In a certain place in the Central Plains, there is a mountain peak that ordinary people cannot see.
To be precise, not only ordinary people, but even ordinary cultivators cannot see this mountain peak.
This mountain is neither high nor steep, and there are no special sights or wonders on it. In terms of scenery, it is no different from countless other small mountains in the world.
However, although this mountain is unremarkable, it floats in the air...
At the top of this floating mountain, there is a stone table and three stone stools beside it.
Three people were sitting on the stone bench.
What kind of people are sitting here?
I don't know.
Because these three people seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of mist, obscuring their entire bodies, making it impossible to see their faces or figures; all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white.
If you shuffle them in any order, it's almost impossible to tell who they are.
All that is known is that the three people were holding three different things.
"Why did you stop?"
A man holding a purple gourd asked.
"I just deduced that little secret realm and found that there are things inside that I cannot deduce."
The man, holding a nine-story pagoda in one hand, replied.
Upon hearing the two speak, the remaining person holding the scroll also spoke up: "Can't deduce it? What do you mean? Is there someone or something in that place within our calculation range?"
"I don't know, I'm not sure, but when we do simulations, we see a small wisp of mist floating there."
The person holding the nine-story pagoda counted on their fingers and then shook their head.
The person holding the scroll leaned forward slightly and lowered their voice, saying, "Didn't we receive news a few days ago that the person from Pengshan Sect has appeared?"
"You mean he's where?"
The person who accepted the purple gourd became nervous, and his grip on the gourd tightened.
Upon hearing this, all three fell silent.
After a long while, the person holding the nine-story pagoda spoke first: "It's all related to him...that's why it was canceled."
"This is really annoying, I'm leaving now."
The person holding the purple-gold gourd vanished from the mountain peak in a flash, leaving behind only an empty stone bench.
Seeing that someone had left, the person holding the scroll bowed slightly and said, "Since that's the case, I'll be going too. We'll discuss the Pengshan Gate matter in detail later; this can't be rushed."
After he finished speaking, the man's figure began to blur, and soon he disappeared from the mountain peak.
...
Wu Er returned to the secret realm through the temporary passage he had opened, intending to teach the disciples of other sects a small lesson.
Although Wu Er could sense that other sect leaders were involved, as long as the other side's experts didn't directly take action, it could only be considered the disciples' own actions.
A verbal apology at most is enough to make the matter completely over.
An apology can completely negate such a terrible thing, which seems very unfair to the disciples of Pengshan Sect.
Although we can't use the name of Wu Er, the head of Pengshan Sect, to teach them a lesson, we can use the identity of Long Aotian, an unknown disciple of Pengshan, to give them a proper education.
Not killing people, not crippling them, just making a few people withdrawn, that shouldn't be too much, right?
Right? How can this be considered excessive?
This is just a dispute between ordinary disciples; an apology from the higher-ups of Pengshan Sect will suffice.
Wu Er returned to the secret realm by chance; as soon as he stepped into the realm, he saw people fighting ahead.
Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao were fighting with another group of people. The group was dressed in all sorts of different clothes, representing many different sects.
Not only the other four major sects, but also many miscellaneous minor sects joined in, uniting to target Pengshan Sect.
This group of people numbered at least five or six hundred, and they were now attacking the two men without any regard for their reputation.
This behavior is completely inconsistent with the justice they often talk about.
"Hmph, you've bullied my sect's disciples, you'll pay!"
Wu Er gritted his teeth, putting on a vengeful look, just like an ordinary citizen on the street.
It completely lacks the aura of a high and mighty sect leader, or rather, it could never have the aura of a sect leader.
"There are quite a few of them. If I fight them with the cultivation level of an ordinary disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage, it will take a long time and it won't be enjoyable at all. But I can't reveal my cultivation level either, lest they find fault with me."
Wu Er thought for a moment, muttered a few words to himself, and came up with a way to teach these disciples a lesson without revealing his identity.
Although we can't reveal our cultivation level, we can use magic weapons!
Just like Dong Liang, if your cultivation level isn't high enough, you can make up for it with magic weapons.
If we just take out a hundred or a thousand magical treasures and activate them with spirit stones, wouldn't we be able to easily crush these people?
So, Wu Er made another light slash in the air, causing the world to tremble once more. This time, he opened a temporary passage, but this passage led to his scrap warehouse.
That's right, it's a scrap warehouse...
Wu Er often piled up his unused magic treasures here, including mountains of mid-grade magic treasures, heaps of high-grade magic treasures, and a few top-grade magic treasures that he considered rather useless.
Even if all the assets of several medium-sized sects were piled up together, they wouldn't be as valuable as what's in this junkyard.
Wu Er waved his hand and changed the vertical passage to a horizontal one.
Then a large number of magical treasures shining with various lights were poured out, and in no time, the ground was covered.
Then, he lavishly pulled out a lot of spirit stones to activate these magical treasures.
"All done, now it's time to bully people."
A wicked smile appeared on Wu Er's face. He then closed his eyes and began to control these magical artifacts to fly towards the people who had contributed to Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao's cause.
Meanwhile, the group on the other side was still engaged in a fierce battle with Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao, completely unaware of the approaching pile of magical artifacts.
"There are too many people, we can't fight them all. Where did Long Aotian go? If he were here, it would be easier."
Han Qingxiu held the sword, panting heavily; she was utterly exhausted.
Not long ago, I fought with Dong Liang, which depleted most of my spiritual energy. Now, fighting these people again, I'm really struggling to keep up.
Although she was locked in a fierce battle and the chances of winning were slim, Han Qingxiu did not lose her fighting spirit; instead, a surge of power ignited within her.
"Ping pong~"
Han Qingxiu blocked a few more attacks, then turned her head slightly to Xiong Ao beside her and asked, "How are you doing? Can you still hold on?"
The question was asked, but no reply was received from Xiong Ao.
Why aren't you saying anything? Are you too tired to speak?
Han Qingxiu wondered why Xiong Ao wasn't speaking, so she glanced at him.
They found Xiong Ao standing still, looking up at a certain direction.
At the same time, she was surprised to find that the enemies around her had all stopped fighting and, like Xiong Ao, were looking to the side with shock on their faces.
Looking at the expressions of these people, Han Qingxiu seemed to sense something, so she slowly turned her head and looked in the same direction as them.
Then Han Qingxiu's eyes widened.
Because she saw magical treasures, an overwhelming array of magical treasures...
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