Just after Feng Qingyang leaped away from the Cliff of Contemplation, the rock wall next to where the two had just fought slowly cracked open, revealing a deep crevice. This was created by the internal force of the two innate masters.

Huang Jin flew back to the front yard from the back mountain, stepping on the treetops, and saw everyone waiting in the main hall.

"Taoist Master, Your Majesty," Huang Jin hurriedly stepped forward. A chilling wind blew.

"Mm." Li Dao nodded.

At that moment, a whooshing sound came from the air, and a figure appeared in the hall.

"Uncle-Master Feng." Upon seeing the newcomer, Yue Buqun was extremely excited, and he and Ning Zhongze quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Grandmaster Uncle." The Huashan group also hurriedly knelt down.

"Hmph, get up. I cannot accept the kneeling of the Huashan Sect Leader." Feng Qingyang turned to the side.

The group from Mount Hua were immediately embarrassed.

"Daoist Master, Your Majesty, this is Feng Qingyang, Brother Feng," Huang Jin introduced to the two.

Li Daoyi carefully examined Feng Qingyang. He had to admit that this guy did indeed have the air of an immortal and a peerless master. His eyes revealed a sharpness, and his body faintly exuded a sword aura. This was a state that only a swordsman who had reached a high level of swordsmanship could achieve.

“If this person had lived a few hundred years ago, he would probably have become a grandmaster long ago,” Li Daoyi sighed.

Zhu Houcong smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. Compared to ordinary martial arts practitioners, the person before him, being a master of innate cultivation, was worthy of his respect.

"Feng Qingyang greets the Emperor and this Taoist priest," Feng Qingyang said politely, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Seeing is believing, Feng Qingyang, you truly deserve to be called the Sword Saint of Mount Hua," Li Daoyi said with a smile.

At this moment, Feng Qingyang's gaze fell on the sword behind Li Daoyi. Judging from the hilt, it was this very sword that had just flown to the Cliff of Contemplation.

"bite…"

A system notification sounded.

"Taoist Master, that sword just now... how could it be?" After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qingyang finally asked the question that was on his mind.

"Oh? You mean the Green Steel Sword?"

After saying this, Li Daoyi placed his right hand in front of his chest, and the sword behind him was drawn again.

"Clang..."

The sword flew to him and stood upright in mid-air.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Feng Qingyang asked in surprise.

Li Daoyi continued gesturing with his fingers, and with a whoosh, the sword flew high into the air, instantly severing a tree branch.

Feng Qingyang stared wide-eyed at the fallen tree branch and the sword swirling above everyone's heads.

"How is that possible? How did you do that?" Feng Qingyang asked hurriedly.

"Clang."

Li Daoyi withdrew his hand, and the sword flew back into its sheath.

"I don't know martial arts," Li Daoyi shook his head.

"This is Taoist magic."

"The Dao? The Dao really exists in this world?" Feng Qingyang exclaimed in shock.

"Hahaha, Brother Feng, the Daoist is a true immortal. We can't judge him with the eyes of martial arts practitioners," Huang Jin laughed as he explained.

"bite…"

Another system notification sound.

Li Daoyi was secretly delighted; it seemed that Feng Qingyang was going to give him several waves of amazement points this time.

"I see. I underestimated everyone in the world," Feng Qingyang sighed.

"You don't need to belittle yourself. Your Dugu Nine Swords are also quite remarkable, masterful." Li Daoyi said softly.

"Oh? Daoist Master also knows about the Dugu Nine Swords?" Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up.

"The Nine Swords of Dugu? Could it be the move Brother Feng just used? It's truly remarkable. If you hadn't been using a tree branch, I wouldn't be your match," Huang Jin quickly said.

“Of course I know. This is a sword technique created by Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, who combined all his life's learning and left it in Mount Hua to await a destined person. You have learned it and carried it forward. I believe he would be very pleased in heaven.” Li Dao nodded.

"I admire you. Daoist Master even knows this. That's right. This sword technique is something I learned in my youth at Mount Hua," Feng Qingyang exclaimed.

Yue Buqun was shocked. He was astonished that Mount Hua had such a secret, with a master hiding a peerless sword technique there.

"Master, what is the background of this Condor Hero, and why did he hide his swordsmanship in my Mount Hua?" Yue Buqun asked.

"This is a long story. This person was a peerless master who lived hundreds of years ago. Back then, outside Xiangyang City, the Condor Hero Yang Guo used his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to fight his way in and out of the Mongol army seven times, and finally killed the Mongol Khan Möngke, thus saving the Central Plains for more than ten years."

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped.

Emperor Jiajing suddenly stood up.

"I know, it's him, the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. The records of the founding emperor mention the Heaven-Reliant Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber. These two divine weapons were transformed from this Xuan Tie Heavy Sword. The Dragon-Slaying Saber got its name because Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, killed the Mongol emperor. I originally thought it was fake, but I didn't expect there to be such a hero in the world. Good, well done!" Zhu Houcong said excitedly.

"A massive army, truly remarkable." Feng Qingyang's face was also filled with excitement.

"The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people. Countless heroes emerged in that era, but alas, the Song court was incompetent, and fate was not on their side. Under the torrent of history, even the so-called great heroes could only end their lives tragically. Alas," Li Daoyi sighed.

Zhu Houcong was also filled with emotion at this moment. As the emperor, he knew even more the importance of the court. An incompetent dynasty, no matter how hard its officials fought, could not escape the fate of destruction.

"After gaining fame in the Battle of Xiangyang, Yang Guo traveled the world with his wife. By chance, he created this sword technique and named it Dugu Nine Swords in honor of the legendary swordsman Dugu Qiubai. At that time, Mount Hua was the holy land of the Central Plains martial arts world, and the famous Mount Hua Sword Tournament was held there, where all heroes and warriors competed for the title of the best in the world."

"The Sword Tournament at Mount Hua." A gleam appeared in everyone's eyes, one could imagine how dazzling that era was.

“Yes, in that era, there were countless innate masters everywhere, and only grandmasters could stand atop Mount Hua and participate in the sword competition,” Li Daoyi continued.

“Grandmaster…” Feng Qingyang murmured.

Then, Li Daoyi told everyone the story of the decades from the Legend of the Condor Heroes to the Condor Heroes era. Everyone listened with great interest. Feng Qingyang even sat down on the chair that Yue Buqun had moved for him and nodded to him, making the latter feel flattered.

"The emperor stands in the temple, yet indulges in revelry every night, while twelve golden tablets lure and kill the pillars of the nation. The chivalrous knight, though wandering the martial world, carries the weight of patriotism, dedicating twenty years to preserving the last vestige of Chinese spirit—a truly moving and inspiring story." Li Daoyi sighed as he concluded.

"I hate it, I hate it, I wish I could live in that era." Feng Qingyang was extremely agitated.

"What a fine Guo Jing! What a fine Yang Guo! So many heroes and great men of the Song Dynasty, what a pity! I have decided that after returning to the capital, I will erect monuments and write biographies for them. Such heroes cannot be buried." Zhu Houcong quickly stood up, still immersed in the story he had just heard.

"It is good that the emperor has this intention, but you must learn from this lesson. The Ming Dynasty must never follow in the footsteps of the Song Dynasty. If a country and a nation want to avoid being bullied by foreign tribes, it is not enough to rely solely on civil administration and Confucianism. We need military force. Only military force can be the cornerstone of a country."

"I have remembered what you said, Daoist Master." Zhu Houcong quickly turned around and respectfully bowed to Li Daoyi.

Afterwards, everyone continued chatting. Feng Qingyang was in a great mood. He had heard such a moving story and had met such an extraordinary person as Li Daoyi. He even stayed for dinner to eat with everyone. Yue Buqun was even more grateful to Li Daoyi.

Mount Hua was incredibly beautiful under the moonlight. Several people sat in the courtyard admiring the moon. It happened to be a full moon night. Tea and snacks were laid out on the table, and Yue Buqun and his wife served them respectfully.

"Sect Leader Yue, your Mount Hua truly lives up to its reputation. I can't see such scenery from the palace," Zhu Houcong praised.

At this moment, Li Daoyi took advantage of the others' inattention and secretly crushed a few talismans in his sleeve. Several transparent energies flew towards the back mountain without anyone being able to see them.

"Your Majesty flatters me," Yue Buqun said repeatedly.

"Huh?" Zhu Houcong suddenly showed a hint of surprise.

Just moments before, the night sky had been clear, but suddenly a cloud drifted in from the side, obscuring the moon and darkening the sky in an instant.

"What a disappointment," the emperor said unhappily.

"Whoosh..."

A strange wind blew from afar, causing the surrounding tree branches to sway violently.

"Your Majesty, Daoist Master, it's windy here. Shall we go inside?" Huang Jin said hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Jiajing nodded and then stood up.

“Something’s not right,” Li Daoyi suddenly said.

Everyone stopped abruptly and looked at Li Daoyi in confusion.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Taoist Master, what did you hear?" Zhu Houcong asked in confusion.

The others listened intently upon hearing this.

"What is that sound?" Feng Qingyang suddenly asked.

"It sounds like crying..." Huang Jin added.

"It seems to have come from the Cliff of Contemplation," Yue Buqun said.

"Are you a disciple of Mount Hua?" Huang Jin asked.

“Impossible. The Cliff of Contemplation is a forbidden area. Without my permission, no Huashan disciple would dare to go up there.” Yue Buqun quickly shook his head.

Just then, another gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

"How dare you!" Li Daoyi suddenly roared.

Everyone was startled, but the chilly feeling on their bodies disappeared immediately.

At this point, Yue Buqun seemed to have thought of something, and he exchanged a glance with Ning Zhongze. The Huashan disciples around them recalled the ghostly events that had happened in the town before.

"Master, could it be?" Yue Buqun asked hurriedly.

“Indeed, this is a ghost appearing, right at the Cliff of Repentance.” Li Dao nodded.

"I'll go take a look." After saying that, Li Daoyi lightly leaped into the air and flew towards the back mountain.

"I'll go too, Daoist Master, wait for me," Zhu Houcong said hastily. He then looked at Huang Jin, who quickly helped the emperor up and followed after him.

Feng Qingyang quickly followed after him.

"Junior sister, you and the other disciples stay here and are not allowed to go near the back mountain." After saying that, Yue Buqun also used his lightness skill to chase after them.

"Senior brother..." Ning Zhongze only managed to call out once before the others had already disappeared.