Mortal Cultivation: Immortality begins with the Spirit Gathering Array!

After flying for about a cup of tea, the Wendao Peak appeared in sight.

Wendao Peak is located in the south of Guiyuan Sect. This sacred mountain is about 800 feet high. It is not high among the many sacred mountains in Guiyuan Sect, but it is a place that many inner disciples often visit.

This place is specially set up for inner disciples. There are foundation-building monks preaching every month. The knowledge imparted is much more profound than that of the outer disciples who only have foundation-building monks preaching every three months.

If Su Ming had not joined the Fulu Hall, he would not have been qualified to enter Wendao Peak.

But it is precisely because the various treatments enjoyed by inner disciples are far superior to those of outer disciples that many outer disciples who are unwilling to be mediocre have been motivated to practice hard and vow to be promoted to the inner sect!

After checking the Fulu Hall disciple token, Su Ming successfully climbed Wendao Peak.

The preaching place is located on the top of the towering cliff of Wendao Peak. A grand square has been carefully opened up between the cliffs, with a length and width of about 100 feet.

On the square, there were densely packed cushions for the disciples to sit and listen. In the depths of the square, on a cliff seven or eight feet high, a small platform was cleverly built. This was the place where the uncles in the foundation-building period preached.

When Su Ming arrived here, it was close to the time of Chen.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the sun was shining in the sky, illuminating everything.

Su Ming set out not late, but after all, he was delayed for a while at Jiang Caiyun's place. When he stepped onto the huge square, the platform near the preaching platform was already crowded with people, all of whom were inner disciples in white clothes.

Su Ming, who was wearing outer gray clothes, attracted the attention of some inner disciples, but they only glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

Although it was generally the inner disciples who came to listen to the preaching at the Daodao Peak, there were also outer disciples, but there were fewer of them.

There were both male and female cultivators on the square, and familiar fellow disciples would greet each other in a low voice or nod to indicate when they met.

However, a closer look revealed that the many disciples were naturally divided into several groups. The other courtyard sects gathered together, while the family sects were opposite the other courtyard sects.

As for the master-disciple sect with the smallest number of people, they were scattered among the many disciples. The cultivators who could be directly accepted as disciples by the foundation-building or golden elixir cultivators were not bad in qualifications, and generally entered the inner sect directly. Because of the small number of people, they did not form a group.

Su Ming was a cultivator from the other courtyard sect, but he was just a marginalized little character. Most of the disciples in the Dao Peak were inner sect disciples, and he had no familiar fellow disciples at all.

Su Ming casually found a position near a small platform on the edge of the other courtyard sect, and then he sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for the arrival of the foundation-building uncle.

As time passed, more and more cultivators came to the square, and finally there were nearly a thousand people.

In addition to those cultivators who were in seclusion or on missions and going out for training, and some cultivators who were too old and hopeless on the path, a thousand people were not too many or too few.

Guiyuan Sect is a large Yuanying Sect with strict rules. A thousand monks sat cross-legged in the square, but it was not noisy. Occasionally, they only greeted each other in a low voice, and did not dare to make loud noises.

Wendao Peak is a place for preaching, and loud noises are strictly prohibited.

If any disciple violates the rules, he will be immediately captured by the law enforcement monks. Not only will he be severely punished by the sect, but he will not be able to step into Wendao Peak in the future!

When almost everyone arrived, Su Ming suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes and looked sideways at the horizon. In addition to him, most of the inner disciples did the same.

In the sight of many disciples, a golden sword energy with a rainbow-like momentum crossed the sky and appeared on the cliff platform in a few flashes.

Only then did Su Ming see the full picture of the sword light. This golden flying sword exuded a sharp and murderous aura, and a lifelike Suanni was engraved on the sword. The golden flying sword quickly shrank, and a fierce figure appeared in everyone's sight.

This is a heroic woman, wearing a green robe, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a flawless jade face. A white ribbon behind her casually tied her long black hair.

"Fairy Yuechan!"

"This flying sword should be a top-grade spiritual weapon, right?!"

"What good luck, it is Fairy Yuechan who is here to preach this time!"

Su Ming heard a series of low shouts from time to time, and many disciples recognized the identity of the person.

The female cultivator in front of him was the "Fairy Yuechan" Fang Yuechan that Su Ming often heard among his fellow disciples! She is also the aunt of Senior Sister He Ru, a cultivator with golden spiritual roots!

Su Ming was also amazed by her for a moment, but that was all. Having lived two lives, he was full of thoughts about longevity, and no matter how amazing the woman was, it had nothing to do with him.

"I didn't expect that it was Uncle Fang who was preaching this time. It was really worth the trip. The next time we meet, Uncle Fang might be a Jindan Zhenren!"

"Jindan sword cultivator, just thinking about it makes people excited!" Many cultivators around him murmured unconsciously.

Su Ming heard this and thought it was normal. "Fairy Yuechan" was very famous in Guiyuan Sect. Not only was she a future Jindan Zhenren, but her appearance was also one in a million, and her admirers were countless.

If they had known that she was the one giving the sermon today, the number of cultivators in the square would probably have doubled. You know, many disciples only heard of Fairy Yuechan's name, and not many disciples could see her in person.

Fang Yuechan's face was calm, and her starry eyes swept the square below the stage. The spiritual pressure of the late foundation building period instantly enveloped the entire square.

In an instant, all the whispering disciples instantly shut their mouths under the terrifying spiritual pressure.

The powerful spiritual pressure of the late foundation building period made Su Ming's eyes darken and he was a little breathless. If it weren't for his consciousness that had reached the level of the late Qi Refining period, he would have made a fool of himself on the spot.

The square was silent for a moment. Su Ming was secretly glad that he was late. The closer the cultivators were to the platform, the greater the spiritual pressure they received. Some of the inner disciples had even shown their "ugly appearance". The cultivators sitting at the edge, like Su Ming, were much less affected.

"Hmph!"

After a cold snort, the strong spiritual pressure disappeared without a trace. Uncle Fang took out the cushion from the storage bag and sat on the platform.

After the spiritual pressure disappeared, Su Ming felt relieved and smiled bitterly.

He was in trouble. The name of "Fairy Yuechan" made some inner disciples forget one thing for a while. The person on the platform was not only a beautiful fairy, but also a future Jindan Zhenren, a powerful late-stage foundation-building cultivator.

The hierarchy of the immortal cultivation world is strict. Foundation-building cultivators are not something that a group of Qi-refining cultivators can discuss at will.

This is also because Uncle Fang only gave a slight punishment in the sect. If it were outside the sect, if a Qi-refining cultivator dared to comment on a foundation-building cultivator, it would be normal for him to be killed on the spot.

When Su Ming took a breath, Uncle Fang began to preach. The murderous aura of the sword cultivator in his voice seemed to be able to pierce directly into everyone's heart. With the blessing of mana, all the disciples in the square could hear it clearly.

Uncle Fang did not explain the knowledge of cultivation techniques and spells, but the fighting techniques that few foundation-building uncles would explain. From the shallow to the deep, from easy to difficult, he carefully told the disciples how to gain the upper hand in the fighting process and how to quickly kill the enemy.

Su Ming was fascinated by what he heard. He had practiced for 23 years and had only fought a life-and-death battle once. Uncle Fang's explanation of fighting techniques really made him gain a lot.

He even took out a booklet, regardless of the surprised eyes of others, and recorded the unclear points of Uncle Fang's explanation one by one, waiting to slowly ponder in the future.

In the cold voice of Uncle Fang, an hour passed in a flash.

The sermon on the platform also came to an abrupt end. Usually, after the sermon at Wendao Peak, if the uncle in the foundation-building stage was in a good mood, he would answer some questions from the disciples.

However, Uncle Fang obviously did not have this idea. After the sermon, the golden flying sword engraved with Suan Ni flew out of the storage bag, and the whole person turned into a golden sword light and disappeared into the sky, neat and tidy.

After Fairy Yuechan left, Su Ming did not leave immediately. He was still thinking about the fighting skills and key points explained by the other party. There were many disciples like him.

"This sermon was really fruitful!"

After about a cup of tea, Su Ming sighed, stood up and took out the Qingye magic weapon, and flew in another direction of the sect.

After seeing many inner sect brothers at Wendao Peak, Su Ming suddenly thought that he was not without familiar inner sect brothers, and the matter of the realm-breaking pill might have another turn.

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