Chapter 123 Xianwu Mountain

Three days passed in a flash. Every day Wang Xuan either strengthened his body and practiced martial arts, or had a date with Ling Ling to have dinner and watch movies together.

He was not in a hurry to improve his cultivation because he had not yet obtained the inheritance of Xianwu Mountain. Once he became a true disciple, he would be able to receive the superior skills.

That is the core skill he needs to study.

After passing the body refining stage, before reaching the innate stage, one needs to choose one's own path, with different focuses and different directions of practice.

This is more like choosing a major in the college entrance examination, which requires careful consideration, and he cannot make a decision lightly. Although he can change his status before becoming a terrestrial immortal, it will take a lot of effort to change his mind, which is equivalent to starting over.

What's more, his cultivation level is improving too fast, he needs to calm down a bit and master these powers in order to exert stronger combat power.

While meditating and cultivating his energy in the martial arts hall, Wang Xuan finally saw He Laoliu, followed by Lin Xiyue, Chen Qingniu and Zhou Wu.

"Mr. He." Wang Xuan bowed respectfully.

He Laoliu nodded: "Come back to Xianwu Mountain with me today."

He waved his sleeves, and the power of immortality enveloped everyone. The surrounding space began to distort and became blurred.

When Wang Xuan saw the surrounding environment clearly, he found that this was no longer the Xianwu Battle Hall, but a mountain that he could not see the bottom at all. The air was filled with rich spiritual energy, and he felt light and healthy after taking a breath.

"Is this the Xianwu Mountain?" Wang Xuan only saw an endless sea of ​​clouds. The mountain was too high and the scenery was obscured by the clouds.

Zhou Wu said: "This belongs to the sphere of influence of Xianwu Mountain. There is only one Xianwu Mountain, which is the mountain where our master, Wuxian, lives and where he founded his sect.

As the disciples spread out, nine mountain peaks rose up around Xianwu Mountain, forming a situation of a group of dragons guarding Xianwu Mountain.

This mountain is called Hefang Mountain, and it guards the fifth of the nine meridians, and belongs to Master."

“Once you have established your status, you will also have a mountain of your own, and everything in the mountain will be under your control.” He Laoliu pointed, and the sea of ​​clouds dispersed, revealing a mountain peak, and the waves of the bamboo sea could be seen.

Wang Xuan nodded, and understood the general structure of Xianwu Mountain. Wuxian's direct disciples were nine people in the first generation, forming nine lineages.

The fifth disciple is He Fang's master, and also Wang Xuan's future master. He Fang is ranked sixth, and he will become He Fang's seventh disciple.

By this calculation, He Fang had dozens of peers, at least sixty or seventy if not eighty. As for Wang Xuan's peers, there were probably five or six hundred disciples in the third generation.

"Lao Wu, go and make the arrangements. You know the procedures well. Qingniu, you can take Wang Xuan with you to look around the mountain."

After He Laoliu finished speaking, his figure disappeared. He had a lot of things to do in the disciple-recruiting ceremony.

"When Qingniu and I joined the sect, it was Third Senior Brother who took care of everything for us. Now it's my turn to take care of everything for my younger Junior Brother." Zhou Wu smiled and flew away.

Wang Xuan looked at Chen Qingniu looking at Lin Xiyue who was floating away. This guy probably didn't hear what his master said.

With a cough, Wang Xuan tugged at Chen Qingniu's sleeve and said, "Don't look, the senior sister has floated away."

"Alas, it will be difficult to see my senior sister in the future." Chen Qingniu couldn't help but sigh. He heard that my senior sister hardly ever left her house and could stay at her own mountain for several years without any problem. Chen Qingniu knew more about the layout of Hefang Mountain than Wang Xuan, so he took Wang Xuan for a stroll.

“Xianwu Mountain is one thousand feet high and has never changed since the founding of the sect. The Nine Veins were only seven or eight hundred feet high at the beginning. As the cultivation of each generation of disciples increased, the mountain top continued to rise and is now more than nine hundred feet high.

The Hefang Mountain under our feet is now more than 800 feet high. If Master breaks through to the Taixu realm one day, it will rise to 900 feet. "

Among the second-generation disciples, He Laoliu could definitely be ranked in the top five. This was due to his super-star level cultivation, which even allowed him to fight across levels.

"Is it so high? No wonder it's so cold on the top of the mountain. Looking down, we can only see the sea of ​​clouds." Wang Xuan said, "Then the tops of the mountains of the eldest, second and third senior brothers are 700, 600 and 500 feet high?"

"Yes, the cultivation base of these three senior brothers is already quite high. The fourth senior sister's hill is over there, and it is also nearly five hundred feet high." Chen Qingniu said.

Seven hundred to nine hundred feet is the realm of true immortals, four hundred to six hundred feet is the realm of celestial immortals.

"What about your mountain?" Wang Xuan couldn't help but ask.

Chen Qingniu's face froze, as if he had been asked about a sore spot, and he said unhappily, "Just a hundred feet."

This height is really short among the mountains of Xianwu Mountain, and it is even embarrassing to say it out loud.

"It's so low, there won't be much scenery to see." Wang Xuan said.

"Don't laugh at others who are only fifty steps away. The hill you own is not even a hundred feet high, but only ninety-nine feet high." Chen Qingniu said contemptuously.

All true disciples who have not reached the Earthly Immortal realm have mountains of this height, the number ninety-nine.

"He's only ten feet taller, but I feel like you're a little proud of yourself. Don't look down on others." Wang Xuan said.

"Everyone below a hundred feet is a mortal!" Chen Qingniu snorted.

But after only a few seconds of being so cold, he couldn't hold back any longer: "Forget it, I won't joke with you anymore. I'll take you to see Hefang Mountain. Although it's just a mountain, it's really big. There are even space formations in some places.

Each area is divided into different areas. Some places cannot be entered without permission, otherwise you will be in trouble. Let me talk to you about it."

His relationship with Wang Xuan was originally considered very good, and now as the sixth and seventh disciples, it was even better, so he could joke around without restraint.

"Let's go. We're going to live here from now on. I'm really looking forward to it." Wang Xuan stretched lazily.

There is an endless sea of ​​clouds and a very high mountain. On the mountain there lives a person who is immortal and can move mountains and seas. Such a person is called an immortal.

"I want to become an immortal! A very tall immortal!" Wang Xuan shouted loudly, and his voice drifted away with the sea of ​​clouds.

Then he laughed loudly. At this moment, he was so carefree.

(End of this chapter)