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On the top of the first peak was a large building that contained a single hall. It was where the sect master of the Holy Sword Sect resided.

The building looked quite simple from the outside and had been built using solid chunks of granite carved into even rectangular shapes.

However, the interior of the hall was far more opulent.

The floors were made of pure green jade, golden pillars rose up from the ground and statues of dragons could been seen standing silently in the corners of the hall.

At the back of the hall was a white throne.

A midnight black sword had been violently driven into the side of the throne and it was said that the sword belonged to a demonic cultivator who the founder of the sect had slain.

Over the years many cultivators had attempted to pull out the sword to examine it but without exception…

They all failed.

No matter how powerful they were… the sword refused to budge.

Even when a void stage powerhouse used all the strength in their body… the sword did not move a single inch.

A beautiful female cultivator wearing a fiery red robe strode into the hall with slow confident steps.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed upon the elderly man sitting on the throne. He wore a plain white robe and a iron circlet on his head.

Heavy wrinkles could be seen on his face and arms. A rare sight on cultivators since most would use some of their qi to remain their youthful looks.

He exuded a warm atmosphere, and his appearance resembled a lazy grandfather who spent most of his days relaxing under the sunlight.

"I greet the sect master," Lei Ying politely spoke as she nodded her head once.

"Still as cheeky as ever… my dear junior sister," the sect master smiled gently as he walked down from the throne.

"I thought I told you that in private you can call me Shi Jian. We've known each other for so many years now."

"How are you? I received a report from our rune master that there was a disturbance in the barrier spell around your peak…"

Lei Ying stiffened for a brief moment but quickly fixed her expression into a more carefree look.

"Oh, it was nothing… I was testing out the barrier while showing my apprentice some spells… I must have gotten carried away," Lei Ying nonchalantly spoke.

"Ahh the saintess…" the sect master whispered softly. He brought up his right hand and rubbed the bottom of his chin.

The saintess…

He could still remember that day twenty years ago.

When his mischievous junior sister who had no interest in the affairs of the sect decided to return with a mortal baby.

And she immediately claimed that the child was to be the saintess of the clan.

The sect leader smiled as he recalled the expressions of shock and outrage on the elders' faces when Lei Ying told them the news.

Truthfully, he was also doubtful at first. The mortal baby as far as he could tell did not belong to any of the major clans or forces.

Was it possible for legendary talent to manifest in random mortals?

Yes… but it was an incredibly rare occurrence.

But when he met the girl.

He understood where his junior sister got her confidence from. An Ice Yin root was the purest form of Ice roots on the continent.

Frost Qi would naturally be absorbed into the baby's body even if she never formally learned any cultivation techniques.

And if she did… well it would be like putting wings on a tiger.

"How is Xu Lu?" the sect leader asked with concern evident in his voice.

"You have hidden her away for so many years now… can I pay her a visit? I would like to meet the disciple of my dear junior sister."

"No!" Lei Ying sharply retorted as her voice raised an octave.

She immediately realised that she had made a mistake when she saw the flash of suspicion in the sect master's eyes.

Twenty years was not a long time in the eyes of cultivators but… it was not a short time either.

She could not keep Xu Lu hidden from the world for much longer especially when the tournament was to be held in the next decade.

Lei Ying took in a deep breath and carefully thought about what to say next. Perhaps it was time to loosen the reins slightly.

Besides, her apprentice was now a hideous monster.

Her self esteem and confidence must be low… there was no way that she would lose control over her pawn.

"She is currently doing closed door cultivation," Lei Ying spoke with seriousness in her voice.

"I intend to allow her to go on missions when she breaks through to the next level. It is about time that she gets some real-world experience."

"I agree," the sect master smiled warmly as he listened to his junior sister.

"I shall immediately inform the elders to spread the word that the saintess is going to descend from the fifth peak."

"Don't worry… I will ensure that she will be treated well and respectfully when she meets the other members of our clan."

"Thank you… senior brother," Lei Ying's lips curved upwards.

Years of experience in hiding her emotions made it easy for Lei Ying to conceal how she really felt about letting her apprentice escape from her grasp.

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(Fifth Peak)

Xu Lu slammed her fist against her side in frustration as she failed to master the movement technique that her master had given her.

The technique was called the Treading Cloud Technique.

It would allow the practitioner of the technique to temporarily walk on the air and rapidly change directions.

Xu Lu closed her eyes and concentrated once more.

It was a bit difficult to handle qi energy at first since it was slightly different from the energy she used to absorb in her last mission plane.

Still… she was slowly but surely getting the hang of it.

Xu Lu focused her attention on a small pocket of space hidden inside her body. This was called the dantian and it was where her internal qi was stored.

Her qi manifested itself in the form of silvery white threads that glowed and sparkled in her mind's eye.

The young cultivator gently exhaled and the temperature around her body rapidly plummeted until the air itself started to freeze.

She directly her qi outwards from her dantian and through the meridian pathways inside her body.

The Treading Cloud Technique was a movement based art so Xu Lu allowed her qi to enter the meridians located in her legs.

She could feel her body throbbing with energy like she was an empty balloon that was slowly filling up with air.

"Careful… careful…" Xu Lu whispered softly to herself as she continued to concentrate on maintaining her focus.

Now!

Xu Lu opened her eyes and dashed forward. She made a small jump and to her shock she discovered that her foot landed on the air instead of the ground.

This was amazing!

A happy burst of laughter escaped from the young woman's mouth as she soared through the air by running.

It was an odd sight but… Xu Lu didn't care.

It was not like she had an audience. Her master had gone out a few days ago and the white mouse had never returned.

Xu Lu raced around the grassy field for several minutes until she could feel her body starting to get tired.

Wait… err… how do I get down?

Xu Lu stopped moving and stared at the ground below her feet. She was a good fifteen feet off the ground and the drop looked rather… scary.

"Okay… maybe I need to reduce the qi?" Xu Lu mused thoughtfully as she tried to cut off some of the qi flowing to her legs.

Shit… she cut off too much.

Xu Lu let out a small scream as she fell down from the sky and landed on the ground with a painful thump.

"Ow…" Xu Lu let out a groan as she rubbed her back and dusted off some of the dirt on her robes.

The start of her cultivation journey… was not going well.