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Chapter 120: Empty Mirror

Jiuxuanmen was established more than 20 years ago.

It is said that a Taoist priest named Liu spent a huge amount of money to build it.

But those were just some houses built on top of the mountain.

But later, the majestic sect hall was built with the blessing of spiritual power.

The ladder before us that reaches the sky was also built later specifically to test the disciples' perseverance.

Wen Yuxi took a deep breath, lowered his head and stepped onto the first step.

As soon as he stepped on it, he felt the spiritual energy in his body stagnate.

He carefully circulated his spiritual power, and sure enough, it stopped moving.

Stepping on these steps gives me a very mysterious feeling.

The breeze was warm on his face, and Wen Yuxi could even feel the blood flowing in his body.

Two steps, three steps, four steps...

Wen Yuxi counted the steps in his mind, stopping to rest every hundred steps.

But it definitely took no more than a minute before they started moving forward again.

Only occasionally did he glance forward.

But I found myself as if I had not moved at all, and the stairs still seemed to have no end in sight.

He was a little afraid of heights and didn't dare look behind him.

Except when you take a break, look up.

Then he kept his head down and moved forward.

My back was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat fell from my forehead.

She often lowered her head, with her cheeks flushed like the sunset in the sky.

Wen Yuxi licked his dry lips, shook his forehead violently, and beads of sweat scattered down the cliff.

He is a little dehydrated.

My head feels dizzy too.

Wen Yuxi blinked, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued moving forward.

Although climbing the ladder to heaven is tiring, it is also very joyful.

Because of long-term exercise, the body has begun to release more happy hormones dopamine and endorphins.

He remembered that when he was in college in his previous life, he would go to the gym to exercise whenever he had nothing to do.

Maintaining figure is one reason, and another is to be happy.

I never thought that there would be a time in my life when I would exercise so much.

But wait and see, until you learn to fly with a sword in the future.

You will have to say goodbye to walking on your own two legs.

Cherish what you have at the moment.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought of this.

The sound echoed in the valley, blowing freely in the face.

The wind dried the sweat on his face, and he felt refreshed after sweating profusely.

In the sect's main hall.

Xie Lingyue stared at the mirror in front of her.

The mirror actually showed Wen Yuxi's experiences on the ladder one by one.

If Wen Yuxi saw it, he would actually shout, isn’t this a camera?

Unfortunately, he didn't know that there were still people watching her every move in the hall.

"Junior sister, why don't you go back first and I will stay here."

Feng Xiuzhu suggested when he saw Xie Lingyue’s pale face.

Xie Lingyue moved her beautiful eyes away from the mirror and shook her head at him.

"The leader ordered us to stay here and we dare not slack off."

Feng Xiuzhu laughed and said, "Do you think I have to keep watching you? Martial Uncle Zhiyu has only walked one-tenth of the distance, it's still early."

Xie Lingyue thought about it and agreed, so she sat on a chair beside her and waited.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Brother, do you know where Uncle Zhiyu comes from? Why did he win the favor of the Supreme Elder? As far as I know, the Supreme Elder rarely goes out, so where did he find this disciple?"

Feng Xiuzhu raised an eyebrow. "If even Junior Sister doesn't know, how could I know? But seeing how Junior-Uncle Zhiming takes good care of him, perhaps he has some connection with him."

Xie Lingyue frowned and said, "But Master Zhiming was an abandoned child. When he was four years old, he was picked up by a traveling Grand Elder and brought back to the sect. He was then accepted as a disciple. I haven't heard that Master Zhiming has found his family in the secular world? So..."

So Uncle Zhiming and Uncle Zhiyu probably have some other relationship.

But he didn't say this.

Feng Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Junior sister is indeed well-informed, but why bother with them? Concentrating on cultivation is the right way."

Xie Lingyue was stunned, feeling somewhat down. "I originally have both Ice and Wind Spiritual Roots, and I specialize in Ice Spiritual Roots. I've been stuck in the early stages of Foundation Establishment for three years, with no progress at all. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but I've been feeling really irritable."

Feng Xiuzhu heard this and said seriously: "Junior sister, you..."

He was afraid that he might say something too harsh and hurt his junior sister's self-esteem, so he paused.

Xie Lingyue's cold eyes fell on his face, and a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Feng Xiuzhu finally said, "Junior sister, you usually worry too much and are extremely strict with yourself. You are always tense. Master said that breaking through realms is a natural process. The more you worry about it, the harder it will be to figure it out."

Xie Lingyue shook her head and said helplessly, "Every time I feel like I've reached a bottleneck, that I could break through with just a little effort, but I just can't."

"Junior sister, try to relax yourself. When you return this time, why not go into seclusion as well?"

Xie Lingyue thought thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly raised her head and gave him a grateful smile.

"Thank you, senior brother, for the tip."

Feng Xiuzhu gave a bitter laugh. "It's not really advice. I'm also stuck in the early stages of foundation building and can't break through. After this is over, I'll bid farewell to my master and go into seclusion. I won't come out until I break through."

At this moment.

Suddenly a light flashed in the mirror.

The two men stood up suddenly and stared at the Kongxuan Mirror hurriedly.

I saw that Master Zhiyu, who was trying hard to climb just now, had disappeared.

The two looked at each other in shock. How could this happen?

He wouldn't really fall down, would he?

Xie Lingyue quickly calmed down: "Brother, please go to the bottom of the ladder to meet me. I'll be guarding the Kongxuan Mirror here. Keep in touch if there's anything else."

Feng Xiuzhu's cultivation level is higher than hers, so it would be more appropriate for him to go to the bottom of the cliff to support her.

Feng Xiuzhu nodded without hesitation, and in an instant turned into a sword light and disappeared into the hall.

On the ladder to heaven.

Wen Yuxi was trying hard to walk.

The soles of my feet ache occasionally.

I'm afraid I have a lot of blisters on my feet.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

After counting the steps from somewhere just now, he gave up counting. Anyway, as long as he kept walking, he would reach the end.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he was not only hungry, but also had a dry mouth.

He took out some food and water from his Qiankun bag and started eating and drinking.

After eating, we continued to climb up the ladder.

He had just taken a few steps when he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Wen Yuxi, wait for me."

Wen Yuxi frowned. Why is there someone here?

Still know his name?

This voice is definitely not the voice of the spirit of the weapon, nor is it that of the senior brother.

Even his senior brother wouldn't call him that.

Wen Yuxi pretended not to hear and remained silent.

His steps also became faster.

"Hey, today is Saturday, there is no school, why are you running so fast?"

The sound was very close to him.

It was like...talking into his ear.

Saturday?

How come what he said was the language of Earth?

Don’t worry it’s some ghost behind him, it will pull him down the ladder as soon as it turns around.

Although no one told me when I came here, there are illusion obstacles set up on top of this ladder.

But based on his many years of experience in reading literature, he was probably thinking that this was a demon spirit that was specifically sent to interfere with his trial.

The voices behind him started chattering, "The teacher said the answers to the mock exam will be released next Monday. Can you still be in the top three in the class?"