Chapter 2694 - 2693: Blood Cloud Overhead

Chapter 2694: Chapter 2693: Blood Cloud Overhead

The young cultivator greeted the disciples with a smile, collected the flying device, and ascended the mountain with his retinue, full of vigor.

Down the mountain, one curious disciple asked, "Senior brother, who is this senior brother? He looks rather proud of himself?"

Someone laughed, "If you were him, you’d be proud too. He’s the brother of the current Grand Tutor, Zhongg Shizhong, known as Young Strategist Zhongg. Three generations of his family have guarded the border, making them the pillar of the Great Songg dynasty."

"So it’s Master Zhongg’s brother!"

A group of disciples all showed admiration.

Someone said, "These two brothers initially came to the Kunlun Mountains together to cultivate, both as the Sect Leader’s gate-keeping disciples. Now they are prominent in the secular world and are considered top among the Kunlun Mountains disciples."

"Tsk, tsk, when I descend, I must visit the senior brother’s mansion and see if I can find an officer position under him."

"That’s necessary. Senior brother treats everyone so kindly. Many Kunlun Mountains disciples are employed under him, now all local lords."

"Really?"

The group excitedly exclaimed, "Then we must find a chance to curry favor with senior brother!"

Everyone laughed, soon seeing two individuals walking together.

The man exuded an extraordinary aura, the woman had heroic brows and eyes, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, clothed in a flowing white skirt, reminiscent of a fairy.

The two were stopped by the disciples, who glanced them up and down, and asked, "Who are you?"

The man clasped his hands and introduced, "Respect to all senior brothers. I am Fei Long and this is my Dao companion Fengjiu. We are disciples under Elder Wang, invited back to attend Kunlun’s opening ceremony."

The disciples looked at each other puzzled and asked, "Who is Elder Wang?"

"Probably that old man Wang who sweeps the back hill?"

"Does he have disciples too?"

"Why not, he holds high seniority in the sect, my master even calls him uncle-master!"

"Really?"

"....."

A group of people discussed for a while and asked the man, "Do you have the invitation?"

"Yes, have it!"

The man took out two invitations from his robe and handed them over, identical to those Zhongg Shizhong had taken out, all with gold-edged red covers, only given to those internally in Kunlun.

The disciples returned the invitations to the man, without further questioning, but courteously said, "Elder Wang sweeps the back mountain, you should quickly go pay your respects!"

"Thanks, senior brother!"

The man nodded and bowed, entering the sect with the woman.

These two, who else could they be but Long Fei and Jiufeng.

On the way up the mountain, Jiufeng secretly pinched Long Fei and chided, "Who is your Dao companion?"

"It’s merely a borrowed name, why take it seriously!"

Long Fei grinned.

Jiufeng asked, "Who is this Elder Wang?"

Long Fei shook his head and laughed, "Just a random name, I don’t actually know him."

Jiufeng raised her brows, "You say lies without even blinking. How did you get the invitation?"

Long Fei said, "I saw Zhongg Shizhong’s invitation and made two on the spot!"

"Your neck really is long!"

Jiufeng was utterly speechless, walking shoulder to shoulder with Long Fei, as if on a travel along the mountain path.

This land is indeed the ancestral grounds of the Saint, the Daoist Blessed Land.

Spiritual Energy condenses into mist at thousands of meters in the mountains; people there feel as if soaking in a sea of Spiritual Energy.

In this place, through prolonged stay, even birds and beasts can ascend to immortality.

Jiufeng was somewhat curious, "While Kunlun disciples are widespread across the world, it seems there are none who are universally renowned. Logically, over such a long time, they should have nurtured one or two by now?"

Long Fei smiled faintly, "There’s nothing strange about it. Once a sect’s power reaches a stable period, the organization at all levels starts becoming bloated and stagnant. In such a greenhouse, it’s difficult to raise a uniquely outstanding flower. True heroes go through life’s trials to become renowned. A sect like Kunlun, when any problem arises, it’s resolved by the sect itself, making disciples naturally become quite mediocre over time."

"That is indeed the case!"

Jiufeng nodded, jesting with a smile, "They say the yellow weasel breeds mice, each generation worse than the last."

Long Fei added seriously, "Though there are no top-tier disciples, the overall strength of Kunlun is still formidable. The world’s Daoist sects lead back to Kunlun, and currently, all sects have intricate ties with Kunlun. Kunlun moves, and all Daoist sects move together. In terms of power, Kunlun Sect still stands as the world’s foremost."

"I certainly understand that."

Jiufeng gazed at Long Fei with a smile, "You wouldn’t think I’m foolish enough to lead the Witch Tribe to attack Kunlun, right?"

Long Fei laughed, "You wouldn’t, but someone will."

Jiufeng raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

"The Ancient Demon Clan!"

Long Fei’s eyes looked towards the back mountain, introducing to Jiufeng, "There’s a place here called Kirin Cliff, where the Primeval Kirin fell during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation. During the Witch-Demon calamity, a part of the Great Demon resisted the Witch Tribe here. Both sides waged war under the Kirin Cliff, leaving countless opportunities behind. This time, Kunlun opens its gates at the Kirin Cliff."

"Really?"

Jiufeng was a bit shocked, her beautiful eyes staring at Long Fei curiously, "How do you know this?"

"Just a deduction of celestial secrets!"

Long Fei raised a hand in a mysterious manner.

Jiufeng asked, "Then what else have you deduced?"

Long Fei gestured to the red clouds in the sky, introducing to Jiufeng, "In the land of the Saints, there should be Purple Qi coming from the east. Now there’s a red cloud, indicating a forthcoming calamity. Without such circumstances, Kunlun Sect wouldn’t announce to the world’s Daoist sects, opening such a glorious opportunity to the world."

Jiufeng realized, "You’re saying Kunlun Sect opens its gates to unite the world’s Daoist sects to ward off disaster?"

Long Fei laughed, patting her head, "You’re not dumb."

"You’re taking advantage of me again?"

Jiufeng glared at him, still curious, "Where does this disaster come from? Who has the audacity to attack the Saint’s ancestral grounds?"

Long Fei gestured westward, "From the Western Wasteland."

"You mean the Ancient Demon Clan?"

Jiufeng’s heart skipped a beat.

Long Fei said, "Exactly, the Ancient Demon Clan from The Wastelands has already broken through, with Kunlun Sect facing the first impact. Kunlun holds the cultivation resources the Ancient Demon Clan urgently needs, they will undoubtedly attack with full force."

Jiufeng thought, "The Western Wasteland is close to the Western Cow Hee Continent, why not the Western Cow Hee Continent?"

Long Fei mysteriously smiled, "This is a celestial secret, cannot be disclosed."

"What can’t be said?"

Jiufeng chased after him to get clarity, but Long Fei hugged her, stepping forward together, instantly vanishing into a dark space.

Finally, after a while, a light appeared before her eyes.

It turned out to be a blood-colored battlefield, seeming ancient, but some of the bodies on the ground hadn’t rotted.

Various battle flags stood crookedly on the battlefield; silence prevalent everywhere, as bloody winds swept past, causing the battle flags to flutter, seemingly narrating the fierceness of the past wars.