I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 645 Visiting to Return the Scriptures

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying reached their destination, then entered the deep mountains.

In the depths of the mountains, seven streams surrounded them, cloud-covered peaks were obscured by mist, faint glows of dawn light were seen, with Cloud Valley lingering perpetually on the left, and Stone Peak piercing the sky on the right. In the sky, birds soared, while on the ground, deer and monkeys rested. Occasionally, waves of sword Qi stirred the clouds and wind, while beams of sword light darted back and forth, illuminating the sky and pervading the earth, as if the residence of immortals.

Truly a renowned location where sword immortals frequently dwell and sword heroes appear.

Feiyu Mountain!

"Another secluded sect, so far from the official road, it requires dozens of miles of mountain trails." Lu Zheng eased his horse's reins and sighed.

As Lu Zheng spoke, he was manipulating the Cloud Qi within his body, his White Cloud True Qi surging, forming a substantial cloud cluster atop his head.

"White Cloud Temple Outer Disciple Lu Zheng, with my wife of the Shen Family, respectfully visits the mountain."

Lu Zheng's voice wasn't loud, nor did he deliberately send it out, yet surely those meant to hear must have heard.

Lu Zheng demonstrated profound cultivation, and sure enough, on the opposing mountain, a beam of sword light suddenly shot up, swift as an arrow leaving the bowstring, instantly arriving nearby. The sword light landed, revealing a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man wore hemp clothing, had a slight beard beneath his chin, eyebrows like swords, and eyes glowing with light.

"Feiyu Mountain's Zheng Boxian, greetings to Young Master Lu and your esteemed wife!" Zheng Boxian cupped his hands in salutation.

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying dismounted to greet him, their demeanor graceful and poised, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zheng!"

"Please, both of you!" Zheng Boxian gestured invitingly.

"Thank you!" Lu Zheng and Shen Ying expressed gratitude, secured their horses at the mountain's foot, then followed him uphill.

Upon this first meeting, Lu Zheng and Shen Ying, to show politeness and respect, did not fly but walked the mountain trail earnestly.

At their level of status, saving such a small amount of time was not urgent; rather, the attitude was most important. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Clearly, as a master from the more potent White Cloud Temple, Lu Zheng's politeness and respect greatly satisfied Zheng Boxian, who, while guiding them, maintained a perpetual smile, introducing Feiyu Mountain's scenery.

"Strange peaks and peculiar rocks, refined and unique, endlessly shrouded in cloud and mist, with stone peaks resembling swords, Feiyu Mountain truly found an Immortal Residence!"

Feiyu Mountain comprises over a hundred disciples, nearly all living on both the mountain and in its valleys, though deep in the mountains, it is not primitive at all. There are fields crisscrossing each other, and residences are serene and elegant.

Following Zheng Boxian, Lu Zheng also saw scattered Feiyu Mountain disciples, but no servants.

Zheng Boxian explained, "Feiyu Mountain disciples do everything themselves, there are no menial workers."

Lu Zheng nodded to show understanding, each sect has its own way of life.

It's worth noting, even at White Cloud Temple and Jinhua Sect, there are servants like Firework Daoists doing menial tasks, given some Body Building Techniques, counted as menial disciples.

These menial disciples, with insufficient talent and low status in the sect, are taught some Body Building Techniques or Talisman Painting Techniques. By the time they age and leave the mountain, they're somewhat skilled and fare well back home, supported by White Cloud Temple.

So, every few years, dozens of slots for menial disciples at White Cloud Temple are highly coveted.

But Feiyu Mountain is different, clearly expecting disciples to be self-sufficient, demanding they do everything themselves, from farming to cooking, repairing to mending clothes, uncertain if it's a form of cultivation or simply lacking funds to employ others.

Ahem!

Greeting the disciples they passed, Jingzhou, with plentiful mountains and waters, indeed nurtures people well; Feiyu Mountain disciples, both handsome men and beautiful women, seem like an idol training camp, along with a majestic aura from sword practice, set up a camera and they could live-stream directly.

Hmm, Lu Zheng nodded, Feiyu Mountain isn't very friendly to ordinary people, not the kind of place you can visit often, somewhat overwhelming.

While contemplating, Lu Zheng accompanied Zheng Boxian to Feiyu Mountain's main peak, halfway up the mountain, to the Sect Main Hall.

Upon entering the main hall, a lady dressed in an apricot yellow smoke cage with a hundred flowers watered skirt and wearing a Ningbi Small Sword Golden Jade Hairpin rose to greet them.

She appeared to be in her thirties, but with dignified features and gentle eyes, her temperament warm and gentle, like a neighborly elder sister.

"White Cloud Temple Outer Disciple Lu Zheng, greetings to Fairy Han Jian!"

"Peach Blossom Shen Ying, greetings to Fairy Han Jian!"

This lady was none other than the current Sect Leader of Feiyu Mountain Sword Sect, Fairy Han Jian.

Fairy Han Jian nodded with a smile, "White Cloud Temple thrives with prosperity, with promising successors."

As a junior, Lu Zheng originally wasn't qualified to meet Fairy Han Jian directly. When he visited Jinhua Sect previously, he only met some elders managing logistics.

However, circumstances have changed; Lu Zheng's cultivation has rapidly progressed, his Dao Practice surpassing even the elder disciples of Feiyu Mountain, naturally qualifying him for Fairy Han Jian's personal audience.

"Please, be seated."

"Thank you, Fairy Han Jian!"

Lu Zheng and Shen Ying greeted the two accompanying elders alongside Fairy Han Jian, then took their seats, thanked a disciple serving tea.

No need to beat around the bush, Lu Zheng sipped the tea, praised it, and went straight to the point.

"In the past, I accidentally acquired a piece of silk in the Netherworld, inscribed with the 'Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture'. At that time, lacking skill, I was tempted, so I immediately cultivated after obtaining the sword scripture, luckily only trained myself without passing it to others."

Lu Zheng explained the backstory, continuing, "Later, upon meeting Cloud Ascending Mountain disciple Yan Hongxia, I learned it was Feiyu Mountain's legacy. Naturally, I should have come immediately, but then, as I lacked skill and cultivation, I didn't make the journey.

Now, I've gained some measure of self-defense ability, hence, accompanied by my wife, returning the scripture to honor the mountain, and to experience firsthand the grandeur of the sword cultivator sect."

"Young Master Lu is courteous, White Cloud Temple is a grand Daoist sect, its Innate Cloud Qi renowned, and White Cloud Grotto Heaven abundant with Spiritual Qi. How can Feiyu Mountain, of humble size and mere establishment, compare?" Elder Xue Zhen said humbly.

"Elder Xue speaks too modestly; Feiyu Mountain is famed for the Three Feathers and Seven Radiants and Ten Divine Swords, how can such greatness be considered humble?" Lu Zheng laughed, "Only upon ascending the mountain today, did I realize its reputation is well-deserved, stone peaks like swords, immortal aura swirling, worthy of the name 'Feathered Ascent at Dawn'."

Lu Zheng, while at White Cloud Temple, had reviewed intelligence on Feiyu Mountain, commercially exchanging flattery. He definitely struck the right chord.

The Three Feathers and Seven Radiants, and Ten Sword Cultivators, were figures from several generations of Feiyu Mountain, commanding the sword world in exorcising demons, indeed legendary. Later, they secluded in Feiyu Mountain's rear mountains, rarely appearing in the mortal realm.

After speaking, Lu Zheng took out a wooden box from his chest, gently placing it on the table, casually opening it, revealing a silk handkerchief; this was the original 'Feiyu Riding the Dawn Sword Scripture' he acquired years ago.

Fairy Han Jian stretched out her hand slightly, bringing the silk handkerchief into her grasp, unfolding it, she nodded, her expression turned melancholic.

Seeing Fairy Han Jian's expression, Zheng Boxian's gaze shifted, hesitantly inquired, "Sect Leader, isn't this scripture…"

Fairy Han Jian sighed, "It's Junior Sister Guo's silk handkerchief."