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"This is what they call the Holy Mountain. The old man really lives up there; he truly is a master, and this is indeed quite high."
Bu Yang stared with his mouth agape at the massive stone pillar that pierced the clouds, feeling a deep sense of awe within.
"Master, this is not just the Holy Mountain; it is also the core of the entire imperial city's formation. The activation of the national protective formation relies entirely on the immense energy provided by this Holy Mountain." Ivan, noticing that Bu Yang seemed unaware of the significance of the Holy Mountain, quickly interjected to share his knowledge.
"Of course, everyone knows this. If you know it, do you think I wouldn't? I was merely expressing my feelings just now." Hearing Ivan's well-meaning reminder, Bu Yang rolled his eyes and kicked him away, wearing an expression that said he already knew.
"Ah, Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have used my little bit of knowledge to speculate about your vast wisdom," Ivan said as he was kicked off his seat, half of his body dangling out of the carriage window. He hurriedly crawled back in while explaining.
Locke found it amusing from the side. He intended to pull Ivan back but was surprised when Bu Yang's kick sent Ivan flying out of the carriage. Poor Ivan could still faintly hear Bu Yang's annoyed curses as he was ejected.
"What a jerk! Is he mocking me or what?"
The carriage moved swiftly, and Ivan ran after it, shouting as they gradually approached the Inner River Bridge at the outskirts of the Holy Mountain.
Here, there were no buildings in sight; all that surrounded them was open space. The Pillar of Heaven stood tall ahead, resembling a giant finger descending from the clouds—majestic and awe-inspiring.
"Wow, this Fellow is so high and so big! How are we supposed to get up there?" Bu Yang jumped down from the carriage and gazed at the towering pillar, mumbling in confusion.
Upon closer inspection of the Holy Mountain, he realized there was no direct path to the summit. The Pillar of Heaven rose straight up with no place to land; how could they possibly climb it? Bu Yang felt a bit dumbfounded—did they need to take a helicopter or transform into birdmen?
"Aha! Master, I know you must be testing me. This is common knowledge; you must be aware of it. But I'm not foolish either—I know that as long as we get close to the Holy Mountain and are guided by the Guardian of the Nation, we can ascend," Ivan chimed in again with a smile, having learned to flatter Bu Yang while alleviating his worries.
"Well, this is quite good of you. Although this is common knowledge, as the master, I still need to test you from time to time." With an air of authority, he looked at Ivan with approval, causing Ivan to nod eagerly and express his gratitude for the master's guidance.
As the three of them chatted and laughed, they gradually approached the Inner River Bridge. This bridge was extremely wide; although there was water beneath it, it was shrouded in thick mist, allowing only the sound of flowing water to be heard while the rippling waves remained unseen.
At the head of the Inner River Bridge, there was a silvery barrier that shielded the area. Looking through this barrier at the towering Holy Mountain added an extra layer of sanctity and majesty.
"This barrier is also part of the capital's formation, serving as the outermost protective layer for the Holy Mountain. Without Lord Lange's permission, anyone who approaches this Light Barrier will be severely injured and thrown back. If someone dares to force their way through, they will undoubtedly die if they are below High-Level. Even a High-Level Giant would find themselves trapped and unable to escape once inside this formation."
Gazing at the silvery barrier that resembled a curtain, Locke smiled and explained.
"Let's go. Given that old man's strength, he should have sensed our arrival by now. We can just head in directly."
Bu Wei nodded and led the way toward the barrier at the bridgehead, with Ivan hurriedly following behind. Locke smiled as he stepped forward to keep pace.
It felt like passing through a layer of water; the sensation was icy as their figures merged into the silvery barrier, creating ripples that spread outward.
Once they crossed to the other side of the barrier, before Bu Wei could steady himself, a pulling force suddenly surged from the towering Holy Mountain above. He felt a stir within him but did not resist; instead, he allowed this force to wrap around him, lifting his body high into the air as he soared toward the summit of Holy Mountain.
Below him, Locke and Ivan were also pulled along in pursuit, enjoying the thrill of soaring through the sky.
The sound of rushing wind filled their ears as their hair danced enticingly in their eyes.
The higher they flew, the more intense a tremendous pressure mixed with a violent Energy Cyclone became. Bu Wei remained unfazed under such pressure, while Locke and Ivan turned pale, gritting their teeth to endure it as their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
"Truly worthy of being the core of the capital's protective formation. This towering Holy Mountain appears to be constructed merely from ordinary stones; however, within it lies some profound mystery that faintly emanates a pressure comparable to that of a High-Level Giant. Though this pressure is not overwhelming, one can imagine that if it were fully unleashed, it could instantly injure me."
As they ascended further, Bu Wei had already passed through several layers of clouds. The high-altitude winds howled incessantly, obscuring their vision with mist. If they continued to rise like this, they might even reach the height of that Spatial Teleportation Array in the sky from that day.
As he was deep in thought, the pulling force that enveloped him suddenly began to weaken. At the same time, a building shrouded in mist appeared faintly at the top of Holy Mountain.
"This old man is really peculiar, living in such a high place. People with acrophobia wouldn't be able to survive here."
With a step into the void, he transformed into wind and ascended to the summit of Holy Mountain.
Turning around, he found that both Ivan and Locke had vanished. He was momentarily taken aback, but soon sensed their presence below, stationary in a certain location. He relaxed, realizing that the old man Lange did not intend to meet them, so he had placed them elsewhere on Holy Mountain.
"Since you’re up here, why don’t you come over?" A frail voice drifted from the mist-covered building nearby.
"That old turtle is still hiding in his shell," he muttered with a shrug before slowly making his way toward the building.
As he walked, the mist wrapped around him, and with each step, he felt as if he were parting the clouds to see the moonlight. Before him stood an ancient pavilion with red bricks and green tiles. It was not tall and did not appear grand or luxurious; instead, it gave off a serene feeling of harmony between man, mountain, and building.
Arriving at the front door of the pavilion, this tranquil atmosphere intensified, calming his mind and softening his expression. He smiled and stepped inside.
Upon entering the main hall, he immediately spotted Lange leisurely brewing tea.
The old man looked just as he always did, dressed in gray. Turning to look at him with a warm smile, he nodded and said gently, "Come, sit down and try the tea I made."
Such a simple and plain statement gave him an odd illusion that this elder before him was not the formidable Guardian Martial Saint of Crook Duchy but rather a kindly neighbor living a simple and peaceful life like any common person.
After a while, he snapped back to reality, touched his nose, and walked over to sit across from Lange, quietly observing as the old man skillfully handled the tea utensils.
A rich and refreshing aroma of tea wafted through the air with the rising steam. Just a light sniff made him feel as if he had consumed a miraculous elixir; his mind cleared up instantly, and even the fourteenth acupoint within him that had yet to be opened throbbed with a tingling sensation.
"What kind of tea is this?" Bu Shuang's eyes suddenly sparkled with brightness as he felt a surge of excitement watching Lange lightly raise his finger. A crystal-clear stream flowed from the teapot into the cup, filling the air with fragrance.
"Come, have a taste."
Lange raised his hand, and the teacup flew to Step. The snake-patterned jade cup looked incredibly pleasing to the eye, with tea rising three millimeters above the rim without spilling. Bu Qing lightly extended two fingers to take it, focusing intently on the cup.
"Spirit Mist Tea: Type: Beverage. Effect: Varies by individual; drinking it clears the mind and enhances vision, capable of countering years of hardship in cultivation. Description: Three cups can lighten the weight of five mountains."
"Good tea!" Before Step even took a sip, he exclaimed in delight, his eyes shining. Without any pretense of savoring it, he downed the entire cup in one go, chewing it as if it were a flower, which made Lange chuckle in disbelief.
This Spirit Mist Tea had just been boiled to a rolling heat, yet at the moment it entered Step's mouth, he felt as if he were in a snowy landscape, every pore tightening. But in the next instant, as the tea slid down into his stomach, it felt like fire and steam rising, instantly causing all his tightened pores to burst open, providing an exhilarating sensation akin to a sauna.
Step's complexion suddenly flushed red, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and wisps of vapor even rose from his head. He held back a breath of hot air tightly, not allowing the essence of the spirit tea to escape.
The fourteenth acupoint within him resonated loudly; under the furnace-like heat rising around him, barriers shattered with a thunderous sound. The energy surged through him like a raging river, crashing past the fourteenth acupoint. After swirling around once inside, it surged forth again along his meridians, mixed with the steaming warmth contained within the spirit tea, rushing toward the fifteenth acupoint.
This scene fell into Lange's eyes, making his smile grow wider, tinged with a hint of admiration.
He was well aware of the powerful effects of Spirit Mist Tea. For martial artists at his level, it might seem trivial; however, for someone like Step who was only at Mid-Level strength, it was akin to a miraculous elixir. Yet fully absorbing the energy contained within this spirit tea was no easy task; it required a solid foundation in martial arts and varied according to one's physique—far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.
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