Translator: Mercurial_ Editor: DarkGem
In the Middle Continent, on a mountain in the remote western part of the Southern Mountains, there was a mountain called Nanmi. It was situated at the far end of the mountain range.
On this day, a simple and crude teleport channel at the foot of the Nanmi Mountain lit up, and a youth carrying a blade on his back walked out.
“Ah, Elder Brother Qingyang, you have returned in time.”
Two outer disciples guarding the teleport channel immediately recognized Lin Qingyang who had come out.
“Yes, I’ve returned,” Li Yunmu replied with a deadpan expression.
That was right, Li Yunmu had assumed the identity of an inner disciple of twenty-first residential region of Profound South Sect. He was called Lin Qingyang, a name with which he was quite familiar. It was the name of Lin Yuerou’s dead brother.
Obviously, the Lin Qingyang whom Li Yunmu was impersonating wasn’t a waste like Lin Yuerou’s brother, because this person was an occupant of the first room of the twenty-first residential region.
It might be a slight exaggeration, but it could be said that this Lin Qingyang had already garnered some fame even without being a core disciple of Profound South Sect.
“Well then, take care Elder Brother Qingyang. We hope that you are unrivaled in this year’s great competition.”
The two guard disciples rained unctuous praises while Li Yunmu departed, but once he was out of sight, one of them couldn’t control himself anymore and began to curse.
“What a joke, what sort of god does he think he is? Always with a scowling face and doesn’t even look people in the eye.”
The other guard shook his head and advised his companion, “Alright, that’s enough. Even if you abuse him, he is still the most powerful person of a residential region, so putting on airs is normal. We are just outer disciples so naturally he won’t bother with us. We must work harder.”
Although Li Yunmu was quite far, he was still able to hear the conversation between the two of them without missing any word with his keen hearing.
Their conversation made the corners of Li Yunmu’s mouth rise slightly. It seemed like the rumors about Lin Qingyang never bothering about others and always scowling were true. Since he was impersonating this person, it was important for him to play the part seriously.
Li Yunmu smiled to himself while looking up at Nanmi Mountain. It wasn’t actually just a single huge mountain, but was a part of a mountainous land in the western part of southern region. The entire Nanmi Mountain Region contained 109,765 known mountain, each of which had a master.
That mountain range could be described as a hundred thousand mountain range. Unlike the exaggeration in fiction, it was a genuine hundred thousand mountain range.
The teleport channel in the small village from which Li Yunmu had just come was a resting settlement for outer disciples. In such villages, apart from the relatives of Profound South Sect’s disciples, many outer disciples had also settled. The simple Profound South Sect controlled more than a hundred such villages.
“Reportedly, the Origin God Sect is located in the depths of this region?”
While climbing the peak of the Profound South Sect, Li Yunmu kept muttering to himself. Naturally, he was talking to the system.
While climbing up the mountain, he occasionally ran into some disciples going down. When most of them saw Lin Qingyang returning, they looked over with astonishment . But very few of them greeted him. Most just hurried on their way with a changed expression.
It could be said that Lin Qingyang’s relations with people in South Profound Sect were beyond poor. But Li Yunmu didn’t care. Since he was impersonating Lin Qingyang, the less people he came in contact with, the better it was for him.
It was likely that Miss An had chosen Lin Qingyang to be replaced by Li Yunmu precisely because of this reason. Lin Qingyang cultivated a strange cultivation method which had a formidable effect on his physical strength. However, it also brought some subtle changes to the temperament of the cultivator who trained in it.
Thus, Li Yunmu didn’t have to care much about his appearance or actions. However, he still had a meticulously trimmed beard and long eyebrows while always wearing a deadpan expression.
He adorned a cyan gown always worn by Lin Qingyong and was carrying a large blade on his back. With that, even if there were some changes in his appearance, the fellow disciples of Profound South Sect still treated him as Lin Qingyang who had returned.
Naturally, even so, impersonating a disciple of a sect of the Origin World wasn’t easy. The biggest problem was the identity tile.
Even if someone had all sorts of abilities, they still may not be able to make a fake identity tile. Regardless of whether it was for being allocated a room in residential regions or using teleport channels or contribution points, all of them needed the personal identity tile. Without proper methods to deal with it, any impersonator would be exposed quickly.
But this final trap was also dealt with by the all powerful Underground Serpent. Who knew what method An had used, but Li Yunmu had been provided with the identity tile of Lin Qingyang.
Although he couldn’t fake it forever since it would only work for ten days, those ten days would be enough for him. After all, Li Yunmu had no plans to stay in Profound South Sect for more than three days. This third tier sect was only a springboard for him.
Before long, Li Yunmu returned to the extremely ‘familiar’ first room in the twenty-first residential region and immediately closed the door.
Instantly, the news of Lin Qingyang returning two days before the inner sect competition spread like wildfire through the thirty-six residential regions of Profound South Sect.
Some people were concerned while others were anxious. The news of Lin Qingyang who had disappeared for many days returning today caused a slight disturbance in the Profound South Sect, but nothing more.
Li Yunmu stayed in his room under the pretext of cultivating in seclusion while waiting for the next two days to pass. With some time at his hands, he again used the medicinal liquid.
Sensing the small transformations because of the medicinal power permeating his body, Li Yunmu couldn’t calm himself. He was certain that the reason behind the flux energy in his body crossing the universal limit was precisely because of Meridian Nurturing Flux Point Technique. Although the amount of medicinal power he absorbed every day was very small, his cultivation would definitely become more formidable if he didn’t skip any days.
Li Yunmu’s flux energy strength would then surpass that of cultivators on the same level. Moreover, the more he cultivated this technique, the greater the disparity between them would become. In time, it could reach a terrifying degree.
Knock, knock.
Before even a day had passed, someone knocked on the sign outside the door.
