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The True Martial Sect, founded by Ancestor Sanfeng, has grown into a huge, famous power after more than six hundred years of development.

Ever since the Shenxiao Sect was wiped out two hundred years ago, only Dragon Tiger Mountain, Chunyang Sect, and the secluded Baiyun Temple, which never shows itself to the world, can be compared with it. The rest are simply secondary.

One day, a young Taoist priest, leading a young Taoist boy in his teens, climbed Taihe Mountain.

The Taoist priest had a slim figure, wearing a brown robe, with a seemingly ordinary long sword hanging at his waist, leading the way. The Taoist boy following behind was rather sturdy, carrying a long wooden box on his back, the contents of which were unknown.

Walking and chatting, they leisurely ascended Taihe Mountain.

The young Taoist had a light smile on his face, and after hauling the little Taoist boy up the steep mountain, he led him directly towards the gate of the True Martial Sect.

“These two are probably from out of town, ignorant of the rules of the True Martial Sect, right?” A voice chuckled from the crowd.

Taihe Mountain’s True Martial Sect, a prominent power in Great Ming, a Taoist Holy Land, and a major Martial Arts school, has an endless stream of visitors every day seeking to apprentice and learn from them.

However, most of these people can only linger around Taihe Mountain, forever barred from the gate of the True Martial Sect. Numerous dedicated individuals wait outside the mountain gate, hoping for a chance to join.

Seeing the duo’s demeanor, the waiting crowd assumed they were also here to study and mollify their own discontent.

“Heh, we don’t need to concern ourselves with them. They’ll Imow once they get rebuffed,” someone muttered.

Some looked on coldly; others ignored it altogether.

“Sirs, please halt, ” two young Taoist priests blocked Pei Xuanjing’s path.

“See, they were indeed stopped!” Some people gloated over their seeming misfortune, apparently delighted to see others share the same fate.

“Oh, we can’t go up?” Pei Xuanjing raised an eyebrow without saying anything, and Pang Hong stepped forward to ask.

One of the two young Taoist priests addressed Pei Xuanjing and his disciple, “Might I ask what you gentlemen aim to do?” Pei Xuanjing responded with a smile, “Visiting a friend.”

“Do you have an invitation?”

“Here it is!” Pang Hong took out the invitation from his chest and handed it to one of them.

“Ah, it turns out to be Taoist Priest Danling Zi, we apologize for our rudeness.” The two men bowed, handed back the invitation to Pang Hong, and then stepped aside, “Please, sirs.”

Pei Xuanjing nodded, continuing his journey up the mountain.

Pang Hong followed closely behind.

Seeing Pei Xuanjing easily enter, those who were prepared to mock them just now were all struck dumb, their faces filled with a strange expression.

“They just went in, just like that?” “Who is this person anyway!”

“I have no idea!”

Pei Xuanjing merely smiled softly at the sound of the chatter behind him, and continued his climb.

Currently, his true identity was not convenient for him to go about the martial arts world, let alone personally visiting a place like Taihe Mountain that would draw everyone’s attention.

So Pei Xuanjing borrowed another title, and his current identity was that of Danling Zi.

After about a stick of incense’s worth of time, they reached the summit of Tianzhu Peak.

“You’ve finally arrived. My senior brother and I have been eagerly awaiting for you,” Qingyang Zi walked forward quickly upon seeing Pei Xuanjing and his disciple.

“Nice to see you, elder,” Pei Xuanjing nodded and smiled at him, “I trust you’ve been well?” “I’ve managed to avoid a disaster thanks to your arrival,” Qingyang Zi waved.

He discerned that Pei Xuanjing’s greetings concerned the attack on the Martial Academy.

However, due to a fortuitous coincidence, he evaded the predicament as he had returned to the True Martial Sect to discuss matters related to Pei Xuanjing with his own senior brother.

“Greetings to the Academy Head,” Pang Hong greeted.

“Good, good,” Qingyang Zi nodded at Pang Hong in praise, and then anxiously proceeded forward with Pei Xuanjing, “My senior brother has been waiting for you for a while.”

The two ascended the steps and arrived at the Golden Summit Hall, where they were met by an unimpressive Taoist standing there smiling.

“Come, let me introduce you, this is my senior brother, Sect Leader Qingxu Zi of our True Martial Sect.” He pointed at the unimpressive Taoist.

Next, he tugged Pei Xuanjing a step forward and said, “Senior Brother, this is the one I’ve been telling you about, the currently most famous person in the world, Pei Xuanjing.”

“Greetings to the Sect Leader.”

Pei Xuanjing adjusted his Taoist robe, took a step forward with his hands cupped as if in a tiger’S mouth, the left hand above the right forming the Yin and Yang diagram and bowed slightly.

This was the formal Taoist greeting, indicating his respect for this elder.

“Greetings, Taoist Friend.”

Seeing Pei Xuanjing’s solemnity, Qingxu Zi also equally reciprocated the formal greeting.

Next, they entered the Golden Summit Hall, first paid their respects to the Zhenwu Emperor, and then took their seats in the back hall.

Qingxu Zi solemnly handed a Golden Book and Jade Scroll to Pei Xuanjing, “This is the ‘Shenxiao Jade Book’ that the Shenxiao Sect originally left with our True Martial Sect, today I, an old Taoist, can finally return it to its proper owner.”

To be honest, even though he knew the True Martial Sect would certainly give the Shenxiao Jade Book to him.

But Pei Xuanjing had not expected them to be so decisive and direct, without any delay, and to hand it over to him as soon as he sat down at their first meeting.

This alone further deepened Pei Xuanjing’s impression of the True Martial Sect and increased his respect for the Sect Leader.

“I shall accept it with gratitude,” Pei Xuanjing stood up, and solemnly took it with both hands.

“[Shenxiao Jade Book, refining it can gain 75,000 Taoyun Points.]”

The moment he took the Shenxiao Jade Book, a prompt appeared in Pei Xuanjing?s mind, undoubtedly verifying the authenticity of this Shenxiao Jade Book.

However, this was clearly not the time to research the refining of this Shenxiao Jade Book, he simply put the Shenxiao Jade Book away, then heard Qingxu Zi speak again, “Why so formal, this originally belongs to the Shenxiao Sect, it should be yours.”

Seeing the two still deliberating, Qingyang Zi chuckled and changed the subject, “Tell me, what kind of freak are you, in such a short span of time, you’ve already ascended to first-grade.”

As he said this, Qingyang Zi’S tone was inevitably a bit sour, he had been in the second-class martial artist realm for over ten years, and his advancement seemed still indefinitely away.

In contrast, Pei Xuanjing, this freak, in just a few short years, has reached a realm that many people may not achieve in their entire lives, truly making one sigh.

“Just a fluke,” Pei Xuanjing said modestly, he could not possibly reveal that he was a cheat code.

“Hehe,” Qingyang Zi chuckled, clearly not believing it.

Qingxu Zi shook his head at his junior brother and then asked, “Since you’re here, I assume you have agreed to join us.”

Pei Xuanjing nodded and did not deny it, “Indeed, since I have ascended to first-grade, if I want to pursue above this level, I naturally cannot miss this opportunity.”

Qingxu Zi nodded slightly, obviously approving of Pei Xuanjing’s reason, after all, at their realm, worldly power does not amount to much, anything they desire is within easy reach.

In contrast, finding ways to break through the first-grade realm, stepping higher, and seeking longevity, are the greatest attractions to them.

At this point, he heard Pei Xuanjing say, “I came here today, not only to agree to the Taoist Priest’s proposal but also to ask for something.”

“Oh?” Qingxu Zi asked curiously, “Whatever you need, feel free to ask.”

Pei Xuanjing said calmly, “I wish to enter your sect’s Scripture Pavilion to read your sect’s secret skills..”