Chapter 5

Of course, compared to the various supreme skills of the逍遥派 (Xiaoyao Sect), this is relatively inferior. However, if placed in the world of martial arts, it would definitely make those martial heroes fight to the death for it.

But Ding Chunqiu would never be satisfied. After all, which supreme skill of the Xiaoyao Sect does not have its unique qualities? Not only does this incomplete version of the Small Wu Xiang Skill lack special abilities, but it also hinders the breakthrough of realms. How could he be content?

When Ding Chunqiu first appeared in "Heavenly Dragon," he was already a first-class expert. Now, about six years before the beginning of "Heavenly Dragon," his cultivation had already reached the peak of the second-class realm, and he was on the verge of breaking through. During his battle with Zuo Zimu, he encountered an opportunity, but these past few days, he had been delayed by searching for the琅嬛福地 (Lan Huan Blessed Land). Only a couple of days ago did he finally have the time to attempt a breakthrough. However, he only got up dejectedly now, clearly indicating that this attempt had failed.

"Never mind, I won't think about this anymore. Once I find the Beiming Divine Skill, I won't care about realms anymore. I'll just absorb some evil and demonic forces and dominate the martial world!" Ding Chunqiu comforted himself with a pleasant feeling, leaping off the bed and taking the items sent by the Wuliang Sword Sect disciples.

These were items he had specifically asked the Wuliang Sword Sect disciples to buy for him, including ropes, iron hooks, rope buckles, and some defensive items.

Ever since Zuo Zimu learned Ding Chunqiu's identity, he was almost frightened to death. If someone else had threatened to destroy his sect, he might not have believed it, but with the notorious Ding Chunqiu, he truly did not have the courage to disbelieve.

Therefore, after that incident, Zuo Zimu's attitude toward Ding Chunqiu completely reversed by 360 degrees. He treated him like a grandfather, fearing that any dissatisfaction would bring about the destruction of his sect.

Ding Chunqiu prepared these items as a precaution. He was not the protagonist, and who knew what would happen if he jumped down from here. The best-case scenario would be a half-paralyzed body.

After checking the items to ensure nothing was missing, Ding Chunqiu left the room without saying goodbye to Zuo Zimu and headed directly up the mountain.

The scenery of Wuliang Mountain was indeed serene and captivating. The lush forests, misty peaks, and the green stone steps laid by the Wuliang Sword Sect all exuded an elegant and tranquil beauty.

Ding Chunqiu ascended the steps gracefully, his figure ethereal like a fairy, his robe billowing to reveal the tight-fitting attire underneath.

He was not from this era, and the long robes and short sleeves were completely unsuitable for him. He had no intention of adapting to them. Instead, he wore a long robe over tight-fitting attire, which made it easier to move and could even be used as a hidden weapon. How wonderful!

Before long, he reached the mountaintop. Looking far into the distance, he saw the Wuliang Jade Wall, which, in the sunlight, resembled a mirror, its interior hazy and indistinct.

"The Wuliang Sword Sect is truly brain-dead, guarding this broken thing as a treasure. They don't realize that Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui have long left. Truly a waste of life!" Ding Chunqiu shook his head, arrived at the spot he had chosen, and took the rope coil off his shoulder. He then securely tied one end to a large tree at the edge of the cliff. Throwing the rope coil down the mountain, he listened to the thundering sound of the waterfall, silently praying that this time it would be right, and he would get what he wished for!

After saying this, he attached the iron hook to his waist, fastened the rope buckle, and leaped off the mountain peak.

The Star Plucking Skill was activated to its maximum, reducing his weight as much as possible. He did not want to risk his life due to a small mistake on this sheer cliff.

While lost in thought, he quickly descended the cliff, hoping that the Wuliang Sword Sect would not do anything foolish, which would make things difficult for him.

Threatening Zuo Zimu with the destruction of his sect was just talk. He was not the real Ding Chunqiu but a person from the future. Although he could be ruthless with bandits and outlaws, it was because they had blood on their hands. The Wuliang Sword Sect, though of low character, was not a band of bandits, and he could not bring himself to harm them.

What he was worried about was whether the Wuliang Sword Sect would follow him and cut the rope to harm him. Although he had timed it well, the Wuliang Sword Sect could not catch up in a short time. As long as he was quick, he could return before they noticed.

However, anything could go wrong. If something unexpected happened, would Ding Chunqiu really have to slaughter the entire Wuliang Sword Sect?

While lost in thought, he quickly descended, and before long, he had dropped nearly a hundred meters, the rope nearly exhausted.

"Am I going to return empty-handed?" Ding Chunqiu felt dejected. At this moment, a mountain breeze blew, and a swaying pine tree came into view.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes lit up, recalling a scene from a version of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." A smile appeared on his face as he threw the iron hook, which accurately latched onto the pine tree. After pulling it a few times to ensure it was secure, he tugged on the rope, and like a crane, he floated over. He used the tip of his foot to push off the pine tree's crown, rising a few more feet, and then grabbed the protruding rocks at the edge of the cliff, leaping up with a slight effort.

After climbing up, although he had not reached the bottom of the valley, the cliff sloped downward, no longer a sheer drop. The bottom of the valley was now in sight.

Seeing this, Ding Chunqiu could not help but let out a long, joyful cry, his excitement blossoming.

The sound echoed through the valley, rumbling. Ding Chunqiu activated the Star Plucking Skill and headed directly toward the Wuliang Jade Wall.

On the left side of the cliff, a waterfall cascaded like a hanging jade dragon, pouring into a crystal-clear lake.

The waterfall continuously poured in, but the lake did not overflow. About ten zhang away from the waterfall, the lake was as calm as a mirror.

The light shone into the lake, forming a bright, round arc.

Faced with this marvel of nature, Ding Chunqiu could not help but marvel at the beauty of the natural world.

By the lakeside, clusters of tea flowers grew. Seeing this, Ding Chunqiu had no more doubts and strode forward.

After confirming that this was the right place, Ding Chunqiu began to search carefully. He was not Duan Yu and did not have the protagonist's aura, so he had to spend more time searching.

After a long time, Ding Chunqiu's patience was exhausted, and he sat on the ground dejectedly.

"Can't be like this, I've gone through eighty-one tribulations, and just one more step is left, but I'm stuck. This isn't fair!"

Ding Chunqiu, unwilling to accept this, slapped the stone wall beside him.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud noise startled Ding Chunqiu. The boulder he had slapped began to sway.

"There's something strange!" Ding Chunqiu immediately realized that the boulder, which weighed at least a thousand pounds, should not have moved with just a casual slap.

With this thought, he immediately examined the boulder closely and discovered something unusual.

The boulder was suspended on top of a small rock, a situation that could not have occurred naturally.

Realizing this, Ding Chunqiu became excited and began to test the boulder.

Rumble!

As he turned the boulder, a cave about three feet high, like a large door, was revealed.

"Ha ha ha ha, I found it, the Lan Huan Blessed Land, I found it!"

Ding Chunqiu could no longer contain his joy and burst into laughter.