In the following period, Qingfeng Zi also felt a bit bored, so he started cultivating.

After a few more days.

A woman dressed in a white robe with half her face covered by a purple mask appeared in Tianmo Valley.

She held a purple long sword in her hand.

Arriving at the seaside, she glanced at the vast white mist and sighed helplessly.

"It seems it will take some time to enter Tianmo Sect."

By the seaside, she built a pavilion and then made a chair out of green bamboo.

After finishing everything, she stretched lazily, sat on the chair, and took out a flute to play lightly, passing the idle time.

Qingfeng Zi in the pavilion heard the beautiful flute music and was so entranced by it that he came out from the pavilion, following the sound of the flute.

"So, a new neighbor has arrived. Qingfeng Zi greets the Sword Immortal."

Qingfeng Zi naturally recognized the Sword Immortal.

After all, he had heard of the Sword Saint Pavilion’s reputation, though the sect didn’t have many disciples, each one was highly skilled in martial arts.

The position of the Sword Saint Pavilion in the Blackwater Secret Realm ranked only a few below the Qingyun Sect.

The Sword Immortal put down her flute and glanced coldly at Qingfeng Zi.

She was well aware of Qingfeng Zi’s character; he was extremely opportunistic, and looking at him, a trace of disgust rose in her heart.

"Heh, the talent within Qingyun Sect has withered away over the past few hundred years. I heard your Sect Leader is eternally obsessed with love affairs, causing the once-thriving sect to fall into such a state—it truly evokes a sigh."

The tone of the Sword Immortal couldn’t help but carry a trace of mockery.

Her whole body exuded a layer of coldness, giving off a vibe of "stranger, do not approach."

Qingfeng Zi didn’t get angry upon hearing this.

"Isn’t that right? The old Sect Master was truly blind to have chosen such a Sect Leader. Honestly, if I were the Sect Leader, the Qingyun Sect wouldn’t have fallen to this extent.

"Thinking about this, Qingfeng Zi’s face also showed a look of resentment and indignation.

However, he couldn’t do anything about it; after all, the Sect Leader was predetermined, directly chosen by the previous Sect Master.

Although Qingfeng Zi had many supporters, he couldn’t ascend without the old Sect Master’s approval.

The Sword Immortal looked at Qingfeng Zi, feeling that his face was indeed thicker than a city wall.

"I don’t want to waste words with you, go stand aside."

The Sword Immortal spoke with an icy tone.

Seeing this, anger flashed across Qingfeng Zi’s face, but knowing he was no match for the Sword Immortal, he didn’t dare to show it.

"After a month, the demonic mist will disperse, we’ll meet on the battlefield then."

Qingfeng Zi waved his hand and left after speaking.

As a favored son of Qingyun Sect, he had some backbone; since the person didn’t welcome him, he wisely left.

Thus, Tianmo Valley became livelier day by day.

One day, Wang Ye was dining, enjoying delicious food prepared by Ming Yue.

A monk holding a staff arrived outside the pavilion.

This monk wore a snowy white Kasaya, looking no more than thirty years old.

"I am a disciple of the Great Wei Heavenly Dragon Temple, Prajna, seeking to have some meals."

Prajna joined his palms together, respectfully saying.

Upon hearing this, Ming Yue opened the door of the pavilion, respectfully saying.

"So it’s a high monk. We have endless ingredients here, let me serve you a bowl."

She smiled, took the bowl from Prajna, and served him a bowl of rice and some vegetables.

Prajna took the bowl, respectfully saying.

"Thank you, young lady, for your generosity. I live nearby, should you encounter any trouble, just inform me."

Prajna was a kind-hearted person.

He knew there were Demon Beasts in the area, making it very unsafe for a girl to live here.

Ming Yue heard this, her expression indifferent as she said.

"With my master around, I’m not afraid of anything. My master is Wang Ye, Sect Master of Tianyong Mountain."

At the mention of Wang Ye’s name, her eyes couldn’t help but show a trace of pride.

Prajna heard this and his brows furrowed tightly.

Tianyong Mountain was merely an unrecognized sect. Moreover, over the past few hundred years, Tianyong Mountain had been arrogant, severing ties with outside sects.

It seems Tianyong Mountain will soon be doomed.

The strength of the Sect Master of Tianyong Mountain should be very low.

"I’ve never heard the name Wang Ye. Young lady, don’t be deceived by the sweet talk of the world."

Prajna expressed his concern.

Upon hearing this, Ming Yue’s face turned cold. With a clang, she slammed the door shut.

Nobody in this world could drive a wedge between her and Wang Ye.

Prajna saw this, shook his head helplessly, and sighed within his heart.

"Such a beautiful woman like a Heavenly Immortal actually living with people from Tianyong Mountain, it truly is a flower stuck in cow dung."

He shook his head as he left the pavilion.

Wang Ye within the pavilion naturally heard Prajna’s words.

His gaze flashed with sharpness; it seemed Tianyong Mountain really had no status among the various sects.

Ming Yue had returned to the table by now and was smiling as she served dishes to Wang Ye.

"Master, more and more people are gathering in Tianmo Valley lately. I wonder why they are here?"

Ming Yue slightly furrowed her brows.

Originally, she and Wang Ye were living a peaceful life here, but recently it was becoming more and more unsettled.

She had a vague premonition that it might have something to do with Wang Ye.

"They all came to eliminate the Devil Sect."

Wang Ye said calmly.

The Devil Sect?

Upon hearing this, a trace of reverence appeared in Ming Yue’s eyes.

Regardless of their strength, the courage they possessed was admirable.

"Did Master also come for the Devil Sect?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Ming Yue’s eyes.

She hoped Wang Ye indeed came for the Devil Sect; only then would he be considered a real man.

"Yes."

Wang Ye nodded calmly.

Ming Yue smiled at this, her heart growing even more admiring of Wang Ye.

After a few more days, over a hundred people had already gathered in Tianmo Valley.

The Sword Immortal, seeing this, wanted to unite all the cultivators to collectively fight the demon race at the Tianmo Way.

After all, unity is strength.

However, these people were prominent figures from various major sects, always proud and aloof, uniting them would not be easy.

So she personally prepared a table of fruits and vegetables and went to the residences of each cultivator, inviting them to discuss the matter of eliminating the Devil Sect.

Under the Sword Immortal’s invitation, everyone gathered in her pavilion, and Wang Ye was the last to arrive.

Upon seeing Wang Ye, the many experts couldn’t help but ridicule him.

"Today, those gathered here are all prominent figures. Sword Immortal, why did you even invite such nobodies?"

Qingfeng Zi held his wine cup, full of disdain, the sneer on the corner of his mouth very apparent.

"Isn’t that right? He’s from Tianyong Mountain. What kind of sect is Tianyong Mountain? It’s just a rabble, while we all are cultivators from major sects."

Prajna shook his head slightly, full of disdain.