Chapter 15: We Form an Alliance
Cao Wandao said: "How can we refuse the request of a great beauty? If there's anything in the future, just look for us, don't be shy!"
Huang Juan's face turned pale with fright and she said: "What are you ashamed of? If I were afraid, would I have come to find you guys?"
Three people watched the remaining examinees while chatting, it turned out that this girl named Huang Juan was a northerner from the proud Chi country, an ordinary family, but born with divine power since childhood. Although she was a woman, her strength was greater than that of men of the same age. At the age of sixteen, she already had a stunning figure and had grasped some spiritual machine, her spiritual power reached twelve points, two more than Zhang Feiyang. The broadsword in her hand was given by a mysterious immortal, weighing fifty kilograms, ordinary men couldn't even lift it up, but she could use it with ease. This broadsword was called the Chenmu Xuanjian, with an additional thirty spiritual power, not bad!
Zhang Feiyang saw that the next batch of examinees had limited strength, eight out of ten needed help from the elders, and immediately lost interest in watching. Although the Wolf's Den was bright today, after dozens of battles, it was already filled with a bloody smell. Zhang Feiyang walked out of the cave, while the people inside were still enduring the bloody smell to watch the assessment, accumulating combat experience? Zhang Feiyang didn't want to do that.
Arriving at the edge of the mountain cliff, looking down at the vast valley below, it's indeed extraordinary. Lifting one's head to gaze upwards, a dozen or so straight peaks stand tall amidst the clouds, this is just one part of the Qianyun Mountain Range. It's said that over 1,000 towering peaks are connected, forming the Qianyun Mountain Range, with Biyun Mountain and Hongyun Mountain being just two of the higher ones among them.
Xianjian Pavilion is a major sect in Shenzhou, divided into 33 sword pavilions, each with over a dozen mountain peaks.
Biyun Sword Pavilion is one of the thirty-three sword pavilions, located on Biyun Mountain, Hongyun Mountain, Chuyun Mountain, Luoyun Mountain and other high mountains.
Above, control eighteen peaks of varying sizes.
The thirty-three sword pavilions of the Xianjian Pavilion can have their own leaders, elders and guardians, who can govern themselves, maintain themselves independently, but must obey the orders of the overall leader of the Xianjian Pavilion.
Zhang Fei stood proudly on the mountain cliff, still holding the Demon-Slaying Hammer in his hand. Thin clouds looked at the mountains and floated, thinking about how big the Immortal Sword Pavilion was.
Huang Juan stood beside Zhang Feiyang at some point, curiously looking at him and said: "What's the name of that hammer of yours? It can actually kill Tianlang in three moves."
"Zhang Fei proudly said: 'The Shocking Demon Hammer, with an additional dizzy effect. Although it's light to hold, when it hits the enemy, it feels like a thousand pounds.'"
"May I take a look?" Huang Juan asked curiously.
Zhang Fei handed the treasure to Huang Juan, who flipped it over and examined it carefully before saying: "This spiritual artifact is indeed a treasure. It has already formed a blood bond with you, and with my current level of cultivation, I still can't see how much spiritual power it will increase."
Anything that has undergone blood fusion with a spiritual instrument, generally only the master can see the function of the spiritual instrument. Of course, if one's strength reaches a very strong realm, they can also see the function of the spiritual instrument, but that person's strength must be higher than the spiritual power value attached to the spiritual instrument.
For example, a spiritual instrument with an additional 100 spiritual power, and the blood fusion occurred, only those who have reached pure spiritual power of 100 or more can see the function of this spiritual instrument. Those with pure spiritual power of 99 cannot see the function of this spiritual instrument.
"Add 100 spiritual power."
Huang Juan's big eyes stared at the Zhēn Yāo Chuí in surprise, saying: "Spirit power increased by one hundred? That's a huge increase! My Chen Mu Xuan Jian only increased by thirty. No wonder you could kill Tian Lang so quickly, your total spirit power is higher than mine."
Zhang Fei smiled and took over the Demon-Suppressing Mallet, a flash of golden light in his chest, and the Demon-Refining Furnace swallowed the Demon-Suppressing Mallet.
Huang Juan looked at Zhang Feiyang's chest with envy and said, "Your necklace must be a storage necklace, you have such valuable things, it can be seen that you are not an ordinary villager. Since we are friends now, why don't you tell me your true identity?"
Zhang Fei shook his head and chuckled, saying: "My true identity? Well, I'll simply tell you that my first half of life can be said to be a blank sheet of paper, there's no need for you to know. Now, all you need to know is that I'm your friend."
These people who came to participate in the assessment, actually more or less have some secrets, or have done something shocking and unconventional. Even Huang Juan has her own secret, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand out from the billions of citizens of Shen Zhou and meet the standards of an inner disciple of Xian Jian Pavilion.
"Huang Juan said: 'This is great! From now on, we'll start from scratch. I won't ask about your past, and you shouldn't ask about mine either. Once we're inside, let's work hard to cultivate our skills, help each other out, and strive to become immortals as soon as possible, living forever without dying!'"
"Great! I like it!"
Immortality is the ultimate goal of every cultivator, but truly achieving immortality is extremely rare. However, cultivating can indeed prolong one's lifespan, and even the lowest-ranking inner disciple of a cultivation sect can live for 100 to 200 years. To live longer, one must comprehend more profound mysteries, constantly contemplating and cultivating, gradually becoming immortal.
