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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
The Azure Cloud Mountain Range stands tall in the Central Plains, with seven peaks towering majestically, piercing the clouds and enveloped in mist, exuding an aura of immortality.
The Azure Cloud Sect has been established for over two thousand years, from the founding master Qingyunzi to the illustrious Qingye Patriarch, and to this day, the current leader is Chengzi Zhenren, whose profound mastery of Dao is immeasurable and whose esteemed virtue is revered by all. The sect has produced numerous talents, including notable figures like Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong, who are giants of the righteous path. Among the younger generation of disciples, there are countless outstanding individuals, particularly two direct disciples of Chengzi Zhenren, Dao Xuan and Ten Thousand Swords in One, who are regarded as rare prodigies.
As expected by all, it is known as a prestigious sect and a leader of the righteous path.
Standing at the foot of the Azure Cloud Foothills, looking up at the towering peaks that seem to reach into the sky, one cannot grasp its full grandeur. It evokes a yearning to know what kind of celestial paradise lies atop those majestic mountains, a scene of ethereal beauty.
Such a magnificent immortal mountain and prestigious sect are naturally revered by countless beings. However, this year, the Demon Cult Leader Qiu Wangyu mobilized the elite forces of his cult, emerging from the northwest Barbaric Sacred Hall, sweeping through with great force, and during the warm spring season filled with blooming flowers and bright sunshine, the demon army besieged Qingyun and launched a massive assault on the mountain.
In front of a dense forest at the foot of the Azure Cloud Mountain, two people stood. One was a young man with a resolute demeanor, frowning deeply as he gazed intently at the distant peak that soared into the clouds, partially obscured by mist; his face bore signs of worry. Beside him stood another person clad entirely in black, with a black scarf covering his head, leaving only a pair of deep-set eyes visible.
Behind them in the forest, it was not empty; faint shadows could be seen moving about, and even reflections from weapons glinted ominously, instilling a sense of unease.
After a while, the young man sighed deeply with furrowed brows, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, appearing somewhat restless. The figure in black glanced at him but offered no words of comfort; he simply turned his gaze away calmly.
After some time had passed, it was actually the young man who could no longer contain himself. He turned to the figure in black and frowned, saying: “Mr. Ghost, I still do not understand why the sect leader wants me to remain at this mountain base while such an important matter is happening without my involvement. Does he doubt my abilities?”
The figure in black snorted softly and countered with a question: “Who taught you your skills?”
The young man replied: “They were taught by the sect leader.”
The figure in black then asked: “How does the sect leader treat you?”
The young man pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "The kindness is as heavy as a mountain, regarded as one's own."
The man in black snorted and said, "As long as you understand in your heart. From my perspective, the Old Sect Master has indeed treated you well. This foundation of the Ghost King Sect will surely be handed over to you in the future, so do not think too much about it."
The young man sighed and turned to look once more at the towering peak of Azure Cloud Mountain. He said, "If that is the case, why does the Sect Master not allow me to ascend the mountain for such a significant matter as surrounding the Azure Cloud Sect? Instead, he has me waiting here in the woods with others, merely to act as support?"
The man in black was silent for a moment and then said, "There are two possibilities regarding this matter. One is that the Old Sect Master is well aware of the dangers of this battle. The Azure Cloud Sect is a thousand-year-old major sect with countless experts within. A slight misstep could lead to death, which is why he wants you to stay out of it; the second possibility is..."
His voice suddenly lowered as he took a step closer to stand beside the young man. He glanced around before whispering, "The second possibility is perhaps that the Old Sect Master does not actually have high hopes for the outcome of this battle. For the sake of the Ghost King Sect's foundation, he has instructed you to remain here as a precaution against unforeseen circumstances."
Upon hearing this, the young man was immediately startled and turned to look at the man in black, saying solemnly, "Mr. Ghost, what do you mean by that?"
The man in black chuckled lightly, seemingly unconcerned about his previous words. After a moment, he casually replied, "It's just random speculation."
The young man's expression turned cold as he stared deeply at him. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent. He simply turned away and gazed up at the tall mountain peak.
At that moment, a sudden commotion erupted from the forest behind them. The young man's expression hardened as he turned around and shouted, "What’s going on?"
Before long, a man emerged from the woods dragging an old man who looked like a woodcutter. The man's face showed signs of panic, seemingly quite fearful of the young man. As he approached, he hurriedly said, "Reporting to Vice Sect Master, we caught this old man near the woods."
A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes as he looked at the old man.
An invisible pressure seemed to hit him instantly. The woodcutter appeared to be an ordinary mortal who had just witnessed flashes of blades and swords in the forest and was frightened. He could not withstand this pressure and immediately collapsed to the ground while weakly mumbling incoherently.
The young man let out a cold snort and looked at his subordinate, who hurriedly reported, "Vice Sect Master, we have already asked around. This old man is a woodcutter from a nearby village, and he happened to pass by here today."
"Mm?" A voice came from the side; it was the black-clad figure known as Mr. Ghost, who frowned and asked, "Which village?"
"It’s about three miles from here, right at the foot of Azure Cloud Mountain, called Caomiao Village."
Mr. Ghost shook his head and said, "That's too close. It might expose our hiding place. How come no one noticed him before? I’ll lead some people over to wipe out that village..."
"Wait!"
Before Mr. Ghost could finish speaking, he was interrupted. He looked up and frowned at the young man, asking, "Wan, what’s wrong?"
The young man smiled faintly but waved his hand for the subordinate to drag the old Woodcutter back into the forest. He then said calmly, "They are just a bunch of ordinary folks. Our Holy Sect's reputation should not be tarnished by random killings; we cannot let those Central Plains sects look down on us. Besides, our Holy Sect's army is already on the mountain; what benefit is there in killing them? No need to stir up trouble."
Mr. Ghost fell silent for a moment before nodding and saying nothing further. The young man referred to as Wan looked up again at Azure Cloud Mountain, his expression shifting between worry and concern for those still on the mountain.
Just then, Wan's gaze suddenly sharpened!
He saw that the originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds rolling in, instantly scattering the previously ethereal white clouds across the sky.
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