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This was a monastery hidden deep within the mountains beyond the frontier.

The mountain path was extremely steep and difficult to traverse, and there were many man-made obstacles on the way up the mountain, so it had always remained unknown to the outside world.

However, only true masters would know that this unassuming monastery was none other than the Bitter Zen Temple, a place with a long history among the Hidden Immortal Sects.

At this time, in the Bitter Zen Temple, a monk with his upper body bare, displaying skin the color of ancient bronze and muscles twisting like dragon-snakes, was practicing.

His method of practice was extremely simple and brutal—it involved carrying massive stones from the foot of the mountain slope outside the temple up to the temple itself.

These massive stones, the shortest of which was taller than a person, were all made of blue granite, each weighing over a ton.

An ordinary person would not even think of carrying them, and even four or five people pushing together might not be able to move them the slightest bit.

Yet on the monk’s shoulders, these stones seemed to weigh nothing at all as he strode nimbly up the mountain path.

Finally, all the stones were carried up.

Yet not a single drop of sweat appeared on the monk’s face.

Such physical strength could only be described as terrifying.

“Brother, Master has called for you,” a Xiao Monk said respectfully.

The monk nodded, donned his robe, and stepped into the chan room behind him.

Inside the chan room, a burly monk with a beard was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

“Master!”

The burly monk slowly opened his eyes, which emitted a sharp glint.

“Hui Nian.”

“Disciple is here!”

“What place did you take at the last Immortal Gate competition?”

“Master, twelfth,” Hui Nian replied solemnly.

“And this time?” the burly monk asked.

“Disciple will claim nothing less than the championship!” Hui Nian claimed confidently.

The burly monk burst into laughter, his voice shaking the tiles on the roof.

“Good! The disciples of the Bitter Zen Temple should indeed have such spirit. However, I have just received news—Lingnan’s Sword Immortal Yu Yuanyi has died!”

This explosive news did not elicit the slightest hint of perturbation from Hui Nian.

“Life and death are common occurrences. He may be called a Sword Immortal, but that doesn’t mean he truly became an immortal!” Hui Nian said indifferently.

The burly monk chuckled, “I tell you this news only to say that this time’s Immortal Gate competition will probably be very interesting. The one who killed Yu Yuanyi is an unknown master.”

“Disciple understands. Whether they are masters or mediocrities, to me, they’re all the same,” Hui Nian bowed his head respectfully, his expression calm.

But a powerful aura was emanating from him.

The burly monk’s face showed a look of satisfaction, “Have you already become a Loose Immortal?”

“Master, I made the breakthrough last month!”

“Good!” the burly monk stood up abruptly.

“We of the Bitter Zen Temple have indeed stayed hidden in these borderlands for too long; many have forgotten about us. This time, let them see what a true Immortal Gate is!”

Hui Nian bowed his head silently, but a hint of cryptic significance flickered in his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the country of H thousands of miles away, a similar conversation was taking place.

“Jin Sang, we have just received news that the Lingnan Sword Immortal has died!” a man with a grave expression said solemnly, seated in the place of honor.

Kneeling before him with lowered hands was a tall, handsome man.

If any civilians from country H were present, they would surely recognize this man.

For he was the brilliant star of country H’s martial world, hailed as a once-in-a-century genius, Jin Chengsuo.

Hearing the uncertain tone of his father, Jin Chengsuo said indifferently, “Father, the Lingnan Sword Immortal’s death is of no consequence; after all, he belonged to a previous generation. What is there to fear?”

His father, Jin Chengyi, sighed, “Jin Sang, your cultivation level is quite impressive now, and you even obtained the fourteenth place in the last Immortal Gate conference. However, this Yu Yuanyi is really no ordinary person! Those who can kill him are definitely not to be underestimated!”

Jin Chengsuo gave a faint smile, “Father, no matter who the opponent is, I will use our great H Ming Nation’s peerless divine technique to defeat them! Rest assured!”

Jin Chengyi looked at his son, full of confidence, and could only nod his head.

Meanwhile, in Jin Chengsuo’s mind, the image of a beautiful figure emerged.

That woman who left an extremely deep impression on him at the last Immortal Gate conference—would she appear again this time?

At the same time, in a very secluded valley.

The leader of the only female cultivator sect among the hidden Immortal Gates, Yue Wushuang of Moonwatching Pavilion, also received the news.

Her expression was somewhat serious.

The Immortal Gate conference was imminent.

The sudden emergence of such an event.

Naturally, it added many variables to the situation.

After pondering for a moment, Yue Wushuang ordered, “Go call Shu Ying’er over.”

Soon after,

the top disciple of Moonwatching Pavilion, Shu Ying’er, arrived.

“Master!”

Yue Wushuang looked at the delicate-faced yet slightly fierce-eyed woman below her and said gravely, “The Immortal Gate conference is upon us. How are your preparations?”

“Master, I have been diligently cultivating recently, and I feel I have made further progress,” Shu Ying’er said with quite a bit of pride.

Yue Wushuang nodded in satisfaction, “Good, this time you will still be the one to go. Remember to be careful, because this year’s Immortal Gate conference will probably not be that simple!”

Shu Ying’er’s face showed delight, “Yes!”

With that, Shu Ying’er slowly withdrew.

Once she was out of the hall, several junior sisters hurried over, speaking very eagerly.

“Elder sister, are you going to participate in the Immortal Gate conference again?”

Shu Ying’er nodded arrogantly.

“Then take us with you! It’s really boring to stay in the pavilion!” these junior sisters began to beg.

Shu Ying’er scoffed and said, “Do you think this is a trip for fun? The minimum requirement is the cultivation level of a Heavenly Being. Which of you possesses that?”

With that one sentence, all the women shut their mouths.

But after a moment, someone whispered, “Then why did you bring that person to the last Immortal Gate conference?”

Slap.

Shu Ying’er sent the speaker flying with a slap.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? If anyone mentions that trash in front of me again, I’ll skin you!” Shu Ying’er said with a sinister tone.

“Yes!” All of these women turned silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak anymore.

Once Shu Ying’er had walked away.

They started to whisper among themselves with dissatisfaction.

“Hmph, such a snobbish person. When that person first joined our pavilion, she saw the master favored her and was always hanging around her. Now she calls her trash at every turn!”

“Exactly, didn’t you see the bracelet she is wearing? It’s from that person!”

“Hehe! Only bad luck to blame for that person, born with exceptional talent yet unable to cultivate.”

As these women whispered among themselves, a woman holding a broom walked slowly across the courtyard in front of the great hall with her head down.

They looked at each other and then laughed disdainfully, each going their separate ways.

The woman slowly swept the floor, her slightly disheveled hair hanging down, covering her face.