Chapter 21

"Finally, the wind has started, hah! I've been waiting for over two months in this godforsaken place!"

"Fool, a heavy rain is coming, hurry up and run!"

The street was in chaos for a moment, with chickens flying and dogs barking, and people running in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the street, which had been crowded with people just moments ago, was empty, leaving only a mess behind.

Zongshou looked into the distance again, and sure enough, the dense fog was slowly drifting away.

As the wind grew stronger, the giant mountain, which was always hidden in the clouds, finally revealed its shape.

However, to the south, a dark, ominous cloud was also being blown towards them by the strong wind, accompanied by thunder and lightning, with the sound of rolling thunder echoing from time to time.

Zongshou's expression, however, gradually turned to one of melancholy.

It was this time again. I wonder if she is already dancing in the wind at the peak of Sheng Mountain? This habit, it is said, began a hundred years before the Divine Emperor Era.

Thinking of the memory of that ethereal and enchanting figure, Zongshou couldn't help but be lost in thought. After a long while, his thoughts were interrupted by a 'knock knock' on the door.

Yin Yang walked in from outside. He wore the large saber with the looped hilt at his waist, and he was already dressed and ready. He wore a martial master's robe, looking very imposing. Unfortunately, his face remained cold and stern.

"Prince, we should set off now! Delay will bring changes, we can't wait here any longer—"

Braving the torrential rain, the Cloud-Turning Chariot drove out of the mountain first. Racing at high speed in the strong wind, the sixteen Cloud-Treading Horses showed some resistance, occasionally neighing in dissatisfaction. However, under Yin Yang's control, they all moved obediently at the front.

The chariot also tilted from time to time due to the strong wind. Fortunately, the array on the Cloud-Turning Chariot's chassis took effect, stabilizing it just before it tipped over.

After passing through a dense forest spanning over a hundred miles and flying over a river three hundred zhang wide, the Cloud-Turning Chariot finally arrived at the foot of a majestic mountain.

The first thing that caught the eyes of the three people was a huge mountain gate.

The stone gate, nine hundred zhang high, was made of eighteen giant stone pillars, all of which were made of dark green spiritual jade, carved with various reliefs, making it look both grand and magnificent. The stairs inside were also made of stone, extremely wide.

It clearly displayed the overwhelming power of the Donglin Cloud Sect.

"This is the Spirit Mountain? So big—"

Chuxue and Zongshou jumped off the Cloud-Turning Chariot and looked up at the mountain top, but it was hidden in the clouds, making it impossible to see its true appearance.

"This place is at least three times bigger than our Qiantian Mountain! No, at least five times. No wonder it's the Lingyun Sect—"

Zongshou secretly sneered. What does the size of this Spirit Mountain have to do with the Lingyun Sect? He coldly snorted, "This Spirit Mountain is indeed big. But a mountain doesn't need to be high to be famous if it has immortals; water doesn't need to be deep to be magical if it has dragons—"

He paused, thinking of the fact that there were currently the strongest beings in this world, closest to immortals, residing on this mountain.

On their Qiantian Mountain, apart from those few people, there was no real talent. He pursed his lips, looking at the mountain top with disdain. He lacked the confidence to say such words.

He remembered that when he first entered the Divine Emperor game as a rookie, he was often robbed by Lingyun Sect disciples, and even killed and looted. Later, he completely clashed with the first major sect in the eastern cloud realm, and the number of Lingyun Sect disciples he killed was probably in the tens of thousands.

After achieving mastery in martial arts, he even broke into the Cloud Palace and fought the sect leader for a day and a night. Although he eventually had to escape, he still left with honor.

In his past and present life, he had a deep entanglement with the Lingyun Sect. No matter what, he just couldn't stand them.

However, those past heroic deeds were in the game. Now, in front of the Lingyun Sect, he was like an ant under a giant's foot. They didn't even need to move; just their aura could crush him.

His greatest wish had always been to step on this sect and stomp on it hard. He wondered if he could fulfill this wish in his lifetime.

He also thought that if his father's influence could get him into the Lingyun Sect, what should he do? Go with the flow or be more assertive?

The storm outside was waiting for him. Having a major sect as a backing seemed like a good idea.

He had long been eyeing the martial arts and spiritual techniques of the Lingyun Sect, which had been passed down for ten thousand years. Before obtaining the Cosmic Life Book, he had already planned to sneak into the Lingyun Sect's scripture cave again.

If things didn't go well in the future, he could always leave the sect. After all, those few old guys couldn't do anything to him.

Chuxue, upon hearing this, looked back at him with some surprise. She shook her head, not knowing what was going through Zongshou's mind at that moment—thoughts that would make Lingyun Sect disciples want to tear him apart.

When Yin Yang and the others drove here, it was still pouring rain. But near the Spirit Mountain, it was clear and sunny.

The three of them climbed the stairs and soon reached the entrance of the mountain gate.

They saw four or five Taoists standing straight at the bottom of the giant stone pillars, on both sides of the gate.

Before Zongshou and the others could get close, a square-faced Taoist stepped out and shouted loudly, "Who are you? Today is the day for the inner disciples of the Lingyun Sect to enter. The outer disciples' examination will be held three days later, after the rain stops. If you have no other business, please leave quickly!"

Yin Yang quickly stopped and bowed solemnly, "I am Yin Yang from Qiantian Mountain, sent by my lord to pay respects to the head of the Spirit Mountain of your esteemed sect! I wish for our young master to join the Lingyun Sect!"

As he spoke, Yin Yang took out a crimson token from his hand and held it in front of him.

"This is the Lingyun Red Token!"

Zongshou's pupils constricted, and he suddenly understood. No wonder his father and Yin Yang were confident that he could join the Lingyun Sect.

Those who possessed the Lingyun Red Token had done favors for the Lingyun Sect. Holding this token, one could request one favor from the Lingyun Sect at any time. Of course, the favor should be commensurate with the favor done.

Seeing the golden line below the 'Lingyun' characters on the token, it seemed that his father or ancestor had made a significant contribution to the Lingyun Sect.

The square-faced Taoist was also surprised but only hesitated slightly, glanced at Zongshou, and nodded, "So you are from the Tianhu Clan! And this one is the young master of Qiantian Mountain, correct? With this high-quality Lingyun Red Token, not only can you become a disciple, but even joining the head's inner circle is not excessive. My name is Huang Yi, a fifth-generation disciple of the Lingyun Sect. Please follow me!"

After saying this, Huang Yi raised his hand, and a cloud-shaped magical tool flew out and hovered in the air.

Yin Yang and Chuxue didn't say anything more and stepped onto the 'cloud.' Zongshou followed closely behind, taking large steps up.

"Please stand steady!"

Huang Yi gave a slight reminder, then made a hand seal, recited a spell, and said, "Rise." The cloud immediately rose into the air and slowly flew towards the mountain top.

The cloud moved slowly but was much faster than walking. In just a moment, they were already halfway up the mountain.

Chuxue, who had never ridden such a spiritual master's magical tool before, stomped her feet and said enviously, "This Taoist Huang Yi is just a fifth-generation disciple of the Lingyun Sect, young and not much older than me, and he can already control a magical tool to fly. I wonder when Xue'er will achieve such a level—"

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