Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

True Martial Peak was majestic and imposing.

From afar, it gave the impression of a heavy sword standing on the earth, suppressing the surrounding mountains and rivers.

This mountain was very high, with a massive base, and only a single flight of bluestone steps led to the top.

The bluestone steps were ancient, covered in moss, as if no one had walked them for a very long time.

The weeds on both sides of the steps were deep, the blades pressing down on the path, almost reaching the middle.

Jun Wuxie paused, the scene almost allowing him to guess the state of True Martial Peak over the years.

Realist Chengyuan sensed this, stopped his steps, turned to look at him, and said, "Our True Martial Peak lineage is sparsely populated, far less prosperous than the other four."

He said, his voice slightly low, "Actually, your best choice would be one of the other peaks, because on my True Martial Peak, the resources you can obtain may be much less. However, your teacher will try his best to fight for them for you."

"Master, as for the issue of resources, this disciple will strive for them myself. Resources are certainly important, but sometimes, when making choices, there are things more important than resources."

Realist Chengyuan nodded and said nothing more, continuing forward.

Before long, he led Jun Wuxie and Jing Ya to the mountainside of True Martial Peak.

Here, there was a courtyard that could not be called exquisite, looking very ordinary, but it was very clean, planted with flowers and plants, and there was also a stream nearby, allowing one to hear the murmuring of water on this quiet mountain.

"Master is back!"

Two figures hurried out of the courtyard, one male and one female, both appearing to be less than thirty years old.

"Master, who are they?"

Seeing Jun Wuxie and Jing Ya behind Realist Chengyuan, surprise appeared on their faces, along with some curiosity.

"Let me introduce you, he is called Yue Wuxie, and will be your junior brother from now on. This is Wuxie's Aunt Jing."

Realist Chengyuan said to Jun Wuxie with a smile, "They are your senior brothers and sisters."

"Hello, Junior Brother, I am Yi Ling, your third senior sister. Welcome to True Martial Peak."

Yi Ling walked up to him with a smile, her eyes gentle, extending her right hand, palm up.

"Junior brother greets Senior Sister Yi Ling."

Jun Wuxie touched her palm with his own.

"Junior Brother, I am your fourth senior brother, Han Ye."

Han Ye came up to him, extending his hand like Yi Ling, with no expression on his face, but his eyes were kind.

"Greetings, Fourth Senior Brother."

Jun Wuxie also touched Han Ye's palm with his hand.

"Aunt Jing."

They also greeted Jing Ya.

"Hello."

Jing Ya stood beside Jun Wuxie, smiling in response.

"Master, you brought back a junior brother for us?"

A slightly excited voice came from inside the courtyard, followed by a sound similar to wheels rolling on the ground.

It was a one-armed man, his lips and chin covered in stubble, looking somewhat颓废 (tuí fèi - dejected/dispirited), and his mental state was not very good.

At this moment, he was pushing the wheels of a wheelchair towards the outside of the courtyard with his only left hand.

A thin blanket was draped over his waist, hanging down and covering his lower body.

Jun Wuxie saw that beneath the thin blanket, there was no trace of legs at all, and his heart couldn't help but thump.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

Han Ye quickly stepped forward to help him push the wheelchair.

"Junior Brother, I am your eldest senior brother, Nan Jin, welcome to True Martial Peak."

Nan Jin smiled and extended his left hand.

Jun Wuxie quickly stepped forward and touched his palm, "Junior Brother Yue Wuxie greets Eldest Senior Brother."

"Yes, our True Martial Peak is a big family. From now on, we will be one family. Junior Brother, if you need anything, just tell your senior brothers and sisters, don't be shy."

Nan Jin's hand grasped Jun Wuxie's hand, holding it tightly, "Master hasn't taken in a disciple for a long time. To accept Junior Brother as a disciple today, Junior Brother must have something extraordinary. Cultivate well, don't be like your senior brother..."

"Eldest Senior Brother, Junior Brother has just joined us, why are you talking to him about such heavy topics? Aren't you afraid of scaring him?"

Another voice, an extremely pleasant female voice, clear and cold, came from the courtyard, followed by the sound of wheels rolling.

A woman wearing a light blue dress, with a beautiful appearance and a quiet and gentle temperament, pushed her own wheelchair out of the courtyard.

Yi Ling hurried forward to help.

"Welcome Junior Brother to join us, I am your second senior sister, Yun Shu."

"Junior Brother Yue Wuxie greets Second Senior Sister."

Jun Wuxie stepped forward and touched her palm.

His mood was a bit heavy.

Of the two senior brothers and two senior sisters of True Martial Peak, one had lost both legs and an arm, and the other had lost both legs, becoming disabled and only able to sit in a wheelchair.

"Wuxie, your senior brothers and sisters, all who are alive, are here."

Every time Realist Chengyuan saw the two disabled disciples, he would think of the sad events of the past, and his heart would feel incomparably uncomfortable.

"Master, Junior Brother has just joined our True Martial Peak, you shouldn't talk about these heavy topics. We have already prepared the meal, let's go eat quickly."

Yi Ling said.

"Yes, Master, don't be sad, we are fine. Although we cannot walk, these years by Master's side, living with our junior sisters and brothers, we feel very secure and happy."

Nan Jin comforted Realist Chengyuan in this way, but it made him even more heartbroken.

A cultivator in the Half-Step Saint King Realm, having lost both legs and an arm, had been sitting in a wheelchair for nearly twenty years, and daily life was difficult.

He knew that his eldest disciple was comforting him, not wanting him to be sad, so even though he was licking his wounds alone every night, he still acted as if he didn't care in front of others.

"Junior Brother, you push Second Senior Sister into the courtyard, I'll go prepare two more sets of bowls and chopsticks, let's eat."

Yi Ling handed Second Senior Sister's wheelchair to Jun Wuxie and hurried into the courtyard.

"Master."

He called out to Realist Chengyuan, then pushed Second Senior Sister into the courtyard, Jing Ya following beside him.

Fourth Senior Brother Han Ye also pushed Eldest Senior Brother behind them.

Realist Chengyuan came back to his senses and sighed in his heart.

He, the master, was not as good as his disciples. Why did he mention these things in front of them for no reason?

It only stirred up the pain in Eldest and Second's hearts.

The living room in the courtyard was simple, with only a few chairs besides the table.

The dishes were not high-end, only cooked with low-grade Saint Spirit ingredients, but there were many kinds, a total of eight dishes and two soups, with complete color, aroma, and taste, and a pleasant fragrance.

Jun Wuxie felt his appetite increase just by smelling them, and couldn't help but look at Third Senior Sister Yi Ling.

"Junior Brother, don't look at me, most of these dishes were made by your Fourth Senior Brother, I only took charge of cooking two soups. Your Fourth Senior Brother is a cooking expert. You, from now on, you'll be in for a treat."

Yi Ling said with a smile.

"Not bad, Fourth Senior Brother!" Jun Wuxie really didn't expect that Fourth Senior Brother, who looked so sullen and unsmiling, actually had such skills. These dishes were almost made into flowers by him, not only fragrant, but also exquisite to look at, and surely tasted good.

Fourth Senior Brother turned to look at Jun Wuxie and said, "Junior Brother wants to learn? Senior Brother will teach you, and you can be my assistant when I cook in the future."

"Ah? This, let's forget it. Senior Brother's cooking skills are unparalleled, even if I learn, I won't learn the essence. I still have this self-awareness. Besides, I can't deprive Master and Senior Brothers and Sisters of their appetite, so this arduous task should continue to be carried out by Fourth Senior Brother."

"Junior Brother, what you said also makes sense. Your realm is still low, and you still have to focus your mind on cultivation."

Fourth Senior Brother Han Ye patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's eat, my saliva is about to drool. The dishes made by Fourth always make me unable to stop. Alas, I dare not imagine, if Fourth were to quit cooking one day, how would I get used to it..."

"Master, this disciple is willing to stay on True Martial Peak for the rest of my life, making delicious dishes for Master every day!"

Han Ye's eyes were sincere, and he said in a serious tone.

His appearance caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Everyone could hear that the master was joking to liven up the atmosphere, but Fourth took it seriously, and was still so serious.

......

The atmosphere at the banquet was harmonious and warm.

Fourth Senior Brother's skills were really unquestionable, the dishes tasted extremely good.

Whether they were braised, steamed, or stir-fried, they were all delicious.

"Master, where did you bring Junior Brother back from?"

"It was quite a coincidence. I saw your Junior Brother when I passed by Flowing Cloud City. At that time, I felt that he was extraordinary, so I suggested that he go to Azure Cloud City to participate in our Azure Cloud's audition assessment. Can you guess what happened at the assessment site?"

The four disciples were hooked, and asked in unison, "What happened? Surely Junior Brother's performance was particularly outstanding!"

"You should all know about the bronze cauldron of the audition assessment. At that time, when your Junior Brother was being assessed..."

Realist Longyuan described the situation at that time in detail.

The four disciples imagined the scene at that time in their minds, and looked at Jun Wuxie in shock, "Junior Brother, is your strength too abnormal? Playing with the cauldron as a toy with one hand?"

"I didn't expect Junior Brother to be a body cultivator..."

While excited, they also had a hint of worry in their hearts.

The upper limit of body cultivators is extremely low, and the path of cultivation is extremely difficult.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I am indeed a body cultivator, but I should be different from the body cultivators you know. I will not be trapped by the realm, and the upper limit will not be low. I have confidence in myself, and I hope you will also have confidence in me."

"Yes, I have confidence in you!" Realist Chengyuan was really looking forward to it. He looked at the several disciples and said, "Do you know what kind of achievements Wuxie has made in the sect's entry assessment?"

"Junior Brother must have won first place in the sect assessment!"

They all laughed and felt proud of him.

“More than just first place, he even passed the Path of Legends, becoming the first person in the history of my Azure Cloud Peak!”

Real Person Cheng Yuan was extremely excited when he said this, his beard even trembling.

“What?”

Jun Wuxie’s senior brothers and sisters were stunned, the chopsticks in their hands almost falling to the ground, all looking at him with disbelief.

“So, Junior Brother, you have already entered the Legendary Realm?”

Eldest Senior Brother Nan Jin, Second Senior Sister Yun Shu, Third Senior Sister Yi Ling, and Fourth Senior Brother Han Ye were all very excited.

“Yes.”

Jun Wuxie nodded.

“The Legendary Realm, Junior Brother, your talent is growing too strong. And you are a body cultivator, with long-lasting blood energy. The duration of high-intensity combat far exceeds that of true qi cultivators. If, Junior Brother, you can break the curse of the difficulty in body cultivation breakthroughs, then in the future, even Qin Yi of Azure Cloud Peak will have to fear you by three points!”

……

After the meal, Real Person Cheng Yuan took Jun Wuxie to the back mountain, and Jing Ya and his senior brothers and sisters also went along.

In the back mountain, there was an ancient palace. The palace door was tightly closed, covered with green vines, and the front of the palace was covered with thick moss.

It was obvious at a glance that no one had entered the main hall for many years.

Real Person Cheng Yuan stared at the main hall, not speaking for a long time.

For him, this ancient hall had a very special meaning.

The ancient hall was left by the founder of True Martial Peak, and it contained a special inheritance left by the founder.

No one knew what that special inheritance was.

The founder had once set a rule that only those who passed the assessment of the Path of Legends and became a disciple of True Martial Peak could enter this ancient hall. Others were not allowed to enter without permission. Those who entered without permission would be regarded as deceiving the master and destroying the ancestor.

Therefore, this ancient hall had existed for countless years. Since the distant past, the founder personally closed the door of the hall, and it had never been opened since.

After a long time, Real Person Cheng Yuan came back to his senses and removed the restriction in front of the ancient hall door.

He looked at Jun Wuxie and said earnestly: “Wuxie, go ahead. Only you are qualified to enter this hall. The True Martial Blood Pill is in the hall, as well as the special inheritance left by the founder. Your teacher and your senior brothers and sisters will wait for you here.”

“Okay!”

Jun Wuxie stepped forward, stepping on the thick, slippery moss, one footprint at a time, and came to the front of the ancient hall door.

The door was covered with vines and dust, all telling people about the vicissitudes of the years it had experienced.

He reached out and pushed, and with a rumbling sound, the ancient hall door opened, the vines broke, and the dust fell rustling.

The aura of time came head-on, as if opening a sealed history.

Jun Wuxie walked in, and the door closed automatically.

The main hall was very dark, without any light.

He walked forward for a distance, and with a bang, flames lit up on the surrounding hall walls.

Those were lights, rows of lights on the hall walls, burning very brightly.

The entire ancient hall was illuminated.

It was very empty here, with almost nothing.

Only in the front, in the depths of the ancient hall, there was a stone platform, engraved with special sword dao runes.

The stone platform was empty, with nothing on it.

He observed the entire ancient hall and really didn't see anything.

The True Martial Blood Pill and special inheritance left by the founder were nowhere to be found.

Jun Wuxie knew that the items should be in the main hall, but they were hidden.

He continued to move forward and came to the stone platform engraved with sword dao runes.

The sword dao runes on it contained terrifying killing power.

He could sense the sword dao will lurking inside, that kind of thick, wild, overbearing, and fierce True Martial sword intent.

At this moment, he found that sword dao runes on his body lit up.

“This is… the True Martial Sword Formation runes of the Path of Legends. They have unknowingly潜伏hidden in my body, but I didn’t notice it…”

He was a little shocked. He should know that although his realm was low, his soul was at the peak level of the Great Sage.

The runes on the stone platform also lit up, echoing the sword dao runes on his body.

The sword dao runes on his body seemed to be summoned, and they left him one after another, sinking into the stone platform.

In the middle of the stone platform, there was a crackling sound, like a mechanism. The middle position sank down, and then an ancient book, holding a crystal jade box, slowly rose.

When the book rose to the same height as the stone platform surface, the sunken part of the stone platform quickly returned to its original state.