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Tian Jue quickly pulled out his sword, but before they could see clearly, his hair was scattered all over the place. The few of them held onto their kitchen knives as their eyes widened and they stood dumbly on the spot.

"I don't want others to say that I went to find someone to vent my anger on when I was down, and I don't even care to take their lives. Scram as far away as you can get!" Tian Jue closed his sword, turned around and continued walking.

Those rascals scrambled to escape as if they had seen a ghost. They didn't expect that the people they had bullied for so long would be so formidable. They also didn't pretend to be pigs or eat tigers.

If the previous Tian Jue had acted rashly, he would have known that these people wanted to kill. Tian Jue would definitely not have let them off, but with his current condition, he did not have the mood to do anything.

When he went to the Southern Sword Sect, Nan Tianze's attitude was very resolute. When he returned to the Ocean Viewing Sect, he could only hold onto the news that he had been worried all day and that there was something he needed to do.

As Tian Jue was walking along the riverbank, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man carrying firewood walking over. He was singing:

There were tens of thousands of firewood under the heavens, so there was no need to keep a single soul.

Take another look at the Monarch of the mountain. There will be another round after that.

The doggerel said that there were a lot of firewood in the world, and when it was discovered that there was no firewood to cut down, there was no need to guard just one place. There were still many to change mountains.

Tian Jue immediately came to his senses as he heard this. He had never thought of such a simple logic. The South Sword Martial School did not believe that there were four other great sects. There was even a Flying Cloud Sect guarding the west side of the sect.

As long as they were prepared in the west, most of the Western barbarians' plans would come to naught.

Tian Jue walked up to the axman and said with a smile, "Many thanks to Mister for your advice."

The axman looked at Tian Jue in astonishment. He scratched his head and asked doubtfully, "Little brother, are you trying to make fun of me?"

"Mister, you worry too much. I am truly grateful. If it wasn't for Mister's song of 'Why do you leave a single soul behind', I wouldn't even know how long I would have to linger around here." As Tian Jue spoke, he took out a few taels of silver from his bosom and continued:

"I would like to express my gratitude. Mister, please do not turn your back on me."

"Heh, this little brother of yours is quite fun." The axman smiled and did not take the silver. He walked around Tian Jue and wanted to continue walking.

"Sir, I will buy your firewood." Tian Jue hurriedly said upon seeing this.

Finally, Tian Jue picked up some firewood and headed towards the direction of the Cloud Sky Sect. As he passed by a house, he used some firewood to change his tea.

After the firewood was gone, Tian Jue went to buy a horse. He travelled day and night for half a month and exchanged five or six horses to get close to the Flying Cloud Sect.

Not long after, a group of young men in purplish-gold robes with white cloud patterns on their backs appeared in front of Tian Jue. They were the people of the Feiyun sect, and they spoke similar words to the Southern Sword Sect.

This city was known as the number one city in the west, occupying the third largest area among the five great sects. The peak of the mountain was located on the border between the western and central plains, and was the best sentry point in the western part of the Central Plains for the western barbarians.

Feng Feiyun's peak was two thousand feet high and stood tall. From a distance, it looked like a mountain, but there were actually two of them. The surroundings were shrouded in clouds and mist, and one could see the faint snow around.

The two mountains were about 20 to 30 meters apart, and there was an iron chain bridge between them. On the peak, there were two great halls, and both of them were guarding each other.

The west was not like the middle earth. The road to the top of the peak only had two intersecting paths. It seemed like the two dragons were intertwining with each other.

Tian Jue had to first overcome the disciples patrolling outside. After that, he had to build many cities and finally climb the mountain.

Tian Jue looked at the disordered disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect in front of him. He gently put away his sword, mounted his horse, and galloped towards the city.

As soon as he arrived at the city, the disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect saw his attitude and came up to interrogate him.

"Who are you? "What are you doing in this city?"

"I am a disciple of the Ocean Viewing Sect. I am going to the Flying Cloud Sect to pay my respects to the Sect Master. I have something important to report!" Tian Jue knew that no matter how polite these people were, he himself would not give way to him. Thus, he did not continue to act modestly, but cupped his fists together in proper etiquette.

"A southern sect like you came to my west to report something?" Hearing that it was a disciple from a second-rate sect, he naturally would not be polite.

"This matter concerns the safety of the entire Central Plains." Tian Jue said seriously.

"Enough, stop fooling around. How can the Sect Leader be someone you can meet just because you want to?" The disciple pulled out his long sword and the disciples behind him also pulled out their long swords. Tian Jue saw this and did not say anything else. He also pulled out his long sword.

Those patrolling outside were outer sect disciples, and those guarding the city gates were still outer sect disciples. Tian Jue had drawn his sword so that his opponents wouldn't feel like he was insulting them.

After Tian Jue took care of the disciples guarding the city, the other disciples inside the city gate tower confirmed his identity and let him enter the city. The city was very big, but Tian Jue only needed to follow the main road to reach the summit.

After walking for about half an incense's time, the inner disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect blocked Tian Jue's path. The originally crowded streets immediately became empty with the appearance of the disciples of the Feiyun's sect. The passersby quickly found a good and safe location in anticipation of a good show.

In any case, they believed in the martial arts of the disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect. Especially since they were led by someone they were familiar with, they did not know what this foreign kid was like.

"Hehe, how could this kid from the south be a match for the cube?" A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks laughed as he held his moustache.

"That's right, the item is one hundred and ninety on the Flying Cloud Ranking. This southern kid has suffered a lot. I don't think the other disciples will have much to do with him." Another person shook his head.

Such occasions couldn't help but cause the little girls to scream, especially when their idol was dealing with outsiders.

The Cloud Sky Ranking was the internal rankings of the Flying Cloud Sect. There were thirty thousand inner disciples in the Flying Cloud Sect, and there were only seven to eight thousand inner disciples. As there were only two hundred people on the list, this item was naturally remembered by everyone.

Tian Jue was most annoyed by this sort of situation because this was not the time for him to do anything. The other side wanted to fight, but didn't hurry up and make a move. It was as if they were waiting for these people to introduce him.

As for that item, it stood there without saying anything. It did not make any movements and had a straight face. The disciples on the side had complacent faces and they did not know why Tian Jue wanted to kick his face.

"Hey, you have enough of acting cool. Are you going to start a fight now?" Tian Jue pulled out his sword with a gloomy face and pointed it at the leading disciple of the Flying Cloud Sect.

Fang Mu was stunned for a moment before frowning. "Since you're in such a hurry to die, then …"

As Fang Mu spoke, he drew his sword, and the other disciples all drew their swords.