Chapter 2161 - 2162: Paying Respects to the Sect (Part 1)

Susu silently watched Yang Fei, her face solemn.

At this moment, Yang Fei finished practicing the Cultivation Technique and opened his eyes.

He saw Susu immediately, her black and white eyes staring blankly at him, causing him to feel a bit curious.

"What's up?"

"Nothing..."

Susu felt panicked inside, hurriedly avoiding Yang Fei's gaze, her face slightly flushed.

In this silent and empty secret chamber, staring at a man like that was rude no matter how you put it.

Yang Fei also felt a bit odd inside, with a sly smile, intending to tease Susu a bit.

However, he noticed Susu's porcelain-like cheeks blushing, her gaze timid and dodging, so he found himself at a loss for words.

Yang Fei stood up, the Spiritual Energy in the air gradually dissipating, the faint ringing sound also becoming inaudible.

Yang Fei took a deep breath, feeling that his Spiritual Energy had increased significantly.

The liquid Spiritual Energy in his body became denser, and breaking through to Core Formation was close at hand.

At the same time, Yang Fei sensed a peculiar change in the Nine Extremes within him.

It seemed that those Divine Skills from before were undergoing further transformations.

He activated Extreme Tiger, and patterns gradually appeared between his fingers, his nails slowly extending, sharp as a knife.

His entire palm resembled a real Tiger Claw.

Nearby, Susu was startled and screamed.

Yang Fei looked at her in surprise, and Susu handed him a mirror to see for himself.

Yang Fei looked at himself in the mirror.

Only to see his hair gradually turning red, with a "King" character appearing on his forehead, emanating an overwhelmingly fierce aura.

In that instant, Yang Fei felt both surprised and delighted, his deduction was indeed correct.

The Nine Extremes Divine Skill he cultivated was far more profound than he had imagined.

Previously, his Dao wasn't profound enough, so the Divine Skills that manifested were just superficial.

Judging by this, it's as if his body harbored an Astounding Great Demon.

Yang Fei's earlier cultivation of Extreme Tiger, compared to ordinary Martial Arts, was merely a bit more powerful and ferocious, but not as miraculous.

Yang Fei marveled secretly and separately activated Turtle Extreme, Snake Extreme, Elephant Extreme, and other Divine Skills.

Sure enough, these Divine Skills each had their own peculiar displays, with their power significantly increased.

Only Niu Ji and Phoenix Extreme remained unchanged.

It seems that only the Nine Extremes at the Great Perfection Realm would be able to advance further.

Niu Ji and Phoenix Extreme's Realm were stagnant, hence unable to advance.

Yang Fei believed that breaking through the Core Formation Stage or even higher levels would likely advance the Nine Extremes Divine Skill along with his Realm.

He just didn't know what form the fully cultivated Nine Extremes would take on him?

Yang Fei felt a faint expectation with a tinge of dread in his heart.

The Nine Extremes Divine Skill was too terrifying; Yang Fei even suspected that his Taoist Body was due to cultivating the Nine Extremes.

Otherwise, how could he cultivate into a Taoist Body?

Even his adopted father, Wang Xiaoshi, only possessed a half-Taoist Body.

This thought flashed through Yang Fei's mind briefly.

He withdrew Extreme Tiger, reverting to the appearance of a naive youth; Snake Stupefaction activated with no Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

Susu was shocked on the side.

Objects conceal their brilliance, and so do highly skilled individuals.

Who could have thought this harmless Pretty Boy was such a monstrous entity?

Yang Fei chose not to explain further, putting on his coat and stepping out the door.

"Let's go, we'll visit the Ten Thousand Sword Sect together."

Susu and Yang Fei left the hotel and began to ascend the Golden Peak.

The back of Golden Peak is the best spot to observe the sea of clouds, but Yang Fei knew the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect lay here.

The small Xuantian Sect had a Mountain-Defending Great Array.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect was tenfold larger than Xuantian Sect.

With countless talents, experts in abundance, their Mountain-Defending Great Array was naturally more formidable.

The hotel where Yang Fei and Susu stayed was about two or three kilometers from the Golden Peak.

The two of them climbed upward along the stone steps, amidst mist and clouds, filled with refreshing Spiritual Energy.

Before long, they reached the Golden Peak.

At this moment, the moon was high, stars sparse, the back mountain of the Golden Peak was enshrouded in mist.

Yang Fei gazed at the faint mist covering the Golden Peak's back mountain, gathered his energy and let out a long howl.

"Yang Fei of Yinxue Tower pays his respects to the mountain!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the void, ripping apart pieces of mist.

Yang Fei's long howl pierced like gold and cracked stone.

But oddly, there was no response from the void.

Susu felt indignant, "This Ten Thousand Sword Sect has such airs, treating guests like this!"

Yang Fei snorted, "In Liu Chan's name, I'll give them three minutes."

Amongst the swirling sea of clouds, conical peaks hung in the void.

A long corridor extended upwards from below.

At the lower end of the corridor, there was a Long Bridge leading directly to the mountain top, and on the other side of the Long Bridge, two disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect were on duty.

One of the disciples heard Yang Fei's long howl and pursed his lips.

"Yang Fei of Yinxue Tower? Who's that?"

The other disciple, who had a Hanging Needle Pattern on his forehead, laughed disdainfully.

"Yinxue Tower is a worldly organization, known as the authentic Martial Path, prospering briefly before the arrival of the Great Immortal Sect."

"But today is not like the past. This so-called authentic Martial Path is nothing but a ragged beast in our eyes."

The other disciple was momentarily stunned, then sneered.

"Turns out he's a relic from the old era, coming here to pay respects to the mountain. Is he seeking protection?"

The disciple with the Hanging Needle Pattern laughed coldly, his face full of ridicule.

"Not really. Have you heard of Liu Chan, who was personally brought in as an Inner Sect disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect by the Sect Master?"

The other disciple, startled, suddenly realized.

He had unusual eyebrows; the left one was broken, giving his solemn square face a comic touch.

"I see now. The Yinxue Tower is Liu Chan's family, using this bit of connection, they dare to come to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to pay respects to the mountain; it's outrageous."

The disciple with the Hanging Needle Pattern nodded.

"That's it; they probably think Liu Chan is one of the nine famous swords of the sect?"

"Even if Liu Chan is one of the nine famous swords, they're nothing but poor relatives from the countryside. The honor belongs to Liu Chan, not them."

The Broken Eyebrow Disciple gloated a bit.

"Actually, I would say Liu Chan herself can't even protect her own, how could she care about these worldly people then?"

The disciple with the Hanging Needle Pattern hushed him, signaling not to continue.

The Broken Eyebrow Disciple huffed, his face marked with deeper sarcasm.

"Liu Chan, while practicing Sword Dao, gave rise to distracting thoughts and deviated. Now, her life hangs in the balance."

"Even if she survives, her Sword Dao collapses, she can't practice the Superior Sword Path anymore."

"For someone like her, just being allowed by the sect to stay is already fortunate; what else could she hope for?"

The disciple with the Hanging Needle Pattern, hearing his reasoning, sighed.

"True, Liu Chan is the Sect Master's disciple."

"This time, in her injury, several True Men have come out of seclusion to heal her; we should avoid offending her."

As the two Mountain Guardian Disciples kept talking, Yang Fei stood atop the Golden Peak, growing impatient.