Zhong Lin was also startled by this number; there are a full thirty-four Upper Third Grades experts here, which are rarely seen outside. Is this the foundation of a thousand-year-old Sect?
The Heavenly Eagle Castle only has a fortress master with a Third Grade Inner Breath Realm cultivation to become the greatest power in Wuling County, and Wu Jingguang, also at Third Grade cultivation, established Black Wind Village, rendering the entire Great Chen helpless.
And now the entire Sword Cauldron Sect has thirty-four Upper Third Grades Martial Artists. If they all went out, they could easily overthrow our Great Chen regime. No wonder the Monarch of Great Chen addresses the Sword Cauldron Sect as disciples, truly out of fear!
"Brother Kaiwen, wake up, wake up."
Jin Jiucheng kept shaking Wang Kaiwen, trying to wake him up, but the more he did so, the more soundly Wang Kaiwen snored.
"Alright, since he’s drunk, let him be and let him rest well."
Yin Daoyan smiled and waved his hand, his face fully displaying peace.
"Thank you, Elder Yin."
Jin Jiucheng also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the elder, if the master’s brother was found drunk, it would certainly lead to punishment.
"Tell your master later to hang him under the sun for three days."
Jin Jiucheng looked bitter, but turning to his senior brother, he felt a bit relieved.
See what happens for drinking? You brought this on yourself.
"You continue to stay here and guard, no need to follow."
With Master Yin Daoyan leading, the group continued up the mountain, as the height increased, the Hengduan Mountains where the Sword Cauldron Sect is located gradually came into view.
With the main peak of the Sword Cauldron Sect as the center, there are over a dozen towering peaks surrounded by clouds and mist. All these peaks are majestic and grand, with countless smaller peaks around them, also endlessly scenic and beautiful.
"Elder Yin, should we go to the main peak first, or return to Spirit Medicine Peak?"
"Let’s return to Spirit Medicine Peak first! I haven’t been back for a long time, and after a month of traveling, I’m tired, let’s rest first."
Spirit Medicine Peak was granted to the master when he was promoted to elder, among the dozen or so peaks, it is not the highest, but undoubtedly the most wondrous peak.
At the foot of the back mountain, there is a natural depression with a flat land occupying nearly twenty acres.
For some reason, the climate here is quite peculiar, like a perpetually spring-like paradise, and the most important is a unique unknown flower that grows here, releasing a special aroma to repel all harmful insects.
Therefore, a large number of medicinal herbs are grown on the entire peak, hence it’s called Spirit Medicine Peak.
Over a thousand years, the Spirit Medicine Peak has become a treasure trove with countless wonders under the care of successive Peak Masters.
In the entire Sword Cauldron Sect, the Spirit Medicine Peak is second only to the main peak in presence.
After all, the sect is named with "Sword Ding", and Ding represents Alchemy Dao, medicinal materials are everything to elixir refineries.
Spirit Medicine Peak has a Purple Bamboo Forest, nearly a hundred acres, with the breeze passing by, the shadows of the bamboo sway, forming a purple sea.
The houses on Spirit Medicine Peak are built within the Purple Bamboo Forest, all constructed using purple bamboo, seamlessly blending with the bamboo forest, strikingly beautiful.
After a month of travel, everyone was exhausted, particularly Little Stone. The latter half of the month was like a wilting vegetable or fruit left in the summer.
Without much talking, under the service of some miscellaneous attendants, they washed up and each chose a room to rest.
Zhong Lin picked a room near the edge of the cliff, quiet and serene, suitable for meditation and cultivation.
After throwing Stone onto the bed, Zhong Lin, for once, did not cultivate and slept in his clothes, quickly falling asleep.
Suddenly, Zhong Lin opened his eyes, a glint flashed through them.
At that moment, he heard a faint sound of footsteps.
In the Spirit Medicine Peak, besides their group, there were several disciples, while not many in number, they were always moving around, so hearing footsteps was expected.
But these steps were so light that it seemed ethereal and almost non-existent.
Zhong Lin was able to sense this only because he had specifically trained in a martial art named "Earth Listening Skill". Otherwise, he wouldn’t have noticed.
The most crucial part was that the owner of these footsteps was on the eaves above him.
Even if it was a Sect member, they shouldn’t casually run onto people’s roofs to spy.
Zhong Lin’s face showed a hint of annoyance as he rotated his inner breath, and pointed with his sword finger into the void.
Sharp golden Sword Qi shot out from his palm, heading straight for the eaves above like a streak of light.
This golden Sword Qi, over a foot long, was sharp, seemingly able to pierce through anything with the unique sharpness of a swordsman.
Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Finger, cultivating Sword Qi for defense; fingers shoot invisible Sword Qi, killing invisibly.
The purple bamboo roof was directly lifted, and the sharp Sword Qi caused the voyeur’s expression to change dramatically as they quickly dodged, fleeing towards the bamboo forest behind like a feather.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Zhong Lin snorted coldly, stepping forward, his movements as smooth as flowing clouds and water, swiftly catching up.
His movements were cloud-like and misty, hard to grasp, and he caught up with the voyeur in no time.
Just as Zhong Lin was about to speak, the voyeur turned and struck a palm at him.
A white Qi Force palm struck down from the void, heading straight for Zhong Lin.
This finally angered Zhong Lin. Being on Spirit Medicine Peak, the intruder must be an insider, since no outsider would dare to intrude into Sword Cauldron Sect territory and provoke them.
Zhong Lin caught up only to see who exactly had this hobby of spying on others, but didn’t expect them to retaliate. This was intolerable.
A flick of his finger sent another Sword Qi shooting forth.
The white Qi Force palm collided with Zhong Lin’s Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Finger, shredding the Sword Qi to pieces. The voyeur was pushed back, sliding several dozen meters before stopping.
Zhong Lin then saw that the person before him was a middle-aged man in black, with three long mustaches, and a strangely red face, possibly from prolonged sun exposure or from practicing a type of Qigong.
Zhong Lin snorted coldly, his figure flickered, his inner breath boiling, and he leaped through successive afterimages, closing in on the red-faced man with apparent teleportation.
Channeling his Qi-Blood and inner breath to the limit, he struck the man’s chest with a punch as powerful as a cannon.
The red-faced man, whose eyes initially flickered with a peculiar and complex light, became solemn in expression upon seeing Zhong Lin’s flickering move, and even broke out in a cold sweat.
All distractions were immediately banished from his mind, he cursed himself inwardly, realizing he was not facing an ordinary young peer, but a strong Third Grade Inner Breath Realm expert.
Though this expert looked exceedingly youthful, the powerful aura emanating from him caused a shiver to run through the man.
Facing such an opponent, he still dared to be distracted; that was simply courting death.