CHAPTER 928: CHAPTER 927: THE NEW QUANZHEN

Dushan, located in the western part of Shan Country, is said to be solitary, but it’s actually a series of connected snow mountains. The so-called solitude refers only to the harsh environment of this place, where there’s nothing but mountains and snow.

Due to the permafrost all year round, there is no vegetation under the snow, and even animals are unwilling to visit this place, hence it is called Dushan.

However, there are still traces of human activity, like a few isolated small villages at the foot of the mountain, with a few lonely mountain dwellers. Most of them stay at the foot of the mountain, but no one dares to climb up the snow mountains, as that’s considered a death wish.

Little Man stood on the Gravel Beach, gazing longingly at the towering snow mountains. Recently, many Immortals had appeared here, flying back and forth, sending out eerie howls that instill fear.

But she wasn’t afraid at all, because these Immortals were kind-hearted, almost every one who saw her would give her a gift, be it a piece of naan, a chunk of meat, a robe, or a pair of shoes.

She wasn’t standing here for the gifts; she stood here just to offer a jar of clear water to the passing Immortals. According to the legend of the Snow Mountains, only by drinking the clear water from the foot of the mountain would one not be captured by the mountain spirits and snow monsters when going into the snow mountains.

She had never seen the mountain spirits and snow monsters, but she vaguely felt that if it were these Immortals, it would be uncertain who would end up capturing whom.

Still, she insisted on this tradition, as a seven or eight-year-old child holding a jar of water as tall as half a person, which she had carried from far away.

As days passed by, the number of Immortals gradually decreased, as if they were all hidden deep within the snow mountains. She felt a bit disappointed, as she cared more about chatting with the Immortals rather than the gifts, rather than them just patting her on the head and hurriedly leaving after giving her a small gift, without even one Immortal to ask her: Do you want to fly?

She did want to, but she didn’t dare to say it, afraid that once said, even the simple head pats would cease.

As the sky darkened, it was time for her to return. Although there were no ferocious beasts here, the extreme day-night temperature differences and the strong mountain winds could freeze an adult unfamiliar with the terrain to death here.

Just as she turned around, a young big brother appeared in front of her, looking at her warmly with a smile. She wasn’t scared, because he wore the same kind of robe as those Immortals, though it was somewhat wrinkled, as if imprinted with large, mysterious footprints.

"Have some water!" She scooped a ladle of water with a spoon, "Drink it, and you’ll have good luck going into the snow mountains."

The young man squatted down, took the ladle, and drank it all, praising, "So sweet! I feel lucky already."

Little Man blinked, not quite understanding, "So soon? What is it?"

The young man patted her head, "Hmm, good luck, like meeting you?"

Little Man mustered up her courage. She knew such opportunities didn’t come often; an Immortal willing to talk to her, and if she missed this, there might not be another chance.

"My mother said that if I bring luck to others, I’ll also get a bit of it."

The young man smiled at the little trickster, "What kind of luck do you want? Tell me?"

Little Man softly said, "In the past few days, Little Man has seen many, many Immortals flying in the sky, and I thought, if one day Little Man could also fly, that would be great. It doesn’t even have to be high, just enough to fly over the hill..."

The voice grew quieter, as she feared her request was a bit too much; the Immortals were all busy, how could they have time to take a country child flying?

The young man followed her gaze and looked over; the hill wasn’t high, not even exceeding thirty zhàng. But even facing such an adorable little face flushed red from the cold, he firmly shook his head,

"No, I can’t take you flying! If you want to fly, you have to do it yourself!"

Little Man bit her lip hard, not letting herself cry, trying to appear very happy; she had long understood the early life’s pressures, what can be persisted, and what cannot.

The young man cupped her face, and she felt the warmth from the big hands spreading through her body, making her feel warm all over,

"But you did indeed get some luck. Next year, on this same day, an Immortal will come to recruit disciples, yes, teaching you to fly. If you learn, you won’t have to ask anyone anymore!"

Little Man was overwhelmed with joy. Flying was just a small part of her wish, of course, she hoped to be like those Immortals, not just flying, but a frown quickly returned to her face, yet the young man’s words eased her worry,

"Don’t worry, it’s free, includes food and accommodation, and they’ll discuss it well with your family."

Watching the little girl bounce away home, Hou Niao turned back, behind him, dozens of Golden Core Sword Cultivators emerged from the darkness,

"Next year, around this time, we should hold a preparatory school near Dushan; this is not pretentious. Although this place is barren, it also has indigenous people; do not drive them away, this is part of Cultivation. Since we occupy their place, we must compensate them, that’s the rule!"

Wang Mian loudly responded from behind, "As the Sect Hierarch instructed! Shidi Shipeng, are you not quickly documenting it in the Sect Hierarch’s notes? Our Jinxiu Sword Vein has not only iron blood but also tenderness!"

Li Shipeng mockingly took out a Jade Scroll, scribbling on it while muttering,

"Since we’re talking about tenderness, being this is a record, should last night’s affairs with those two young ladies be recorded?"

Wang Mian boasted, "Record it, how much time? How many times? Sword frequency? Sword transformation geometry?"

A group of people took to the sky, whistling away, though everyone didn’t show much respect to the Sect Hierarch, but he liked this atmosphere, and besides, this position he wouldn’t linger on, once everything was on the right track, after finding a suitable person, he would naturally step down. The Universe is vast; who is willing to do this for a lifetime?

They are the last batch of Quanzhen Sword Cultivators of Yujing; those yet to come likely won’t in the future, there’s nothing to regret; he is passing one blaze to another, precisely to weed out those not firm in their sword path.

Lazies are better off in the city enjoying retirement; coming to Dushan they would instead bring their bad habits; the Quanzhen Sect across Yujing and various states, including Tongtian Golden Core Nascent Soul cultivators, amounted to nearly ten thousand, which is somewhat plenty; as Yue Duo reports, Qingkong Xiao Mountain from top to bottom has no more than three thousand people, what status do they have, compared to Jinxiu?

For Sword Cultivators, excellence doesn’t lie in numbers, this has always been the principle Yue Duo emphasizes, counting Qingkong Sword Cultivators in countless cosmic battles, there has never been a time when numbers solve problems!

In the view of Sword Cultivators, one person is a soldier, ten people form a group, a hundred make an army!

Sweeping across the Universe, invincible wherever they go!