Chapter 77

"Shout... shout directly!"

"Shout? You go!"

Qin Feng gestured to Old Daoist Qiu, who immediately agreed and ran to the riverside, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I come to pay respects on the mountain, please send someone down to receive me, Sir Immortal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver light flashed in the immortal mist of Fenghong, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom. Soon, a white figure stood on a massive flying sword, shooting out from the immortal mist.

The figure gradually grew larger, and finally with a "thud," the large broadsword was diagonally embedded in the ground. The young man in white, standing on the sword, casually flicked his hair and jumped off the broadsword.

Qin Feng was speechless.

He had seen people ride flying swords before, but such a showy display was a first.

Qin Feng sensed that the newcomer was merely at the Eighth Rank of the Mortal Gang Realm. He was not tall, and his appearance was ordinary, but the green mole on his left cheek was quite noticeable. This young man clearly regarded Qin Feng and Old Daoist Qiu as inexperienced visitors, and deliberately performed a flashy move of embedding the sword into the ground to show off his immortal style, which Qin Feng found quite disdainful.

However, Old Daoist Qiu was quite pleased.

He eagerly approached, bowed to the young cultivator with the green mole, and then proudly took out a low-grade spirit stone, handing it over.

"Sir Immortal, a small token of my respect, please accept it," Old Daoist Qiu said with a fawning smile, bowing deeply.

Qin Feng, standing at a distance, immediately frowned.

However, to Qin Feng's surprise, the young man with the green mole actually accepted it as a matter of course, immediately beaming and nodding in approval, "Hmm, not bad, you have good judgment, go on up!"

He then turned his gaze to Qin Feng.

This meant it was Qin Feng's turn.

Seeing Old Daoist Qiu climb onto the broadsword with a satisfied look and sit at the tail end, Qin Feng felt extremely uncomfortable.

A low-grade spirit stone was not much to Qin Feng, but for such a thing to happen at the entrance of Shujian Mountain, his impression of Shujian Mountain instantly dropped.

"This is clearly a robbery. Coming to pay respects to an immortal mountain, how can it feel like a bribe? If someone doesn't have a spirit stone, they can't cultivate?"

Of course, this was just Qin Feng's thoughts. Since he had come to Shujian Mountain, he had to go up, regardless of the outcome.

Reluctantly, it seemed there was no other way to go up.

There was no need to cause trouble over a low-grade spirit stone with the people of Shujian Mountain.

After handing over the spirit stone, Qin Feng jumped onto the young man's broadsword.

The young man, satisfied, patted the spirit stone in his hand, looked at Qin Feng's back, and sneered. Then he jumped onto the flying sword, activated the spell, and the flying sword rose into the air again.

The flying sword ascended higher and higher, and the view became wider and wider.

Qin Feng sighed inwardly. Being a sword immortal was truly great. A mere Eighth Rank Mortal Gang Realm cultivator could ride a flying sword, while he, a First Rank Mortal Gang Realm body cultivator, could only hop around on the ground like a frog.

After rising to a certain height, the flying sword changed direction and accelerated, shooting into the immortal mist of Fenghong.

Inside the mist, the visibility was only a few meters.

Old Daoist Qiu sat quietly at the tail end of the sword, not daring to breathe. Out of curiosity, Qin Feng moved his body and approached Old Daoist Qiu.

But just as he took a step, the young man with the green mole at the tip of the sword suddenly turned around with a serious look and scolded, "Stay still, don't move around. Be careful not to interfere with the flying sword's trajectory, or you might trigger the Rainbow Mist Sea Array. You won't even know how you die. Hmph!"

After saying that, he ignored Qin Feng and turned back to focus on controlling the flying sword.

Qin Feng was slightly taken aback.

Fortunately, Old Daoist Qiu explained the situation to him, and Qin Feng understood what was going on.

It turned out that the flying sword was now in the outer protective array of Shujian Mountain, the Rainbow Mist Sea Array. This array was enormous, covering a range of several hundred miles, encompassing the entire outer mountain range of Shujian Mountain.

This array had existed since the founding of Shujian Mountain and was a super-large array that had been passed down for thousands of years. According to legend, it was set up by the founding ancestor of Shujian Mountain, along with several Great Beings of the Celestial Gang Realm. When fully activated, its power was immense, capable of withstanding several attacks from late-stage Celestial Gang Realm cultivators without being destroyed.

This array not only protected Shujian Mountain from being attacked but also had the magical effect of concealing the mountain gate. Most cultivation sects preferred to create their mountain gates as isolated paradises, making them more suitable for peaceful cultivation and avoiding disturbances from secular forces or occasional intruders.

"You will soon see the gate of our sect."

Sure enough, after the flying sword flew for a while, the surrounding mist gradually thinned, and Qin Feng's view suddenly widened.

But the scenery before him made Qin Feng's expression of amazement freeze.

"Here, it's truly beautiful!"

Even with his extensive knowledge, Qin Feng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Old Daoist Qiu, who had been there before, still had a dazed look, clearly stunned by the beauty. The young man with the green mole turned around and looked at their expressions, his face full of pride.

How many people had he escorted? Every person who came to pay respects had the same expression.

Thinking back to when he first came to pay respects, he had the same wide-eyed amazement, thinking he had entered a paradise.

Astonishment, amazement!

Because the Shujian Mountain before him was truly a paradise on earth!

Waterfalls cascaded down from a high point, forming another waterfall in the sky, with seven-colored light painting the horizon, creating a wide rainbow that spanned the sky.

But this was not the most spectacular sight. The most amazing and awe-inspiring thing was—

Shujian Mountain, with ten peaks on one mountain!

Why ten peaks on one mountain? Because it had one main mountain body, one inverted peak, and nine suspended peaks. The nine suspended peaks, all upright, floated around the inverted peak at the center, arranged in a pattern that seemed to follow the laws of heaven and earth, forming a "nine-nine returns to one" formation. Stairs connected the peaks, like a ladder to immortality in the mist.

Each of the nine suspended peaks around the main peak had its own unique scenery. Some were covered with blooming flowers and lush trees, others had towering buildings, and some were filled with swords, creating a solemn atmosphere.

When Qin Feng turned his gaze to the inverted peak of Shujian Mountain, he saw a vast platform and a series of grand buildings, with a massive Zuxian stone sword standing tall in the center of the square. The square was filled with cultivators, dressed in white and carrying flying swords, diligently practicing and striving for the perfect path of immortality.

Such wondrous stones, exotic plants, fragrant flowers, chirping birds, waterfalls, and the sword cemetery, deep and beautiful, moist and mysterious, truly deserved to be called a paradise on earth, a heaven on earth.

This was the first righteous force of the Yunqi Kingdom—

Shujian Mountain!