Chapter 69

For two days, the surroundings of Cui Ling Peak had been very peaceful, except for the time when Li Lingfeng passed on the order of the sect master and went to the bamboo forest at the foot of the peak, only Zhao Zirou, a disciple of Zizhu Peak, had come.

However, the heavy stone door of the cave on Cui Ling Peak remained tightly closed. Gu Fei seemed to be in seclusion, as he was known to be a fanatic in cultivation among the younger generation of Tai Xuan Sect.

He seemed to be completely unaware that Zhao Zirou had ever come.

Time passed quickly in cultivation, and soon it was the third day. On the morning of the third day, just as the eastern sky began to show a hint of light, the door of the cave on Cui Ling Peak opened.

Gu Fei slowly stepped out, dressed in white, his long hair simply tied back with a silk ribbon. His face, not particularly handsome, was angular and exuded a sense of firmness.

He looked up at the sky and then headed down the mountain. A light mist enveloped the mountain, and the leaves on both sides of the path were still adorned with glistening dewdrops.

Gu Fei walked along the mountain path, and a cool breeze greeted him, the fresh scent of grass and trees invigorating his spirit.

After about half an hour, a white figure arrived at Zizhu Peak. By then, the eastern sky was beginning to turn white, and the darkness that had enveloped the world was being dispelled by the light.

In a picturesque, flower-filled small valley, there was a small house made of purple bamboo. Zizhu Peak was named after the purple bamboo that grew on the peak.

This purple bamboo was not a rare item, but it was very hard, and ordinary swords and knives could not cut it. Most of the disciples on Zizhu Peak liked to use this bamboo to build their cultivation places because it was very sturdy.

Gu Fei silently entered the small valley and approached the purple bamboo house.

He clearly sensed a rhythmic fluctuation of magical power coming from inside the purple bamboo house, indicating that someone was cultivating inside, but they seemed unaware of his arrival.

Gu Fei stood outside the door for a long time. When the sun rose over the eastern mountains, like a bright red disk hanging on the horizon, he looked up at the sky, knowing he could no longer wait. He took a small box from his chest and gently placed it on the ground in front of the door.

He did not want to disturb the person cultivating inside, so after placing the small box, he turned and left.

Just as Gu Fei's figure disappeared at the valley entrance, a green figure silently appeared in front of the small house. This person appeared as if they were a breeze, leaving no trace.

It was a middle-aged woman in a green robe, with eyebrows like distant mountains, a face like a lotus, and a graceful demeanor. In her youth, she must have been a beauty who could make a nation fall.

This person was none other than Zhao Zirou's master, Yan Xingyun. She glanced in the direction where Gu Fei had disappeared, then looked at the small box on the ground in front of the house, her expression becoming somewhat peculiar.

Then, Yan Xingyun's figure flickered and vanished into thin air, as if she had never been there.

Inside the Tai Xuan Hall, Daoist Xuantian and the seven lineage leaders were all present. In the hall, nine young men stood, among them one of the ten outstanding young experts who had emerged from the nine-lineage trials.

"Where is Gu Fei? Why hasn't he come yet!" Li Lingfeng kept looking outside the hall, seeing that the time was not early, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

As the most outstanding young disciple of the sect master's lineage, Li Lingfeng already knew why the sect master had summoned the ten young disciples who had ranked in the top ten of the nine-lineage trials.

The once-in-two-hundred-years Xutian Training was to be undertaken by the top ten disciples who had won the nine-lineage trials!

According to some of the senior masters who had participated in the Xutian Training, it was a place full of opportunities but also full of dangers. However, no one was willing to reveal what kind of place it was.

It was known that most of those who had experienced the Xutian Training had become powerful figures in the cultivation world. It was even rumored that the sect master himself had once participated in the Xutian Training.

"What's wrong with Gu Fei? Could it be... he dares to ignore the sect master's order?" Just as Li Lingfeng and others were becoming impatient, a white figure appeared at the entrance of the hall, and someone walked in.

The nine young men standing respectfully in the hall looked up, and who else could it be but Gu Fei, the successor of the Cui Ling Peak lineage?

"Pay respects to the sect master and the lineage leaders!" Gu Fei quickly walked forward, respectfully bowing to Daoist Xuantian on the high throne, and then to the seven lineage leaders on either side.

"Hmm!" Daoist Xuantian merely nodded, and the seven lineage leaders only gave Gu Fei a cursory glance, showing no particular reaction.

"Now that everyone is here, I won't say more. Here are ten jade slips; take them and you will know why I have summoned you." Daoist Xuantian waved his sleeve, and ten white lights flew out from his sleeve, floating to the front of Gu Fei and the others.

Gu Fei, Li Lingfeng, Ziyu, and the others quickly caught the jade slip that flew to them and then probed their divine consciousness into the jade slip.

In the next moment, the faces of the ten young experts became extremely expressive, showing shock, bewilderment, wild joy, and confusion, like a series of expressions flashing across their faces.

"Xutian Realm, the nine-colored grass?" When Gu Fei probed his divine consciousness into the jade slip, he was first startled by its content, then frowned.

The content of the jade slip was not much, just a map and a depiction of a heavenly essence, followed by a description of this mountain training.

It turned out that in the Ten Thousand Mountains of Tenglong Continent, there was a mysterious place called the Xutian Realm. This mysterious place was discovered by the founding patriarchs of the three major Daoist sects, and it opened every 120 years, or two cycles of sixty years.

The three major Daoist sects agreed that each time the Xutian Realm opened, they could only send ten disciples to train inside, for a period of ten days.

If they did not come out of the Xutian Realm within ten days, the entrance to the Xutian Realm would close, and it would not open again until the next 120 years.

In other words, if they could not come out of the Xutian Realm on time, they would not come out at all.

Over thousands of years, the three major Daoist sects had opened the Xutian Realm dozens of times, and inevitably some disciples did not manage to come out before the Xutian Realm closed. None of these disciples who were trapped in the Xutian Realm were found alive when it opened again 120 years later.

At this moment, a middle-aged Daoist with black hair and a beard, wearing a green robe and with fluttering sleeves, walked out from the back of the hall.

"This is your Senior Uncle Dan Chenzi. He will lead this training, and you must follow his instructions, understood?" Daoist Xuantian said calmly.

"Yes, Sect Master!" everyone responded in unison.

"Very well, there's no time to waste. Go back to your respective residences now, pack your things, and meet at the square in half an hour." Daoist Xuantian waved his sleeve, addressing Li Lingfeng and the others.

Upon hearing this, Gu Fei was taken aback. He never imagined that he would be leaving Tai Xuan Mountain so soon. Before this, he had never thought about going down the mountain, and his memories of the outside world, which dated back to when he was eight, were already very vague.

Thinking about facing the outside world, Gu Fei felt a bit uneasy at this moment.