Ding Yue became the center of attention the moment he appeared.
He held his sword in his arms as he stood on the top of the uninhabited mountain peak. He turned a blind eye to the surrounding gazes.
He had hidden his cultivation and kept it at the first level of the profound realm, which made him appear to be very weak. It was as if anyone could crush him to death.
On the top of Nine Swords Mountain's peak, Ying Jiankong briefly glanced at Ding Yue. He frowned slightly and immediately stopped paying attention to him.
In his eyes, Ding Yue was just a piece of trash who had been expelled from Nine Swords Mountain.
A beautiful figure beside him also looked at Ding Yue and frowned. Her eyes were filled with disgust.
Ding Yue noticed Ying Jiankong and his childhood sweetheart looking at him.
However, at this moment, he felt nothing.
He had already broken through the first stage of the way of the sword. He had forgotten about his sweetheart!
As for the second stage, he believed that he should have reached it as well. He would not treat beautiful women any differently from ordinary people, and would not be swayed by their beauty.
Ding Yue was a weakling, at least on the surface.
There was no lack of busybodies in this world. Ding Yue had occupied the mountain peak reserved for the Floating Flower Pavilion, so someone immediately took it upon themselves to teach Ding Yue a lesson and curry favor with the Floating Flower Pavilion.
A figure flew toward Ding Yue from a mountain not far away.
"Kid, this is no place for someone like you. This is the territory reserved for the fairies of the Floating Flower Pavilion. An ant like you will dirty the eyes of the fairies. Come over and wait for the fairies of the Floating Flower Pavilion to punish you."
This person was a middle-aged third-level truth realm cultivator.
The third level of the truth realm was considered the weakest among those present from the surrounding big forces.
He raised his hand and tried to grab Ding Yue.
He wanted to crush all of the bones in Ding Yue's body but, at the same time, also wanted to keep him alive.
Everyone looked on coldly. No one stopped him.
A weak person coming here was akin to courting death.
Everyone thought that Ding Yue would end up in a miserable state but, in an instant, a cold gleam flashed by. The middle-aged man who attacked did not even have the chance to scream.
His body was split in half in mid-air and he died on the spot.
Ding Yue still held his sword in his arms and maintained the same posture as before. It looked like he had not even moved an inch.
Everyone's expressions turned cold.
This included the half-step Emperor realm experts present.
The sword gleam had been too fast. They had not been paying much attention to the situation just now, so even the half-step Emperor realm experts had failed to see where the sword gleam had come from.
Everyone naturally looked toward Nine Swords Mountain.
Floating Flower Pavilion's mountain was next to Nine Swords Mountain's peak.
Had an expert from Nine Swords Mountain made a move?
Was it the elder or Ying Jiankong?
"What a fast sword!"
The elder from Nine Swords mountain looked at Ding Yue with a cold gaze.
Ying Jiankong's pupils shrank and he looked shocked. Ding Yue was the one who attacked?
How was this possible?
The gorgeous woman next to him also looked at Ding Yue in disbelief.
She could not believe that the trash who had been expelled by Nine Swords Mountain actually possessed such strength.
Was he not only at the first level of the profound realm?
Seeing Nine Swords Mountain's reaction, everyone realized that the sword strike just now had not come from Nine Swords Mountain.
Instead, It was that young man who had struck.
How was that possible?
How old was he!
He was much younger than Ying Jiankong. At such a young age, he actually possessed such powerful strength?
He was also a Sword Dao cultivator. Given his age and strength, he should be even more terrifying than Ying Jiankong, right?
Who was he?
"Interesting. It seems like he obtained an opportunity and became a little stronger."
Ying Jiankong chuckled, "Trash will always be trash. Even if he relied on a fortuitous encounter to become stronger, this tiny bit of strength is his limit."
Everyone looked at Ying Jiankong.
He knew that young man?
Ding Yue sneered, "A piece of trash who only reached the ninth level of the truth realm at the age of 50 is trying to trash-talk me?"
The aura around his body surged, and the full extent of his ninth-level truth realm cultivation was revealed.
How old was Ding Yue?
Someone so young was already at the ninth level of the truth realm.
Moreover, his aura was so strong it made many of the veteran ninth-level truth realm experts present feel that they were inferior.
He was such a young ninth-level truth realm expert. Even if he had relied on a fortuitous encounter to advance his cultivation, his strength was still the real thing.
Although Ding Yue had cultivated inside the pocket dimension for more than thirty years, due to the pocket dimension's unique ability, there was a time difference between the time inside and outside. Therefore, Ding Yue's age was still calculated based on his age in the real world.
Ying Jiankong's expression darkened, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.
Ding Yue coldly looked at everyone present and sneered, "Do you think that I, Ding Yue, have obtained a great opportunity? Do you all want to snatch it from me?"
"Heh, are you all worthy?"
"The opportunity that I received is the opportunity to meet my master. In the eyes of my master, all of you are nothing but trash. Pieces of trash who are unworthy of my master!"
His words were arrogant, overbearing, and made everyone's expressions turn ugly.
However, no one tried to make a move. They were all thinking about and trying to figure out the identity of Ding Yue's master?
The fact that his master had been able to cultivate a ninth-level truth realm expert in such a short time was evidence of how powerful he was.
Emperor realm?
Did the Southern Region even have an Emperor realm cultivator?
Was his master an outsider?
Those major forces that knew some of the Southern Region's secrets frowned. At the moment, Emperor realm experts from other regions were not allowed to enter the Southern Region.
That person from the Black Moon Tower was special, and the Black Moon Tower was very powerful, which was why they made an exception to allow that person to enter the Southern Region.
At this moment, flower petals began to fall from the sky. Colorful flower petals fell from the sky and disappeared without a trace.
Everyone's spirits were roused. The people from the Floating Flower Pavilion had arrived.
As Ding Yue had occupied the Floating Flower Pavilion's mountain peak, many people perked up. There was probably going to be a good show to watch.
In the distance, a graceful figure walked on the air. As she walked over, step by step, beautiful petals followed her and scattered everywhere.
These petals were the manifestation of a type of spiritual power, and were not real petals.
They were created by the Floating Flower Pavilion's cultivation technique, and also happened to be the usual way they announced their arrival.
The person who came was graceful and incomparably beautiful.
"It's the Floating Flower Pavilion's Holy Maiden, Han Yingmeng!"
Many people cried out in surprise.
Some of the younger martial artists revealed looks of admiration and adoration.
Even Ying Jiankong's eyes lit up when he saw Han Yingmeng.
Only Ding Yue's eyes remained unwavering!
No matter how beautiful a woman was, she would not be able to distract him.
The second stage of the way of the sword dictated that one could not be distracted by a beautiful woman!
Ding Yue remembered it well, so no matter how many cries of admiration and adoration were heard from the surroundings, he did not even glance at Han Yingmeng.
Han Yingmeng walked over with a charming smile. As she listened to the cries of adulation and adoration coming from the surroundings, the smile on her face grew wider.
Step by step, she walked toward the mountain where Ding Yue was at.
That was the mountain assigned to the Floating Flower Pavilion.
Although there was already one person there, and his strength was not weak, she only thought that he was someone who was trying to curry favor with the Floating Flower Pavilion and help them occupy the mountain. Perhaps he was one of her admirers.
Ding Yue frowned.
Looking at Han Yingmeng who was walking over step by step, his heart felt gloomy.
"What is she trying to do? Is she deliberately trying to attract my attention?"
"She is smiling so brightly. Is she coming here to confuse me?"
"This woman is detestable. She must be trying to disturb my Dao heart and make me fall in love with her and halt my progress and insight into the way of the sword."
"I, Ding Yue, want to reach a realm where I have no woman in my heart, where I can draw my sword and kill gods. How can I be disturbed by a mere woman?"
Han Yingmeng had just placed one foot on the mountain peak when Ding Yue looked at her coldly and said, "Get lost, woman. Stay away from me!"
