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Chapter 109: Arrival at the Sect

The flying sword stopped in mid-air.

Wen Yuxi looked into the distance.

Before my eyes were steep peaks towering into the clouds, with mountains stretching out in a continuous procession, shrouded in clouds and mist, and covered in lush vegetation. The breeze blew, and the pine trees sang in the wind. Occasionally, a swift bird would fly by, flapping its wings desperately, and dive into the forest, disappearing in an instant, as if there were man-eating monsters in the forest that could not be retrieved once in.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Nature is full of wonders, yin and yang divide the day and night. Clouds rise from my heart, and returning birds fly into my eyes."

He finally understood the poems written by Du Fu, which were simply so majestic and magnificent.

If you practice cultivation on a fairy mountain like this, wouldn't every day be like a vacation?

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but think happily that when he chooses a cave, he must choose one facing the sun. It would be really nice to bask in the sun every day.

At this moment, Zhiming said, "Junior brother, you have great literary talent."

Wen Yuxi opened his mouth wide and immediately put the thought behind him.

He quickly waved his hands to explain, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice, "How could that be? That was said by a great poet. I was just quoting it based on what I saw. Brother, do you think someone as vulgar as me could come up with such poetic words?"

Zhiming had never seen anyone insult him like this before, so he couldn't help but laugh and changed the subject, "Junior brother, we're here."

Wen Yuxi rubbed his hands excitedly: "Then take me there quickly, Senior Brother."

Zhiming was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "I believe you must have misunderstood. The mountains and trees you see are just illusions. If we want to go in, we need to break the barrier."

Wen Yuxi's eyes lit up: "Actually, there's no difference between this place and the mortal world, right?"

Zhiming nodded and then shook his head. "Some of it is the same, but strength is respected in the sect. Once you enter the sect, your every word and action will be monitored by the elders. You must be careful and cautious. You will know in the future."

Zhiming's expression was somewhat serious, and he spoke very carefully.

It seems that there are intrigues and deceptions within the sect.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

He just needs to be careful in the future.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Zhiming knew that he had truly taken it to heart.

The years of cultivation are long, and there will always be times when he is not with his junior brothers.

My junior brother is a kind person and is not willing to compete with others, but sometimes trying to keep things quiet will only encourage the arrogance of some people, so we must always be careful in everything we do.

Seeing that he had memorized everything, Zhiming calmly took out a token from his Qiankun bag.

This token is the size of a palm, carved from white jade, with a fat white color all over, a delicate and moist texture, and looks very beautiful.

The token is engraved with beautiful characters from the world of immortal cultivation - Jiuxuanmen.

Two big characters are engraved in the middle - Zhiming.

It turned out to be a jade token proving the disciple's identity.

Zhi Mingchao just made a magic gesture with the jade token, and the jade token flew into the air and moved forward.

After moving three steps away, a huge invisible cover suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wen Yuxi guessed that this should be the barrier.

At this time, the jade token flew straight towards the barrier and landed on a concave arc of light in the center of the barrier.

There was a "click".

The jade plate was embedded into it tightly.

The white barrier that had just enveloped the mountains disappeared in an instant.

The jade token fell back into Zhiming's hands and he put it away again.

The scene before him came into Wen Yuxi's sight at this moment.

An iron chain bridge suspended in the air extends straight into the distance.

Behind the iron chain bridge is the sect.

The Jiuxuan Gate hangs above the flying clouds, and its lower part is hidden in the clouds, like a picturesque castle in the sky.

Zhiming parked his sword next to the lock bridge and helped Wen Yuxi jump onto the bridge.

"There are restrictions on this bridge. We can't fly with a sword. We need to walk across."

Wen Yuxi asked in surprise, "What about after we get to the sect? The sect is so big, wouldn't it take a lot of time just to walk?"

"The sect has special spirit beasts and flying instruments for transporting people. They can be rented for a fee of spirit stones."

Oh, Wen Yuxi suddenly realized, it is the real version of transportation.

He nodded thoughtfully.

Zhiming led the way, and Wen Yuxi hurriedly took two steps to catch up.

This iron chain bridge seems to be hanging at both ends of the sky, with no visible connection.

The bridge is three feet wide, just enough for two people to pass through.

The bottom of the bridge is paved with very neatly laid wooden boards, with a wrist-thick iron chain across the top of each side, and a slightly thinner iron chain in the middle to prevent people from falling.

As Wen Yuxi walked and looked, he felt that the structure of this iron chain bridge was no different from modern ones.

Won’t the wooden planks underneath catch fire?

It should be some fireproof material. How could such a big sect leave such a big bug?

"Brother, what kind of board is this underneath? How can it be moisture-proof and fire-proof?"

Zhiming smiled and said, "This is said to be a sacred tree from the south of the sky, which can resist most fires. Besides, there are restrictions on this bridge, so ordinary cultivators cannot damage it."

Wen Yuxi nodded and looked around as he walked.

He took a few steps and suddenly stopped, put his hands on the chain, and reached down.

The chain was placed at Wen Yuxi's chest height.

Although he was usually afraid of heights, he dared to look down since it was still safe.

I couldn't see anything below, it was completely obscured by clouds and fog.

The white clouds were like huge clouds, floating leisurely and slowly under my feet.

Wen Yuxi blinked and followed the cloud.

He said to Zhiming joyfully, "Brother, look at that cloud."

Zhiming stopped and smiled slightly: "Junior brother, this is your first time seeing such a wonder, but after a while, you will no longer see it."

Wen Yuxi laughed awkwardly twice, he was indeed surprised by what he had never seen before.

Yes, I might have to stay here for a long time in the future, so there is no need to rush.

He trotted after Zhiming. Although the bridge was suspended in the air, it did not shake when he ran, as if it was fixed there.

Zhiming was not walking fast to begin with, but he deliberately slowed down to wait for him, and soon Wen Yuxi caught up with him.

"Brother, after we arrive at the sect, should we go directly to find Master or go back with you first?"

"Go meet Master first, then we'll go to the Deacon Hall to register your status as a disciple."

The meaning of this is that he should let the master take a look at him first. If the master accepts him as a disciple, he can report and register his identity.

When Wen Yuxi thought of this, he couldn't help but feel nervous and excited.

This is much more exciting than when I checked my college entrance examination scores.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his worries.

At this moment, the spirit of the weapon suddenly called him in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Wen Yuxi, you have a special physique. Although most people can't see it, you should still be cautious. I will temporarily cover up your furnace cauldron physique."

"What spiritual roots will be revealed then?"

Wen Yuxi asked hurriedly.

But the spirit of the weapon stopped talking.

After all, this was within the sect. Wen Yuxi guessed that the spirit of the weapon was afraid of being noticed and was reluctant to speak, so he stopped asking.