My master is the most beautiful among the three in the world!
The phantom sword came with great force, and in a flash, it was in front of Fu You and the other man.
Wen Zhao had never expected to encounter such a grand "welcome gift" and was a little stunned. Then, seeing the sword energy about to touch his master's skin, the stunned look in his eyes turned to ferocity.
He was about to strike, using his tentacles to block those ungrateful phantom swords. Just as he was about to summon his strength, he saw Fu You in front of him slightly raise his head.
The frosty-haired swordsman didn't even move his sleeves, standing calmly in front of the mountain gate. However, the lightning-fast sword energy suddenly dissipated!
Sparkling spots of light floated around Fu You, making his temperament more beautiful than snow. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and a stunning red dot on his forehead made him look even less like an ordinary person.
Wen Zhao, a newcomer to the cultivation world, barely reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, had no idea how his master had acted. The young man stared at the scene, stunned, his mind filled with only one thought: "My master is the most beautiful in the world!"
The most beautiful Snow Moon Sword Master in the world looked down expressionlessly, raised her hand, and gave the goose-like disciple a slap on the face: "Stupid. Don't use tentacles, use spiritual power."
Inside the mountain gate, a group of outer disciples who had started at the Golden Core stage also did not see clearly how Fu You blocked the sword formation.
Just as they were about to condense their magical swords, one of them, with sharp eyes, saw Fu You's features clearly and shouted, "Stop! It's Master Fu You!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
"What?! Master Fuyou actually returned to the sect?"
"Really! Many years ago, I had the good fortune to see Master Fu You in person. With his frosted hair, the cinnabar on his forehead, and the blindfold... there was no way I could have mistaken him!"
"Master Uncle hasn't appeared in the world for at least ten years. How could he suddenly show up in the sect? Could he be a monster in disguise?"
A group of young people gathered at the mountain gate and chattered. Fu You listened and felt that after all these years, the disciples of Haoyue Sect were still quite approachable, which was great.
He raised his eyes, a plain sash fluttering across his face, and he flicked his hand through the air. Everyone felt the air around them suddenly freeze, as if they had gone from early spring back to deep winter.
A translucent spiritual sword appeared out of thin air in Fu You's slender palm.
A knowledgeable disciple exclaimed, "Xue Yebing!"
——The spiritual sword "Xue Ye Bing" that flattened the three cities outside the realm and slaughtered thousands of monsters with one sword!
The owner of this sword is naturally the strongest person in the cultivation world today, the only one who has reached the great perfection of the Divine Transformation - Snow Moon Sword Master Yue Fuyou.
The disciples gasped and quickly put away their sword formations. They stood in front of Fu You and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to Uncle Master Fu You!"
At the same time, a surge of excitement welled up in my heart.
This is Yue Fuyou! What frivolous young man who just entered the Immortal Mountain has not fantasized about one day becoming a disciple of Xueyue Sword Master, standing shoulder to shoulder with him at the pinnacle of the highest realm?
Could it be that the young man in black clothes following behind my uncle is his disciple?
Judging from the spiritual energy around him, he's just a kid who's just established his foundation, but he looks quite old. A teenager who's only in his teens, just an average-looking person, how could the uncle-master accept such a mediocre guy as his apprentice?!
For a moment, many disciples felt a surge of indignation. Secretly envious glances fell on Wen Zhao's back, like piercing needles.
He seemed unaware and continued to follow Fu You, his mind and eyes filled with only his master.
Fu You stood still, silently scanning the spiritual energy field and several similar-looking mountains in front of him for a while.
He suddenly turned his head and said to the disciple closest to him, "Thank you."
The disciple blinked in disbelief, then his face flushed with excitement, "Master, Master, Uncle...what are your instructions?!"
Fu You's voice was clear and cold: "Excuse me, which way should I go to Kunwu Peak?"
Disciple: “Hmm…Hmm?!!”
disciple:?
The disciple pointed confusedly at the most majestic mountain right in front of him.
Fu You thanked his disciple very politely, and then led Wen Zhao to Kunwu Peak.
The disciples who were left standing there looked bewildered.
Disciple: ...Master, there must be a deeper meaning behind this action, right?
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In the Haoyue Sect, the sea of clouds is clear and the peaks are shaded by dense green trees.
The main peak, Kunwu, is under the control of the sect master. In the morning, spiritual paper cranes from various peaks poured into the sect master's hall like snowflakes. They were sorted and organized by the main peak disciples, waiting for the sect master to review and process them.
A man in a blue crane cloak sat in the hall, with a warm jade crown on his head and his hair meticulously tucked into the crown. His handsome face was exposed, and there was a smile on his lips that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
A disciple brought a box filled with spiritual paper cranes to the man and said respectfully, "Master, we have received a message from the outer sect today. Please review it."
Wen Xuanying randomly pulled one out of the box, hooked his fingertips around the triangular restriction on the crane's beak, and ripped it apart. Waves of spirited shouting and cursing instantly resounded throughout the main hall!
The disciple holding the box was shocked.
"Wen Xuanying, I'm Zhuo Lingguang! Listen, the situation here in Biluo Tianfu is not good. I don't know which city outside the realm these bastards came from, but they have swallowed up two cities in a row. Their methods are extremely vicious and unheard of... Damn it, I'm taking the people from Shenxiao Temple to explore the way first. Are you from Haoyue Sect not sending anyone here? Tell me quickly!"
The disciple was surprised: "Master, this belongs to the master of Lingguang Temple..."
Wen Xuanying slowly folded up the Linghe that was about to yell at him a second time, his expression unchanged, still very gentle, courteous and modest.
He sighed, "Master Lingguang is as eloquent and good at scolding as ever. We in the Haoyue Sect don't practice this."
"So, what does the Sect Master mean?" The disciple blinked in confusion.
"Notify your Senior Brother Wen Lin and have him organize a team to go to Biluo Tianfu to investigate." Wen Xuanying smiled calmly and said gently, "If we see any monsters, kill them all, regardless of whether they have blood-forming pills in their stomachs."
This murderous sentence startled the disciple. He quickly lowered his eyes and replied respectfully, "Yes, Sect Master."
After thinking for a while, he spoke with some embarrassment: "Master, a few days ago, Senior Uncle Shuyu took his disciples to Fanghu Island and has not returned yet. We also have some people in the sect..."
The disciple was hesitating about how to tactfully inform the sect leader of his predicament when the door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside without any warning.
The disciple turned around in surprise, his face darkened, ready to angrily scold the newcomer who didn't know the rules.
However, the moment he turned around, he stood still as if he had been cast under a spell.
The box in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack". The paper cranes rubbed against each other and bumped into each other, making a piercing sound.
Outside the palace gate, there stood a man, facing the light, his whole body coated with the warm color of spring, but every part of his body was as cold as frost and snow.
As he walked calmly, the beautiful figure outlined by the light rose into the hall like a bright moon.
"Am I dazzled?" The scene was so pleasing to the eyes that the gentle smile on Wen Xuanying's lips gradually faded.
He looked at the cold swordsman at the door with an expressionless face and said softly:
"Junior Brother Yue, I see you still remember which direction the gate of my Kunwu Peak faces."
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