Chapter 63: The Young Nanming

  In the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed and Zhang Heng's life had also become monotonous.

  These days, Fangyun Mountain broke its usual tranquility. Almost all the disciples who had been in seclusion came out of their practice rooms. At this moment, the Fangyun Gathering that was being held had already passed for many days.

  Today, this small Fangyun Mountain unexpectedly received a batch of noble guests, about more than ten people.

  Only a few people knew that these dozen or so people had come secretly from thousands of miles away at the Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect.

  Looking far away, you will find a cloud of over ten meters long is rapidly floating from the gap between clouds.

  This cloud mass looks almost identical to a real cloud, like a spotless white cotton flower, but its speed is beyond imagination, several times faster than the speed of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator driving a light escape.

  During flight, the surrounding clouds were blown away by a gust of wind, and the cloud layer surged and rolled.

  More than a dozen people on the cloud were led by two of them, one of whom was an ordinary-looking middle-aged cultivator. He pinched a spiritual seal in his hand, controlling the cloud that carried more than a dozen people, with a calm expression on his face, not showing any signs of strain.

  With such a calm attitude to control the flying treasure under his feet, the middle-aged cultivator's strength is probably stronger than that of the Jindan cultivators of the three factions of Fangyun Mountain.

  Apart from this middle-aged monk, the other ten people were mostly young monks in their twenties, and even a few monks were only seventeen or eighteen years old.

  Among them, the ten young monks were all in the late stage of Qi refining, with extraordinary temperament, handsome and elegant men, beautiful and unparalleled women, with a hint of confidence and composure.

  Another leader was a fifteen or sixteen year old youth, who wore a black brocade robe, with an icy expression and eyes that were deep and cold as ice. The aura around him was completely restrained. He stood there like a supreme being looking down on the world.

  All the other cultivators looked at the young man with a hint of fear and admiration in their eyes, even the middle-aged cultivator in the Congealing Dan stage next to him had a few points of reverence.

  In addition, there was a girl as cold as ice and frost beside the young man. On her stunningly beautiful face that could topple cities and states, there wasn't any expression at all. She stood quietly on top of the Cloud Striding Boots, her slender body not moving in the slightest, resembling a statue of a goddess.

  "We're almost at Fangyun Mountain, after we arrive, it's best if you all don't stir up trouble, after all, we still have to stay here for nearly a year." The middle-aged cultivator who had formed his Golden Core reminded them.

  "Yes, Master Sun." Most of the cultivators present did not dare to speak further in response to this remark from a senior cultivator surnamed Sun.

  The black-robed youth who was in the lead furrowed his brow slightly, and said in a tone that was somewhat chilly: "Brother Sun, is it really necessary for us to do this? Is a small place like Fangyun Mountain really worth being so cautious about? Even if we were to wipe out all three sects on this mountain, no one would dare say anything."

  As soon as the young man spoke, the young monks around him immediately shut their mouths and waited for him to speak.

  "Nan Ming, you don't know this, but this time we mustn't be too ostentatious. Our master has gone to great lengths to keep the other elders of our sect in the dark."

  Sun surname Jiedan cultivator was extremely cautious towards this junior brother named Nanming, continuously transmitting his divine sense to him, with a hint of bitter smile on his face.

  His southern Ming junior brother is a cultivation genius with an extremely rare spiritual root, and his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of Refining Qi stage a year ago. If not for this operation, he would have advanced to the Foundation Building stage long ago.

  But Nan Ming is only sixteen years old at this moment!

  A cultivator who reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of sixteen, what a terrifying existence this would be. With such progress, advancing to the Nascent Soul stage or even the Immortal Ascension stage in the future wouldn't be difficult at all.

  Although he was his senior brother and his cultivation was far higher than the other party, Sun surname middle-aged man did not dare to be slight with Nan Ming.

  Nan Ming fell silent for a moment, seemingly agreeing with Sun Xing's words, but his gaze fell on the beautiful woman standing beside him.

  "Muxuan sister, this time in the Dongfu trip, you and I join hands, we can absolutely take all the treasures. What are your plans, sister?" Nanming said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, speaking softly to Muxuan sister.

  Mu Xuan's pair of cold, watery eyes gazed at Fang Yunshan not far away, as if breaking through the continuous mountains and seeing the infinite space in the distance. After a long time, she finally spat out a few words: "This action is bound to be extremely risky."

  As soon as Mu Xuan came to this conclusion, whether it was the middle-aged cultivator in the Dan-forming stage or Nan Ming with his innate talent, their faces changed color, as if Mu Xuan had the ability to predict the future.

  "Mushi's sister was on the mountain at that time, why didn't she predict this outcome?" Sun surname Jiedan cultivator asked with a serious expression.

  In the entire Bi Xue Xiang Yun Sect, people with top-grade spiritual roots were extremely rare, but there were still a few.

  This Mozi sister is also an extreme spiritual root holder, but she possesses a very rare spiritual root talent, that is precognition.

  Such a rare and unique innate talent is extremely rare in the entire Three Stars Domain. Cultivators with this type of spiritual root talent can vaguely sense the trajectory of fate, allowing them to avoid certain calamities on the long path of cultivation and better survive in this world.

  Mu Xuan's expression was icy cold, and she wasn't polite to the Sun surname cultivator who had formed his Golden Core: "Hmph, although I possess the ability of Unseen Foresight, it can't predict something that far away. Only when I truly arrive at Fangyun Mountain will this feeling truly appear."

  "Since Shifu has already come to this conclusion, then we must be careful and cautious in our actions this time, and not have a careless attitude." Sun surname middle-aged man let out a slight sigh.

  After that, several people on the cloud did not speak again. The middle-aged man with the surname Sun drove the cloud and soon arrived above Fangyun Mountain.

  Such a conspicuous flying treasure has come to the sky above Fangyun Mountain, and it is natural that many people have noticed.

  In a short while, four people flew in from three directions of Fang Yun Mountain. Among them was Ouyang Tiande, who had reached the Jiedan stage. His face was very calm.

  Ou Yang Tian De drove a pale purple light and soon met with Huo Yun Zhen Ren of the Huo Yun Sect.

  Huoyu Zhenren chuckled and said, "Ouyang old fellow, you've finally decided to come out."

  Ouyang Tiande hummed softly: "Old ghost, you're out too, aren't you? I heard that recently you've even taken in a good apprentice. How fortunate indeed."

  Huoyu Zhenren gently stroked his beard, his face flushed with excitement as he said: "To be able to meet a kind and honest child like Rui'er is truly the greatest fortune for this old man..."

  Two people chatted while flying towards the cloud in the sky with their treasure.

  The two elixir cultivators of the Xianyun Sect were a man and a woman.

  The man was an old man wearing a Confucian robe, his expression calm and seemingly unworried by the arrival of Bi Xue Xiang Yun Zong.

  The elegant woman with lingering charm beside him silently followed him, her beautiful eyes carrying a few strands of faint worry.

  "Could the newcomer be a noble guest of the Azure Snow Sect? I am Qiu Yunhe, an elder of the Xianyun Sect. This is Jingfeng, the Elder of our sect." The Confucius-robed old man stood calmly on top of the green light, only a few meters away from the cloud-shaped magic treasure, standing alongside Jingfeng and facing off against more than ten people opposite them.

  At this time, Ou Yang Old Ancestor of Feng Xing Gate and Huo Yu True Person of Huo Yun Gate also flew over to join forces with the two Jie Dan stage cultivators of Xian Yun Sect.

  Facing so many Foundation Establishment cultivators, the eleven people standing on the Cloud Striding Boots didn't have the slightest unusual expression, as if Foundation Establishment cultivators were worthless in their eyes.

  In response to Fang Yunshan's three-way inquiry, Nanming and Muxuan did not respond. The one who responded was the Sun surname Jiedan cultivator, who narrowed his eyes and sized up the four Jiedan cultivators in front of him. His gaze lingered on Ouyang Tiande for a moment, and a hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes.

  "I am Sun Lin, representing my master Tianlai Shangren, leading ten disciples to come here and exchange with your sect." Sun Lin's face wore a smile that was hard to tell whether it was true or false, without introducing the ten Qi-refining cultivators on the cloud.

  "Tianlai Shangren?" Several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the three sects of Fang Yunshan heard this name and were also secretly shocked. The prestige of a Nascent Soul cultivator was indeed not to be underestimated.

  Tianlai Shangren was a senior member of the Bixue Xiangyun Sect, and Ou Yangzi and others had also heard of him.

  Ouyang and several others exchanged glances, their eyes all carrying a hint of bitterness. They hadn't expected the mystery of the cave to ultimately stir up an existence at the Yuan Ying stage. Now, all they could hope for was that the old freak at the Yuan Ying stage wouldn't take action personally; otherwise, the three factions of Fang Yunshan would probably not even have a chance.

  At the same time, the Jiedan period cultivators of the three factions of Fang Yunshan naturally also observed the strength of the ten young people on the cloud. The cultivation of these cultivators was all above the late stage of Lianqi, and there were several who were in the stage of Lianqi Dazhuan. Moreover, from the aura emitted by these people, it far surpassed that of cultivators of the same rank. It was just unknown what level of spiritual instrument they used, but judging from their attire, each person had a defensive spiritual instrument in hand!

  Sun Lin looked at the expressions of the three monks from Fang Yun Shan, his divine sense swept across tens of miles in an instant, and a hint of strangeness appeared on his face. He asked Qiu Yunhe from Xianyun Sect: "Is your sect holding a martial arts competition?"

  Qiu Yunhe didn't expect the other party's divine consciousness to detect Xianyun Sect, which was fifty or sixty miles away. A warm smile appeared on his face: "The three factions of our Fangyun Mountain are currently holding a gathering that takes place once every hundred years, and now it has entered its final days."

  Sun Lin had not spoken, but the icy voice of Nan Ming standing beside him came: "Fang Yun gathering? Well, let's go and see what kind of people Fang Yun Mountain's three factions have."

  As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yunhe and the other three people's expressions changed slightly, their eyes all falling on this young man named Nan Ming.