67: Chapter 67 Hidden Sword Peak

"Forget about causing trouble for Ye Xuan, but if you really want to cause trouble for Yun Zhe, I think there is another way."

Seeing his younger brother's expression, Zhao Dahu felt a bit of sympathy. After pondering for a moment, he said, "In a couple of days, I will take you to meet that Senior Brother at the fifth level of the Spirit Profound Realm..."

"That's great!"

Zhao Erhu had been worrying about having nowhere to vent his pent-up anger, so upon hearing this explanation, he was overjoyed.

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"Cangjian Peak is a treasured land for sword cultivation. It is rumored to be a treasure left behind by a Great Emperor of our Cangqiong Holy Land who cultivated here fifty thousand years ago and finally made a breakthrough."

Zhao Ruilong walked in front to lead the way, his face filled with pride. "For many years, almost every generation of sword cultivators in our Cangqiong Holy Land has come here to comprehend the Sword Intent inscriptions left behind by that Great Emperor."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, but continued to explain, "The current Cangjian Peak is covered by countless Sword Intents. Not to mention entering the interior, even the outer perimeter requires extremely powerful sword cultivation talent to step into. Rather than calling it a treasured land, it is more like a forbidden zone."

The information about Cangjian Peak had been fully explained by Zhao Ruilong, yet even so, Ye Xuan still had some doubts in his heart.

"Could it be that in all these years, no disciple has been able to venture deep into the interior of Cangjian Peak?"

"Of course there have. For instance, our Tianxia Association's President, Martial Nephew Duan Lang, once used his extremely formidable physical body to break into the interior of the Cangjian Pavilion."

When Zhao Ruilong mentioned Martial Nephew Duan Lang, a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He continued, "As a Core Disciple, Senior Brother Duan's talent is like the bright moon in the sky, making others feel out of reach. He has mastered the Sword Intent of Rain; his sword techniques are endless, and his attacks are fierce and terrifying. He can be called invincible among his peers!"

The boasting had not stopped along the way; Zhao Ruilong had almost turned Martial Nephew Duan Lang into his own belief.

"We have arrived at Cangjian Peak. Please take a look, Junior Brother."

Zhao Ruilong stopped walking and stood side by side with Ye Xuan.

Looking ahead, a ten-thousand-foot sword cliff filled with spirit swords appeared within their line of sight.

"What terrifying Sword Intent. Even from thirty miles away, it still has such imposing momentum?" Ye Xuan's eyes were solemn. Feeling the pressure from that ten-thousand-foot sword cliff, he couldn't help but speak.

"Junior Brother Ye is truly a genius of sword cultivation. To have arrived at the outer perimeter of this Cangjian Peak and be completely unaffected, even still able to stand, I am truly impressed." Zhao Ruilong was bent over, struggling to use his Mystic Power to resist this surge of Sword Intent, and bean-sized beads of sweat were beginning to appear on his forehead.

Ye Xuan paid him no mind, instead expanding his divine sense to begin scouting the situation within several dozen miles. Who would have thought that his powerful divine sense was actually compressed, only able to see clearly within a radius of nine miles.

Many Inner Sect disciples were bent over, and some were even half-kneeling on the ground. Those who were bent over had wisps of Sword Intent spreading around their bodies.

"If one comes here without Sword Intent, even a genius must bow their head."

Ye Xuan sighed.

Cangjian Peak is a sword peak enveloped by Sword Intent and sword qi. If one wishes to comprehend Sword Intent, one must climb up the sword peak step by step.

Looking out, on the endless black jade steps, there were very few people near the hundred-meter mark; most of the disciples were sitting on the initial steps to comprehend.

"This? Junior Brother Ye really is exceptionally talented. To be able to stand easily at the end of this outer perimeter—if we pull him into the Tianxia Association, he will surely become a trusted aide to Junior Brother Duan Lang in the future!"

Zhao Ruilong looked at Ye Xuan's calm and natural expression in shock and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The pressure is getting stronger and stronger. The Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent I possess seems unwilling to submit and is still colliding crazily with this surge of Sword Intent."

Ye Xuan felt the Sword Intent within his body; the purple-white Heavenly Thunder Mystic Power around his body was actually being interfered with by the external Sword Intent, tempering each other.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent was growing stronger. Ye Xuan only felt that his Heavenly Thunder Mystic Power was becoming increasingly pure, and its killing power was also becoming more and more terrifying.

"What is this? Spirit jade?" Just as Ye Xuan was still comprehending the Sword Intent, Zhao Ruilong, who was beside him, looked with some surprise at the piece of white jade lying on the ground, unable to help but feel a trace of curiosity.

"A nice piece of jade. It will be perfect to make a pendant for my sister."

Who knew that Ye Xuan would be the first to pick up that white jade piece, smiling as he said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you shouldn't mind, right?"

"Hahaha, what are you saying, Junior Brother? It's just a small piece of jade; why would I mind?" Zhao Ruilong laughed upon hearing this, but for some reason, he felt a trace of loss in his heart, as if he had missed out on something.

Ye Xuan held the jade stone in his palm and began to mobilize the Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent within his body, channeling it into the jade bit by bit. Suddenly, the purple-white Heavenly Thunder Mystic Power seed in his dantian seemed to have found a delicious feast, crazily devouring this energy.

"As expected of a Sword-Washing Stone, the Heavenly Thunder Sword Intent within my body has become several points stronger." Ye Xuan toyed with the Sword-Washing Stone for a moment, then stored it into his spirit ring.

"It is strange, though. This is Cangjian Peak, where not even a blade of grass grows. Where did this stone come from?"

Hearing Zhao Ruilong's puzzled voice, Ye Xuan chuckled, "Perhaps some Senior Brother dropped it here by accident."

"Damn it... have I reached my limit?" Zhao Ruilong's expression changed slightly, and he stopped his advance. With an apologetic look, he said, "Junior Brother Ye, I really didn't expect your sword cultivation to be so profound. It seems you will have to walk the rest of the way alone. If I keep going, I fear I will be injured."

This place was infinitely close to the outer perimeter of Cangjian Peak; it was about fifty meters ahead.

"I must thank you, Senior Brother, for bringing me to Cangjian Peak today. Otherwise, I would have been wandering around aimlessly and might have missed tomorrow's Inner Sect Competition." Ye Xuan showed a grateful expression and bowed to Zhao Ruilong.

"Since that is the case, I will take my leave first. I hope you do not push yourself too hard, Junior Brother. If you end up injuring yourself, it would not be worth the gain."

Having said this, Zhao Ruilong hurried toward the outside. His originally bent back slowly straightened, showing just how great the suppression was here for someone who was not a sword cultivator.

It was only after leaving this place by a mile that Zhao Ruilong felt a sense of relief.

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In the Inner Sect of the Cangqiong Holy Land, on a large embroidered bed in a pavilion on a mountain peak, a handsome youth had a woman with an exquisite figure sitting in his arms.

"Little Zhe, rest assured. Leave Sect Leader Long Baili to me; I will definitely make him pay the price!"

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu's pretty face revealed a hint of coldness. "A mere Outer Sect Headmaster, yet so unscrupulous as to seize a disciple's supreme treasure! I am in charge of this Inner Sect Competition. You can rest assured and go compete, Little Zhe; I will definitely not let you suffer a loss!"

"With your words, my wife, I can rest easy." Holding Inner Sect Elder Leng Qianqiu, Yun Zhe could not help but feel a sense of warmth in his heart.