Xianxia: The Sect Master Is My Girlfriend

The vast lands stretched far and wide, seemingly endless.

Geographically, the area was divided into five regions: the Northern Lands, Southern Borders, Western Region, Eastern Seas, and the Central Region.

The Central Region is the main gathering place of the mortal world and also the domain governed by the Sheng Clan’s court.

Five Yang City was located at the heart of the Central Region.

The other regions had harsher environments, such as the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southern Borders or the Eternal Deep Sea in the Eastern Seas, where mortals found it difficult to survive.

However, the more remote and desolate the place, the denser and more abundant the spiritual energy, making these areas the ideal location for various sects to establish their mountain gates.

The Mystic Spirit Mountain, where the Hidden Gauze Sect was located, was in the northern part of the vast lands, with a cold climate and perpetual snow cover.

Li Ran had left Five Yang City and was flying through the air.

Although the Heaven-Seizing Art constantly replenished his energy, flying for a long time inevitably made him a bit weary.

Just then, he noticed a small town below.

Li Ran descended from the clouds, intending to grab a meal and rest for a while.

…

Qingzhou City.

Unlike the prosperous and magnificent Five Yang City, this small town was not large, with weathered green bricks that spoke of its long history.

At this time, the city gates were wide open, with people coming and going like a shuttle, yet not a single soldier was checking the entrants.

“It seems like this is a no-man’s land,” Li Ran thought, clasping his hands behind his back as he slowly walked into the city.

Walking on the crisscrossed flagstone paths, he was surrounded by scattered houses with white walls and black tiles.

The street was bustling with people, some carrying long swords or broadswords, others in monk robes or Taoist robes, and occasionally, dark shadows would flit across the rooftops.

A brawny man, wearing a conical hat and carrying a tiger-headed broadsword on his back, was enthusiastically haggling with a vendor selling pastries on the street, spitting as he spoke.

The scene of the martial world vividly unfolded before him.

“So many cultivators in such a small town?” Li Ran wondered, surprised.

In just a short while, he had already seen more than five cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage.

There were even more in the Qi Refinement stage, almost absurdly many.

“Could it be that an immortal treasure has emerged, or a secret realm has opened?” Li Ran was curious.

At that moment, a man flew through the air, almost grazing the heads of the pedestrians, the wind from his flight kicking up a large cloud of dust.

The pastries the brawny man had just bought were instantly covered in dust.

“Damn it!”

He angrily pointed at the man and cursed.

The man turned back with a contemptuous smile, disdainfully saying, “You brainless fool—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a gigantic palm suddenly appeared in the sky and slammed him down with a “bang,” swatting him like a fly.

The man spat out blood, his muscles and bones shattered, and his entire body embedded into the green bricks.

“I said no flying in the city! Did you think I was joking?!” an angry voice echoed from the void.

“I really didn’t know…” The man’s face was filled with terror as he trembled uncontrollably.

The brawny man grinned, walked over, pried the man out of the bricks, and dragged him by the leg toward the city gate.

A long trail of blood was left on the ground.

The surrounding people looked indifferent, as if they had seen this many times before.

Li Ran: “…”

“No wonder there was no inspection at the gate. It turns out there’s a powerful expert in town!”

Power is order.

For cultivators, no amount of soldiers could be as effective as one powerful expert.

At this moment, he overheard some whispers from the bystanders.

“That Xiang Ze is really ruthless!”

“If he weren’t tough, how could he keep these sect disciples in check?”

“City Lord Xiang cultivates the Path of Dominance; such an aura is expected!”

“Too bad he’s neutral and won’t participate in this Demon-Slaying Assembly. Otherwise, our righteous path would gain another strong arm!”

“What a pity, indeed!”

…

“Demon-Slaying Assembly?” Li Ran raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in his mind.

No wonder these cultivators were gathering here—it turned out they were here for a meeting!

“Interesting. I’d like to see what kind of demon this group wants to slay.” He smiled.

Li Ran casually bought a mask from a roadside stall and followed a group of cultivators.

…

Tingyue Pavilion, the largest restaurant in Qingzhou City.

At this moment, the entrance was crowded with people.

The arrivals were all dressed in luxurious attire, carrying swords and knives, all of them cultivators.

There were specially assigned doormen at the entrance, announcing the names of each guest loudly.

“Lin Qianyi of the Misty Cloud Sect, Fairy Lin has arrived!”

Fairy Lin, dressed in white, walked into the restaurant with a graceful smile on her face.

Familiar fellow cultivators greeted her, while those less acquainted nodded politely.

“Young Master Luo Yong of the Qilin Manor has arrived!”

“A direct disciple of the Haotian Sect—”

Each person who entered was greeted with a smile and a cupped fist.

Clearly, this was a grand social gathering where connections were being made.

“Chen Zhutian, Senior Brother of the Inner Sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, has arrived!”

The restaurant suddenly fell silent, and all eyes turned to the entrance…

A top-tier sect, Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!

“Apologies, everyone. I am late,” Chen Zhutian said, holding a long sword, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, as he strode into the room.

“Senior Brother Chen!”

“Senior Brother Chen has arrived!”

Everyone gathered around him, enthusiastically exchanging pleasantries.

Chen Zhutian responded with a smile, his manners impeccable, neglecting no one—a true social elite.

“Senior Brother Chen, please take the seat of honor.”

They led him to the central position.

…

The doorman looked at the man wearing a pig-headed mask in front of him, a bit taken aback.

This appearance… didn’t seem very proper!

“May I ask which sect you belong to, and how should I announce your name?” he inquired.

Li Ran thought for a moment, then leaned in and whispered something into the doorman’s ear.

The doorman scratched his head after listening. “Is there really such a sect in the righteous path? How come I’ve never heard of it? And your name…”

Li Ran’s voice turned displeased: “There are plenty of things you haven’t heard of! What, are you looking down on my sect?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean that,” the doorman quickly waved his hands.

He was just a mortal; any sect was beyond his ability to offend.

And although this man wore a pig-headed mask, he had a tall and imposing figure, hinting that he might indeed have some background.

Li Ran snorted, “Then why aren’t you letting me in?”

“Certainly.”

The doorman gathered himself and loudly announced:

“The Chief Disciple of the Hardness Sect, Ji Erbangying, has arrived!”

“…”

The restaurant fell silent again.

Everyone curiously looked toward the entrance—this was the first time they had heard of such an odd sect and name.

Li Ran, with the pig-headed mask, swaggered into the room and cupped his hands, saying, “Enjoy your meal, everyone.”

“…”

What a bizarre outfit!

But they didn’t dwell on it much.

Cultivators follow different paths; there were many with strange attires. Wearing a mask was not that unusual.

Maybe he had scars on his face?

Chen Zhutian curiously asked, “This Hardness Sect—I’ve never heard of it. What sect might it be?”

“And this brother’s name has a rather… sleazy ring to it…”