Tai Xuan Peak

  Kunlun Xianjings Zhishan dates back to ancient times, but it was just a desolate mountain range.

  Tai Xuan True Man refined the miscellaneous impurities of Huashan Mountains, first absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and then established a sect here. Tai Xuan Peak was named after this.

  The upper fog reaches the valley and forms rain mist at the bottom, creating a humid and spiritual environment suitable for medicinal growth.

  A figure bends over in the medicinal field, carefully tending to rare flowers and grasses. His thin back, delicate and pale skin, quietly contains two parts of childishness.

  Sweat dripped drop by drop among the rare flowers and strange grasses. The flowers and grasses showed a hundred different expressions, some competing to bloom first, others shyly closing up.

  A gust of wind blew over, his tattered robe fluttering, clearly revealing his thinness.

  Zhang Ye is the lowest-ranking outer disciple of Tai Xuan Men.

  Outer door disciples are actually not disciples, but just slaves of the sword school. They have always been treated as servants and can only barely make a living.

  Many outer sect disciples often have the same dream: to be favored by a powerful elder or true disciple of the sect, and one day to learn a move or two, so as to benefit for life.

  Zhang Ye also had dreams every day, but he didnt have any grand ideals, just hoping to eat his fill and not be bullied by others.

  Before noon, Zhang Ye had inspected the ten-acre medicinal field and was really too tired. He leaned against a nearby bluestone and fell asleep.

  A tall and thin figure appeared in the distance. Seeing Zhang Ye sleeping by the medicine field, he immediately swung his whip fiercely.

  Bang!

  A sharp intake of breath.

  Zhang screamed in his sleep, his skin splitting and flesh bursting open.

  Although Zhang Ye looked like he had grown up, his crying voice still carried a hint of childishness.

  "What are you crying about, you brainless trash!" The bamboo-like man raised his hand and whipped again.

  "Hei Ying Shixiong, I didnt slack off." Zhang Ye said in a low voice.

  "Heiying had just walked a circle to inspect, and the ten-acre medicinal field looked like it had been carefully taken care of. He then said: The medicinal field is the most important thing in our sect, you cant sleep here, dont let me see you again next time."

  Zhang Ye puts his heart into everything he does and works harder than others. The rare flowers and grasses he takes care of are more spirited than others, because he has poured more of his heart and soul into them.

  The strange flowers and grasses have a spiritual nature, they will thank Zhang Ye for the sweat in the fields, so they grow exceptionally luxuriant.

  It has been five years since Zhang Ye entered Tai Xuan Men, and apart from working tirelessly, whenever he had the chance, he would sneak to Ping Shan Valley to watch his senior brothers practice.

  Ping Shan Valley is a place of entertainment for outer disciples, where many people practice their skills. Some outer disciples who are good at flattering and fawning over others may be lucky enough to receive some superficial techniques from those high-and-mighty true transmission disciples if they have good fortune. If one can demonstrate talent, its possible to become an inner disciple and escape the sea of suffering.

  Zhang Yes dream was not to become a high-ranking official who floats in mid-air, he just wanted to be stronger and suffer less bullying.

  Zhang Ye opened his eyes and found himself in Tai Xuan Men.

  Everything before was a blank, its said that Hei Ying Shixiong rescued Zhang Ye from the jaws of death. Everyone says so, and Zhang Ye cant verify it either. Its said that he was picked up at night, dirty and disheveled, and has been called Zhang Ye ever since.

  Returning to his own hut when the stars filled the sky, it was nightfall.

  As before, Zhang Ye fetched a basin of cool spring water and sat in front of the bed to clean the wounds he had suffered during the day with a cotton cloth. His skin had a faint fluorescent glow, pure and unblemished.

  This kind of skin-splitting and flesh-tearing pain, Zhang Ye often experienced. Yet he didnt know why, his body never left any scars, and the recovery speed was always much faster than imagined...

  The night is as dark as water.

  Zhang Ye forgot the pain of the day, in front of the small thatched cottage, diligently practicing Tai Chang Fist. This was what he gained from his countless trips to Ping Shan Valley, secretly watching the outer gate masters practice.

  This set of fist techniques is just an introductory physical exercise routine for Tai Xuan Jian Men, with 17 routines that are simple and easy to understand. Although its a primary technique, it still has oral formulas to master, not just learning a few postures.

  Zhang Ye went to Pingshan Valley countless times to secretly learn, and finally mastered the appearance of the 17th set of Tai Chi Fist. However, he still didnt have the oral formula. Whenever there was free time with no one around, Zhang Ye would practice this set of Tai Chi Fist over and over again.

  Zhang Yes boxing route is different from those with oral formulas and broad gestures. The long fist he punches out has a rhythm that is hard to describe. At first, he always tried to make his appearance the same as that of his brothers. But after learning 17 routes, in the process of practice, his subconscious would modify some subtle places.

  It feels strange, does he think those senior brothers practiced wrongly?

  This remark is a questioning of the sects thinking, so Zhang Ye can only bury this childish idea in his heart and practice what he thinks.

  Between the movements of fists and feet, breath flows.

  Unlike the long boxing of his fellow disciples, Zhang Yes fists were like a small stream, flowing gently and smoothly, with the intention of the heart being continuous. Seventeen sets of routines, all sorts of changes. After practicing three cycles, he let out a deep breath.

  Plop.

  Zhang Ye suddenly fainted and fell to the ground, and actually fell asleep just like that.

  Zhang Ye didnt have a real cultivation technique, and the path of "practicing qi" was not taken. Therefore, practicing Tai Chi fist techniques couldnt last long. But his Tai Chi fist indeed had some differences. Even if one cultivates orthodox techniques and enters the second level of "practicing qi", its not necessarily possible to complete three cycles of Tai Chi fist.

  "Huh?"

  In the darkness, it seemed like someone was watching Zhang Ye practice his fist, and after Zhang Ye fell asleep, a faintly curious and mysterious voice came out.

  The morning light begins to show.

  Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Ye sat up from the ground, and it was another night that he slept on the outside ground. He had already gotten used to this.

  He found some dry rations to fill his stomach, and Zhang Ye hastily rushed to the Medicine Field. Otherwise, he would be beaten by Hei Ying again. Zhang Ye was not afraid of physical suffering, but he was extremely disgusted with that kind of humiliation.

  Zhang Ye worked in the medicinal field, carefully nurturing the flowers and grasses. His sweat dripped onto the rich soil, making the rare flowers and grasses even more vibrant. It was as if his sweat was the most spiritual fertilizer.

  The formation of a genius is always accompanied by the possession of unique and superior natural endowments, as well as the accumulation of years of hard work and dedication.

  After the sect creates an environment suitable for the growth of medicinal materials, it is crucial to use these outer disciples who are similar to slaves to cultivate them. Although the senior door has profound and mysterious methods, it cannot cast spells to help the strange flowers and grasses grow.

  Heaven and earth have their own laws. Violating the law, forcing flowers and grasses to grow, will result in strange flowers and weeds lacking spiritual energy, and also carrying evil energy.

  "Its like using hormones to fatten up livestock." Zhang Ye muttered as he loosened the soil.

  He was taken aback and wondered how he could have thought of the strange word "hormone". The word didnt fit in with this world.

  Ordinary disciples of the outer sect take care of the medicinal field with their own labor and sweat, allowing the rare flowers and grasses to be imbued with "human energy", growing naturally, which is the only way to guarantee the quality of the medicinal materials.

  This principle is unknown to almost all outer disciples, and even inner disciples. Zhang Ye has gained a lot of "fresh flowers" in the past five years through his hard work, and he seems to have gained some insight from it.

  He fell asleep again in the medicine field after being exhausted for a long time.

  The golden sun rose slowly, and two people walked into Yao Valley.

  A tall and thin black eagle followed quietly behind a woman in a cyan shirt, not daring to breathe loudly.

  The girl was about twenty years old, with fair skin and a slightly upturned, sensual mouth below which there was a small red mole. She was Xu Ying, an inner disciple, who had a flirtatious appearance but was actually a strict and conservative woman in her daily life.

  Xu Yings cultivation was not outstanding among the inner door disciples, but she had a rich miscellaneous learning and was entrusted with important tasks by the sect. She was responsible for the management and planting of medicinal herbs in the entire Sword Sect. In the five years since Zhang Ye joined the Sword Sect, he had only caught glimpses of Xu Yings profile a few times from afar.

  This is an absolute big boss for outer door disciples!