Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.,Out of respect for the Wudao Sect, the gifted cultivator landed at the foot of the mountain under the guidance of his elders, waiting for the Wudao Sect to begin the examination.,"Mom, this is way more impressive than our Meng family estate," Meng Jingzhou said, rubbing his hands together nervously. Thinking about how he would soon pass the test and become a member of the Wenda Sect, excitement filled his heart more than anything else.。