Free Web NovelChapter 149: Chapter 149: On Broken Blade Peak
On the mountainside of Broken Blade Peak, Bai Mo noticed several fire-aspected medicinal herbs.
Among them were the raw ingredients for the Fire Marrow Pill; they were unmistakable.
Several gusts of hot, powerful wind carrying a scorched smell whipped past Bai Mo’s brow, making him narrow his eyes reflexively.
The climate was damp and spring-like, so logically, those herbs shouldn’t have been able to grow there.
To be able to maintain this strange micro-ecosystem with just the fiery energy from their training—it was truly impressive!
’Do they really never stop!?’
"Brother Kuang!"
"Haven’t you eaten yet!? Why not come have a couple of drinks with me!"
A burly man strode over with a powerful gait. His eyes swept over the few people practicing their blades, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up as he shouted.
The man, Brother Kuang, only glanced at him once before looking away.
"You’re too kind, Brother. Let’s drink another day!"
As he spoke, he raised the long, wide blade in his hand two inches and swung it down fiercely, the wind from the blade whistling.
The man who had walked over quickly, dressed in trousers and a short jacket, had an impatient, fiery look on his face.
Shui Ziming greeted him.
"Brother Wei."
"This is the Bai Mo I mentioned to you before, Brother Bai."
"Oh?" The man’s eyes lit up, and he immediately took two steps forward.
"My name is Wei Xianxing. Just call me Brother Wei!"
"If we were outside the sect, you could also call me Brother Wei!"
Bai Mo clasped his hands in a formal salute, addressing him in a proper, measured tone.
"Greetings, Brother Wei!"
This brother before him was tall and long-legged, and not only that, his palms and exposed shoulders were visibly covered in thick calluses.
One look was enough to tell he was a veteran cultivator of many years and couldn’t be treated lightly.
Wei Xianxing cleared his throat and pulled a palm-sized booklet from his waist.
He pinched the pages and began to flip through them.
"Brother Bai, when did you join the sect?"
"Do you know much about the various peaks in the sect?"
Bai Mo was slightly taken aback before he replied:
"I joined the sect as a Daoist Child during the Pill Master selection in Celestial Mountain City."
Shui Ziming frowned slightly.
"You didn’t know, Brother Wei?"
Wei Xianxing quickly said:
"Don’t misunderstand, Brother Shui. Brother Bai is someone our peak specifically requested. I wouldn’t have remembered him otherwise."
"It’s just that we’ve been taking in a lot of disciples lately. I’ve been so swamped I haven’t kept track of their backgrounds."
Shui Ziming’s heart stirred with doubt.
’Broken Blade Peak is recruiting disciples on a massive scale?’
Among all the peaks, Broken Blade Peak was famous for its strictness.
No one could enter unless they were exceptionally talented and could endure extreme hardship, or if they possessed some other special strength.
Wei Xianxing sighed.
"There are reasons for this. I’ll explain the details to you later."
With that, he turned to Bai Mo, looking very pleased.
"Brother Bai, have you come today because you’ve already made up your mind to join our Broken Blade Peak?"
"Don’t worry! Our peak will absolutely not treat you unfairly. We won’t let you waste these prime years when you should be advancing bravely and diligently!"
His voice was so forceful and resounding that he nearly pounded his chest to guarantee it.
Bai Mo was a bit baffled. Seeing that Wei Xianxing was about to say more, he quickly coughed to interrupt him.
"To be honest, Brother Wei, I have long heard that Broken Blade Peak is renowned for its martial prowess and valiant fighting spirit."
"My constitution is frail, and I don’t even know if I can withstand the training. So, I’m just here to have a look..."
Wei Xianxing froze.
"You haven’t decided? But Brother Guo..."
He suddenly caught himself.
"Never mind. Brother, is there another peak you’re leaning toward?"
Bai Mo adopted a thoughtful expression.
"I do have a few ideas..."
Wei Xianxing glanced at Shui Ziming and saw him take two steps back, showing he had no intention of interfering with the choice of cultivation path. A smile immediately appeared on Wei Xianxing’s face.
Without waiting for Bai Mo to speak, he stepped forward and slung an arm around his shoulder.
"Brother."
"You’re a Pill Master. I imagine your first choice would be the sect’s Pill Peak, right?"
Bai Mo didn’t hide it and nodded.
"Exactly."
"I imagine the sect’s Alchemy Skill is far more profound, a direct path to the Great Dao. It’s the ultimate destination for us Alchemy Cultivators..."
"Pill Peak is a no-go right now!"
Wei Xianxing declared with an air of complete confidence.
"Brother, do you have a family backing you?"
"Well..." Bai Mo gave a wry smile.
"Before joining the sect, I was just a Loose Cultivator without any connections."
Wei Xianxing’s smile widened.
"Then what about your Alchemy Skill? Does it come from a famous school or a great family?"
Bai Mo shook his head, looking embarrassed.
"It’s just a self-taught, unorthodox style. Nothing impressive."
Wei Xianxing then said, "In that case, Brother, you absolutely cannot go to Pill Peak."
"Right now, that place is full of cliquishness and prejudice. It’s universally detested."
"Don’t think I’m just trying to scare you. You can ask Brother Shui!"
Shui Ziming didn’t speak, but when Bai Mo looked over, he slowly nodded.
Bai Mo’s heart skipped a beat.
"I heard Pill Peak has a good reputation."
Wei Xianxing sneered.
"That was in the past. Ever since the current Peak Master took over... tsk, tsk."
"Even the Pill Pavilion outside looks down on our Pill Masters now, treating them with indifference."
Bai Mo’s brow furrowed.
’I never thought Pill Peak would have such an atmosphere. That means it’s not a good place to go.’
Wei Xianxing let out a dry laugh.
"By the time the higher-ups can’t stand it anymore and replace the Peak Master, who knows how many years will have passed."
"Brother, why don’t you come to my Broken Blade Peak instead? If you come, I have an unusual Pill Book on hand. I was planning to find a good buyer for it, but I can let you take a look first."
As he spoke, he extended his arm, lashing it out like a whip with a loud CRACK.
In a patch of grass not far away, the scraggly weeds clinging to life were instantly shredded, scattering in all directions.
The powerful wind from a cultivator’s swinging blade swept by, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Only then did Bai Mo realize with a shock that even the hidden roots of the weeds had been completely pulverized.
Wei Xianxing said proudly, "On Broken Blade Peak, we don’t just have broad, sweeping killing techniques. We also have insidious moves with daggers hidden in the dark."
"In terms of insidious moves, this ’Two-Stage Force’ of mine is a decent example. For clever people like you, there are even more profound techniques to learn."
Choosing a cultivation path was not a trivial matter.
Shui Ziming suggested, "Why not take Brother Bai for a walk around the mountain?"
Wei Xianxing slapped his forehead.
"I forgot."
With that, he gestured for another junior brother to come over.
"You, stop for a moment. Go put away the weapons sent from Fire Cauldron Peak first."
He explained in a low voice.
"I can’t get away right now. These kids today... they’re not so easy to coax."
"Back in my day, this kind of pitch would have gotten my blood boiling. I would’ve joined the peak on the spot..."
A moment later, the three of them set off.
"I’ll show you the training grounds on the mountain."
Wei Xianxing said.
He didn’t dare lead the two of them too far up the mountain.
That area was where the real experts practiced, and blades and spears had no eyes.
If an ordinary disciple walked up there, a moment of carelessness could get half their head lopped off!
Even so, Bai Mo felt intense heart palpitations from the various training grounds.
The disciples on the mountain used true killing techniques in their practice, unstinting in their consumption of Spiritual Qi, creating an oppressive, murderous aura that permeated the air.
"So? Are the men of my Broken Blade Peak magnificent or what?"
Wei Xianxing boomed, full of pride.
Bai Mo nodded in amazement.
To be honest, it was the first time he had ever seen so many robust, powerful men gathered in one place.
Steam rose from their sweaty bodies, their skin was flushed red, and their twitching muscles pulsed with a dangerous energy.
The Cultivators of the Demon Hunting Teams in Immortal Arrival City followed many different paths; it would be difficult to gather so many powerful men like this.
"After all these years, Broken Blade Peak hasn’t changed a bit."
Shui Ziming commented.
He quite liked this atmosphere of down-to-earth, diligent cultivation.
Wei Xianxing swatted away a flying pebble.
"But the deacons are a little worried. They always feel like something isn’t right."
"They’re trying to find disciples with quick minds to practice the peak’s hidden trump-card Cultivation Techniques."
He sighed.
"Looks like they’ve grown tired of us rough brutes."
