158: Chapter 158: Moving Mountains

Time passed quickly, and the day of the Soul Transformation Banquet approached.

Xiao Ran was currently standing in an open space in the back mountains of the Eternal Night Demon Sect, looking around.

The Eternal Night Demon Sect stipulated that any Cultivator who reached the Spirit Severing Stage could choose any Unclaimed Land within the Sect to establish their Immortal Cave.

Xiao Ran's trip was for exactly this; after all, as a Soul Transformation Stage expert, he couldn't just stay cooped up in the small Eternal Night Palace forever!

So, he immediately toured the entire Eternal Night Sect and finally found a place that looked decent.

“This place is a hundred miles from the Sect's Main Peak; the terrain is open, and the Spiritual Qi is abundant.”

“With overlapping mountains in the distance and a gurgling stream nearby, it truly is a good place.”

Xiao Ran looked out and immediately felt that he had found a great spot.

There were mountains, water, and a river.

“However, it's still missing a little something.”

“Since it's a Soul Transformation Banquet, there needs to be some grandeur.”

Xiao Ran muttered to himself.

He looked up toward a Barren Mountain in the distance.

That mountain wasn't tall, but it was exceptionally elegant.

The rocks were rugged, ancient trees reached for the sky, and a waterfall cascaded down from the summit.

But its location was rather mediocre.

If he could move a mountain here, it would be perfect.

“That's the one.”

No sooner said than done.

Xiao Ran took a step, and his figure was already above the Barren Mountain.

He took a deep breath, and his Spirit Severing Stage aura was released without reservation!

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color!

Spiritual Qi from a hundred miles around surged frantically, forming a massive vortex around him!

In the distance, countless Disciples seemed to sense something and looked up.

In an instant, they were terrified out of their wits.

“Is that... Elder Xiao?”

“What is he trying to do?”

“My God, he's not planning to move a mountain, is he?”

“...”

Toppling Mountains and Overturning Seas were methods only great powers possessed; today, Xiao Ran was performing the even more difficult feat of Moving a Mountain.

In the distance, Xiao Ran raised his hand and made a grasping motion with his five fingers.

Rumble!

The entire Barren Mountain began to tremble.

Rocks rolled down, ancient trees toppled, and the waterfall stopped flowing.

“Rise!”

Xiao Ran gave a sharp shout and held his hands up as if lifting something!

The entire Barren Mountain was actually uprooted by him.

The mountain body left the ground, bringing with it a sky full of dust and rubble.

Cultivators within a hundred miles all witnessed this scene.

A young man, standing in mid-air, was holding up a mountain peak with both hands!

The image was enough to shock the heart.

“Spirit Severing Stage... so this is the Spirit Severing Stage!”

“Moving mountains and filling seas, omnipotent!”

“They say Elder Xiao is only in his twenties...”

Xiao Ran carried the mountain peak and slowly flew toward that open space.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The mountain peak landed steadily on the open ground.

In an instant, the earth trembled and dust filled the sky.

Xiao Ran landed and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

He looked at the mountain peak before him and nodded in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

“Now that there's a mountain, I should give it a name.”

Xiao Ran thought for a moment.

With a wave of his hand, a streak of Sword Qi carved three large characters onto the cliff face.

Peach Blossom Mountain.

It was both poetic and full of style.

“Why do I still feel like something is missing.”

Xiao Ran thought about it and suddenly realized.

How could just being poetic be enough?

There has to be a poem!

Although Xiao Ran didn't know how to compose poetry, he had the memories of his previous life!

So, he immediately raised his hand to carve again.

The Sword Qi danced like dragons and snakes, and stone chips flew everywhere.

A moment later.

A poem appeared on the mountain wall.

“In Peach Blossom Dock stands the Peach Blossom Hut; beneath the Peach Blossom Hut resides the Peach Blossom Immortal.”

“The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees, then plucks the blossoms to trade for wine money.”

“...”

With a flowing one or two hundred characters, it was exactly the kind of poetry essential for a cultivation novel—the ultimate choice for showing off.

Xiao Ran withdrew his hand and smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the poem.

Although this was Tang Bohu's poem, who in this cultivation world would know?

Just act the part and be done with it.

In the distance.

Countless Disciples had already arrived on their swords to witness this great feat of Moving a Mountain.

But by the time they arrived, the mountain had already been moved.

All that remained was that poem on the mountain wall.

Everyone looked at each other.

“This poem... is so free and easy.”

“Others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their blindness... brilliant!”

“Not only is Elder Xiao powerful, but his literary talent is also so outstanding?”

“Nonsense, otherwise how could he be an Elder?”

Hearing these discussions, a smile curled at the corners of Xiao Ran's mouth.

This feeling of invisibly showing off was too satisfying.

“Next, it's time to set up the Immortal Cave.”

Xiao Ran listened reluctantly for a while before finally remembering his business.

Now that he had the mountain, the next step was to carve out the Immortal Cave.

He raised his hand and sent a burst of spiritual power into the mountain.

Within the mountainside, a huge cavern was carved out.

Stone tables and chairs, spiritual springs and waterfalls—it had everything.

He then took out some spiritual flowers and Spiritual Plants from his storage ring and scattered them across the mountain.

In an instant.

The entire Peach Blossom Mountain was shrouded in mist and Spiritual Qi, with the fragrance of flowers everywhere.

“That's about it.”

“It's enough to host the people for the Soul Transformation Banquet.”

...

Early the next morning.

Today was the day of the Soul Transformation Banquet for which Xiao Ran had widely distributed invitations.

Peach Blossom Mountain.

Before dawn, people had already begun to arrive.

The first to arrive were the low-level Disciples of the Outer Sect.

They didn't have high-grade flying Magical Artifacts and could only rush over by flying on their swords.

Along the way.

Many were panting from exhaustion, but their faces were full of excitement.

“We're here, we're here! Is that Peach Blossom Mountain?”

“My God, how grand!”

“Look at the poem on the mountain wall!”

The crowd gathered in front of the mountain wall, looking at the poem and clicking their tongues in wonder.

“Others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their blindness... Elder Xiao is truly a great talent!”

“Exactly, otherwise how could he have his current achievements?”

As the crowd was talking, a sudden sound of breaking wind came from the sky.

Everyone looked up to see several streaks of light flashing across the horizon.

Those were Inner Sect Disciples, flying on swords with their robes fluttering.

Leading them was a young man in white, with a handsome face and an extraordinary bearing.

“Look, that's the number one Sword Cultivator of the Inner Sect, Patrol Captain Bai Qiushui!”

“He's at the Late Nascent Soul Stage; I heard he's also about to attempt Soul Transformation!”

Patrol Captain Bai Qiushui landed in front of Peach Blossom Mountain, looking up at the poem on the wall, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

“A good poem.”

He murmured to himself.

Behind him, several Inner Sect Disciples also landed one after another.

“Senior Brother Bai, what's so good about this poem?”

Patrol Captain Bai Qiushui shook his head.

“You don't understand; this poem isn't about the scenery, but about the state of mind.”

“I'd rather die old among flowers and wine than bow before carriages and horses—this kind of detachment isn't something ordinary people can have.”

The Disciples nodded, only half-understanding.

After another moment, the sound of breaking wind came from the sky again.

This time, it was the Spirit Severing Stage.

A streak of bloody light descended from the sky, transforming into a cold and stern young man.

Li Tianxing.

As soon as he landed, the pressure of a Spirit Severing Stage expert swept across the field.

The surrounding Disciples retreated one after another, their faces showing awe.

Li Tianxing didn't even spare them a glance, only looking up at the poem on the mountain wall.

“Others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their blindness...”

He recited it once and suddenly laughed toward the sky.

“Interesting.”

With that, he immediately began walking up the mountain.

Following that, another streak of white light landed.

White Bone Scholar.

He wore a white robe, held a bone fan, and had a smile on his face.

“Senior Brother Li has arrived quite early.”

Li Tianxing didn't look back.

“Haven't you come as well?”

White Bone Scholar smiled and also looked at the poem on the mountain wall.

After reading it, he remained silent for a moment.

“This poem... is indeed not bad.”

He didn't say more and walked up the mountain.