Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

The Immortal Demon Gate, or what was formerly known as the Ghost Dao Sect, was, besides the Immortal Feather Sect, the place Chen Tian was most familiar with.

If Chen Tian embarked on the path of cultivation at the Immortal Feather Sect, then it was at the Ghost Dao Sect that he truly grasped the mysteries of cultivation.

It was just that, due to the great changes that occurred on the Qian Yuan Continent afterward, the original Ghost Dao Sect, like the Immortal Feather Sect, was also destroyed.

However, Chen Tian was extremely nostalgic for this place. Thus, by chance, he joined forces with the Demon Heaven Old Ancestor and Han Wuming to establish a sect here, renaming the original Ghost Dao Sect to the Immortal Demon Gate. And Chen Tian became the nominal sect master of this Immortal Demon Gate.

The reason it was said to be nominal was because Chen Tian was away all year round and never concerned himself with the affairs of the Immortal Demon Gate. All matters, large and small, were actually handled by the Demon Heaven Old Ancestor and Han Wuming, while he was just hanging on to the title of 'Sect Master'.

It could be said that Chen Tian at this time was equivalent to a hands-off shopkeeper.

'I wonder what kind of state Han Wuming and the others have developed the Immortal Demon Gate into. I am truly curious.'

Looking at the Immortal Demon Gate's mountain gate getting closer and closer, a hint of curiosity couldn't help but emerge in Chen Tian's heart.

Back then, when he entrusted the Immortal Demon Gate to Han Wuming and the Demon Heaven Old Ancestor, he had instructed them to develop and strengthen the Immortal Demon Gate. He just didn't know if they had actually done things according to Chen Tian's requirements.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Chen Tian's speed increased again, rushing forward like a bolt of lightning.

Seeing this old man, a trace of curiosity flashed across Chen Tian's face, and then he released his spiritual sense to scan his body.

However, the result of the scan was beyond Chen Tian's expectations, because there was not a trace of spiritual power fluctuation on the old man's body. He was actually a mortal.

You must know that there had never been any mortals appearing on Ghost Weep Mountain before.

Chen Tian was puzzled, so he greeted him with a smile, stopped the old man, and asked in a casual manner, "Old man, are you just coming down from Ghost Weep Mountain?"

"Eh, young master, you're not a local, are you?"

However, after hearing these words, the old man looked at Chen Tian in surprise, constantly sizing him up.

Chen Tian's heart skipped a beat, but the smile on his face remained unchanged as he continued amiably, "Old man, how did you know that I'm not a local?"

"Hehe, it's very simple." The old man revealed a sly look, pointing to the high mountain behind him and saying, "We locals all know that as early as fifty years ago, this mountain was no longer called Ghost Weep Mountain, but was renamed Phoenix Weep Mountain. Only outsiders, because they don't understand, keep calling it Ghost Weep Mountain, Ghost Weep Mountain."

"Hmm? Phoenix Weep Mountain?"

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Tian's expression changed slightly, and then he looked at the mountain peak thoughtfully.

Although there was only a difference of one word, the artistic conception of Ghost Weep Mountain and Phoenix Weep Mountain was vastly different.

Ghost Weep Mountain gave people a sense of ghosts crying and wolves howling, inevitably making people feel fear.

However, Phoenix Weep Mountain changed this sense of gloom and added a bit of purity and immortal energy.

However, within it, Chen Tian vaguely sensed a trace of sorrow, as if someone was using this name to express something.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Chen Tian asked the old man again, "Old man, can you tell me, who changed the name of this mountain?"

Hearing these words, the old man frowned and sized Chen Tian up and down.

At this time, Chen Tian was wearing a white robe, and because he had broken through to the凝海境 (Ning Hai Realm), his temperament had become more refined and elegant, so the old man felt that he was like a scholar who had come here to play during his journey to take the imperial examination.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but put down his guard and explained to Chen Tian with a smile, "Young master, you don't know, but the one who changed the name of this mountain was a fairy, her surname is Qin, and we locals usually call her Fairy Qin."

"Fairy Qin? Surname Qin?"

Hearing the old man say this, Chen Tian's expression changed slightly. He immediately thought that this Fairy Qin was probably Qin Yi!

And the old man, as if he hadn't noticed the change in Chen Tian's expression, continued to speak on his own: "Young master, you don't know, but in the past, all the people living on this mountain were man-eating monsters. There was no way, we had to move our families and go to other places to make a living.

However, decades ago, a Fairy Qin suddenly descended from the sky. She led heavenly soldiers and generals and killed all the demons and monsters, and renamed this mountain Phoenix Weep Mountain.

Not only that, but she also taught us how to plant ginseng and ganoderma, and even divided the fields in the mountains among us, allowing us to plant all kinds of spiritual herbs.

And after the harvest, people from the mountain would come down and buy these spiritual herbs at high prices. So, in the past few decades, thanks to Fairy Qin, our lives have been getting better and better. She is really a savior sent by God to save us."

Obviously, this old man was very worshipful of Qin Yi, with full of respect in his words.

"So that's how it is."

After listening to this account, Chen Tian nodded slightly.

After chatting for a while, the old man carried his hoe again, humming a ditty, and walked down the mountain.

And Chen Tian, after pondering in place for a while, his figure suddenly disappeared.

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At this time, in front of the Immortal Demon Gate's mountain gate, two disciples in the seventh layer of the Qi Activation stage were holding long swords, vigilantly guarding their surroundings.

Unlike the slackness of the Ghost Dao Sect's mountain-guarding disciples in the past, these two Immortal Demon Gate disciples were now conscientious and responsible. Their spiritual senses were always open, and once they discovered any disturbance, they would immediately come up to investigate.

This positive appearance was something that the Ghost Dao Sect disciples had never had before.

And today, they were guarding the mountain gate as vigilantly as usual.

Just then, a young man wearing a white robe and a faint smile on his lips suddenly walked straight over from afar.

When the two saw him, their expressions suddenly changed, and they hurriedly rushed over to stop him, "Who goes there?"