The Second Set: Tianjian Sect

  After more than two hours of traveling in the wind and dust, a series of magnificent buildings also appeared before the three people at the same time.

  The ancient and simple building complex stands on the middle of the mountain, with surrounding clouds and mist appearing and disappearing, as if telling people who climb up that it is an existence like a fairyland. The building complex spans across both sides of the mountain, winding roads continue to extend upwards... At this moment, standing here, you can already vaguely see the top of this precipitous peak.

  Tian Xian Peak is indeed worthy of its name, Tian Xian Peak's summit is steep and majestic. From a distance, it resembles an unsheathed long sword, with the tip pointing straight to the boundless sky. Its momentum is ancient and stern, as if carrying endless powerful sword energy, sweeping across all directions without any fear or retreat.

  Ling Qingyan continued to walk slowly on the top of Tian Xian Peak, his heart increasingly shocked. He dared to confirm that even if he hadn't traveled all over the world in his previous life, there were hardly any such thousands-of-zhang-tall peaks standing upright like a long sword.

  The peak is like a sword, carrying a stern sword intent, showing its majesty to the world.

  Perhaps three thousand years ago, the founder of the Tianjian Sect valued the uniqueness of this Tianxian Peak and chose it as the location of the Tianjian Sect. Ling Qingyan thought to himself.

  The founder of the Tianjian Sect probably never thought that his intention, which was so full of vigor and momentum at the time, would be seen through so easily by a fifteen-year-old boy.

  After walking for nearly half a time, an ancient and magnificent mountain gate appeared before the eyes of Ling Qingyan and the other two. Two stone pillars held up the sky, simple yet solemn, as if telling people around about its vicissitudes, majestic and free. On both sides of the mountain gate, however, stood two figures...

  As they drew closer, it was clear that both of them were wearing the attire of outer disciples from the Tianjian Sect, simple yet dignified.

  "Elder."

  Two disciples, Ling Lie's eyes were fixed on the mountain road ahead, carrying out the task assigned to them by their sect. At this moment, seeing the three comers, their gaze directly converged on the gray-robed old man, and for a while, both of them bowed in respect.

  Elder Fan Yiran, who often traveled to the sect's gate, was extremely familiar with these two disciples who had been guarding the mountain gate for many years.

  Fan Yiran saw this, and with a light wave of his right hand, he accepted the two people's courtesy. At this time, the sword-holding elder had a solemn expression on his face, which was completely different from the gentle and approachable demeanor he showed in front of Liu Yanran and Ling Qingyan. The majesty that a Tianjian Sect elder should have was fully displayed at this moment. After waving his hand, Fan Yiran slowly opened his mouth, "Let's go up."

  Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran followed closely behind.

  The three figures gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road, and the two disciples guarding the mountain gate also began to talk.

  "Senior brother, those two young men and women following the elder. The girl I know, I saw her from afar at a major sect event, she's our sect master's closed-door disciple. But that young man, I don't think I've ever seen him before, do you recognize him?"

  "I don't recognize him. My senior brother is in the inner sect, and even if I didn't know an inner sect disciple, I should be able to recognize their face. But this young man, I've never seen before. He must be one of the inner sect disciples that the elder brought back from outside this time."

  "Inner Disciple... Alas, I don't know if I'll be able to enter the inner sect in this lifetime."

  At this point, the two of them fell silent, and for a moment they couldn't help but sigh. The two of them had been in the Tiān Jiàn Zōng (Heavenly Sword Sect) for over ten years, yet they were still only outer sect disciples. Although they could usually practice secret classics, how could those secret classics be compared to the inner sect's secret classics?

  Now seeing Ling Qingyan being an inner disciple as soon as he entered the sect, one can't help but feel extremely astonished.

  They didn't have the slightest jealousy or resentment in their tone, after all they also knew that to directly enter as an inner disciple, one's martial arts talent must be extremely exceptional.

  Martial arts talent is destiny, it's not something they can reverse.

  ………

  "Qing Yan, little brother, this is the outer gate of our Tianjian Sect, where many outer disciples reside. Don't underestimate them in the future, although they are not as good as us inner disciples, their contributions to the sect are something that we inner disciples cannot match."

  Liu Yanran had now fully recovered her lively personality, apparently influenced by the Tianjian Sect's residence. At this time, she was pointing at various buildings around her and explaining them to Ling Qingyan beside her.

  Ling Qingyan looked at the surrounding people coming and going in a hurry, sparse groups of three or five, and nodded involuntarily.

  Since childhood, Ling Qingyan has been familiar with the concept of sects after reading various classics, and also knows that a sect is divided into outer and inner doors.

  Inner Gate, a place where the most talented disciples of the sect gather, and also where the future backbone of the sect lies. The disciples here value quality over quantity, and have many advantages that outer gate disciples do not possess. They cultivate the best secret techniques within the sect and can receive direct guidance from the Sect Master and Elders.

  Outer disciples, gathering ordinary talents but with a strong and unyielding temperament, usually contribute their strength to the sect and handle many trivial matters for the sect. They can be said to be the foundation of the sect. This kind of people often silently pay out for the entire sect.

  Winding through many ancient and solemn buildings, the three of them arrived in front of a continuous building with fewer and fewer people. In front of them, a heavy red lacquer gate unfolded before their eyes, under the leadership of Elder Fan Yiran, who was holding a sword, Ling Qingyan and Liu Yanran followed closely behind him.

  "Master!"

  "Elder!"

  These two names were constantly being called out by the scattered people walking around this building complex, and the objects of their calls were none other than Liu Yanran and Fan Yiran.

  At first, Ling Qingyan was taken aback when he heard the title "Shifu", but when he saw Liu Yanran calmly accepting this title, Ling Qingyan suddenly remembered that since Liu Yanran was a disciple of the Tianjian Sect's sect master, his seniority was naturally extremely high. Compared to them, these inner disciples who were more than 20 years older called him like this, which was also normal.

  Looking around at the puzzled glances of the inner disciples walking by, Ling Qingyan's expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed.

  Along the way, Ling Qingyan also discovered a point, this Tianjian Sect is indeed worthy of being called Tianjian Sect, it is a sect that cultivates with swords. The disciples in this sect, whether they are the two outer sect disciples guarding the mountain gate or the outer and inner sect disciples living in the residence, all carry a long sword with scabbard on their backs.

  Sword, the sole weapon of Tianjian Sect disciples.

  "Master, where are we going?"

  Liu Yanran's face at this time also had a slightly less lively expression, and a few more serious ones, apparently intentionally maintaining her senior image in front of these "junior" inner disciples.

  At this time, seeing themselves two people, under the leadership of Shibo, they have already walked through the residential courtyard of the inner door disciples, and can't help but ask questions.

  "Of course, you should go see your master first and report on the situation in Moyun City. You've been thinking about your master all along the way... why this time, do you want to rest first?"

  At this time, Fan Yiran, who heard Liu Yanran's words, naturally understood Liu Yanran's thoughts and couldn't help but ask jokingly.

  "What's wrong..." Yan Ran shook her head directly, "I was just thinking if I should let Qingyan brother rest first, after all, he came from so far away."

  Ling Qing heard this and felt a warmth in her heart, but she said, "I'm not tired, I also want to see what the Sect Master of Tianjian Sect looks like."

  Ling Qingyan's body had been tempered since childhood, so this bit of fatigue was nothing.

  Tianjian Sect, one of the top sects in the Great Qin Kingdom. Ling Qingyan had some interest in being the sect master of such a sect.

  Along the way, Ling Qingyan also learned from Fan Yiran and Liu Yanran that the master of this generation's Tianjian Sect was actually the junior brother of the sword-holding elder Fan Yiran.