Chapter 91: Tiancheng Sword Sect
The thin fog scattered among the majestic mountains disappeared, and the mountain gate of Tiān Chéng Jiàn Zōng slowly appeared in front of the convoy.
The shock of that first glance was something Qin Yun could never forget!
The first thing that catches the eye is a majestic mountain peak standing proudly between heaven and earth, with its top seemingly chopped off by a sword, creating a vast mountain-top platform.
Towering buildings stand one after another on the platform, with numerous jade pavilions and courtyards that are too many to count. The surrounding area is shrouded in mist, with cranes flying overhead. A waterfall cascades down like a silver river, hanging upside down into a deep valley hundreds of feet below. From afar, it looks like an otherworldly paradise!
This is the Tiancheng Sword Sect, one of the top ten sects in the vast nine states, the Tiancheng Mountain Gate, where countless Xiantian, Huagang, and Shentong strongmen gather, and the inheritance of the supreme and majestic sword path!
It is so magnificent, proud and great, worthy of being the holy land that the warriors and swordsmen of the nine states yearn for.
What's even more astonishing is that amidst the continuous mountain ranges in the south, north and west directions, there stand five peaks known as the Five Secondary Peaks of Tiancheng Mountain!
Reaching for the sky, chasing clouds, emerald moon, setting sun, Listening to the Waves Peak!
They stand like five fingers raised to the sky, with the main peak of Tiancheng in the middle, majestic and steep, making people involuntarily admire the ingenuity of nature's craftsmanship.
Each of the deputy peaks has a Sword Sect elder peak master in charge, with various large separate courtyards set up below, and caves excavated to accommodate tens of thousands of disciples!
Under the main peak of Tiancheng, among the five secondary peaks, there is also a large-scale mountain city.
A building of high-rise buildings was built according to the mountain, layered and orderly, from top to bottom from the main peak foot all the way to the open area outside the valley, can't see the city wall only one big road leading to the east.
Xuanwu City, a famous and majestic city in Yan Yun!
It is said that the predecessor of Xuanwu City was only a village where the relatives of the disciples of Jianzongmen lived, but later with the rise of Jianzong and the increase in the number of its members, the original town expanded continuously, and after thousands of years of development, it formed the current scale.
The not-too-distant plains outside the city, along with the surrounding hills and mountain ridges, have all been developed into farmland and terraced fields. A large river originating from deep in the mountains flows through from the west, and in the distance, one can faintly see a lake.
This city hidden in the mountains has a population of hundreds of thousands, under the protection of the Tiancheng Sword Sect it is extremely prosperous, many people have lived and worked here for generations, becoming an existence like an independent kingdom!
"If possible, I also want to be able to settle in Dadi City, but unfortunately it's really too difficult!"
The attendant warrior who followed Qin Yun's carriage sighed and said, "I heard that only the inner disciples of the Sword Sect have the qualifications to apply for their relatives to move into the city to live, and the quota is limited to a maximum of five."
The family warrior surnamed Xiao, a middle-aged man in his forties, had a cultivation level of only three realms of Qi Refining, but this was already the fifth time he had escorted the Qin family's children to the Tiancheng Sword Sect, so he was quite familiar with the situation.
On this road, Qin Yun learned a lot about the Tian Cheng Sword Sect from his mouth.
The fleet went straight along the highway to Xuanwu City, but stopped outside the city because the next thing was taken over by someone from Jianzongpai.
The Tiancheng Sword Sect has been established for a thousand years and has its own set of strict sect rules. The people they sent to welcome us were not many, but everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
The gifts offered by each family were registered and received by a person in charge, the children of each family were called out and taken away in batches, the warriors and attendants who followed were arranged to rest at the post station outside the city, and returned to Chitose tomorrow.
Only Qin Yun was an exception.
He was taken away by a lone woman with the surname Muo from Jianzong Zhuan, to pursue Yunfeng Peak and meet Qingyunzi.
Zhuīyún Peak is located in the southwest direction of Tiānchéng Main Peak. If the five secondary peaks are considered as the five fingers of the right palm, then Zhuīyún Peak is exactly the nameless finger.
In the distance, most of this towering mountain peak is shrouded in white mist, with a vague and independent outline, having a unique charm.
From outside Xuanwu City to Zhuīyún Peak, there is only one winding mountain road that can be reached. It seems not far away, but in fact it is more than 20 miles apart.
Fortunately, neither the Mrs. Mu nor Qin Yun were ordinary people, especially the Mrs. Mu whose slender waist swayed gently as her skirt fluttered, covering a distance of over ten feet with each breath.
Qin Yun had no choice but to rely on his Thousand Mile Divine Movement to catch up with the other party, lest he be left behind.
This Mrs. Mu was quite nice, and she also had a good impression of Qin Yun. Along the way, she slowed down her pace to walk alongside him and introduced him to some basic information about the Tiancheng Sword Sect.
As a member of the Sword Sect, the words spoken by Mrs. Mu were undoubtedly much more detailed and accurate than those of Qin Yun's attendant warrior.
As one of the top ten sects in Kyushu, Tiān Chéng Jiàn Zōng has more than 50,000 disciples in its inner and outer gates. Every three years, new disciples like Qín Yún exceed 3,000.
Unless it's a special case, newcomers usually start as outer disciples. If they have enough talent and work hard, they can formally become inner disciples by being accepted as apprentices.
Inner disciples are further divided into registered disciples, tribute-paying disciples, true transmission disciples and gate-managing disciples, with vastly different status and treatment.
Qin Yun wanted to meet Qingyunzi, one of the seven elders under the main seat of Zhuifeng Peak.
Qingyunzi is in charge of Qingyun Branch Temple, with hundreds of disciples and granddisciples. However, there are only twelve true transmission disciples and thirty-seven disciples who pay homage.
Even if Qin Yun had a letter of recommendation from the old ancestor of the Qin family, he would not be able to directly become a disciple under Qingyunzi. He should have been assigned a true transmission or a ritual apprentice as his master and started as an outer door registered disciple.
"Although you are an outer disciple, having a master is much better than being an ordinary outer disciple. I believe that with your talent, formally becoming an inner disciple won't be a problem." The Mrs. Mu said finally.
"Thank you, Master!" Qin Yun said gratefully: "I haven't asked for your esteemed surname and given name yet?"
As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the foot of Chuiyun Peak.
The young Mrs. Mu stopped in her tracks and smiled: "Little guy, my name is Mu Fangting, but from now on, remember that you can't casually ask about the names of your elders!"
Qin Yun's face turned red with embarrassment, but the Mrs. Mu didn't mind and led him directly to the peak ridge.
The mountain road leading to the summit is paved with bluestone, square and neat, and looking up, there are countless levels.
The surrounding environment of Zhuīyún Fēng Mountain is also very good, with lush greenery and a babbling brook. You can vaguely see farmhouses and cultivated fields.
Along the stone steps leading up, small courtyards hidden in the woods can be seen everywhere on both sides of the road, and the sound of clashing swords can be faintly heard.
Mu Fangting told Qin Yun that these courtyards were the residences of inner sect disciples, and the higher one's status, the higher the place they lived.
On the way up the mountain, there were also white-clothed swordsmen coming down from the mountain. When they saw Mu Fangting, they would bow and salute, while Qin Yun was met with curiosity.
After climbing thousands of stone steps, near the top of the mountain, a magnificent and majestic building complex appeared in front of them.
"This is the Cloud Chasing Palace, where the seven elder Cloud Chasers reside and hold their meetings..." Mu Fangting introduced: "I'll take you to see Master Qingyun!"
Two burly warriors stood guard in front of the Cloud Palace. After showing a nameplate, Mu Fangting obtained permission to enter.
She was obviously familiar with the situation inside, and led Qin Yun to turn left and right, passing through a long corridor to a courtyard surrounded by osmanthus trees.
It was already October, and the Osmanthus trees in Qianchao City had long since withered, but here the Osmanthus flowers were in full bloom. The orange, white, and pale purple stamens twinkled among the dark green leaves, releasing a delicate fragrance that wafted gently through the air.
An old man with white hair and a gray robe is practicing his sword skills in the center of the courtyard.
He was slender and small in stature, with a ruddy complexion, high nose, white eyebrows, and long whiskers. His eyes were narrow and bright, with a sharp glint inside. He held a wooden sword in his hand.
The old man in grey was more like dancing with his sword than practicing it, his movements were extremely slow.
But dozens of men and women standing in every corner of the courtyard watched with rapt attention, so quietly that they could hear the sound of osmanthus flowers falling to the ground.
Mu Fangting didn't dare to make another move and signaled Qin Yun to quietly wait outside together.
The old man in grey robes put away his wooden sword and said in a low voice: "You may enter."
His voice was clear and calm, yet carried an unmistakable air of authority.
Mu Fangting hastily led Qin Yun into the courtyard and knelt down to pay respects, saying: "Luoxia Peak's disciple Mu Fangting greets Qingyun Shifu!"
The old man in grey robes nodded and his eyes fell on Qin Yun: "You are Qin Yun?"
He obviously already knew what had happened.
Qin Yun immediately knelt down and paid his respects: "Disciple Qin Yun greets Ancestor Qingyun!"
If it weren't for Mufangting's reminder earlier, he really wouldn't have known what to call the other party, now calling him "ancestor" is definitely not wrong, and can also determine the name.
"Disciple Sun, hey..."
Qingyunzi's mouth corners rose with a faint smile, and he lightly swung his sleeves to release a gentle aura that lifted Qin Yun and Mu Fangting off the ground at the same time.
"Where is your ancestor's letter?"
Qin Yun took out the treasured letter from his horseback, Qingyunzi stretched out his hand and grasped it in mid-air, taking the letter into his hand across a distance of several feet.
He tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter and read it through. A hint of desolation flashed across his eyes: "The great way is emotionless, I didn't expect this old fellow to take a step ahead of me!"
But this fleeting sorrow was short-lived, as Qingyunzi's hands came together and the letter instantly turned to ashes.
"Very well!" He turned his head to look at the disciples standing beside him: "Which of you is willing to accept Qin Yun as a disciple?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and no one spoke up immediately.
Is there really no one willing?
Looking at their expressions, Qin Yun's heart, which was originally full of expectation, couldn't help but feel a chill.
Such a situation was something he had never thought of beforehand no matter what.
However, a green-robed woman quickly stood up and bowed to Qingyunzi, saying: "Master, I remember that Shifu Mei's door doesn't have a suitable disciple. Why not let Qin Yun be her nominal disciple for now?"
The woman in the green skirt looked to be around thirty years old, with a somewhat attractive appearance, but her thin lips, pointed chin and narrow eyes gave off a slightly cruel aura, and her sharp voice made people feel uncomfortable when listening to it.
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