugh, who wants to have your baby! Let's wait until Daddy agrees, you naughty junior brother!"

Silent all night.

West City, Merchant Inn.

This trading post was quite large, dealing in all kinds of goods from both the north and south.

On ordinary days, mules and horses come and go, carts roll, and business is booming.

Since the checkpoint inspection, business has plummeted, and there has been little time to rest.

The gate was ajar, and inside the courtyard, the carriages were being unloaded, and the mules and horses were being kept in the pen under the shed.

Wan Daping swept his broadsword around, his eyes fierce. Today was a trap specially set up for him by his master, Ding Mian.

As long as this trading post is taken over, killing the demonic sect disciples will make a name for oneself and allow one to become a leader among the second-generation disciples.

For him, victory was not an option in this battle. With Ding Mian and the two Thirteen Protectors protecting him from behind, he had no fear even if he faced the elders of the Demonic Sect.

"Our target is this trading post; it's full of disciples of the Demonic Cult!"

At this point, his expression turned fierce, and his tone became menacing.

"Once we're inside, kill them all! Leave no survivors! Don't disgrace the Five Mountains Sword Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples from the other four sects all frowned. Who are you trying to morally blackmail?

The Songshan Sect is the main force, and they are invited to help. So, the Songshan Sect is the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect?

One sentence offended everyone, which shows how domineering and annoying the Songshan Sect is!