Li Changan was stunned to find that his status had plummeted since these three women appeared on the Ninth Peak.

I couldn't even get to the table to eat.

"How could this happen? This shouldn't be the case." Li Changan began to doubt his life. Isn't this Ninth Peak his territory?

Zong Ting, who was squatting on the side and looked much more normal, comforted him, "It's okay, it will be fine after a while."

Li Changan thought about it and nodded. Yes, after a while, they should be able to establish their identities. This is the Ninth Peak. Can I still allow them to occupy my place for a long time?

Zong Ting glanced at Li Changan and continued, "Don't overthink it. I mean, you'll get used to it after a while."

Li Changan: "..."

Well, I suddenly lost my appetite.

The originally peaceful Taixuan Jiufeng suddenly became lively. People say that three women make a play, and these three women from all over the world gathered together are enough to perform a complete drama.

Just then, Nezha, who smelled the scent, rushed in from the mountain pass, his eyes lighting up.

"Nezha, come and eat hotpot." Li Mingyue waved to Nezha.

Nezha raised the thing in his hand and said, "Wait a minute..."

Li Changan, who had just raised his head, had his eyelids twitched. "What the hell! What are you holding in your hand?"

Nezha glanced at Li Changan and felt a little guilty. "Just... two random birds? I saw them fall dead on the road. It seemed so sad, so I brought them back to eat them."

Li Changan's face darkened. "This is the Blue Bird from Cangming Peak. You said he fell to his death?"

Nezha nodded affirmatively, "Yes, that's right, they fell to their death!"

Li Changan: "???"

What the hell is this guy? He's lying with his eyes open! Cangming Qingque was the Dao-like form that Tang Guang summoned when he broke through the realm. How could he actually kill himself by dropping him?

Li Changan dropped the bowl, speechless.

Seeing Nezha happily washing the green bird and cutting it into slices, and several women happily putting it into the pot to eat it, and even Zong Ting got a leg, he could no longer sit still.

"Well... leave some for me!"

…

After finally finishing his meal, Li Changan finally snatched back his rattan chair, lay down on it happily, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Look, what's wrong with being a salted fish lying down? What's the point of fighting for it?"

"What a pity! There are very few people like me who are as calm as water and not distracted by music."

Zong Ting, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, had a look of sarcasm on his face.

Li Changan was very sensitive and caught Zong Ting's subtle expression. He slapped Zong Ting on the forehead and said, "Little brother, do you disagree with me?"

Zong Ting rubbed his head and said, "Senior Brother Chang'an is very talented, Zong Ting is not as good as him."

Li Changan laughed heartily, enjoying it.

"Brother Chang'an, my father asked me to come to Taixuan Jiufeng to practice with you, but these past few days, I've been doing nothing but wandering around and eating and drinking for free. I feel a little empty inside..."

Li Changan squinted his eyes, "Isn't this annoying?"

"That feels great." Zong Ting paused, "But I'm the son of Chaoyang City, the heir personally designated by Senior Sword Spirit. I also want to draw my sword to the sky like my father, slaying disasters and slaying immortals."

"I don't want to be a salted fish..."

Well, people with different ideas cannot work together.

Li Changan turned over.

"Brother Chang'an, Senior Sword Soul once passed on to me a code of sword cultivation. I have been contemplating it over the past few days, and there are some things I don't understand. I hope Brother Chang'an can help me solve my doubts."

"……explain."

Zong Ting suddenly became alert. "I, Chaoyang, cultivate the sword instead of the method. I focus on cultivating the sword heart, using sword energy to nourish sword intention, and using sword intention to nourish sword momentum, and finally combining them into the sword path. Every sword cultivator must have a sword path that belongs to him alone. My father's sword path is just like the name of his sword, it is the Destroyer of Disasters, and I..."

Zong Ting spoke at length and with great enthusiasm when he suddenly heard a very faint snoring sound next to him, which then became louder and louder.

Zong Ting's voice suddenly stopped and he froze in place.

"...Brother Changan, how could you be like this!"

"Father, you misled me..."

For Li Changan, spiritual practice was a real blind spot in his knowledge. It took him a hundred years to practice the Taixuan Taoist Canon of the Taixuan Sect and reach the middle stage of Qi training. To be honest, he even felt a little ashamed of himself.

If it weren't for the blessing of the Linghai Star Map and the assistance of the power of the stars, it is unknown when I would be able to successfully build the foundation.

Even though he had achieved divine cultivation after using the Starfall secret technique, that was not his own strength after all. He had the power but did not understand its meaning. He did not have the confidence to give guidance to the young master of Chaoyang City, who had reached the state of mind enlightenment at the age of twenty and even comprehended a hint of sword intent.

There has to be a limit to showing off. If Zong Ting goes astray under his teachings and slits his own throat, Zong Baiye will have to chop himself to pieces just like he chopped down Jie Long.

Well, just fool around. Walk your own path. It’s too bold of you to expect me to help you practice.

After taking a nap under the old locust tree, Zong Ting had disappeared. Instead, Nezha, who had been jumping around all day, was practicing in the sword bamboo forest. She was also practicing the Taixuan Taoist Canon, but after successfully building her foundation and awakening her life star, the Taixuan Taoist Canon became secondary. Inhaling and exhaling the power of the stars and condensing the star core every day was the path of practice for the Jiufeng lineage.

Li Changan sat on the rattan chair and practiced the Tianyin*Taoist Scripture as usual for a while, then turned over and stood up.

He hid the Immortal's Finger in a cave under the Nine Peaks. He didn't have much idea about the immortal spirit, so he didn't want to take the risk of getting in touch with the immortal. The teleportation array was also built. With the existence of the Heavenly Spirit Gu, even if he teleported to Chaoyang City many times in a row, it would not cause the Nine Peaks' spiritual veins to dry up.

These two things are the key to Jiufeng and the top priority at present. If any one of them is leaked, there will probably be trouble.

Li Changan thought about it, stretched out his fingers, and a fine sword energy slowly emerged from between his fingers. The appearance of the sword energy made the entire Ninth Peak suddenly become much colder. The terrifying sword energy split into two in Li Changan's hand, one part retracted into his dantian, and the other part shot up into the air.

In mid-air, five spirit sword lights flashed by, and the huge sword formation cage was activated. The sword energy turned into thousands and penetrated into the cage sword formation. The cage sword formation suddenly underwent strange changes, and the astonishing sword energy rushed up to the sky, as if it had taken drugs and was out of control.

Just as Li Changan was watching with fear, a muffled groan suddenly came from mid-air.

Then Li Changan saw a ragged figure lose control and crash down to the bottom of Xiaoqiong Peak with a bang.

Well……

Who is this? He can’t be so unlucky.