Chapter 39

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The four of them walked out of the well and slowly made their way to the outside of the cave.

It was noon, and the valley they were in was bathed in warm sunlight. Looking around, they saw a colorful and picturesque landscape.

However, the valley was filled with people, some sitting and some standing, with various appearances and expressions.

Those dressed in green cloth were all disciples of Yujing Peak. Although it was not yet time to finish work, they had gathered on both sides of the cave in small groups, looking around. A dozen or so figures in dark, green, or white robes had gathered around the houses, looking anxious and solemn.

"It is said that several elders are fighting on Zixia Peak, and their disciples have been affected. So some people have fled here to avoid disaster. The managers of Yujing Peak don't know how to respond, so they went to seek advice from Xuanji, the steward..."

Wujiao walked to the cave entrance, lifted his face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. After more than two months without seeing the sun, he was really suffocated. Now that he was finally on the ground, he felt completely relaxed. He couldn't help but stretch his arms, and the long sword he was carrying almost hit Luoshan, who quickly dodged, still tightly covering his bruised and swollen face.

Tian Xiaqing stood a few steps behind, unable to resist the urge to scold, but hesitated and held back. A mere mortal, yet he mingled among the immortals and enjoyed it, truly incomprehensible!

Zong Bao continued to whisper, "There are now five elders on Lingxia Mountain: Miaoyuan, Miaoshan, Miaomin, Miaoyin, and Miaoyan. Among them, Elder Miaoyuan has the highest cultivation, said to have reached the peak of the Immortal realm. Therefore, Lingxia Mountain should be led by him, but due to the whereabouts of the sect leader, the five are at odds. Now, he and Miaoshan want to use the sect rules to severely punish the other three elders. Perhaps the verbal arguments will eventually turn into a fight, but it has nothing to do with us..." He paused and turned back, surprised, "Little Brother Wu, are you... are you okay?"

Wujiao had not seen Mushen's figure and was relieved, but hearing the news from Zong Bao, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Immortals also fight? Interesting!

It seems that grudges and enmities are not exclusive to mortals; they are the same in heaven and on earth! As the saying goes, when immortals fight, the little devils suffer! Those disciples are all hiding far away, fearing that Lingxia Mountain will become even more chaotic! If so, Mushen will surely take advantage of the situation! Without a doubt, life will be unbearable from now on!

Wujiao thought about this and suddenly heard a question. He raised his bare right arm to indicate, smiling, "I'm fine!" His arm had only a faint blood mark, barely visible.

Zong Bao shook his head, "No, I mean..."

He handed over a bronze mirror, saying, "Little Brother Wu, why don't you check for yourself?"

Wujiao took the bronze mirror with curiosity but couldn't resist teasing, "Brother Zong, you even carry a mirror, how vain!" As he lowered his head to look, his expression changed slightly.

At some point, a faint black aura had appeared between his eyebrows, like a mark or a stain.

Wujiao leaned his long sword against the side and wiped it with his hand, but stopped, his eyes wide. The black aura seemed to have penetrated his skin and couldn't be wiped off. Moreover, his pupils had a faint red tinge. He was so startled that he almost dropped the mirror, quickly returning it to Zong Bao, consoling himself, "Maybe it's just bad luck, this broken mirror can't see clearly!"

Zong Bao handed the bronze mirror to the back, nodding, "That's good!"

Wujiao's gaze followed the mirror to Tian Xiaqing, who seemed embarrassed and angry. He hurriedly smiled awkwardly, picked up his long sword, and turned to leave.

Zong Bao asked, "Where are you going, Little Brother Wu?"

"I'll go back and change my clothes..."

Wujiao said this and ran forward without looking back. After climbing over the hilltop and following the stone steps down, he reached the row of houses on the hillside but saw no sign of the manager. He looked around and continued to run. Crossing the valley and entering the forest, he searched everywhere and finally came to a large tree, where he dropped his long sword and climbed up.

Thump, thump, he was already four or five zhang off the ground. Compared to before, he was much more agile.

Wujiao's legs hung on the branch, barely sitting steady, and he drew the short sword from his waist, prying open the tree bark. The hidden items, wrapped in animal skin, were intact. He put them in his chest and returned the short sword, about to climb down, but his eyes caught a figure moving in the distance. He was startled and hurriedly slid down, "thud" falling to the ground, but didn't hesitate, jumping up and running with his long sword.

Yujing Peak was surrounded by cliffs, leaving no place to go. Perhaps where there are more people is the safest place.

At the same time, a figure darted out from the depths of the forest and shouted, "Stop!"

Wujiao turned his head like a startled swan and ran even faster.

Sure enough, it was Mushen chasing him, coming at him like the wind. He must have noticed the movement in the forest and guessed something, and now that someone was sneaking away, he wouldn't let him go easily. Behind him were other managers of Yujing Peak.

Wujiao ran as fast as he could, his feet moving like wheels, stirring up a trail of dust behind him. But no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't match the magical abilities of a cultivator. Just as he reached the row of houses on the hillside, Mushen was already a few zhang behind him. Climbing the stone steps to return to the underground of Yujing Peak was too late. Forced to stagger and turn, he stood unsteadily, holding his sword high, ready to fight.

Mushen came at him fiercely, pinching a seal, and said angrily, "Dare to fight me..."

Wujiao gritted his teeth and stepped forward, indifferent, "A cornered rabbit will kick an eagle, what are you afraid of..." He was cornered and had had enough of being bullied. Now with his sword in hand, he had to vent. As for the consequences, he couldn't think about them anymore.

In an instant, the two were about to collide.

Just then, a sword light with a faint whistling sound rushed through the valley, followed by a loud shout, "Hmph! At a time when Lingxia Mountain is facing internal and external troubles, you still fight among yourselves, how can this be!" The authority was overwhelming, and within dozens of zhang, a killing aura enveloped the area.

Wujiao, unprepared, fell to his knees, still feeling the heavy pressure, and looked up in surprise.

It was an old man with a wrinkled face, standing on a flying sword, his clothes fluttering, his expression stern, glaring coldly at the people below before flying up.

Mushen, also forced to the ground by the authority, his magical power completely dissipated. His face changed, and he raised his hand, "There is a reason, please forgive me, Elder..."

Several figures arrived, including the managers Ge Qi, Zhong Kai, Xiang Rong, and Gou Jun. They all looked fearful and dared not speak.

As the old man on the flying sword left, the authority disappeared.

Wujiao felt a sudden lightness and quickly jumped up and ran. The opportunity was fleeting; not running now would be foolish. As for fighting, that could wait for another day!

Mushen was about to chase, but hesitated. This slight delay allowed the person he was chasing to run around the houses and up the stone steps. The managers passed by without even looking at him. He grunted and followed.

Wujiao moved like a monkey, reaching the hilltop in a few leaps and then running down. As he crossed the valley and rushed to the cave entrance of Yujing Peak, he stopped abruptly, panting heavily and looking back in disbelief.

On the north side of the valley were several houses made of green stone, which he had never noticed before but now seemed significant. He saw cultivators, both men and women, old and young, all looking anxious.

However, two figures in white were particularly noticeable!

"Little Brother Wu, you said you were going to change your clothes, why are you still like this?"

Zong Bao walked over from nearby, but Wujiao was only looking at the crowd in the distance, ignoring him. Confused, Zong Bao continued, "There is a teleportation array under Yujing Peak, which is unexpected. Now many elders have gathered here, a rare sight, Little Brother Wu..." But before he finished, Wujiao had already left. He was slightly stunned and looked around. Luoshan was still covering his nose, shaking his head silently. Tian Xiaqing looked puzzled, watching.

Wujiao hurried along, his eyes shining, and he quickly adjusted his clothes while sheathing his sword. In a few breaths, the two figures in white were already close. He stopped, bowed, and said joyfully, "Miss Zixian, do you remember me..."

The two figures in white were young women. One had her hair tied up, with a face like jade, eyes like autumn water, and a clear and elegant appearance; the other was slender, with a round, beautiful face. They were Zixian and Yezi, who stopped and looked surprised.

Not far away stood a familiar yet strange man, his mouth half-open and smiling. Familiar was his face and ingratiating smile; strange was his messy hair and tattered clothes. Especially his left arm was half-bare, and his right arm was completely exposed. Around his waist, besides a leather bag, were a long and a short sword, looking very peculiar, a far cry from the once refined scholar.

Zixian was surprised for a moment, nodded slightly, and then turned away, lowering her eyes and remaining silent, as if she didn't recognize the man or didn't want to acknowledge him.

Yezi snorted and scolded, "Mr. Wu, as a disciple of Yujing Peak, you should behave yourself..." Her eyes fell on Wujiao's waist, and she pretended to be surprised, "Oh, have you changed professions and become a sword seller, hehe!" She couldn't help but laugh at her own joke.

Wujiao, finally seeing the person he had been thinking about, was overjoyed, but was suddenly cold-shouldered and mocked by Yezi.

At this moment, more figures appeared in the valley.

Several sword lights streaked across the sky... For mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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