C69 (1/2)

For the past two days, the surrounding area of the Green Spirit Peak had been extremely calm. Aside from the time when Lee Lingfeng was giving orders from the Sect Master, who had gone to the bamboo forest at the bottom of the mountain, only that Purple Bamboo Peak Faction disciple, Zhao Zirou, had come by.

seemed to be cultivating in seclusion. He was originally a cultivation madman amongst the younger generation of Taixuan Sect.

He seemed to not know that Zhao Zirou had come here before.

Time passed by as he cultivated, and soon, it was the third day. On the morning of the third day, a ray of light appeared in the eastern sky, and the door to the cave in Green Spirit Peak opened.

Gu Fei walked out slowly. Dressed in white, with his long hair simply tied behind his head with a ribbon, he did not have a handsome face.

He looked up at the sky, then headed down the mountain. A faint mist lingered over the mountain. On the small path, the leaves on both sides of the road still had crystal clear dewdrops hanging off them.

As Gu Fei walked along the small mountain path, waves of cool air assaulted his nose.

An hour later, a white figure arrived at the Purple Bamboo Peak. At this time, the eastern horizon started to turn white, and the darkness shrouding the entire world started to be dispersed by the light.

In a beautiful and beautiful little valley, there was a small house made of purple bamboo. The reason Purple Bamboo Peak was called Purple Bamboo Peak was because there was a type of purple bamboo growing on the mountain peak.

This kind of bamboo wasn't something rare, but it was extremely hard. Ordinary swords and sabers would find it hard to slash this kind of bamboo in the slightest. Most of the disciples in Purple Bamboo Peak liked to use this kind of bamboo to build cultivation areas, because this kind of bamboo was very sturdy.

Gu Fei silently walked into the small valley, and arrived in front of the small purple bamboo house.

He could clearly feel a rhythmic mana fluctuation coming from inside the house. That person was cultivating inside, but it seemed that he did not sense his arrival.

Gu Fei stood outside the door for a long time, until the sun rose from below the mountains to the east, and hung there like a red disk in the sky. He raised his head to look at the sky, and knew that he could not wait any longer, he took out a small box from his chest pocket and gently placed it on the ground in front of the door.

He did not want to alarm the people who were cultivating in the small room. After placing the small box in front of the door, he turned around and left.

Just as Gu Fei's figure disappeared at the entrance of the valley, a green figure silently appeared in front of the small hut. This person appeared like a gust of wind, leaving no trace behind.

This was a middle-aged woman wearing a green robe. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her face looked like a lotus. Her eyebrows were light and elegant, and her charm was extraordinary. When she was young, she was definitely a devastatingly beautiful woman.

This person was precisely Zhao Zirou's Master, Yan Xingyun. She glanced in the direction Gu Fei disappeared in, then looked at the small box on the ground before the door of the hut. The expression on her face became somewhat strange.

Then, Yan Xingyun's figure flashed and disappeared from the little house. It was as if he had never been there.

Within the Taixuan Hall, Taoist Xuan Tian and Head of Seven Branch Veins were all seated, and within the palace stood nine youths. These nine people, were among the top ten young experts that stood out during the Nine Veins Conference.

”Why isn't that Gu Fei here yet!” Lee Lingfeng could not help but look outside the hall. Seeing that it was already late, he became a little anxious.

As the most outstanding young disciple of the Sect Master's first generation, Lee Lingfeng had long known why the Sect Master's Grandmaster had summoned the top ten young disciples of the Nine Veins Meeting.

This was a once in a hundred years experience that only two sixty-year-olds could have, and it should have been the top ten disciples that had won this year's Nine Veins Association competition!