Gao Wu: Just Became Suzerain, The Empress Invited Me Out Of The Mountain

the other side.

Zhou Yuanjun was carried by the first seat of Xuanmiao Peak to fly, looking at the scene below, there was longing in his eyes.

Although this world is a world of high martial arts, not everyone can fly. Only when martial arts has been cultivated to the seventh level of refining gods can one be able to fly in the sky, so Huajin is also called the sky-defending realm.

At the same time, he also secretly felt that the cultivation of this cheap master had probably reached the peak of god refining, and the common god refining could not easily lead people to fly.

"Master, did you find out that I am a one-of-a-kind martial arts prodigy who accepted me as an apprentice?"

"Arbitrarily chosen."

"Master, are you really the seventh level of martial arts?"

"What do you say?"

"Master, how many people are there in Xuanmiao Peak?"

"Two people."

"Master, we..."

 …

Zhou Yuanjun kept asking questions along the way, hoping to get some useful information, but this cheap master seemed to be a social fear, not very talkative.

At the same time, Zhou Yuanjun also realized the reality. He is not a one-in-a-kind martial arts prodigy. His aptitude can only be said to be average, but he was lucky enough to be selected by Liu Qiye.

"Teacher, we're here."

Liu Qiye and Zhou Yuanjun landed on a mountain peak that soared into the sky, surrounded by five other peaks, presumably they were the dojos of the other five veins of Wu Shizong.

"From today onwards, you are the chief disciple of my Xuanmiao Peak. Later, I will teach you the common sense of cultivation and our Xuanmiao Peak's exercises. You should practice diligently and never slack off."

"Yes, Master!"

Zhou Yuanjun replied respectfully.

"Master, do we Xuanmiaofeng need to participate in the sect's competition or go out to perform tasks?" Zhou Yuanjun asked tentatively.

"No need, you are born in Xuanmiao Peak and cultivated."

"Yes, Master."

Zhou Yuanjun heaved a sigh of relief, his current cultivation base is low, and there is no one to use in Xuanmiao Peak, if he goes out to carry out missions, he will probably die.

Afterwards, Liu Qiye taught him some cultivation knowledge, then gave him this exercise, saying it was Xuanmiao Peak's major exercise, and then disappeared without a trace.

Although this master is very unreliable, Zhou Yuanjun thinks it is good, at least Wu Shizong is much safer than Qingfeng City.

As long as he practiced silently on Xuanmiao Peak and kept on clinging on, his life would not be in danger.

Zhou Yuanjun knew that he was not some kind of genius, but just a random disciple Liu Qiye accepted after completing the task of accepting apprentices, so he had no illusions that Liu Qiye would treat him wholeheartedly, as long as he was given enough cultivation resources.

Then Zhou Yuanjun chose an attic on the mountain, cleaned it, and it will be his residence from now on.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Zhou Yuanjun was slightly lost in thought, he was finally safe now, at this moment, a mechanical sound sounded in Zhou Yuanjun's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Divine Grade sign-in system."

"May I ask if the host is here to sign in?"

Zhou Yuanjun's face showed joy, his golden finger finally arrived. Sure enough, the system may be late, but it will not be absent.

"Sign in."

Zhou Yuanjun said without hesitation.

With the sign-in system, he has strengthened his clinging thoughts. As long as he keeps signing in, he can become stronger, so why should he go down the mountain to compete for resources?

As an ashes-level reader who has read hundreds of thousands of novels, Zhou Yuanjun is well versed in the routines of the martial arts fantasy world.

If you hit the young ones, you will come to the big ones, if you hit the big ones, you will get the old ones, if you hit the old ones, you will still have the old ones in the coffin. There is no end in sight for fighting monsters and upgrading, and once he misses, he will be left cold.

For the sake of his own life, staying alive is the kingly way, not to mention that he can become stronger by holding on.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in at Xuanmiao Peak, reward I Ching Xisui Pill*1."

Zhou Yuanjun's eyes lit up.

Good stuff!

He read the introduction of the system, and after taking this I Ching Xisui Pill, it can cleanse the essence and cut the marrow, open the meridian and expand the veins, improve the aptitude and understanding, and cast the supreme foundation, which happens to be what he lacks.

So Zhou Yuanjun took the I Ching Xisui Pill out of the system space, it was only the size of a broad bean, the whole body was white, and it exuded a strong fragrance of the pill.

Then Zhou Yuanjun came to the practice room in the attic, took the I Ching Xisui Pill, and practiced family martial arts.

 …

Half an hour later, Zhou Yuanjun opened his eyes, feeling ethereal all over his body. After refining the I Ching Xisui Pill, his aptitude and comprehension were greatly improved, more than a hundred times stronger than before.

"Huh~"

Zhou Yuanjun let out a breath of turbid air lightly, and then practiced his family's martial arts, breaking through from the fourth level of body training to the fifth level of body training with ease.

"It's a great feeling."

It was only then that he noticed that his body was very smelly, and the stench was suffocating. It was obvious that the dirt and impurities in the body were expelled during the washing of the essence and marrow.

He hurried to the bathing place, washed off the smell and dirt all over his body, and became radiant and full of energy.

In the following time, Zhou Yuanjun took out the exercises passed down by his master Liu Qiye, looked through them roughly, but did not practice them.

Judging from his current aptitude and comprehension, this exercise is probably not some magical technique, but just the basic exercise of Wu Shizong, and he can only get the follow-up exercises after he has reached the realm.

So Zhou Yuanjun is not in a hurry to practice, he wants to wait and see if he can get some powerful magical skills from the system, so that he can avoid changing the exercises many times.

In this way, the first day of Zhou Yuanjun's entry into Wushizong passed.

PS: It’s the first time for a newcomer to write martial arts, and he’s feeling uneasy, begging for flowers, evaluation tickets, rewards, monthly tickets, and all support.