As the saying goes: Clouds follow the dragon, tigers follow the wind.

Han Qinhu's speed was extremely fast, just like a mountain lord in the world, and he did not look like a Qi Refining cultivator who had not yet formed a foundation.

Bai Cang's "climbing the clouds" was as fast as a galloping horse, but in front of Han Qinhu, it was as slow as a tortoise crawling.

Even at its slowest pace, it had already covered more than a hundred miles in half an hour.

Despite appearing to be located in the city, the Zongguan Mountain Gate still seems to stretch endlessly into the distance.

I could only feel the vast, endless mountains, which felt strangely indescribable.

"Could it be an illusion created by the formation?" Bai Cang wondered.

"This is the method of miniaturizing the Nangting, not some kind of array illusion."

As if guessing Bai Cang's thoughts, Han Qinhu suddenly laughed and said, "The day your grandmaster attained the status of a True Lord, he had already mastered this great supernatural power. He used his great magic to move 1,200 mountains and placed them in the Taiyin City, turning them into the mountain gate of my Xiatianhe Mountain Sect."

"Everything you see is real and true!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, and a feeling of longing welled up within him.

This is what a man should do!

Cultivate great magical power, obtain great supernatural abilities, and enjoy great freedom!

"arrive!"

Just as he was thinking this, Han Qinhu suddenly stopped in mid-air.

With just a flick of the token in his hand, a magnificent golden light rose up, weaving together to form a grand gate.

The magnificent gate stood a hundred feet tall, covered with mysterious patterns that seemed to dance between illusion and reality, making it difficult to see clearly.

Bai Cang only glanced at it from afar before feeling his magical power stagnate, as if he were imprisoned.

"This is a golden gate and jade lock personally set up by the True Lord. It is also the entrance to the small blessed land. No one may enter without the permission of the True Disciple."

Han Qinhu explained, "The Nine Rivers and Great Swamps, the Blessed Land of Taiyin, is the true mountain gate of the Heshan Sect of my Xia Kingdom."

"Your true inheritance token contains the mark left by your grandmaster. You can freely enter and exit this place from now on, and you can also manipulate the cave's restrictions to guide others in and out, but each time it is limited to three people."

As he spoke, Han Qinhu waved the token in his hand, and a cold light shot out, opening the golden lock.

The magnificent gates opened wide, like a grand curtain being slowly drawn back, revealing a winding river where water and sky meet.

The entire world seemed to become vast and bright in this realm, with spiritual energy so dense it was almost tangible, swirling and churning within it.

There was a vast expanse of marshland, where the water met the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds, with surging waves, where the water meets the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds reflects the blue waves.

There are also more than a dozen majestic and imposing suspended mountains, pressing down on the surging sea of ​​clouds, their reflections shimmering on the vast blue waves.

It is as if a vast world, hidden behind golden gates and jade locks, has only now reappeared in the world.

"Do you see that cave dwelling where the moonlight shines like frost?"

Han Qinhu leaped up, put his hands behind his back, and said in a tone that said, "Look! This is the empire I have built for you. This is the true grotto bestowed by the True Lord, and it is also my former residence."

"The permissions have now been transferred to you. From now on, you'll be known as Rat Tail Juice!"

Before he finished speaking, Han Qinhu didn't go inside. Instead, he leaped up and flew away towards the mountain gate amidst the howling wind.

"My enjoyment is over! I'm leaving now!"

I laughed loudly and went out the door; how could I, a man of such talent, be a mere commoner?

This kind of demeanor does, at least, somewhat overlap with the image personally passed down by the True Lord.

…………

Meanwhile, somewhere near the mountain gate.

Inside a palace with upturned eaves and corners, several monks from the Heshan Sect were feasting.

The leader was dressed in white, with a gentle and refined demeanor, but his narrow eyes seemed to hold thunder and rain, giving him a scheming and sinister air.

This person is Li Chunfeng, the first disciple of Yuan Tiangang and the third-generation senior disciple of the Heshan Sect.

"These rising stars are coming on strong!"

Suddenly, Li Chunfeng put down his wine cup and looked meaningfully in the direction of the Nine Rivers Great Marsh. "To gain the favor of the True Lord as soon as you enter the sect, and to be able to inherit the true teachings of Uncle Han's cave dwelling, is truly enviable!"

"We all live in the nine rivers and great marshes, so why should we envy others?"

Someone below shook his head and chuckled, saying, "It's just a case of 'when the tiger is away, the monkey becomes king.'"

"Do you really think that killing a few lowly fry will make you invincible in Heshan?"

"Let alone the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Mountains, even the Red Dragon General Temple, if it is a dragon, it has to coil up, and if it is a tiger, it has to lie down."

"So what if he's Han Qinhu? He's fierce and arrogant enough, isn't he? But he still had to leave for faraway places and didn't dare to stay long at the Zongguan Mountain gate."

"If Han Qinhu is like this, what about his disciple?"

This person wore a crimson dragon robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist. His face was stern, and his voice was indifferent, as if a murderous aura lingered around him.

He was also a true disciple, and was said to be the top disciple of Zhou Ganzheng. His name was Zhao Yunlong, and he was also infamous in the Chilong Temple, known as "Little Han Qinhu".

Despite the malice and denigration he expressed towards Han Qinhu, don't be fooled by his words.

But everyone knows that the person he admires most is Han Qinhu.

He had initially wanted to become Han Qinhu's disciple, but Han Qinhu refused him entry on the grounds that "the Han Clan does not accept trash."

Now it seems that he has transferred this humiliation and hatred onto Bai Cang.

"They've come with ill intentions!"

Li Chunfeng frowned, gripping his wine glass, and pondered for a long time, "The great river flows on, with each wave pushing the one before it. If we don't strive for progress, we will all be washed away on the beach sooner or later."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunlong raised his glass in a toast, and joked with a hint of drunkenness, "He's just a greenhorn who hasn't been in the Dao for long. It would be a stroke of luck if he could open up a hundred apertures within ten years. What's there to talk about?"

"If Senior Brother Li isn't at ease, wouldn't it be easy for him to be torn to pieces?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chunfeng's expression immediately turned indifferent. "Junior Brother Zhao, I don't want to hear such words that are detrimental to unity anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunlong's smile froze, and a cold glint flashed in his heavily intoxicated eyes. "Senior Brother Li, what do you mean by that?"

Li Chunfeng simply put down his wine glass and said, "I mean: you're drunk, go sober up, and stop talking nonsense here."

"Bang!"

Zhao Yunlong slammed his wine glass down on the table. "What kind of skill is it to talk the talk but not walk the walk?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yunlong stood up, snorted coldly, and stormed off in a huff.

But the moment he stepped out the door, there was no trace of drunkenness on his face.

"Ha, none of them are easy to deal with!"

Seeing this, Li Chunfeng raised his cup and drank without caring. Suddenly, he turned to someone at the table and said, "Junior Brother Yu, I heard that you and Bai Zhenchuan are good friends. You hit it off the first time you met and even gave him a Dan Fire?"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest known as "Senior Brother Yu" froze, and quickly said, "Senior Brother Li, you know me. How could I, Yu Canghai, be such a muddle-headed person? I am irreconcilably opposed to Bai Cang, I..."

"Hey, why are you so nervous when your fellow disciples are talking?"

Li Chunfeng waved his hand, "You're the only one here who has dealt with him. What kind of person do you think he is?"

[Thanks to the "Passing Time" expert, please give me a free gift!]