"This is quite mystical!"

Seeing the pattern emerge on Feng Zhengyuan's arm, Ning Zhendao couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. As the city lord for many years, he was supposed to be no stranger to grand sights and shouldn't have been so amazed. But the pattern was truly mystical; not only did it capture a hint of the Immortal Mountain's charm, but one could even sense birds soaring within it. The entire mountain seemed alive!

"If you are from the Immortal Mountain, then a venerable master must have bestowed this sigil upon you."

After the display, Feng Zhengyuan pulled down his sleeve and looked directly at Su Xuan, his eyes still filled with hostility. This kind of sigil was etched into the soul, manifesting outwardly on the flesh. It was extremely difficult to counterfeit.

"Young Master Su, do you have one?" Ning Zhendao also turned to ask Su Xuan.

The atmosphere in the room grew quiet. Only the gurgling of the teapot heating in the corner could be heard.

"Of course I do."

A faint smile played on Su Xuan's lips as he began to slowly roll up his sleeve, inch by inch. Feng Zhengyuan and Ning Zhendao watched, inch by inch, as more of his arm was revealed. Then, something that shocked them both happened. A sigil also appeared on Su Xuan's arm, and it was slightly different from Feng Zhengyuan's. Su Xuan's was incredibly intricate; one could even make out the individual trees and plants on the Immortal Mountain. Even more astonishingly, it was wreathed in wisps of mist, within which divine birds seemed to soar freely.

Compared to Su Xuan's sigil, Feng Zhengyuan's looked like a cheap imitation.

"There's something wrong with your sigil!"

Feng Zhengyuan was dumbfounded. He reached out to grab Su Xuan's arm, wanting a closer look. Su Xuan, surprisingly, didn't pull his arm back, allowing Feng Zhengyuan to grasp it.

Feng Zhengyuan hurriedly ran his fingertips over the sigil. He found the texture of the lines clear and distinct, no different from his own. It didn't feel fake at all. But how could this be possible?

On the Immortal Mountain, these sigils were graded. The more profound its mystical aura, the higher the bearer's status, because the one who bestowed it was different. Su Xuan's sigil looked as though it had been granted by an elder using a vast amount of cultivation power.

Who exactly are you? The more he thought about it, the more puzzled Feng Zhengyuan became. Why have I never seen you on the Immortal Mountain?

"It's not convenient for me to reveal my true identity," Su Xuan said, also lowering his sleeve before calmly picking up his teacup for a sip.

Ning Zhendao personally took the teapot and refilled Su Xuan's cup. He clearly no longer doubted his identity.

But neither he nor Feng Zhengyuan knew how Su Xuan had acquired his sigil.

Of course, Su Xuan was not from the Shunfeng Immortal Mountain and originally had no such mark on his arm. It was only because, while observing Feng Zhengyuan's sigil, he had quietly taken out the Thousand Facets Stone and "imprinted" a copy onto his own arm. Then, sensing that Feng Zhengyuan's sigil seemed connected to the soul, he had incorporated techniques from his Mind Control Technique into the design. This made his version appear even more authentic and mystical to the naked eye than Feng Zhengyuan's.

"It's fine if you won't tell me. I have my own ways of finding out. My apologies!"

Suddenly, Feng Zhengyuan made a shocking move. He slapped his Sword Box, causing three swords to hum and fly out, striking at Su Xuan from different directions. Each sword was enveloped with the power of the Longevity Realm, its momentum extremely fierce. He was clearly trying to verify Su Xuan's origins through force.

Su Xuan frowned slightly. He raised his right hand and summoned the Ruyi Sword. The predecessor of his Ruyi Sword was the Ruyi Staff, which had transformed into a sword thanks to a fortunate opportunity granted by Su Peibai's Head Sword.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The Ruyi Sword danced in the air, its light nimble and lively. As soon as the three flying swords made contact with it, they instantly deflated like punctured balloons, their tips plummeting toward the ground.

Feng Zhengyuan's heart sank at the sight. Could Su Xuan's cultivation have far surpassed his? Could it have even exceeded the Longevity Realm? He had no idea that Su Xuan's Ruyi Sword possessed the miraculous effect of weakening other weapons.

"Return!"

Feng Zhengyuan took a deep breath, and the cultivation fluctuations from his body suddenly surged. One of the flying swords about to hit the ground buzzed and shot back in front of him.

SMACK!

Instead of grabbing the sword, Feng Zhengyuan slapped its flat with his palm. The sword let out a piercing shriek as it tore through the air, thrusting at Su Xuan.

Su Xuan sidestepped slightly, blocking the flying sword with his Ruyi Sword.

CLANG!

The flying sword actually snapped in half. The hilt fell to the ground, but the broken tip continued onward with undiminished force, heading straight for the onlooking Ning Zhendao.

"City Lord Ning, watch out!" Su Xuan shouted a warning, swinging his sword to deflect the broken tip. But he was too late. The tip was just about to pierce Ning Zhendao's throat.

SNAP!

With a soft sound, Ning Zhendao calmly caught the broken sword tip between two fingers. He gently placed it on the tea table and burst out laughing. "Fortunately, its power was halved. Otherwise, this City Lord would have met an accidental death during your spar today. Hahaha!"

Both Su Xuan and Feng Zhengyuan looked at the broken tip, lost in thought.

Su Xuan had done it on purpose. He had deliberately sent the sword tip flying toward Ning Zhendao, even adding to its force, to take the opportunity to probe the man's true strength. Ning Wan had claimed her father was an imposter, that her real father had been killed and replaced long ago.

Upon this probe, he discovered that there was indeed something very wrong with this Ning Zhendao! For one thing, his cultivation had to be at the peak of the Longevity Boundary's Later Stage. Otherwise, he could never have caught the broken sword tip so casually with just his fingers. Did Ning Wan's real father possess such a terrifying level of cultivation?

Su Xuan also made an even stranger discovery. He had seen black qi swirling between Ning Zhendao's fingers as he caught the sword tip. That aura... he was very familiar with it.

Feng Zhengyuan, however, paid no attention to Ning Zhendao's display. He genuinely believed that Su Xuan's cultivation was just that formidable—not only had he shattered his sword, but he had also nullified the force of the broken tip. Compared to Su Xuan, he was simply no match!

After a moment of silence, Feng Zhengyuan's clenched fist began to tremble. Then, he suddenly extended his hand toward Su Xuan, gripping it with surprising warmth. "Senior Brother Su, you truly hide your abilities well. It is an honor to meet you!"

"Senior Brother..." Su Xuan's mouth twitched, wondering why Feng Zhengyuan was calling him Senior Brother. But this also meant that Feng Zhengyuan no longer doubted his identity and was treating him as a fellow disciple.

"Senior Brother Su," Feng Zhengyuan glanced at Ning Zhendao and lowered his voice. "Are you one of our Immortal Mountain's Hidden Immortals? On a long-term secret mission, which is why I've never seen you before?"

On Shunfeng Immortal Mountain, there was a group of individuals who all possessed terrifying cultivation levels, yet their existence was largely unknown even within the mountain itself. This was because they undertook highly secretive tasks, constantly walking the line between life and death. As he lowered his voice, he deliberately wrapped the sound in his True Qi so that it wouldn't carry, a technique known as sound transmission that only Su Xuan could hear.

Su Xuan remained silent, which Feng Zhengyuan took as affirmation.

"And what about you?" Su Xuan asked after calmly taking a sip of tea.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Su, I am also on a secret mission, on orders from my master," Feng Zhengyuan whispered as he personally refilled Su Xuan's teacup. "Someone stole something from our Immortal Mountain, and I..."

Feng Zhengyuan trailed off. If he said more, it wouldn't be a secret mission anymore.

Su Xuan hadn't expected that Feng Zhengyuan's secret mission would somehow, by a twist of fate, be tangled up with him...

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