Chapter 872: Chapter 872: The Strange Wind on the Cliff

Despite wanting to curse out loud, Liu Zixuan found himself having to lower his head while under the eaves, forced to endure silently.

Usually, Liu Zixuan hardly ever did cleaning tasks, and being suddenly handed a broom to sweep felt not only like using a talented person to do a menial task, but also nothing like the sweeping monk!

Watching him act like that, Elder Qing pointed to the side, "You all claim to be Sword Dao geniuses, yet cannot even hold a broom properly."

"Why can’t I hold it properly?" Liu Zixuan asked, annoyed.

"If you can hold it properly, why is there still dust where you swept?"

Liu Zixuan frowned and looked closely, "People say the elderly are dim-eyed. But I say, Elder Qing, your eyes are definitely not dim."

"Dim-eyed but not dim-hearted," Elder Qing chuckled, meaningfully.

Liu Zixuan’s mouth twitched a few times, wanting to say something, but seeing Elder Qing’s senile appearance, he swallowed his words.

"Go bring a bucket of water," Elder Qing suddenly said.

Liu Zixuan quickly tossed the broom aside, picked up a bucket, and headed outside. After all, he couldn’t just sweep floors upon arrival.

Carrying the bucket, he stepped outside, but before reaching the water source, his ears were already filled with various remarks.

"If I were him, I would’ve left long ago, a Great Elder was disregarded, and he was directly handed to the sweeping old man."

"Haven’t you noticed the Sect Leader’s intention? He’s avoiding the Great Elder’s anger because of Liu Zixuan."

"What a pity! If he had really defeated Senior Brother Gu Huaqiu, he would be a genius. Now the once genius is reduced to a sweeping monk... Tsk tsk, tragic!"

"What are you doing!" Just then, the Third Elder walked over with Fan Tong, barking fiercely.

Seeing this, the discussing Martial Artists quickly dispersed.

The Third Elder stopped, glanced at Liu Zixuan, and sighed helplessly, "Such a shame, of all people to offend, why did it have to be Gu Huaqiu?"

"Elder, is that Elder Qing really just a person who sweeps?" Fan Tong asked.

"Then what do you think he could be?" the Third Elder replied, questioning.

Fan Tong pursed his lips, "Honestly, I’ve seen Liu Zixuan’s skill firsthand; his comprehension of the sword surpasses mine many times over, but it’s a pity..."

"Alright, even though Elder Qing is just a sweeping elder, he is, after all, the oldest in the sect, and even the Sect Leader would show him respect. Having Liu Zixuan follow him, albeit learning little, at least slightly protects him. After all, regardless of how angry the Great Elder is, he wouldn’t take it out on a person who sweeps."

With that said, the Third Elder led Fan Tong away.

Naturally, these words also reached Liu Zixuan’s ears. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn, truly like a tiger fallen to a plain being bullied by dogs. If we were outside the sect, given those mock faces, these bastards wouldn’t know how blue the sky is until I taught them!"

"Pa!"

Just as his voice fell, he got whacked on the back of the head.

"You damn..." He was about to curse but saw Elder Qing standing behind him.

"Why are you daydreaming here instead of fetching water?" Elder Qing chided.

"I see the sect’s grandeur and feel awe and reverence towards Heaven and Earth for allowing me to enter the Profound Sword Sect. Is that not okay?" Liu Zixuan replied righteously.

"If you truly appreciated Heaven and Earth and held reverence for the Profound Sword Sect, would you be in such a predicament?"

Elder Qing kicked Liu Zixuan’s foot, "Alright, it seems neither sweeping nor fetching water interests you, come have a drink with the old man!"

"Drink, I like that!" Liu Zixuan grinned, tossing the bucket to the ground and following Elder Qing out of the courtyard.

Yet, as they stepped out of the courtyard, Sword Venerable Ling Xiao’s silhouette appeared slowly where they had stood.

With a mysterious smile, he questioned softly, "What is special about this young man for Elder Qing to choose him..."

The Profound Sword Sect lies hidden within the mountains, surrounded by towering peaks.

Its main hall is located midway up the tallest mountain, and from a distance, this mountain appears like a sword standing between Heaven and Earth.

Standing at such heights and gazing down at the mountains, it gives one the feeling of viewing ’small mountains from above’.

Liu Zixuan, amazed by the peculiarities of the Profound Sword Sect, was led by Elder Qing to a cliff.

"Elder Qing, where do you live that we’ve left the sect?" Liu Zixuan curiously asked.

Elder Qing pointed to the opposite cliff, "Right there."

Following Elder Qing’s finger, Liu Zixuan saw two old huts on the hillside opposite the cliff.

His mouth twitched, "Oh crap, am I going to live there with you in the future?"

"What’s wrong with it? Away from the sect’s noise, free to drink or curse as one pleases. Isn’t that kind of freedom akin to the Immortal Realm?" Elder Qing laughed.

Liu Zixuan rubbed his forehead, seriously suspecting that Elder Qing had gone crazy from living in the mountains too long; could such rundown huts really be the Immortal Realm?

While he was daydreaming, Elder Qing reached halfway along the cliff and shouted back, "Hurry over, once the mountain wind rises, you won’t be able to cross!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"How strong a wind would it take to blow someone like me off?"

Grumbling irritably, Liu Zixuan followed Elder Qing across, but as he was about to reach the other side, suddenly, several strong winds swept towards the wall.

These winds were strange, like Sword Intent, and caught off guard, Liu Zixuan was shifted off course by the winds, already precariously hanging by a half-foot.

Off balance, Liu Zixuan started sliding downwards, almost plunging off the cliff. But then, a dried yet strong hand swiftly pulled him to safety.

Looking nervously at the abyss below, Liu Zixuan gasped, "Damn, this wind is peculiar!"

"The winds beneath Sword Peak carry endless Sword Intent, naturally differing from regular winds."

With hands clasped behind his back, Elder Qing walked leisurely ahead.

Liu Zixuan followed closely, asking, "Elder Qing, I notice no cultivation in you, how did you easily cross that cliff?"

Elder Qing paused, chuckled, "Familiarity with it naturally brings understanding of its rhythms. After all, no one has decreed that the uncultivated must only tread ordinary paths!"

Truth be told, from interacting with Elder Qing and hearing his words, Liu Zixuan felt a sense of encountering a reclusive master.

But then again, he was just an ordinary sweeping elder without any cultivation fluctuations, what master could he be?

Liu Zixuan smirked, deciding not to ponder further, and followed Elder Qing into the dilapidated courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, he was stunned by the sight unfolding before him...