616: Chapter 2 Returning to the Mountain 616: Chapter 2 Returning to the Mountain Leaves drifted like flowing fire, casting bouts of golden gleams as they flew.
the [Moon Hidden Realm]?”
Chu Yin raised her face.
She had long heard about the [Moon Hidden Realm].
It was here that her father encountered an accident years ago…
The Major Sects of Great Chu all had their own “Pocket Worlds,” and the Imperial Family naturally was no exception.
Within the Imperial City, these private Pocket Worlds of the royal nobility numbered nearly a hundred, both large and small.
After that catastrophe ten years ago, the [Moon Hidden Realm] was sealed off.
No one could enter this realm again.
This Grotto Heaven, along with the death of her father, fell into silence and disintegration, leaving behind nothing but an ethereal name.
“This is not the [Moon Hidden Realm].”
Chen Jingxuan spoke soothingly, “This is my ‘Pocket World’.”
She looked at the teacher beside her, disbelief in her eyes.
“Before that accident happened, I was once invited to the [Moon Hidden Realm].”
Chen Jingxuan smiled and said, “What I just told you, your father said to me, word for word…
He was indeed an extraordinary person.
His concepts were rarely seen throughout the ages.
Had he been alive today, Great Chu would surely not be in its current state.”
Chu Yin murmured, “So…
after my father died, within your own Pocket World, you recreated the scenery of the [Moon Hidden Realm] as it was back then?”
“In a sense, it is a reconstruction.”
Chen Jingxuan looked at the giant trees and whispered, “The original [Moon Hidden Realm] was constructed with the help of Mr.
No one understood better how to harness these four Dragon Veins.
He imparted all his knowledge and experience to me, and over the past ten years, I’ve been continuously reconstructing and attempting to restore the original Source Wood of the [Moon Hidden Realm] with the Heavenly Destiny Gold Line of the Roundness Instrument.”
Chu Yin was once again struck by amazement.
The so-called “Stealing Heaven and Changing Day” could be no more than this.
“The only truly safe ‘Pocket World’ in this world is probably right here.”
Chen Jingxuan spoke softly, “Your brother lives under the ‘Source Wood’.”
Chu Yin followed his gaze.
Where countless golden leaves hung, a wooden tower faintly stood.
Perhaps it was the tremor from the outer world.
Or perhaps, it was the response of bloodlines.
A black-robed teenager, leaning on an umbrella sword with a spring breeze, slowly pushed open the bamboo door of the wooden tower.
He stood beneath the drifting glow of golden threads, looking over here.
Chen Jingxuan patted Chu Yin’s shoulder and spoke gently, “He’s right there.”
Golden leaves tumbled, swaying in the wind.
White cranes flapped their wings, calling softly to the heavens.
After the Xuanshui Competition, Da Sui Sword Palace no longer Sealed Mountain and began to recruit disciples.
Because of the promotion of the Sword Energy Order, True Hidden Peak needed a lot of manpower, and the Law Enforcers of Golden Turtle Peak were also short in number.
For the common folk at the base of the mountain, entering Da Sui Sword Palace was a momentous fate; who dared to even hope for entry into a specific peak?
Even if one were accepted by Xiao Chong Mountain and worked as a menial servant, it would be a step up, bringing honor to one’s ancestors.
If things went badly, at the very least, one could obtain a copy of the Qi Refining Heart Method.
After practicing for three or five years, even if Qi Refinement failed, venturing into the worldly society, one would authentically be a “Immortal Master” that had cultivated at Da Sui Sword Palace.
Afterward, one could randomly choose a small city; no matter which tavern one went to, the waiter would respectfully call out “Lord Sword Immortal,” offering two taels of good wine and a plate of beef.
A carriage traveled on a mountain road.
The carriage wasn’t large, yet it squeezed in more than a dozen young people.
These youths were all heading to the Sword Palace to participate in the martial arts trial, and were mostly Jianghu Wanderers with no particular status or family.
Anyone with some silver would not have chosen such means to ascend the mountain.
Although the environment was cramped.
The atmosphere, however, was superb.
Jianghu people gathered together and invariably talked about worldly affairs.
“Gentlemen, have you heard about the recent incident with ‘Jiangning’?”
“Old news, it’s been spread all over, don’t bring it up…
my ears are growing calluses from hearing it.”
“Heh heh, today I’m not going to talk about the stale story of Xie Zhisu, that bastard betraying his country and colluding with the enemy.”
Among the group of youngsters, there was a scruffy old man with ragged clothes and sparse hair.
This incongruous old man, shaking his legs, added to the already cramped space in the carriage.
Clutching a wine gourd, he took a sip and said with a beaming smile, “If the gentlemen don’t mind, let this old man tell you the tale of Xie Zhen, who was betrayed by Prince Jiangning and trapped amidst the encirclement of the Iron Cavalry!”
As soon as the name Xie Zhen was mentioned,
The attention of everyone in the carriage was captured.
Who didn’t know of this New Master Xuan Shui?
The direct disciple of Xie Xuanyi, who endured humiliations and cultivated in the Book Tower for ten years, emerged to shake the world.
He surpassed Nalan Qiutong of Li Kingdom, ascending to the top of the Heavenly Pride List.
The Beihai Tomb shattered.
By rights, it ought to be a thriving golden age with heroes abundant like fish crossing the river, yet since Xie Zhen appeared, he monopolized eight-tenths of the world’s fame alone.
“Old teacher, this sounds fresh, care to share the story?”
A young man became interested and respectfully spoke up.
The old man raised his eyebrows, suggesting a profound meaning, “A brief encounter is also a kind of destiny.
However, in this world, it’s always easy to listen to stories but hard to tell them…
just like visiting flower boats or listening to music in a brothel, there’s no such thing as free enjoyment.”
As he said this, people already had a bad premonition.
The old man raised a finger, still smiling, “If everyone here chips in, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”
“Old man, you have quite the gall, why not just go and rob someone?!”
The previously respectful young man widened his eyes.
What was the concept here?
“There are ten people.
A hundred copper coins from each person would suffice.”
The old man looked around, his smile unwavering.