Among the Six Major Sects, Mount Shu, Mount Mao, Wudang, Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Shenxu, and Kunlun, only Shenxu remains hidden from sight.
The word "Xu" signifies disappearance, nowhere to be found.
Long Fei and Lin Yingying took a carriage south, planning to make a circle around Dragon-Tiger Mountain, then directly head north to Kunlun.
Once the traces of Shenxu are found, they will pay a visit.
They used the official family’s teleportation channel, otherwise relying on the three wolves pulling the cart would be exhausting.
News in the Cultivation World spreads quickly.
Events at Mount Mao had already reached Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
The duel in Chang’an City led to the disappearance of Dragon-Tiger Mountain Ancestor.
Only Elder Zhang Kun returned with the sect disciple Zhang Ziheng.
Zhang Kun’s flesh was shattered by Xie Sanniang, leaving only his Primordial Spirit.
Zhang Ziheng was fortunate, not having participated in battle.
Upon hearing of Mount Mao being visited by Long Fei, news of Mount Shu’s extermination soon followed.
Dragon-Tiger Mountain felt like facing a great enemy, everyone beca tense.
They activated the mountain defense array, encasing Dragon-Tiger Mountain like a fortress, making it impossible for even a fly to enter.
On this day, Sect Master Zhang Changling convened a eting, furrowing his brow as he shared dire news, saying, "We have just received new information, Demon Chief Long Fei has entered our West River domain via the official road. This villain seems to truly intend to visit Dragon-Tiger Mountain. Does anyone have any counterasures?"
A group of elders sat below, their eyes widening.
An elder cursed, "This fiend has really grown fearless, genuinely thinking our Dragon-Tiger Mountain is easy prey?"
"If he dares co, I’ll suppress him with a raise of my hand!"
"This brat is truly mad; he intends to make enemies of our Six Major Sects!"
Soone reminded, "Third Elder, there are no Six Major Sects anymore. Mount Shu was just exterminated by this villain, Mount Wudang has fallen to a second-rate sect, Mount Mao’s reputation shattered; the Six Major Sects have already beco empty nas."
Third Elder glared, "Zhang Kun, have you lost your nerve?"
The elder’s body emitted light; he was no longer a flesh body but rely a Primordial Spirit.
It was Zhang Kun, whose flesh was destroyed under Chang’an City.
Zhang Kun stood angrily, "When I was fighting that demon with the ancestor in Chang’an City, where were you? Now you speak sarcastically; when that demon ascends the mountain, I wonder how much courage you’ll have."
He stord off angrily, causing an uproar in the hall.
So mocked, now disregarding him.
Sect Master Zhang Changling gestured to his disciple Zhang Ziheng, suggesting he follow Zhang Kun and advise him.
Dragon-Tiger Mountain is different from other sects, with the highest ranks mostly being mbers of the Zhang family.
At that ti, Patriarch Zhang Tianshi founded the sect here, and each generation of Heavenly Masters belongs to the Zhang family.
Zhang Ziheng followed and caught up with Zhang Kun.
By seniority, he should address Zhang Kun as "Uncle," and they share the sa lineage.
Now, he criticized this elder uncle, saying, "Uncle, you’ve always been cautious; why risk your life recklessly this ti? Look at you, ending up without a physical body, and even the third elder dares to challenge you."
Zhang Kun retorted furiously, "A tiger fallen to flatland is bullied by dogs, a poor phoenix is not as good as a chicken. They just wait; I’ll definitely rise again."
He lanted, then looked at Zhang Ziheng, exasperated, "Hey, are you just asking for trouble, brat? Do you dare to criticize your uncle?"
Zhang Ziheng quickly placated him, waving his hand, saying, "Good Uncle, it was just a joke. Why be angry! Let’s talk business; do you think our Dragon-Tiger Mountain can defend against that demon chief this ti?"
Zhang Kun cursed, "How is that possible? The demon chief is surnad Long, nad Fei, perfectly counters our Dragon-Tiger Mountain. Furthermore, the ancestor was defeated by him; do you expect this bunch of incompetents to block him?"
Zhang Ziheng asked, "Then what should we do? We must make so plans for ourselves!"
Zhang Kun squinted at him, "What do you intend?"
Zhang Ziheng glanced around, cautiously using spiritual power to convey, "Uncle, though the current sect leader treats well, I’m not of his direct lineage! Rather than remain here swallowing their anger, we should proactively et Demon Chief Long Fei, supporting him from within the mountain. By then, Dragon-Tiger Mountain will change hands, and wouldn’t everything be decided by you, elder?"
Zhang Kun narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhang Ziheng, "Are you plotting rebellion? Facing a great enemy, you talk betrayal instead of united resistance? Are you still a Zhang family disciple?"
Zhang Ziheng grinned slyly, "Uncle, don’t pretend in front of . I know you’ve long been displeased with the current sect leader. He’s your junior, yet gives you no respect. This is your chance to turn things around! Besides, preserving Dragon-Tiger Mountain is better than ending up like Mount Shu, shattered by a single blow."
Zhang Kun pondered, "Regarding what you said, I didn’t hear anything. If you wish to enact it, go ahead. By then, I’ll assist you secretly. If you lack the courage, then fight together with earnestly to defend the mountain!"
After speaking, he swept his sleeves and departed, leaving Zhang Ziheng alone.
Zhang Ziheng gritted his teeth, laughed coldly, saying, "Old fox, we’ll see who laughs to the end!"
Following the Dragon-Tiger Mountain defense eting, Zhang Ziheng proactively requested permission from the sect leader to lead his brothers to the mountain gate’s frontline.
By then, discovering Long Fei, he intended to catch Long Fei off guard.
Among the talents of the Six Major Sects, five had initially broken through to the Unity Realm Stage, only Zhang Ziheng hadn’t.
Dragon-Tiger Mountain Ancestor had requested pills from Fla Emperor Palace, which Sect Master Zhang Changling reserved for his son’s breakthrough.
Zhang Ziheng was now rely at the late stage of Spirit Transformation Realm, one step away from the Unity Realm Stage.
Sect Master Zhang Changling was pleased he volunteered.
Imdiately selecting over a thousand elite disciples to descend the mountain, demanding he utilize Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s formations for battle against Long Fei.
This first battle shouldn’t lose Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s montum.
Although Dragon-Tiger Mountain currently lacks United Realm stage experts, the sect master believes that, with the ancestor’s formations, they should withstand Long Fei.
The mountains are green, water ripples.
Lin Yingying snapped two photos of herself in the river water below the mountain, then called out from the carriage, "Great Sect Leader, co out quickly, we’re at Dragon-Tiger Mountain."
Long Fei, all along, ditated with closed eyes, comprehending the bone patterns on his Kylin skeleton.
His flesh was flawless, only his bones remained unrefined.
Previously, he had only discovered so ordinary Divine Beast bone patterns.
Their skeletal patterns lacked length; so bones had only one or two patterns spiraling around.
However, the Kylin differs; it contains foot bone patterns, skull patterns, varied changes that greatly benefited Long Fei.
The Kylin isn’t a pure-blood Kylin; nonetheless, its skeletal patterns manifest vividly.
If it were the primordial Kylin ancestor, the fortune one could acquire would be unimaginable.
Long Fei greedily considered for a mont, then alighted from the carriage.
Ma Tengfei, a sycophant with sharp insight, promptly jumped off the carriage, suggesting, "Master, shall I take a picture of you and the young mistress together?"
Along the journey, he consulted Lin Yingying about using the phone.
Lin Yingying gave him one directly, and he beca proficient.
Alas, there’s no network in this world; the phone can only serve as a cara.
"Shall we take one?"
Long Fei smiled; he’d rarely taken photographs since coming to this world.
He and Lin Yingying stood together, back to Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
Lin Yingying, finding him too distant, deliberately drew closer, clasping his arm with one hand while making a scissor gesture, reminiscing an old style.
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