Chapter 41: The Heaven-Watching Mirror!

He glanced sidelong along the line of sight, and Chao San's wicked yet youthful face entered Lu Qingyang's view.

The newcomer was none other than his cross-eyed Senior Brother.

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Lu Qingyang put away his flying sword and bowed.

Though Lu Qingyang was somewhat uncomfortable with the way Chao San looked at people sideways.

But after several encounters, he had realized his Senior Brother just seemed to have this problem…

"Hm, go on then, what level of Foundation Establishment?"

"Sixth level."

"Oh, mid-grade Foundation Establishment. You're the worst talent on my Sun-Moon Peak."

Chao San pursed his lips, his gaze turning even more slanted.

Hearing this, Lu Qingyang grew a little curious too.

"Then may I ask what level of Foundation Establishment Senior Brother is?"

"Me? So-so, eighth level Foundation Establishment."

Chao San made a gesture, waving it in front of Lu Qingyang's face, quite pleased with himself.

Yet Lu Qingyang only nodded silently. "Eighth level Foundation Establishment. Truly stronger than me."

"You…"

The smile on Chao San's face stiffened, and he gave a cold snort.

"Hmph, enough. Since you've already established your foundation, you should go pay respects to Master and inform the Three Peaks."

"My Sect Master Bureau has gained another member. It's about time to knock some sense into those fellows."

With that, Chao San summoned his frost-white flying sword, rose on his sword, and prepared to streak toward the summit of Sun-Moon Peak.

But glancing back, he found Lu Qingyang still standing in place.

"Um… Senior Brother, I haven't yet cultivated the Sword-Commanding Art…"

Lu Qingyang rubbed his hands awkwardly.

He had just established his foundation and hadn't yet had time to cultivate second-tier spell arts, so he couldn't fly on a sword.

Hearing this, Chao San was instantly delighted and turned back.

"Hahahaha… you don't know the Sword-Commanding Art?"

Chao San laughed as he walked over and clapped Lu Qingyang on the shoulder.

"Junior Brother, let me tell you, back when I hadn't even established my foundation, I could already fly on a sword…"

"Master praised my divine sense as the strongest in a century."

Listening to the other's boasting.

Lu Qingyang was speechless inwardly, yet also surprised by Chao San's talent.

My Senior Brother looks young, but his cultivation is remarkably deep.

To fly on a sword before even reaching Foundation Establishment, truly a heaven-defying talent… Could it be that everyone on Sun-Moon Peak is a prodigy or a monster?

At this thought, Lu Qingyang couldn't help but glance sideways at Chao San.

He quietly leapt onto the flying sword.

Seeing this, Chao San burst out laughing again.

The two of them headed toward the summit of Sun-Moon Peak, one behind the other.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the summit hall.

Within the hall, Wei Xian still stood with his back turned.

Lu Qingyang looked from afar, his expression slightly odd.

He had just arrived before the hall and clearly noticed his Master was facing the entrance.

But as if sensing the two of them approaching, he had actually turned back around before they even landed.

Leaving them a lone, desolate silhouette…

"Greetings, Master!"

Chao San bowed respectfully and tugged Lu Qingyang along.

Lu Qingyang snapped back to his senses and also bent to cup his hands in salute.

"Hm… oh, you've established your foundation?"

Wei Xian turned around, as majestic and indifferent as ever.

His slowly turning figure, under the sunlight, revealed a hint of loneliness and solitude, making Lu Qingyang's heart twitch involuntarily.

He had figured it out.

This guy was doing it on purpose!

So even a Golden Core True Monarch loves posing?

No, I mean, it's cool and all, but there's no need to be so deliberate about it…

Lu Qingyang sighed inwardly.

He could see it now. Everyone on Sun-Moon Peak, from top to bottom, was abnormal!

A cross-eyed Senior Brother paired with a back-turned Master… He just wondered what hobby that legendary Little Martial-Uncle had.

Lu Qingyang forced down his twitching eyelid and cupped his fists.

"Yes, Master. But this disciple is incompetent and only established a mid-grade Dao Foundation."

"Oh, barely passable."

Wei Xian's voice betrayed no emotion.

"But since you've established your foundation, you should inform the Three Peaks, to demonstrate the flourishing of my Sun-Moon Peak."

With that, Wei Xian formed hand seals with one hand, condensing several streaks of flowing light that shot out of the hall.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Before long, several crisp sounds of Skyrend echoed across the summit.

Then, one after another, men and women in purple robes arrived on the wind, stopping before the main hall of Sun-Moon Peak.

Every one of them had an aura that was far from weak.

Without question, all who came were Golden Core True Monarchs!

Among them, Lu Qingyang even recognized a few familiar faces.

That one is Flame Grass Peak Lord Wang Tiande and Sword Ridge Peak Lord Zhao Kui.

Lu Qingyang silently noted them, then looked toward the other two.

A middle-aged cultivator holding a white fan.

A thin old man with white hair and a youthful face.

The other was a female cultivator, tall and straight, with a frosty expression, eyes like cold stars, sword-like brows full of martial valor, and an extraordinary bearing.

The one with the white fan is the Director of the Spell Art Bureau, Song He, Patriarch of the second greatest family of Flame Grass Peak.

The old man beside him is the Director of the War Execution Bureau, Lin Longxiang, also Patriarch of the second greatest family of Sword Ridge Peak.

And that one? Who is that female cultivator?

Listening to Chao San's whispered introductions, Lu Qingyang couldn't help but be curious.

"That one? That's the Director of the Law Enforcement Bureau, Gong Yao, also from Sword Ridge Peak."

"Kid, keep your eyes sharp. These few are the heads of the Five Great Inner Gate Families of my Chaotian Sect."

"You'll be dealing with them plenty in the future."

Chao San spoke in a low voice, his eyes gleaming.

It seems these few are the decision-makers of the Chaotian Sect…

Lu Qingyang's gaze swept over the group outside the hall.

Once the group entered the hall, Lu Qingyang looked toward Wei Xian, only to find the other had somehow already turned his back again…

…

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Within the hall, everyone uniformly cupped their hands toward Wei Xian.

But received no response.

Only after a long while did Wei Xian slowly turn sideways, letting the sunlight fall upon him at a perfect angle.

"You may dispense with the formalities."

Wei Xian's voice remained calm, betraying no ripple of emotion.

"I summoned you here to announce that my Sun-Moon Peak's new disciple, Lu Qingyang, has successfully established his foundation."

"Therefore, from today onward, Lu Qingyang is a Second Generation disciple of my Chaotian Sect's Sun-Moon Peak, titled True Person Qingyang, and appointed to the Chaotian Sect's Sect Master Bureau as Vice Bureau Chief."

The moment Wei Xian's words fell, the entire hall fell into a brief silence.

Wang Tiande and Zhao Kui looked at Lu Qingyang with complicated expressions.

After all, Lu Qingyang had once nearly become a disciple of their peaks.

It was just a pity he had ultimately been snatched away by Sun-Moon Peak.

But now…

Since Lu Qingyang had already become one of Sun-Moon Peak's people, their stance would have to be different.

"Sect Master, may I ask whether the Family Background of this True Person Qingyang has been investigated?"

The white-haired, youthful-faced Lin Longxiang was the first to speak.

"Indeed. Sun-Moon Peak is the pillar of our sect. Accepting disciples must be done prudently."

"By convention, three generations of family circumstances must be investigated. After all, the acting Sect Masters of my Chaotian Sect all come from Sun-Moon Peak…"

Song He, holding the white fan, gave a light cough and added.

Especially after his latter words came out, the way everyone in the hall looked at Wei Xian visibly changed.

Lu Qingyang could see it now too.

Sun-Moon Peak's acceptance of disciples seemed to pose a serious threat to the other two peaks…

Yet Wei Xian's expression remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard at all.

"Chao San."

"This disciple is here."

Chao San bowed.

"Request the Heaven-Watching Mirror. Trace your Junior Brother's three generations of family circumstances, and let these True Monarchs see clearly."

Wei Xian's tone was level, yet carried an inexplicable pressure…