The Immortal of Peach Blossom Mountain appeared lazy and indifferent, without even a proper weapon. He often broke off a branch from the mountain to spar with others.

Seeing this ordinary peach branch, anyone would think they could go toe-to-toe with him.

Tao Mian didn't care what others thought of him. Getting a suitable weapon was the easiest thing in the world. One of his close friends was the renowned Shi Fu of Xuanji Tower, capable of crafting anything, no matter how difficult.

Even if Xuanji Tower couldn't make it, another friend would spare no expense to buy it.

The reason he chose to use local materials was simply for convenience and ease of use. Besides, he didn't blindly pursue legendary weapons for their supposed earth-shattering effects. Those mythical swords and treasures might not even outlive him.

What Tao Mian pursued was a state of harmony, a unity between man and nature, self and object.@@novelbin@@

In the realm of Peach Blossom Mountain, he had no rivals.

Chen Yan never expected to find himself in such a dire situation, unable to move.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that the Pavilion Shi Fu had underestimated Tao Mian's skills and overestimated Rong Zheng's loyalty to the Floating Pavilion.

His fingers loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.

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