Zuo Mo looked at Wei Sheng in surprise.

  His senior's clothes were torn into strips, his whole body was like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, emitting an overwhelming aura. This made Zuo Mo feel very unfamiliar, but suddenly a word appeared in his mind - Sword Intent!

  Zuo Mo suddenly enlightened: "Congratulations, Shixiong!"

  Wei Sheng's face lit up with a smile as he heard the words, and the sword intent surrounding his body seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly surging violently. The small stones on the ground were blown away, dust flying everywhere, and in just an instant, the invisible sword intent had cut out a shallow pit beneath his feet.

  "Sorry, junior brother, my cultivation is limited and I'm unable to receive or send it at will."

  "Is it going to be a Fire Dragon Grass?" Zuo Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind. He was very curious about the person who was about to lay the foundation for the first time.

  "Thanks for your trouble." Wei Sheng reluctantly shifted his feet, the pit beneath him now almost knee-deep.

  Wei Sheng knew that he had reached a critical juncture, and Zuo Mo didn't waste any more words: "Senior brother, please follow me." After speaking, he quickly took off in the direction of Cold Mist Valley.

  A continuous hissing sound came from behind, and wherever Wei Sheng passed by, he left a crisscross pattern of fine scratches on the ground, with small stones flying everywhere.

  The two quickly ran out of the Cold Mist Valley, and Zuo Mo dropped a sentence: "Senior brother, please wait a moment." Then he dived into the thick fog, and soon returned with a handful of fiery Fire Dragon Grass. Carefully placing the Fire Dragon Grass on the ground, he quickly jumped to one side.

  The fragmented sword intent surrounding his senior brother was astonishingly destructive, and this journey had left him with a lingering sense of horror.

  Wei Sheng bent down and picked up the fire dragon grass, only to see that it looked like a ball of flames, its color even more vibrant than before.

  Wei Sheng's face lit up with joy, his expression solemn, and he bowed to Zuo Mo: "Thank you, younger brother!"

  After finishing speaking, Wei Sheng Shixiong hastily left.

  Zuo Mo stared blankly at the disappearing back of Wei Sheng, his senior apprentice brother. This was the first time he had seen a cultivator on the verge of building their foundation, and it was completely different from what he had imagined. He wondered if Li Ying Feng, his senior apprentice sister, had also experienced something similar when she built her foundation.

  Zhū jī, known as the first pass of Xiū Zhēn, is indeed extraordinary!

  His spirit was somewhat absent-minded all day, and the scene of Wei Shengjian's sudden departure today brought him a huge shock. Moreover, he had not heard the voice that announced Li Yingfeng's successful foundation for a long time.

  Won't it fail? His heart was filled with worry, the Fire Dragon Grass itself was like a potent poison, and if he wasn't careful, his spiritual energy would collapse. Moreover, Wei Sheng had taken a third-grade Fire Dragon Grass!

  Wei Sheng's senior brother and he had only met twice, but this iron-hearted, unyielding senior brother made him feel deeply admiring. Before this, he had always thought of himself as a fairly diligent person, but compared to his senior brother, his own efforts were hardly worth mentioning.

  At midnight, Zuo Mo sat on the rooftop, absent-mindedly listening to the sound of the guqin being played, his heart filled with even more worry.

  At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly rose from somewhere in the mountain and shot straight into the sky!

  Clang!

  Like a treasure sword out of its scabbard, iron and stone collide, echoing through the empty mountains!

  A loud noise, the other disciples were shocked and rushed out one after another, looking up at the sword-like light that pierced the sky with a look of astonishment.

  On the rooftop, Lü Mo's expression was also frozen in shock. In his heart, he felt both joy and astonishment. The joy came from recognizing that this aura belonged to Wei Sheng, his senior brother! What shocked him, however, was that this sword-like radiance brought him an immense sense of pressure!

  He involuntarily thought of the snow-white sword intent that had cut him down at the Sea of Recognition. The two were quite similar in shape, but far from being as vast and ruthless as that snow-white sword intent, however, his senior brother's sword intent had a thick and solid flavor to it.

  Zuo Mo's understanding of the sword was pitifully little, but suddenly, he became certain that this was his senior brother's sword intent. He stared blankly at the sword tip that pierced through the clouds, feeling both excitement and admiration.

  Li Yingfeng Shijie built her foundation without much fanfare, but when Shixiong built his foundation, it was a grand and earth-shaking affair, really formidable!

  Such a strange phenomenon, not only was the Wukong Mountain shocked, but also the surrounding sects were all shocked by this strange scene. Only to see countless sword lights like shooting stars rushing towards this side.

  No one noticed that in the sky, at some unknown time, Zhangmen had been waiting with several Shifu uncles.

  "Our sect will rise to greatness!" Third Master Yan Le's voice trembled with emotion. The smile that usually hung on his face was gone, replaced by a hint of sorrow.

  Headmaster Pei Yu Ran couldn't help but kneel down in the sky, facing east, and kowtowed three times with a choked voice: "Unfilial disciple thanks all ancestors of our sect for their blessings! Blessings to our sect's inheritance that will never be broken!"

  He lifted his head, and tears streamed down his face.

  Yan Le and Xin Yan also knelt down together, kowtowing three times towards the east!

  The three of them stood up, each with a flushed face, as if they had drunk too much. Even Xin Yan, who was usually the most composed, couldn't help but have a hint of red on his face.

  "It's a pity that Fourth Sister is still out traveling and hasn't returned, otherwise seeing this scene would be incredibly comforting." Pei Yuan Ruo said with a sigh.

  Yan Leduan shared the same feeling: "To be able to see this scene, I will die without regret."

  "Brother, how can you speak nonsense? Our sect's prosperity is within sight, we must all do our best to nurture Wei Sheng well, so as not to disappoint the expectations of our ancestors."

  Yan Le nodded repeatedly: "Elder brother's words are reasonable." He suddenly turned his face, furrowed his brow, and said somewhat displeased: "There are quite a few guests tonight!"

  Pei Yu Ran's eyes flashed with cold light, his tone calm as he said: "It's not the time for hospitality tonight, Second Young Master, don't let them disturb Wei Sheng."

  "Good!" Xīn Yán's calm demeanor was as stern as iron and stone, a single word that sent chills down one's spine.

  Whether it was the cultivators flying in from the Azure Void Mountain or the outer sect disciples looking up, they only felt a sudden burst of snow-white before their eyes! Before they could even react, a majestic and terrifying sword intent carrying an aura of destroying heaven and earth enveloped them from above!

  Everyone was greatly shocked and involuntarily retreated backward in haste.

  All that can be seen is a gigantic snow-white dragon, its body occupying half the sky, moving freely and effortlessly in the night sky. Its icy gaze looks down with pride. The cold and fierce aura can be clearly felt from afar.

  It was only now that everyone remembered that Wu Kong Sword Sect actually had four Golden Dan cultivators!

  "But what about 'Bing Xue Jian'?" A hoarse voice came from afar.

  Xin Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes surging with a fierce intent, and said in a cold voice: "I am Xin Yan."

  On the empty mountain, a group of outer sect disciples looked up with their faces, all of them were amazed. It turned out that Xin Yan Shifu, who usually had a cold face, actually had such a big reputation.

  The person in the distance didn't say anything.

  "It's too late today, and it just so happens that our young apprentice is building his foundation. It's really not convenient to entertain guests, and I'm afraid we'll disturb your elegant gathering. Please forgive us, please forgive us. Why don't you all choose another day to come? Everyone in our sect will definitely roll out the red carpet to welcome you."

  "I didn't expect that Dong Fu would have a master like Bing Xuan Jian, forgive me for my rudeness! The great prosperity of Wu Kong Sword Sect is just around the corner, I, Tian Song Zi, am delighted to share this news with you all. It's not convenient today, I'll bother you again another day!" The voice faded away until it was almost inaudible.

  The cultivators around were shocked, never expecting the person who came to be Tian Songzi. Tian Songzi was a renowned figure in the entire Eastern Floating Land, being the descendant of the Eastern Floating Immortal and also the de facto ruler of the Eastern Floating Land at present.

  Even Pei Yuuran revealed a look of surprise, he didn't think that the commotion here would actually disturb Tian Songzi. Tian Songzi's reputation was renowned in Dong Fu, with rumors of his cultivation being extraordinary.

  However, he was after all a leader of a sect, extremely calm and composed, and shouted: "See off Daoist brother!"

  Those cultivators who had originally wanted to try their luck, seeing the situation, all dispersed with a sense of propriety. Even Tian Songzi, who was treated with courtesy by everyone, didn't dare to be presumptuous. Intelligent people realized that with Wu Kongjianmen in Dongfu, their status would inevitably rise with the tide.

  There are four Golden Dan period cultivators in the Wu Kong Sword Sect, and most people know about it. However, the Wu Kong Sword Sect rarely interacts with outsiders, so apart from Yan Le who is in charge of business and is known to more people, the other three hardly ever leave the mountain gate.

  People with a keen interest have already planned to go and ask about the rumors of "Bing Xue Jian". Such a master, yet in a small mountain, quietly unknown, really makes one puzzled.

  Zhuo Men and Tian Songzi's conversation was unheard by Zuo Mo, who stared blankly at the snow-white dragon flying in the sky.

  Just as he had directly determined that the sword tip that pierced through the clouds was caused by Wei Sheng, he also recognized that the snow-white dragon wandering in the sky was actually the sword intent in his own mind. In terms of appearance, the two were vastly different, but for some reason, he was exceptionally certain that this dragon and the snow-white sword intent he had seen twice before did not have any fundamental differences.

  He was suddenly enlightened, it turned out that night, it was his master uncles!

  This result made his heart suddenly skip a beat.

  Suddenly he remembered that the culprit was still in his own mind! This thought suddenly made his heart beat wildly.

  If they let the leader know, Pu would be in his own cognitive sea...

  He couldn't help but shudder, his teeth slightly chattering.

  He looked up at the snow leopard wandering in the sky, and a chill ran down his spine. He always had a feeling that this snow leopard seemed to be able to discover the Pú Yāo at any time, and it would definitely rush down without hesitation and tear itself into pieces!

  This feeling grew stronger and stronger, and he even felt that the giant dragon seemed to be staring at him all the time.

  He lost his soul and forgot everything else, almost rolling and crawling down from the roof and shrinking back into the room.

  Returning to his quiet room, he was finally relieved from shock.

  After a while, her heartbeat slowed down and returned to normal, but her mouth was still dry.

  Damn it! Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again in his heart.

  He suddenly thought that the Pú Yāo could come out on its own, and this idea made him extremely shocked. That crazy Pú Yāo must not make trouble at this time!

  He hastily sat still, forcing himself to calm down, letting his mind enter his own sea of consciousness.

  The sea of knowledge seemed to have a raging storm, deep red flames dancing wildly, like a group of enchanting snake women twisting their stunning waists. Pu didn't sit on the tombstone as usual, but stood in front of it, like a spear, his smooth black clothes rustling, his black hair flying across his forehead, still covering his left eye.

  His right eye was bloodshot like a well, staring at the tombstone.