Surrounded by the Rhythm of Dao Principles

Atop the main peak of the Leaning Mountain Sect stood an imposing grand hall.

At this moment, two middle-aged men were studying a wooden sphere inside.

One of them, dressed in white, had small eyes that appeared to be squinting. He held a three-foot-long sword in his hand.

The sword was entirely green in color, emanating a sharp aura from its blade.

This was a low-grade divine artifact that the white-robed man had painstakingly created over the course of ten years, collecting various materials.

The weapons in this world were divided into four grades: divine artifacts, treasures, spirit artifacts, and immortal artifacts.

The white-robed man channeled all his strength into the sword, slashing at the wooden sphere.

A green radiance suddenly flashed out from the blade, flying towards the wooden sphere.

The immense force caused a gust of wind to stir up within the grand hall.

With a loud bang, the sword beam struck the wooden sphere.

Strangely, the wooden sphere did not break open. Instead, it bounced off and landed on the ground far away, remaining intact.

The white-robed man looked towards the red-robed man standing nearby and shook his head, saying, "I can't break it either. The material of this object is unknown, and it's clearly hollow inside, concealing something. Did you really find such a thing on the road?"

The white-robed man's name was Murong Yunhai, the Sect Master of the Leaning Mountain Sect.

The red-robed man was named Zhang Qingxian, the Sect Master of a nearby sect, the Illusion Moon Sect.

"One of my sect's disciples found this object. Initially, I tried many methods to break it open, but none worked. Since my father is currently in secluded cultivation, trying to break through to the Separated Spirit Realm, I had no choice but to come to you. Has your father mentioned when he will return?"

Zhang Qingxian waved his hand, and the wooden sphere floated up and landed in his palm.

He believed that this wooden sphere must be a treasure created by a powerful expert.

Murong Yunhai shook his head and said, "You know how stubborn those two are. They've always looked down on each other, and now they're engaged in a competition to see who can break through to the Separated Spirit Realm faster. They've gone out to seek opportunities and are unlikely to return anytime soon..."

Zhang Qingxian smiled wryly, put away the wooden sphere, and then coughed before saying, "By the way, has your daughter Xue not broken through yet? Why don't you let her come to the Illusion Lake in my sect to cultivate in seclusion for a while? After all, she practices a water-based cultivation method."

Murong Yunhai suddenly grinned slyly. "You old fox, I understand your intentions. You want my obedient daughter to become your daughter-in-law?"

Zhang Qingxian laughed awkwardly and said nothing more.

At that moment, someone rushed in from outside.

This person had a slender figure, beautiful features, and an exceptional aura. She was in the prime of her youth, a sight that would undoubtedly capture the attention of any young man.

"Father!"

Murong Xue ran in, her face beaming with a smile.

Like a blooming fresh flower.

At that moment, Murong Xue also noticed Zhang Qingxian and suppressed her smile slightly, calling out, "Uncle Qingxian."

Upon seeing Murong Xue, Zhang Qingxian's face broke into a warm smile, as if he wanted to call her "dear daughter-in-law."

Murong Yunhai said, "Xue, didn't you go out to temper yourself?"

Murong Xue walked up to Murong Yunhai, leaned close to his ear, and told him about Chen Ping'an.

Murong Yunhai initially remained calm, but as he listened, his eyes widened more and more.

His small eyes now appeared as normal as anyone else's.

Unable to discern his cultivation level?

An otherworldly, celestial aura?

Surrounded by the rhythm of Dao principles?

Able to predict the future and arrive at the landing spot to save someone?

And finally, with a single word, he helped his daughter break through to the Condensation Realm?

And such a person wanted to join their sect?

"My child, are you pulling my leg?"

Faced with this overwhelming information, Murong Yunhai doubted whether his daughter was joking with him.

But Murong Xue had never joked with him before.

"I asked the senior to wait outside. Father, let's go and welcome him. Remember, the senior is roaming the mortal world, cultivating under an ordinary name, so you'd better not mention too much about cultivation or you might offend him," Murong Xue cautioned seriously.

Saying this, she began pulling Murong Yunhai towards the exit.

Zhang Qingxian watched the father and daughter acting all secretive, his face full of curiosity.

Murong Yunhai, finally regaining his senses, turned to him and said, "Brother Qingxian, please wait here. I'll be right back."

Soon, Murong Xue and her father left the grand hall.

Several dozen zhang away from the front of the grand hall stood a handsome young man.

Chen Ping'an stood quietly, not looking towards the grand hall, but instead gazing at the misty surroundings, finding them quite magnificent.

He was still breathing heavily from the exhaustion of climbing the high mountain.

"Senior, this is my father," Murong Xue's voice came from behind him.

Chen Ping'an hurriedly straightened his clothes and turned around.

But when he saw Murong Yunhai's appearance, he froze for a moment.

Miss Murong, are you sure this is your father?

Not only did Murong Yunhai have small, squinting eyes, but he also looked quite ordinary.

He didn't resemble the exceptionally beautiful and elegant Murong Xue at all.

However, after a moment, in Chen Ping'an's vision, Murong Yunhai's small eyes suddenly grew larger.

Murong Yunhai stared blankly at Chen Ping'an, finally realizing that his daughter had spoken the truth.

In his eyes, the rhythm of Dao principles surrounding Chen Ping'an had spread throughout the entire space around them!

He gazed at his daughter in a daze, wanting to say:

This is far beyond just being surrounded by the rhythm of Dao principles; it's everywhere around us!