Chapter 414 Is there really an immortal sect in existence?

"Guests?" Zhou Jue looked at Cheng Gan.

"What kind of guest could make you so anxious?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Gan's expression became even more varied. She lowered her voice and leaned close to Zhou Jue's ear.

"Not the US, nor one of those messy countries, they're... one of our own!"

"One of our own?" Zhou Jue was even more puzzled.

"They're just a group of cultivators dressed in ancient clothes! They call themselves the 'Kunlun Sword Sect'!" Cheng Gan gestured. "What a coincidence! Right after the meeting ended, I picked a place with a relatively active energy anomaly to check what was going on, and I just stumbled upon their mountain gate formation being activated."

Zhou Jue was surprised. A mountain sect? There really is a mountain sect of cultivators that has survived to this day? What level of strength have they reached? Thinking of this, Zhou Jue became serious.

"And then? Did you two have a conflict?" She looked at Cheng Gan's eager expression, as if he hadn't suffered any losses.

"Hehe." Cheng Gan scratched his head sheepishly, "How could that be? I just had a 'friendly' sparring session with them."

She held up two fingers, making a very small gap: "They only used 20% of their strength, and their leading elder couldn't withstand it."

"So, they're here to cause trouble?"

“No!” Cheng Gan shook his head: “They came… to surrender!”

"You're in the reception room at Yunlan University right now. Sun Jiuchou and Staff Officer Chen are there to greet you. Staff Officer Chen asked me to come and get you!"

Zhou Jue raised an eyebrow. Would a sect that cultivates immortality surrender?

Kunlun Sword Sect?

She suspected that this sect had discovered the resurgence of spiritual energy, awakened themselves, only to find that times had changed, and since they couldn't defeat it in a fight, they could only come to discuss cooperation.

As for why the inherited sects couldn't win, we'll have to look at the specific circumstances.

"Let's go take a look."

...

Yunlan University, reception room.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Three cultivators dressed in ancient Taoist robes and carrying long swords sat upright.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face. His cultivation was at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but his aura was somewhat weak. It was unclear whether he was being suppressed or had just awakened from a deep sleep and his power had not yet fully recovered.

Beside him were two middle-aged cultivators, a man and a woman, both at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, who looked at everything in the room with curiosity and awe.

They couldn't understand why the walls of the room could glow on their own, and why the "tea" on the table could heat up on its own, when there was clearly no fluctuation of any array in the room.

Chen Jianguo sat in the main seat with a standard diplomatic smile on his face, but inwardly he was groaning.

Communicating with these ancient people is too much of a hassle.

When you mention "national strategy," they ask you which school of thought "national" belongs to.

When you say "technology," they ask you what "technology is" and "what kind of magic weapon is it?"

They're talking past each other; they've been going around in circles for ages.

Sun Jiuchou sat leisurely to the side, slowly sipping his tea, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, the door to the reception room was pushed open.

Zhou Jue and Cheng Gan walked in one after the other.

Whoosh!

The gazes of the three Kunlun Sword Sect cultivators instantly focused on Zhou Jue.

Especially the old man at the head of the group; the moment he saw Zhou Jue, his usually calm eyes were filled with a stormy sea.

He couldn't see through her; he couldn't fathom the cultivation level of the woman before him. Did their sect still have a chance? They had just awakened; were they about to be wiped out?

When divine sense probed the area, it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, without the slightest echo.

However, the sword energy within his body was frantically issuing warnings, a kind of absolute suppression in terms of strength!

"I am Lu Changfeng, an elder of the Kunlun Sword Sect." The old man stood up and solemnly performed a Taoist kowtow to Zhou Jue.

"Greetings... Fellow Daoist."

He wanted to address him as "senior," but looking at the other person's appearance, he couldn't bring himself to say it and could only vaguely use the words "fellow Daoist."

Zhou Jue did not return the greeting. She simply walked to the head seat, pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at him calmly.

"Kunlun Sword Sect".

"How long has the mountain been closed?"

Lu Changfeng's heart skipped a beat. The other party's attitude showed that she didn't take them seriously at all, which meant that she had the strength and confidence that they couldn't cause any trouble. Or perhaps, this sect called "Huaxia" had even stronger cultivators?

He replied even more respectfully, "Fellow Daoist, since the end of the Dharma era, my Kunlun Sword Sect has been in seclusion for over ten thousand years."

a thousand years.

Chen Jianguo's heart pounded as he listened. Five thousand years of Chinese history, good heavens, has the mountain been closed off since the beginning of five thousand years ago?

"Why did you come out of seclusion?" Zhou Jue continued to ask.

Lu Changfeng gave a bitter smile: "The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been restored, and the energy of the mountain gate's grand formation has been exhausted, forcing us to emerge from the world."

He paused, glanced at Cheng Gan beside him, and his tone became even more helpless.

"After leaving the mountain, I realized that... the world had changed."

Zhou Jue picked up the teacup on the table, blew on it gently, and didn't say anything.

She remained silent, and the reception room fell silent once again.

Lu Changfeng felt cold sweat seeping down his back. The pressure from the woman in front of him was more than ten times more terrifying than that of the female cultivator surnamed Cheng from before!

He knew that whether or not he could find a way for the Kunlun Sword Sect to survive in the "new era" depended entirely on the other party's decision.

Finally, Zhou Jue put down his teacup.

"What are your plans after you leave the mountains?"

Lu Changfeng perked up, knowing that the main topic was about to be discussed.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "We have no other requests but three things."

"First, we seek a place to settle down and make a living. Our Kunlun Sword Sect is willing to abide by the rules here and never disturb the world."

"Secondly, we hope that your sect can allow us to open our doors and accept disciples. To be honest, we don't have many disciples left. We are willing to exchange them for the sword sect's thousand-year-old treasures."

"third……"

He hesitated for a moment after saying this, but finally gritted his teeth and bowed deeply to Zhou Jue.

"Fellow Daoist, please enlighten us: Is the path to ascension... already severed?"

This is the fundamental purpose of their trip.

After they awoke, they sensed the secrets of heaven and discovered that the spiritual energy of this world was extremely thin, even thinner than when they had sealed their mountain gates. In such a world, it would be difficult for them to make progress in their cultivation.

And the path to ascension to the upper realm became blurred, as if shrouded in an invisible mist.

This is a shared fear among all the disciples who have awakened from their slumber.

Zhou Jue looked at him, and a slight fluctuation finally appeared in her eyes. She glanced at Sun Jiuchou and slowly said, "The path to ascension is either broken or not, both are possible."

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, why is the spiritual energy in this place so thin? Is this yet another instance of spiritual energy depletion?" Lu Changfeng asked impatiently.

"This is not a depletion, but a new beginning."