Chapter 879: Familiar Scenery
the Flying Sky Asura, and he also possessed magical treasures. He could not even kill him.So, Yi Tian Nie felt a sense of retreat, but he was ruthless and wanted to destroy the Jiang Yun Zi Fruit Tree...Falling from the Cloud Bridge, I transformed. Then, a lightness filled my body as I was pulled by the flying sword, leaving the illusion of the Cloud Bridge behind.
Most people had fallen before him. They were now divided into two groups, on either side of the pier. Some were sitting cross-legged to catch their breath, while others stood, their expressions varied.
On the left, there were far fewer people, only a dozen or so. They all looked radiant and energetic, including the young man who had fallen earlier. He too, was no longer despondent, but instead wore a broad smile on his face.
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On the other side, though there were many people, they were all shrouded in sadness and despair.
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Seeing this scene, the avatar immediately understood that the cultivator on the left must have been chosen by Yan Miao Pavilion.
A glance was cast.
As expected, the three-spiritual root boy who appeared during the previous talent check was also on the left.
As this thought arose in his mind, the avatar saw the swordsman extend his left hand. His body stiffened, and under a shower of envious gazes, he was carried to the left side of the pier by a flying sword.
The transformation took on a delighted expression, ignoring his need to catch his breath and recover. He quickly straightened his clothes and bowed, saying, "Thank you, senior, for making this possible!"
"You're quite clever!"
The swordsman sheathed his flying sword and let out a mocking laugh.
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The middle-aged cultivator looked up and down at the avatar, his face undisguised admiration. "Not bad, dare to be the first in the world, and have a firm personality. Until the spiritual power is almost exhausted, he was influenced by Yunqiao and became disordered. Although his talent is slightly weaker, his mentality is the best among all. No wonder he can smoothly break through the three bottlenecks, and may not be able to achieve something in the future."
The sword cultivator also put away his mockery and said seriously, “You’re a good seedling for sword training. Would you like to come to our Fei Hong Hall to learn swordsmanship”
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"Ding,師弟！"
The middle-aged cultivator glared at him, “These disciples still need to be reviewed by the Headmaster and personally assigned by him. The Headmaster will consider the situation within the sect, we, as disciples, should not overstep our bounds.”
The sword cultivator chuckled, not afraid of his senior brother at all. "When the Sect Master distributed disciples, didn't he also consider their talents and wishes This disciple's temperament doesn't need further refinement. Besides our Feihong Hall, where else would be suitable for him Is it possible that he should go to the Casting Hall to start a fire I'm just giving him a little guidance so that he won't go astray in the future."
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The fourth person beside them suddenly chimed in, "With a stable mind, you'd also be good at drawing talismans in our Xueying Hall."
Then she lowered her head, avoiding the sword cultivator's gaze.
The middle-aged cultivator and the young man in green robes exchanged a glance, shaking their heads helplessly.
The disciples hadn't even entered the gate when the vying and scheming had already begun.
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Transforming into the figure, he listened to their bickering, feeling amused and perplexed. His talent, apparently, was even causing a stir. It was fortunate that he had "fallen" just in time and hadn't shown off too much.
At this time, there were still five people on the Yunqiao, each of whose cultivation levels exceeded that of a Nascent Soul, all above the tenth level of the Qi Refining period.
Even an elderly man in his seventies was present, reaching the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, surpassing everyone else in cultivation.
Four people at the Yanyan Pavilion were discussing whether to keep the old man.
After a while, these people also came down one after another. However, the old man's performance was astonishing. He almost persisted until his spiritual energy was completely depleted before falling from above.
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Until the very last moment, the old man was tormented by the raging wind outside and by the Cloud Bridge's bewildering influence within. His body swayed like a willow in the wind, yet his mind remained remarkably clear, tenaciously persevering.
Looking at the elder sent back by the flying sword.
The dock was eerily silent.
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The four people in the Yian Miao Pavilion looked serious and put away their frivolity.
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The sword cultivator let out a barely perceptible sigh, murmuring, "It's a pity I'm too old to build my foundation."
The cultivator from the Xueying Hall's eyes flashed with excitement, as if seeing a treasure, instantly forgetting his avatar.
"Comrades, please take a moment to rest."
The middle-aged cultivator pointed to the left side of the pier.
The elder was also a shrewd man, and at once knew he had been chosen. Though his oil lamp was nearly burnt out, he still trembled as he stood up and bowed in thanks, "I am unworthy!"
His face was streaked with tears.
No one laughed.
On the right side of the pier, the cultivators wore thoughtful expressions. Some cultivators did not wait for the announcement of the results from the Yīnmǐāo Pavilion before bowing to them and taking flight on their escape light.
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"Fellow cultivators."
The middle-aged cultivator turned his head to look at the right side of the dock, "Since you all failed the Yunqiao test today, please go back!"
Although they had prepared themselves mentally, some people still burst into tears.
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The middle-aged cultivator turned to the other side, "Though you have passed the Yunqiao test, you are not yet disciples of my Yimiao Pavilion. You still need to be personally examined by the Pavilion Master. Please board the ship first."
Having said that, the middle-aged cultivator threw out a palm-sized bamboo boat.
The bamboo boat, catching the wind, grew longer and longer, transforming into a large vessel. People streamed aboard, and the ship sliced through the waves at top speed, racing towards the island in the center of the lake.
The cloud bridge had vanished at some unknown point, the mist dissipated, leaving not a trace behind.
Soon, the large boat brought them close to Lake Heart Island and then sailed into the mist without hesitation.
Mists billowed, like giant waves parting to the sides.
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Once you step inside, everything is white and blinding. You could easily get lost if you're not careful.
Everyone looked awed, those who had seen many forms and were well-informed, could see a hint. The Mist Sea should not be too powerful of a spirit formation, just an ordinary illusionary array.
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Tiān Mù Dié had previously peeked into Yān Miǎo Gé. The center of the mist wasn't just one lake island; it was possibly a large area of water sealed off by the mist.
With the strength of Yanmiao Pavilion, it shouldn't have the ability to set up such a large-scale top-level spirit formation. The real mountain-protecting formation is still inside.
Without the middle-aged cultivator making any movements, the bamboo boat sailed through the mist for a while. Suddenly, the fog parted before their eyes.
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The smoke and waves are vast.
Several green peaks rise from the lake, their height rivaling that of the mountains outside.
Between these peaks, bridges of white jade connect them, with few figures on them. Some of the white jade bridges are covered with vines that hang down from high above, uneven and long enough to reach the water surface.
The vines swayed in the breeze, like a natural curtain, a vibrant and lively scene.
A breathtakingly beautiful landscape unfolded before their eyes, stunning these impoverished, wandering cultivators.
A look of astonishment appeared on his transformed face.
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This scene of mountains rising from the water, with people wandering among them, suddenly evokes a hidden memory deep within my heart.
Mount Shaohua.
There are enemies, and there are relatives.
That period of memories is not entirely pleasant, but it's also where he underwent several transformations.
Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, are old friends still around
“Ahead are the numbered peaks, where the entrance to our Yān Miǎo Pavilion lies. It’s no surprise that this will be your training ground…”
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The voice of the middle-aged cultivator startled everyone awake. He tapped his foot slightly, and the bamboo boat shook off the water surface, shooting towards one of the green peaks.
As they neared the summit of Qingfeng, the middle-aged cultivator took out a token and waved it. He then effortlessly flew upwards, landing on a stone platform halfway up the mountain. He released everyone there.
A stone staircase leads directly to the summit along a path of stones. Between the lush trees, one can faintly see several magnificent halls.
"Come with me, I'll take you to see the master!"
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A middle-aged cultivator led the crowd, ascending the steps.
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