"Is this where you two live?"

Mo Wangchen curiously asked, observing the three wooden houses on the mountaintop.

He thought, apart from the plump guy and Zhang Yue, there should be someone else living here.

"Now it's just the two of us living here, but there used to be another person,"

the plump guy nodded, explaining.

"Lin Feng?" Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes.

When he first arrived on this mountain, he felt a familiar Sword Dao Law flowing in the air here.

He thought it might just be an illusion, but now he was mostly certain that Lin Feng used to live here.

"Plump guy, what are you babbling about outside? You're disturbing my cultivation,"

suddenly, a voice came from inside one of the wooden houses, and then a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen walked out.

She first addressed the plump guy, and then noticed Mo Wangchen's presence, frowning.

"Who is this? Didn't I say no outsiders are allowed here? What if they disturb the Law aura left by Brother Lin Feng?" The girl was none other than Zhang Yue.

It was said that this girl inherited Lin Feng's true legacy, but because she rarely left the Sword Sect, few people knew about her strength.

"Uh... this... he's... he's a friend of Lin Feng!"

The plump guy stammered, clearly afraid of Zhang Yue, as he had often been bullied by her.

"Yes, that's it, he's a friend of Lin Feng's junior brother!" As he spoke, the plump guy kept winking at Mo Wangchen.

"A friend of Brother Lin Feng?"

Zhang Yue was skeptical, clearly not believing, but she saw the plump guy's winking and immediately scoffed, "You dead plump guy, dare to bring someone up here and now you're trying to fool me? I think you need another lesson, don't you?"

"What's with the attitude? I'm the son of the Sect Master, come on, can't you speak a bit more respectfully?" The plump guy shook his tiger-like body, clearly someone who cared about face, not wanting to lose it in front of Mo Wangchen.

But just as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a sword singing, and Zhang Yue drew her sword, preparing to slash at him, "Agh! Little Ancestor, I was wrong!"

The plump guy immediately cowered, hiding behind Mo Wangchen in fear.

"Hold on."

Mo Wangchen spoke, then said to Zhang Yue, "He wasn't lying. I am indeed a friend of Lin Feng."

"How can you prove it?"

Zhang Yue was obviously still skeptical but didn't continue to act.

In the past, Lin Feng roamed the world, gaining great fame. Although he left Tiannan, many of his old friends likely remained, and Mo Wangchen might really be one of them.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wangchen smiled, extending his palm into the void, instantly manifesting his Sword Principle.

"Sizzle!"

He condensed a sword with the principle and slashed toward the endless Heavenly Vault, mimicking the strike Lin Feng used to slay Yan Ruyi's Dao Body during the Holy Emperor's birthday banquet.

While he could replicate it now, it only had the form, without the essence.

"Cold Heart Resentful Snow?!"

Not far ahead, Zhang Yue showed a surprise on her face, "This is one of the moves from the Snow Pavilion Sword Technique, Cold Heart Resentful Snow, one of Brother Lin Feng's most powerful techniques. Do you really know him?"

"Sir... uh... Lin Feng has assisted me many times, of course, we're acquainted." Mo Wangchen smiled.

Then, he described Lin Feng's appearance and personality from memory.

"You really know him?"

The plump guy beside him was dumbfounded; he had been lying to Zhang Yue earlier, saying Mo Wangchen was Lin Feng's friend, but he couldn't have imagined this stranger was truly acquainted with Lin Feng.

"I know most of Brother Lin Feng's friends, but why haven't I seen you, and what level has your cultivation reached?" Zhang Yue frowned.

Earlier, when Mo Wangchen mimicked Lin Feng's sword technique, she sensed an astonishing aura in the Sword Light.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wangchen smiled without speaking, and with two fingers pointed at Zhang Yue through the air.

Instantly, the sound of a sword whistling into the ear, a Sword Light slashed straight toward Zhang Yue.

Faced with this sudden scene, Zhang Yue and the plump guy were both astonished.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yue lifted her sword in a sweep, dissipating Mo Wangchen's attack.

But soon, the opponent's second sword came again. She had no time to think too much, pushing her cultivation to the extreme for total defense.

The third sword, the fourth sword, until after dozens of swords...

Zhang Yue quickly realized Mo Wangchen wasn't trying to kill her but seemed to be imparting some guidance.

Each attack's strength was just barely within her tolerable range, pushing her into a desperate situation, thus stimulating her potential.

The plump guy beside them also appeared to understand Mo Wangchen's intention, refraining from rash actions, and quietly watched there.

He was stunned, feeling that the scene before him was a dream. The white-clothed youth looked young, yet his strength was terrifyingly immense, making Zhang Yue, a Sword Dao genius, dim in comparison before him.

Finally, after about a hundred swords, Zhang Yue could no longer bear the pressure and collapsed powerlessly to the ground, panting heavily.

"Damn, a Sword Dao genius a hundred times more talented than Little Ancestor!"

The plump guy was overwhelmingly excited; among the younger generation, except for Lin Feng, he had never seen anyone who could push Zhang Yue to such a point.

Though he wanted to kneel immediately, ask Mo Wangchen to be his teacher, to learn his incredible sword techniques, so he wouldn't be bullied by Zhang Yue any longer.

But now, seeing Zhang Yue's state, the plump guy was also quite worried, running over to help her up, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Yue shook her head, taking a deep breath moments later, finally calming down inside.

Yet, when she and the plump guy looked again, Mo Wangchen was already nowhere to be seen.

"This Sword Sect is permeated with Sword Dao Laws left by ancient sages, truly a Sacred Land for sword cultivators..."

At this moment, Mo Wangchen had already left that mountaintop, wandering within the Sword Sect.

Because the Seven Peaks Martial Meeting was taking place in the square, other parts of the Sword Sect seemed much quieter.

Soon, he came before a rock face.

The towering rock showed its age, and halfway up, there was an ancient sword, half of its blade embedded in the rock face.

Below this sword was a vast lake, Sword Lake!

Mo Wangchen gazed out, seeing a figure upon the mirror-like surface of the lake.

It was a middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged above the lake, his entire body exuding an aura of Sky-Reaching Sword Qi.

The middle-aged man was none other than the Sword Sect Master, Nangong Mie!

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