Chapter 105 The Peak of Years Gate

On the summit of Years Gate Mountain, within the palace.

A woman in a cyan robe levitated in mid-air, sitting cross-legged, maintaining the posture of extending her right hand, her palm frozen stiffly in mid-air.

'What happened?'

'What am I doing?'

'That was just an accident, right??'

The sect leader of Years Gate was still completely bewildered.

'I just wanted to give them a small lesson... to throw them into the desolate and fierce lands for a bit of education, that's all.'

The sect leader's face was blank as she looked at the six equally stunned elders around her.

"...The best course of action now is to say that the Qingmu Sword Sect was too arrogant, daring to send an elder to attack the mountain gate of my Years Gate, and even attempted to assassinate my disciples! Therefore, this sect leader had no choice but to capture him."

"Indeed." An elder quickly and loudly echoed, "This matter is not our fault. That elder acted strangely and was of a fierce disposition. He even dared to attack the sect leader. Left with no other choice, the sect leader showed much restraint before finally killing him."

"Elder Tu is most virtuous!" The sect leader's expression immediately relaxed.

The group quickly discussed the finer details to patch things up, confirming the nature of the event.

"Furthermore, this matter was entirely caused by that disciple of the Wu Mian Sword Sect. Why not let him in, so we can see what kind of person this troublemaking disciple is." A spiritual beast transformed from a white tiger with the character "King" between its brows said in a deep voice.

"Indeed." The sect leader nodded slightly. She was also curious about what kind of child could cause a Qingmu Sword Sect elder to chase him so far, all the way to their doorstep.

Most members of Years Gate were spiritual beasts who cultivated to take on human form. On the surface, they were people, but in reality, they were all transformed beings.

After deciding to meet Li Cheng Yi, a disciple was quickly sent to guide the way.

A woman in a long white dress bowed to the sect leader and the elders, then turned and quickly walked to the edge of the palace, leaping into the abyss thousands of feet below.

*Puchi.*

Instantly, the woman's body swelled and transformed into a snow eagle with pure white feathers.

The snow eagle flapped its wings and dived down, flying towards the forest below the mountain, heading towards the location of the Wu Mian Sword Sect disciples.

Before long, the woman landed gently, standing in a clearing in the forest, transforming back into human form.

In the distance ahead, two figures were clashing rapidly, both wielding long swords.

One was dressed in white with deer antlers on his forehead.

The other was in blue, also with white deer antlers, though his were slightly longer.

These were Li Cheng Yi and Yuan Qi, currently engaged in a fight.

'They are competing?' The snow eagle woman narrowed her eyes and moved closer, carefully observing the battle.

At that moment, snowflakes fluttered down.

The two clashed rapidly in the forest, their swordsmanship styles completely different. One focused on thrusting, while the other focused on slicing.

The Ding Yuan Sword in Li Cheng Yi’s hand was primarily used for slicing. He never directly confronted his opponent, but instead used slices and cuts from various angles to respond.

Completely different from his previous opponents, this time Yuan Qi could keep up with his current age level in terms of swordsmanship, strength, and speed.

His speed was only slightly weaker than his, and at crucial moments, he would suddenly erupt with an inexplicable burst of speed, greatly increasing his reaction time, pulling back from any disadvantage he faced.

The long sword in Li Cheng Yi’s hand had almost turned into a phantom, like mist and smoke, scattering in front of him. This was the Shui Yan (Water Smoke) Sword Technique.

But the mist and smoke formed by the sword technique quickly turned into ribbons, gently suppressing his opponent.

Another level of engagement beneath the swordplay was the clash of their powerful mental strength, or what people here commonly referred to as spiritual sense (shennian).

After dozens of moves, Li Cheng Yi increased his strength.

After all, he was at the Eight-Seal level. Even if he only had one Herculean Force Seal, because his own bloodline base was large, and his strength foundation was great, even in disguise, the strength amplification after the Herculean Force Seal far exceeded Yuan Qi's.

*Wu.*

The power of the Ding Yuan Sword suddenly became heavier, increasing from about a dozen tons to fifty tons.

For ordinary disciples at this level, a dozen tons was considered elite. And for the higher-level Zhao Yuan and others, the limit was only an impact force of more than twenty tons, which was obtained after speed amplification.

But for Li Cheng Yi now, it was like a mosquito bite.

The snow-white blade was like a battle-ax, crashing down on Yuan Qi’s thrusting sword.

*Dang!*

The sword in Yuan Qi’s hand flew out, his expression changed drastically, and he retreated dozens of meters, green light flashing around him, raising layers of defensive force fields again.

This seemed to be a special sword technique he cultivated.

But it was useless.

Li Cheng Yi swung the Ding Yuan Sword straight down.

*Shua!*

The force fields were cut open layer by layer. Li Cheng Yi, who had precisely increased the impact force to fifty tons, was completely overwhelming against opponents at this level.

*Hu!*

The Ding Yuan Sword stopped abruptly, hovering at Yuan Qi's forehead.

"I yield."

Li Cheng Yi smiled and sheathed his sword.

"I lost..." Yuan Qi's expression changed slightly. He stood up, took out a seal from his body, and threw it over.

"The mark you wanted. Consider it as you passing."

Li Cheng Yi caught the seal, took out a small notebook from his body, and stamped it. This sect was now considered completed.

Looking at Yuan Qi on the opposite side, who seemed to want to say something more, he put away the notebook and returned the seal.

"Bai Lu, a disciple of the Wu Mian Sword Sect, the Sect Leader of this sect invites you." The snow eagle woman seized the opportunity to step forward, her arms transforming into white feathered wings, lightly flashing to a few meters away from his side.

"Please lead the way." Li Cheng Yi quickly showed a respectful expression.

In this Dead Angle World, the sect leaders of Pangguang and the Four Great Sects represented the four most powerful experts of this era.

These four not only resisted the various dangers and disasters within Pangguang, but also fought against the crises of the Black Sea that could invade at any time.

According to the information that Kui Ling occasionally leaked, at the elder level, one would be qualified to come into contact with matters related to the Black Sea.

However, here they called the Black Sea the Xuanmiao (Profound and Mysterious) Sea, but the two were just different names, and in reality, they were the same thing.

Thinking of this, Li Cheng Yi turned his head to look at the other Wu Mian Sword Sect disciples, whispered a few words to them, and then, under the woman’s lead, quickly headed towards the direction of the snow mountain.

Both of them were extraordinary, and their movement speeds were extremely fast. The Wu Mian Sword Sect cultivated speed. The Wu Mian Sword Manual naturally had a body-tempering effect. By the third level, it was basically equivalent to a third-level transformed human with the speed of sound on Earth-Moon.

This level of defense, combined with the sonic-level burst of attacks and movement speed, could basically be said to be completely isolated from the mundane.

In other words, anyone at the third level of the Wu Mian Sword Manual would be close to an elite-level expert of the fourth level in Earth-Moon.

In the private sector, only some wealthy transformed humans could touch this level.

Li Cheng Yi roughly converted the strength in his mind for comparison.

Everything was calculated according to the Earth-Moon system he was familiar with.

The previous Four Minor Swords, the other three, were between this third and fourth level.

Yuan Qi just now, however, was at the fourth-level in terms of overall evaluation. He was higher than the Four Minor Swords, which meant that he was basically the top expert among the younger generation of the Years Gate.

As the other of the Four Sects, there was no reason for Years Gate to be much stronger than the Wu Mian Sword Sect.

As for the others, Li Cheng Yi had not fought them yet, so he could not judge.

Moving at the speed of sound, he quickly followed the snow eagle woman to the top of the snow mountain, stopping in front of a hall without a door, with wind blowing through all sides.

In the hall, a woman wearing a cyan robe, with upward-tilted eyes, as if she had painted bewitching dark red eyeshadow, sat cross-legged in the air, holding a horsetail whisk, quietly watching Li Cheng Yi.

"This is the Sect Leader of this sect, Qing Yang Zhenren (Daoist Qing Yang)." The snow eagle woman introduced in a low voice.

"Disciple Bai Lu, greets Qing Yang Zhenren!" Li Cheng Yi said nothing and immediately clasped his fists and bowed. Just looking at her, he knew that the other party was definitely a powerful expert far beyond him. It wouldn't hurt to pay respects to such a strong person.

"Bai Lu... There is the bloodline of my Jv Bai Lu (Giant White Deer) clan in your body. Usually, you can get closer to the deer clan." Qing Yang Zhenren's expression was calm, her green eyes sizing Li Cheng Yi up and down.

"At such a young age, your aura is so stable... It seems that the Wu Mian Sword Sect is about to produce another good disciple. Do you know that your Eldest Senior Brother is now on the border of Pangguang, killing the notorious demon king Chi Hu Hong Shen (Red Tiger Hong Shen) with a single sword?" Qing Yang asked.

"Uh... This disciple doesn't know... But if Eldest Senior Brother takes action, he will naturally be successful." Li Cheng Yi was now certain that Wu Mian Shusheng (Faceless Swordsman) was Huo Qingkong. No matter how much he overestimated this pervert who would become such a terrifying monster in the future, it wouldn't be enough.

"You are all the same in this generation... It seems that Huo Qingkong has really soared into the sky..." Qing Yang sighed, a hint of envy rising in her heart.

Among the Four Sects of this generation, only Ding Zou of the Qingmu Sword Sect, the Hong Linjian (Red Scale Sword), and Huo Qingkong of the Wu Mian Sword Sect, the Yijian Qingkong (Single Sword Clear Sky), could be called peerless geniuses, shining in all directions.

Both of them were not even twenty years old, yet they had practiced their sect's sword techniques to a level comparable to that of an elder.

Their strength and potential were so strong that they had not been seen in thousands of years.

"Speaking of which, your Eldest Senior Brother's background is also quite peculiar. Ding Zou, the Hong Linjian, was conceived from a Bone Sword that had been nurtured in the mountains for a thousand years. And Huo Qingkong was born from the cloud aura of the Pangguang Outer Domain that entered the mortal imperial family a thousand years ago. Both of their natures and spiritual senses are extremely pure. The era of the next thousand years should belong to the two of them..." Qing Yang Zhenren was a little sentimental for a moment.

Li Cheng Yi below was also hearing about Huo Qingkong's origins for the first time.

Born from the cloud aura of a thousand years of Chaoxia (Morning Sunlight) reincarnated into an imperial family... This sounded like he was not on the same level as ordinary people at all.

No wonder his aptitude was so terrifying.

"But don't belittle yourself. At this age, you can defeat Yuan Qi. Your own strength and potential are already quite good."

Qing Yang looked at the six elders on the side, her gaze stopping on a pure woman with white antlers on her forehead.

"Bai Shimei (Junior Sister Bai), he is of your clan's bloodline, won't you give him a little something?"

It could be seen that this Zhenren was not used to talking so formally at all. She usually had a very casual personality.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately exposed some of her true nature.

The woman with antlers had a cold expression. She took out a white stone sprinkled with small golden dots from her sleeve and tossed it gently.

The stone slowly flew up, coming in front of Li Cheng Yi.

"This is a Gold Star Jade. It can withstand a single backlash from a Holy Spirit Art below the fourth level. Just crush it during the backlash." The woman's voice was cold, and it was obvious that she had a similar personality.

"This is a good thing!" Qing Yang quickly gave Li Cheng Yi a look.

"This is a kind of spiritual fetus of invaluable worth. Quickly thank Elder Bai! She is also from the Jv Bai Lu clan, she is your family!"

"Thank you, Elder Bai, for the treasure!" A look of joy naturally appeared on Li Cheng Yi's face.

He now planned to cultivate the Holy Spirit Art as originally intended. This thing could resist the backlash, it had come just in time.

(End of this chapter)