Chapter 13

Gentle sunlight filtered through, casting a fine, golden glow, warming the heart with a touch of intoxicating tenderness. The jade tree was enveloped in the spring atmosphere, the setting sun adding a touch of brilliance, a stream of water flowed eastward, and the mountains reflected the clear blue sky.

Stepping out of the scripture hall, Jun Wuming faced the cool mountain breeze and gazed into the distance at the emerald river at the foot of the mountain. The tranquil and serene river surface was calm and silent.

However, Jun Wuming's heart was somewhat agitated. The scripture hall contained numerous cultivation methods, and Jun Wuming spent several hours there before selecting a suitable cultivation technique.

Breaking through to the Second Stage Realm not only transformed one's aura into a tangible form but also opened the two bridges of heaven and earth, allowing the body to exchange energy with the natural elements, forming a grand cycle. The body was constantly refined, and the spirit in the sea of consciousness was nourished and strengthened by the essence of the powerful body.

Cultivators at the Second Stage Realm had several significant characteristics: first, their internal energy evolved into magical power, which was inexhaustible, making it difficult for ordinary objects to harm them; second, they forged a magical body, freeing themselves from the constraints of food to some extent, allowing them to survive for ten to fifteen days without food; third, they could ride the wind, enabling low-altitude flight, making even a thousand-foot cliff as flat as a plain and a ten-thousand-mile river no obstacle.

Levitating in the air, reciting the Daoist incantation, he summoned the power of the wind, and his figure was gently carried by the wind, ascending into the azure sky. The horizon was blue, the autumn wind was brisk, and all things withered in the dim yellow twilight.

Reining in his scattered thoughts, he lightly leaped, gliding over the tall ancient trees, heading straight for the heart of the Peach Mountain range without stopping at the Peach Mountain Ancient Town.

The Peach Mountain range was undulating and majestic, with the central peak, the Green Peach Peak, towering several thousand meters high, surrounded by a cluster of large and small peaks. In early spring, the mountains were covered in blooming flowers and the sound of birds; in midsummer, the ancient trees were tall and lush; in late autumn, the mountains were painted in a variety of colors, creating a beautiful landscape; and in winter, they were covered in snow, looking exceptionally charming.

Jun Wuming's new estate was nestled in a quiet valley, with a large waterfall cascading in front of it. The waterfall, like a river of silver, splashed down, creating a thunderous roar, vividly depicting the tranquility of the valley. The wind carried the mist, creating a serene atmosphere.

Riding the wind, he descended into the small, serene valley bathed in the golden sunlight. Jun Wuming walked into the estate below the waterfall, which was meticulously designed and constructed by a renowned master craftsman hired by Lin Hong.

The sound of the waterfall was muffled by the array formation covering the estate, creating a clear and tranquil atmosphere. The first impression upon entering the estate was one of elegance and serenity. The estate was skillfully laid out, taking advantage of the terrain, with distinct areas, pavilions, and terraces. The clear spring water from the waterfall was channeled to form a large lake, and the estate was exquisitely designed with courtyards, artificial hills, and rows of trees. In the gentle evening breeze, Jun Wuming felt a warm current rise in his heart, having finally found a home after being away for over a decade.

Walking deeper into the estate, he faced another estate across a bridge, dividing the vast valley into two equal parts.

Instructing the maids to properly organize the estate, Jun Wuming left and sat cross-legged on a green stone platform beside the Lingsha Waterfall. This was his usual place for cultivation, where the presence of a large body of water greatly enhanced the effectiveness of water attribute cultivation.

The place was quiet and secluded, and the servants guarding the area would not dare to disturb him. With a wave of his sleeve, he took out the prepared spiritual materials.

A beam of rosy light fell, and a thick, rough branch about four feet long, shimmering with blue and green, appeared in his hand.

This was a thousand-year-old Green Peach Lightning Spirit Wood, a branch of the Green Peach Spirit Root that had been struck by lightning and broken off. It was stored in the Cloudy Peak Bandit Camp's treasury and was taken out by Jun Wuming under the pretext of slaying demons. When he lightly gripped it, a faint blue and green light flowed between his fingers, causing his entire arm to tingle, almost making him lose his grip.

The power of the heavenly lightning was formidable, Jun Wuming frowned. He had planned to refine this spiritual material into a powerful magical weapon, but it seemed to be a challenging task, even with his profound magical power, he could not isolate the influence of the heavenly lightning.

After some thought, he decided on a course of action. It was noon, and he glanced at the golden sun in the sky. With a flick of his finger, six beams of red spiritual light shot out from his palm. Six small red banners, each representing a direction, expanded into six large red flags. His eyes narrowed, and he cast the array formation with black spiritual light, shouting:

"Six Yang Array, activate!"

These six red banners were borrowed from a guest elder of the Cloudy Peak Bandit Camp, specifically for refining the spiritual material.

The six red banners, following the array formation, emitted layers of red light, forming red clouds above them. A burst of white-hot flames instantly shot out from the air, igniting the elemental energy and creating red, high-temperature flames.

Raising an eyebrow, Jun Wuming used his magical power to control the spiritual material, pushing it into the array. At the same time, he activated the array formation to draw the active solar fire energy at noon, transforming it into Six Yang True Fire to refine the spiritual material.

As the Six Yang True Fire, now golden, slowly melted the Green Peach Spirit Branch, Jun Wuming noticed that the spiritual material had been completely transformed into a pool of spiritual liquid. He then added a lump of silver-glowing meteorite stone.

This meteorite stone was a rare essence of a meteorite, only found in a small portion of meteorites. When Jun Wuming took the meteorite stone and the Green Peach Lightning Spirit Branch, the warehouse guardian, Elder Lin, complained bitterly.

The temperature of the Six Yang True Fire was not as high as that of various celestial fires, but once the Six Yang Array was formed, its ability to melt metal was extraordinary, making it somewhat overkill for refining a magical weapon.

The Green Peach Spirit Wood was a spiritual material with water, wood, and lightning attributes, and the balance of life and death forces. Jun Wuming used the Six Yang True Fire to refine the wood attribute, aiming to create a water-lightning attribute sword.

Seeing the sword take shape in the array, Jun Wuming quickly bit his tongue and sprayed a stream of blood into the sword.

This was a last resort, as cultivators at the Second Stage Realm had just formed their magical power, and their essence was not abundant. To fully refine the sword, it would take a long time to imprint his life mark on it, so using blood to refine it was the only way to expedite the process.

The sword, now infused with blue, green, and silver, quickly condensed into a three-foot-long, ancient black sword.

The ancient sword glowed faintly, with dark patterns on the hilt. Jun Wuming casually dismissed the Six Yang Array, and with a wave of his hand, the black sword shot toward him, and he caught it in his right hand. Examining the black sword, he found it to be resilient, with a cold, sharp edge that sent a chill to his heart. Infusing it with black magical power, he swung the sword at the deep, clear water.

A muffled splash echoed as a black, crescent-shaped sword energy shot into the clear water.

Smiling, Jun Wuming's star-like eyes twinkled, and he vanished in a puff of green smoke, heading toward the foot of the mountain. A message had just arrived, indicating that a fierce beast had appeared!

At this moment, the cargo manager was likely in a panic.

Riding the wind, he swiftly flew several miles.

However, just as Jun Wuming left, a white figure, like a graceful swan, landed on the green stone platform. The man, dressed in white, had a sword-like brow, cold stars in his eyes, long hair flowing over his shoulders, and a bright blue mark on his forehead. He held a black-sheathed long sword, his fingers as smooth as jade, and he moved with the grace of a dragon and the strength of a tiger.

Elegant and refined, with a face like a jade crown, he was smiling.

Casually observing the fish and shrimp in the pond, he looked toward the distant green figure in the wind.

"It seems my junior does not need my protection."

The corner of the white-clad man's mouth curled up.

"Very well, I'll just take a stroll." He instantly transformed into a white shadow and disappeared, following the green figure.

Staring at the stern, purple-clad middle-aged man, Jun Wuming smiled. This purple-clad man was another major clan member of the Cloudy Peak Bandit Camp, named Gao Xing. Seeing his helpless expression, Jun Wuming felt both amused and surprised. What kind of fierce beast was so cunning?

The cargo manager pointed to the black dragon-bone ship, which was rocking in the river. "Young Master Ming, please look! The fierce beast is causing trouble underwater. We've tried to capture it several times, but it always escapes. The river bottom is deep and filled with strange rocks and caves, making it difficult to track."

Gao Xing added, looking puzzled, "Strangely, this beast never eats people; it only causes trouble. It only damages our ships carrying spiritual meat and medicinal herbs!"

"We've tried to deal with the underwater beast, but it has been ineffective, and now it has become more aggressive. Now, any ship passing through this section of the river is attacked."

The Peach Mountain range, with its mountains and water, was near the Misty Forest, where rare ancient beasts and treasures were not uncommon. Every year, the Cloudy Peak Bandit Camp organized a hunt to capture fierce beasts from the outer regions of the Misty Forest to exchange for valuable resources. However, some beasts occasionally escaped, which Jun Wuming found unsurprising.

"Has Uncle Gao organized strong cultivators on the ships to lure and capture this beast?" Jun Wuming pondered.

"Of course, but this beast is cunning. It never approaches when strong cultivators are on the ship, which is very frustrating," the purple-clad man sighed, falling silent.

"Uncle Gao, please rest assured. I will take care of this. Please wait a moment while I investigate," Jun Wuming reassured the slightly agitated purple-clad man, staring at the turbulent water in the river.

Nodding slightly, he instantly merged into the clear, tranquil river, vanishing without a trace.

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