Chapter 133: Reorganizing the Sect

What a night!

That night, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the summit of Zhuo Peak. His powerful divine sense surged forth from the golden lake between his eyebrows, constantly searching the mountain. Unfortunately, he didn't sense anything unusual about Zhuo Peak. If the entire main peak was indeed a scripture, it completely baffled him, feeling very mysterious and abstruse.

As the night deepened and silence fell, the Star Peak ahead became even more brilliant. Star-light showered down everywhere, pure white and translucent, as if auspicious snow was fluttering or white jade was descending, making one feel a vast surge of stellar power. Ye Fan gasped.

Ye Fan drew a sharp breath. Such a legacy was truly miraculous. So much stellar energy gathered together, shining brightly; if it nourished the body over a long period, it would certainly yield unimaginable benefits.

This made him feel a bit envious. Such a cultivation method had unique aspects; no wonder the Tai Xuan Sect had stood strong for ten thousand years. Its one hundred and eight main peaks were truly extraordinary.

Ye Fan cast aside his thoughts and began to cultivate the Dao Scripture. He was constantly improving his cultivation, never wasting a moment.

His heart gradually quieted down. The Dao Scripture was a top-tier mental cultivation method for cultivating the Wheel Sea realm; at least in the Eastern Wasteland, no ancient scripture could surpass it.

He didn't finish his cultivation until midnight. He murmured, "Once I complete my cultivation in the Wheel Sea realm, I'll need to start preparing for the mental cultivation method of the Dao Palace realm. I wonder when I'll be able to go to the Sacred Land of Jade Lake."

He held no hope for the Void Scripture. Legend had it that the ancient scripture of the Sacred Land of Jade Lake was the strongest mental cultivation method for cultivating the Dao Palace realm, and that was the method he most desired.

Ye Fan's mind was at peace, and he drifted off to sleep. As moonlight poured down, he lay sideways on a bluestone, enveloped by a thin mist, appearing ethereal and unworldly.

Joining Zhuo Peak had one advantage: Elder Li Ruoyu, the sole resident of the peak, had no time or inclination to investigate Ye Fan's past. If he had joined any other main peak, his identity and origins would likely have been scrutinized thoroughly, like transparent water.

The next day, Ye Fan began to explore Zhuo Peak. He searched the entire mountain but found not a single spiritual herb or root; it was no different from a desolate wilderness. *Flap, flap.*

Several ominous crows cawed loudly, flying up from a dead, ancient tree, making this silent place appear even more desolate.

He truly found it hard to imagine that such a desolate place could be a main peak of the Tai Xuan Sect, representing a powerful legacy.

At noon, he returned to the mountain top. The dilapidated temple had half-human-height mugwort growing in its courtyard, and a wild rabbit darted out from it. This left him quite speechless. *Thud.*

He picked up a stone and threw it; the wild rabbit fell instantly. A bonfire was lit, and soon the aroma of roasting meat wafted through the air. The rabbit meat was roasted golden-brown and glistening with oil, which dripped into the fire, making sizzling sounds. "Zhuo Peak," Ye Fan murmured to himself, "withered vines, dead trees, old crows nesting, ancient palaces, wild rabbits scurrying... truly..."

In the dilapidated temple in the distance, Elder Li Ruoyu glanced at him, but didn't pay much attention. He closed his eyes, becoming as silent as a withered log.

Just then, someone scoffed, "The one hundred and eight main peaks represent the one hundred and eight powerful legacies of the Tai Xuan Sect. The summits of the main peaks are most sacred, crucial places for legacies. Yet now, ordinary fires are burning, and the stench of common meat is wafting about. Only Zhuo Peak would have such a unique situation, wouldn't it?"

A somewhat arrogant-looking youth, dressed in water-blue robes, descended on a divine rainbow. His head held high, he frowned as he looked at the bonfire. "What, tempted? Want some?" Ye Fan said, enunciating each word lightly, with a teasing look on his face.

The blue-robed youth hadn't expected a newly initiated disciple to talk back to him like that. His face immediately darkened. "How dare you!" he said. "How can you desecrate the summit of a main peak? Do you know your transgression?" "Who are you, anyway?" Ye Fan replied carelessly, not even looking him in the eye. "Where did you pop out from? You're making no sense." He continued to roast the rabbit meat.

"Did you not understand what I said?" The blue-robed youth walked forward, stood close, and looked down at Ye Fan. "How can an ordinary fire be lit on a main peak, letting the stench of common meat waft about..."

Ye Fan was very casual, continuously turning the rabbit meat on the fire. His words were sharp. "If delicious-smelling rabbit meat is a 'common stench,' then what is your tender skin and delicate flesh? Is it a foul skin-bag?"

The blue-robed youth had originally just made a casual taunt, with no other intentions. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be completely unafraid and to keep teasing him. His anger surged, and he shouted, "This is a sacred land of immortals! How dare you desecrate it here!" "There are no fairies or goddesses here, so what exactly am I desecrating?" Ye Fan replied. He took the golden-brown rabbit meat off the fire, tore off a leg, and began to eat, ignoring him.

"You... you are incredibly brazen, acting recklessly on this main peak, shaming Tai Xuan. Your crime is unforgivable." The blue-robed man's face was as dark as water. He pressed forward, about to make a move.

"Don't pin such big labels on me," Ye Fan said, " 'incredibly brazen,' 'shaming Tai Xuan' - what are you even talking about?" He glanced at him sideways and added, "Don't try to pull your senior brother rank on me."

"I'm going to apprehend you and send you to Heaven's Punishment Cliff!" the blue-robed man sneered, reaching out a hand to grab him.

"Wait a moment!" Ye Fan stopped him. He glanced at him and said, "Where did you come from? Elder Li, the senior of Zhuo Peak, is right here and hasn't said anything. Who are you on Zhuo Peak to dare to point fingers here?"

"As a disciple of Tai Xuan, it's my duty to protect the sacred grounds of the immortal sect!" the blue-robed man declared, spreading all five fingers, intending to grab Ye Fan's neck and lift him up.

Ye Fan shouted towards the dilapidated temple in the distance, "Senior Li Ruoyu, Zhuo Peak is the legacy of our lineage. Do disciples from other main peaks have the authority to discipline us?" "Apart from the Sect Master and the Grand Elders," Elder Li Ruoyu's voice echoed back, "other main peaks have no right to interfere. We decide everything ourselves."

"So that means he trespassed into our Zhuo Peak's important grounds and committed an unforgivable crime!" Ye Fan darted aside, dodging the throat-locking grab. He picked up a flat stone from the ground and, swift as lightning, pressed it heavily forward. *Slap!*

The flat stone slapped hard against the blue-robed youth's face. Blood spurted from his nose and mouth, and he swayed violently from side to side. The intense pain made tears and snot stream down his face, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.

"Zhuo Peak's vital ground! Incredibly brazen! Shaming Tai Xuan! Guilty of monstrous crimes! You deserve to be executed!" Ye Fan shouted, throwing the "big labels" back at him. He swung his right arm, continuously slapping the flat stone against the blue-robed youth's face, completely dazing him as nosebleeds splattered and saliva flew.

*Slap! Slap!*

The blue-robed youth was slapped unconscious by Ye Fan. His mouth was crooked, his eyes askew, and he lay on the ground twitching.

After a long while, he regained consciousness. Just then, Elder Li Ruoyu walked over and asked, "Why have you come here?"

The blue-robed youth fully woke up and instantly remembered what had just happened. He almost went mad; he had been slapped unconscious! His face contorted with rage, unable to bear it, he lunged at Ye Fan. Elder Li Ruoyu's face instantly darkened, and he said, "Impudence!"

"Greetings, Senior Uncle," the blue-robed man said, shivering. He suppressed his anger, restrained his impulse, and bowed. "The disciple competitions between the various main peaks will begin in three months. I came here to deliver a letter." With that, he presented a letter.

"Understood. You may leave," Elder Li Ruoyu nodded.

The blue-robed man looked at Ye Fan, a cold glint in his eyes, then turned and left.

"Next time, don't yell and shout on other main peaks, and don't act like a Grand Elder," Ye Fan taunted from behind.

"You..." The blue-robed man was furious, seething with hatred, but he didn't dare to act in front of Elder Li Ruoyu. He rose into the air and flew towards the Star Peak ahead.

Elder Li Ruoyu glanced at Ye Fan, but said nothing. Trembling slightly, he returned to the dilapidated temple and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. "'Great completion seems lacking, great fullness seems empty, great skill seems clumsy...'" Ye Fan murmured to himself, carefully pondering these twelve words, and then began to wander around Zhuo Peak again.

Half a quarter of an hour later, several figures descended and intercepted Ye Fan halfway up the mountain. The blue-robed man was conspicuously among them.

"Who are you people, and why are you freely entering and exiting the important grounds of my Zhuo Peak?" Ye Fan asked, scanning the group. He understood in his heart that they were from Star Peak.

"You truly don't know manners," one of them sneered. "When you see your senior brothers, you should bow. Aren't you going to pay your respects?"

"Who are you," Ye Fan said casually as he walked closer to the group, "and why should I bow to you?"

Aside from the blue-robed man, whose face was ashen, the others all burst into laughter.

"It's rare for Zhuo Peak to have a disciple; you look interesting. It won't be lonely anymore." one of them said. "As your senior brother, I'll teach you what it means to know manners. From now on, when you see us, you should bow deeply with respect. Understand?"

One youth among them reached out to press down on Ye Fan's head, intending to make him bow, while another kicked towards his shin, wanting to make him kneel.

"What are you doing?" Ye Fan dodged aside and said, "This is a main peak, representing a legacy. People from other main peaks can't just come and go as they please." "Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter. "Do you need permission to enter Zhuo Peak?" they scoffed. "What's the difference between this place and a desolate mountain? You can enter and exit freely." Two of them again reached for Ye Fan's head to push him down, while two others kicked at his legs, determined to make him kneel. "Would you dare do this on any other main peak?" Ye Fan retorted, retreating a few steps. "This is going too far!"

"You naive little fellow, let your senior brother teach you how to recognize the situation!" "I wanted to say that to you too," Ye Fan retorted. With a swift movement, he grabbed the arm reaching for his head, twisted it with a *crack*, and the sound of bone breaking instantly echoed.

At the same time, he swept his right leg, heavily kicking down the two youths who were kicking at his legs, trying to make him kneel.

The blue-robed youth and another person's expressions changed. They shot into the air, intending to flee.

*Thump!* A thousand-pound boulder, faster than lightning, shot into the sky and heavily slammed into them.

"Ahhhhh!" Cries of agony erupted as the two were brutally smashed down by Ye Fan with the boulder. They were severely injured, with multiple broken bones throughout their bodies.

Ye Fan lined up the five people side by side on the ground and walked over. He stepped on the blue-robed youth's face and said, "You sure are something!"

*Thump!* He kicked him hard, like kicking a ball, sending him flying until he got caught on an old vine in the distance.

Then, he approached the other two, stepping on their hands. "You want to teach me to bow my head and respectfully salute you?" he said. "Show me how it's done first."

*Thump!* Ye Fan lifted his foot and kicked them. The two immediately flew off, crashing into an ancient tree behind them.

"You two wanted me to kneel?" Ye Fan approached the last two. He kicked them both, and they instantly flew into the air, then heavily crashed back down.

"Remember," Ye Fan declared with a righteous demeanor, pinning big labels on them, "Zhuo Peak is a main peak, a powerful legacy. From now on, coming here requires notification, and you must enter through the mountain gate." Just then, Elder Li Ruoyu appeared silently, already standing not far away.

"Well said," the elder stated lightly. "From now on, no one is allowed to trespass on Zhuo Peak." He then disappeared into the forest.

The news that Zhuo Peak was going to re-establish its mountain gate quickly spread. Especially among the Star Peak disciples, many were indignant. Learning that several disciples had returned severely injured, they all found it hard to restrain themselves.

After Ye Fan returned to the summit, Elder Li Ruoyu said nothing. He directly handed him an ancient bow and nine arrows, and finally, a yellowish booklet.

"Senior Li, the people from Star Peak are here to demand an explanation!" In the evening, Ye Fan saw dozens of Star Peak disciples flying above Zhuo Peak. "Didn't I give you the bow and arrows already...?" Elder Li Ruoyu, sitting cross-legged in the dilapidated temple with his eyes closed, simply said this.

Ye Fan was surprised, feeling that this seemingly frail old man was far from as simple as he appeared. He shouted loudly towards the sky, "You people are going too far! This is the legacy ground of a main peak, yet you fly here so casually. Would you dare to do this at any other prosperous main peak?"

From the sky, angry shouts from the Star Peak disciples immediately erupted.

Ye Fan was very decisive. He drew his bow, stringing an arrow. The ancient bow instantly vibrated with a terrifying ripple. In the distance, an old crow cawed loudly, then transformed into a black light and merged into an arrow in Ye Fan's hand.

This outcome left Ye Fan dumbfounded. He felt as if the arrow had instantly transformed into a scorching sun, possessing unimaginable terrifying pressure. In the sky, all the Star Peak disciples were shocked. Someone cried out, "No good, retreat quickly!"

Ye Fan didn't dare to shoot this arrow. He felt that if he shot it, it might blast a hole in the sky. The ancient bow and arrows the elder had given him were simply too mysterious, possessing incredible power.

Of course, what shocked him the most was that the nine ominous crows on Zhuo Peak had all transformed into black light and merged into the nine arrows he possessed. At this moment, just by nocking one of the dark arrows onto the bowstring, the sky above had begun to shimmer lightly.

"This must be a treasure!" Ye Fan thought. He felt that his decision to stay on Zhuo Peak was completely correct; there were too many secrets here.

Holding the ancient bow, Ye Fan faced the sky. Wherever he pointed it, the people there would shriek and flee for their lives.

In the distant sky, several figures rapidly approached. An elder from Star Peak arrived, shouting, "Senior Brother Li, please show mercy!"

"Just scare them away," Li Ruoyu's voice came just then.

In the sky, the Star Peak disciples scattered and fled in all directions, their faces turning pale with fright. Many were deathly white. "It's the legendary ancient bow!" someone exclaimed. "Didn't it disappear along with Zhuo Peak's legacy? How did it suddenly appear?"

"Those nine old crows," someone else added, "we see them often, but who would have thought they were so terrifying? They can merge with the nine arrows! What exactly are they?!"