On the top of the mountain behind Ni Xuanzong.

A lonely figure sat quietly on a protruding rock cliff at the top of the mountain, looking at the rolling green mountains and white clouds in the distance, drinking from a wine jug in his hand.

Decadence and loneliness are what this middle-aged man has.

This middle-aged man is named Zhao Xinfeng, and he is the current leader of the Nixuan Sect.

But he is only a Yuanjing tenth-level cultivator.

A Yuan Realm cultivator became the leader of a third-rate sect. The Nixuan Sect was a unique one in the entire Luoxia Province.

A third-rate sect must have at least three divine realm monks in charge.

In other words, a third-rate sect must have at least three cultivators with the infant-breaking cultivation level in order for it to survive.

Obviously, the Nixuan Sect does not have any divine realm cultivators, not even one.

It is hard to imagine that three thousand years ago, this place was once a first-class merchant.

Three thousand years ago, all the cultivators of the Nitian Sect who were at the Yunshen Stage and above were rushed to the battlefield on the demon border. None of them survived, and all were killed.

In that battle, not only the Nitian Sect, but a total of nine first-rate sects in the entire Red Region fell, which shows how brutal that battle was.

The entire demon clan launched a full-scale invasion, and war broke out on all fronts in the Red Territory.

It was because of the merits of the Nitian Sect that the Xuanmeng allowed them to continue to exist for the next three thousand years, although they were ordered to change their name to Nixuan.

Until last year.

The Xuanmeng has issued an order that if the Nixuan Sect fails to produce a divine cultivator within three years, the sect will be disbanded.

Even though it had sacrificed all its masters for the human race.

The whole clan of Emperor Xuanzong fell into despair.

Afterwards, another group of Yuan Jing monks left, causing this sect, which had been drifting for thousands of years, to finally come to an end like a disabled old man in his twilight years.

As the sect leader, Zhao Xinfeng was devastated. Something unexpected happened when he was trying to break through the Infant stage and he failed.

Afterwards, he developed a mental demon and did not try to break through again for a whole year.

Seeing Zhao Xinfeng sitting lonely on the top of the mountain, Xu Feng, who had appeared quietly at some point, sighed softly.

"well."

Zhao Xinfeng turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened instantly, and the wine jug in his hand slipped unconsciously.

Swish!

Xu Feng grabbed the wine jug, sat next to him, raised the jug and gestured: "Do you mind if I try it?"

Zhao Xinfeng just stared at him blankly, unable to say a word. His cheeks turned red and his whole body was shaking.

That's probably the expression he would have if he saw his dead father reborn.

"You! You! You are! Are—"

Seeing that he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, Xu Feng took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and smiled: "Yes, I am."

He knew what Zhao Xinfeng was talking about.

And Zhao Xinfeng also heard his answer.

"I—" He took a deep breath, calmed down the shock and ecstasy in his heart, and came back to his senses, "Why are you here!?!"

But just as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and was about to stand up excitedly.

But Xu Feng held him down: "It's fine if we're equals."

Zhao Xinfeng was like a child who had met his idol. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. For a moment, when he looked at Xu Feng, he felt like he was dreaming.

This middle-aged man was as excited as a child at this moment.

"The 349th generation Tianxuan outer sect disciple Zhao Xinfeng has met the Son of God! The Son of God..." Zhao Xinfeng hesitated for a moment, patted his chest and shouted, "Long live!"

"Puff——" Xu Feng spat out a mouthful of wine far away.

Zhao Xinfeng knew he had made a fool of himself when he saw this, and he quickly explained: "I saw this in the Xuanjie anecdotes of the Wanbao League. Now the disciples in the sect always shout this when they see you, so I--"

Xu Feng wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, that's a rumor. Many things in the Wanbao League's information slips are fabricated just to attract attention. Don't take it seriously."

What they were talking about were specially made information jade slips sold by the Wanbao Alliance, which was known as the number one business alliance in the Xuan Realm.

This thing is not expensive and will regularly update important news about the mysterious world. Almost everyone in the cultivation world has one.

Many Xuan Realm cultivators would use this information jade slip to learn about recent events in the Xuan Realm, which is why this scene happened before our eyes.

Zhao Xinfeng was a former disciple of the Tianxuan Sect and an avid fan of Xu Feng.

Seeing this scene, Xu Feng was not surprised at all.

He had been to the Nixuan Sect before. In the past five thousand years, especially after finding information about the inheritance of the Human King, he had come here many times and was very familiar with the core cultivators here.

So, he is very natural.

It was Xu Feng's naturalness that prevented Zhao Xinfeng from losing his composure even more.

Looking at the man in front of him, Xu Feng felt slightly emotional.

Speaking of which, Zhao Xinfeng is also sixty years old this year.

The age of a cultivator in the Yuanjing period will be one hundred and fifty years.

That's why he looks only middle-aged.

It’s just that he has remained at the Yuan Jing level for so many years. Although it is shameful, for most cultivators in the Xuan Realm, he is already a "master".

Everyone knows how difficult spiritual practice is.

Refining Yuan, Yuan Crystal.

Just these two steps in the Yuan Realm are enough to stop 90% of the cultivators in their tracks.

Zhao Xinfeng is also past that age.

When he was young, he also had a son.

This was also the main reason why he left the outer sect of Tianxuan Sect.

People always have to make choices.

Or, you can continue along the path of spiritual practice, walking in loneliness and never looking back.

Or, sink into the mortal cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.

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