The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and gently sprinkled on the ancient and mysterious land of Tianyan Sect, the entire sect seemed to be coated with a layer of soft golden glow.

Inside the sect, there are green trees, birds singing and flowers blooming, creating a vibrant scene.

At such a quiet and peaceful moment, a graceful woman sat quietly under a lush sycamore tree.

This woman is Mu Qing. She possesses the legendary phoenix bloodline and exudes an otherworldly aura.

At this moment, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was long and even, as if she was having some kind of mysterious communication with nature.

The branches and leaves of the paulownia tree swayed gently in the breeze, as if dancing for the beautiful woman.

Not far away, on an open grassland, Lin Feng, Chu Feng and Mu Shaoxuan were concentrating on a sword-fighting competition.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the morning light, like three graceful sword shadows, leaving sharp sword marks on the grass.

Lin Feng's swordsmanship is steady and powerful, and every move and every style reveals his profound internal skills.

Chu Feng's sword skills were agile and elegant, like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, dazzling the eyes.

Mu Shaoxuan's swordsmanship is a combination of hardness and softness. It has the power of thunder and lightning, yet it also retains the beauty of delicate and graceful movements.

The three men fought back and forth, swords flashing, and every clash stirred up waves of air, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Their swordsmanship competition is not only a contest of skills, but also a collision of minds and an improvement of cultivation.

Brilliant and mysterious rays of light gently surrounded Mu Qing as he sat under the ancient sycamore tree, as if it were nature's gentlest caress.

The sycamore tree had lush branches and leaves, towering like a canopy. Hundreds of birds were flying above it, either jumping happily on the branches or soaring gracefully around Mu Qing, like a grand natural celebration.

Not far away, Lin Feng, Chu Feng, and Mu Shaoxuan were attracted by this strange scene and stopped their competition.

They walked under a tree, and their eyes all turned to Mu Qing who was standing under the sycamore tree in front of them, with both amazement and awe in their eyes.

Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh, "What a marvelous sight! A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix."

Hearing this, Lin Feng patted Chu Feng's shoulder gently and said earnestly, "Brother, Senior Sister Mu is someone you will never be able to reach. She is like the bright moon in the sky, which can only be admired from afar, but not played with.

We should still maintain awe, practice diligently, and strive to reach her level as soon as possible."

Mu Shaoxuan slowly lay down, resting his head with one hand, looking at the sky leisurely, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He said, "These days are really fulfilling. Every day at the hour of Yin, we gather in the square for morning exercises and sword dancing to strengthen our bodies. At the hour of Mao, we return to our respective sects to meditate and practice, improving our martial arts.

Practicing swordplay, chatting, and spending time with my brothers every day, these days, though dull, are full of fun and growth."

In this scene full of vitality and harmony, the three men, each with their own vision and yearning for the future, continue their exploration and pursuit on the path of spiritual practice.

Mu Qing's body seemed to be lifted up by a mysterious force in an instant and soared into the air.

She gracefully transformed into a dazzling multicolored phoenix, with wings of dazzling brilliance. With endless holiness and nobility, she flapped her wings and soared into the sky.

Finally, it landed steadily on the top of the ancient and majestic sycamore tree.

The lush branches and leaves of the paulownia tree seemed to be trembling at the arrival of this beautiful creature.

Mu Qing stood proudly on the branch, like a noble queen.

Chu Feng witnessed this astonishing change under the tree, his eyes flashing with shock and admiration.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, waving his hands and shouting, "Qingqing, you are so awesome!"

The voice was filled with excitement and joy that was difficult to conceal.

At this time, Lin Feng also slowly stood up. He gently pulled Chu Feng's sleeve and reminded him earnestly, "Brother, be careful. If the Sect Master comes later, you will be in trouble.

Don't be so happy that you forget the rules."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's smile faded slightly, but the light in his eyes remained undimmed.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Feng's figure flashed, and he jumped up like an arrow from a bow. Relying on his profound cultivation, he also flew onto the Wutong tree.

However, when he reached the top of the tree, he found that Mu Qing, who had transformed into a colorful phoenix, had spread his wings and flew away.

Chu Feng became anxious and quickly chanted a spell. A flying sword leaped out of his hand, flashing with cold light and hovering steadily under his feet.

Without hesitation, he stepped onto the flying sword and flew in pursuit of the gorgeous figure in front of him, calling out, "Qingqing, wait for me!"

The voice echoed in the wind, full of reluctance and eagerness.

The phoenix circled in the air, seemingly responding to Chu Feng's call, but always kept a distance, making this chase full of unknowns and expectations.

The colorful phoenix soars in the sky, its wings shining brilliantly in the sun, like the brightest star in the sky.

Chu Feng followed closely behind on his sword. His posture was nimble, and his sword flashed as he chased the phoenix in front of him with all his might, shouting, "Qingqing, don't fly so high, it's dangerous!"

Phoenix didn't seem to care about Chu Feng's shouts. Instead, she uttered a clear and pleasant female voice with a hint of teasing: "Chu Feng, if you can catch up with me, I, Mu Qing, will kneel down for you and call you Senior Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's eyes flashed with determination. The sword light under his feet became even brighter. He flew faster and higher, as if he wanted to step on the sky.

However, at this moment, a sharp sword light suddenly shot towards Chu Feng. He dodged the attack skillfully with a flash of his body.

Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped on the clouds and stood in front of Chu Feng. It was their sect leader Jun Yan.

Upon seeing this, Chu Feng immediately put away his playful attitude and said with a respectful smile, "Master, I'm battling with Senior Sister Mu. Why are you here?"

Jun Yan's face was solemn. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Chu Feng.

He didn't say much, but just waved his hand lightly, and a purple lightning fell from the sky and struck Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was horrified. The sword under his feet was taken back by Jun Yan's magic power. He suddenly lost his support, fell down, and fell from a high altitude at an extremely fast speed.

At this critical moment, Chu Feng shouted, "Master, help!"

His voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

However, Jun Yan did not try to rescue him, but just watched him fall coldly.

Chu Feng knew in his heart that this was a test from his master, and he had to rely on his own strength to overcome this difficulty.

So, he suppressed the fear in his heart, mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and tried to stabilize his body in the air.

Finally, at the moment of landing, he managed to stabilize his body. Although he was a little embarrassed, he finally survived this disaster.

A dazzling stream of light, like a comet streaking across the sky, suddenly appeared before Chu Feng's eyes, carrying with it an indescribable pressure and mystery.

The stream of light spun gently in the air, and then, as if pulled by an invisible force, gradually condensed into a human form with clear outlines and extraordinary momentum.

Chen Xuan, the leader of Lingshan Sect, was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, and looked as graceful as an immortal. At this moment, he was looking deeply at his disciple Chu Feng, who was dressed in tattered clothes and looked extremely embarrassed.

His eyes were filled with both confusion and concern. He asked in a gentle yet forceful voice, "Chu Feng, why are you so embarrassed? What happened?"

After hearing that familiar and majestic voice, Chu Feng's heart trembled violently, as if he had found his backbone.

He raised his head with difficulty, and what came into his sight was the kind and majestic face of Sect Master Chen Xuan.

Chu Feng felt an indescribable excitement and awe in his heart, and his knees fell to the ground involuntarily.

With a slight tremor in his voice, he shouted respectfully: "Chu Feng greets the Sect Master! Long live the Sect Master!"

Seeing this, Chen Xuan smiled gently and reached out to help Chu Feng up.

His palm was warm and powerful, as if it could transmit an inexplicable power to Chu Feng.

Chen Xuan stared at Chu Feng, his eyes revealing deep concern and expectation.

After Chu Feng was helped up by the Sect Master, his gaze involuntarily fell on Chen Xuan's face with white hair and a long beard, and he sighed inwardly.

He thought to himself that Sect Leader Chen Xuan was truly kind and amiable, and his every move and gesture revealed an otherworldly aura, completely different from his strict and harsh master Jun Yan.

Jun Yan always had extremely high expectations of him and would beat and scold him at any time, but Sect Master Chen Xuan was so kind and amiable, giving him endless warmth and strength.

Chu Feng couldn't help but secretly hope in his heart, how great it would be if his master could be as kind and loving as Sect Master Chen Xuan!

Chu Feng took a deep breath, straightened his back, and faced Sect Master Chen Xuan. There was a barely perceptible cunning in his eyes.

For him, lies come easily and come out of his mouth as if he is born with the ability to weave lies perfectly.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of calmness and confidence: "Just now, I was above the clouds, concentrating on practicing swordsmanship with my master.

Above the clouds, mist was swirling, like a fairyland. My master was instructing me on the subtleties of my sword moves and imparting the profound philosophy of kendo.

I immersed myself in my master's teachings, practicing with full concentration, striving for perfection in every move and every form."

Having said this, Chu Feng paused slightly, a perfectly appropriate look of regret appearing on his face: "Unfortunately, during the competition, I was careless for a moment and failed to fully control my body shape, and accidentally fell from that thousand-foot height.

At that moment, I was filled with fear and helplessness, but fortunately I landed here safely in the end."

Chu Feng's words were filled with vivid descriptions and delicate emotions, as if he had actually experienced such a thrilling journey.

However, only he himself knew that all this was just a lie he made up on the spur of the moment.