### Chapter 75: Disciples of the Purple Sword Gate

### Chapter 75: Disciples of the Purple Sword Gate

North of Yuqing Mountain lies another great mountain called Taihua.

On the southern slope of Taihua Mountain is a valley, deep and winding, filled with wondrous sights and perpetually spring-like, known as Profound Theory Valley!

One day at noon, two young people arrived at the entrance of Profound Theory Valley.

Both dressed as wandering knights, each carried a box slung diagonally across their back. They had just reached the entrance when they heard a whistling sound from behind.

They turned around simultaneously to see an old man and a young man approaching them using lightness kung fu.

Landing before them, the old man looked at the man and woman in front of him and asked:

"Are you two kids from Profound Theory Valley?"

The two young people exchanged a glance, feeling both amused and exasperated. Bowing, they said, "Greetings, Senior. We are not from Profound Theory Valley; we have come here for a meeting."

"A meeting?"

The old man was taken aback, scrutinized them closely, then shook his head lightly. "Which sect do you belong to? Are there no adults in your sect? Why did you send two kids to join in the fun?"

"We come from the Purple Sword Gate on Western Ridge."

Their demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and they spoke with a hint of pride about their sect.

The old man frowned and muttered to himself, "Purple Sword Gate... what kind of sect is that?"

Embarrassed by his lack of knowledge, he didn't admit it, but the young man behind him couldn't help but peek and say, "Purple Sword Gate? I've never heard of it. How could Zeming Zhenren invite such nobodies?"

"How dare you!"

The two from the Purple Sword Gate were immediately enraged and glared at the young man. "We have no grudge against you. Why insult our sect?"

The young man was about to retort when the old man slapped him hard on the head.

"Outrageous!"

The old man glared at the young man, who looked at him with a pout. However, his usually kind master showed no leniency:

"Speak nonsense! Apologize to these fellow knights immediately."

Without waiting for the young man to speak, the old man bowed and said, "My disciple has been spoiled since childhood. His words were disrespectful. Please forgive him, Young Heroes."

The two from the Purple Sword Gate were still angry, but hearing this, they relaxed slightly.

The young man, still not convinced, reluctantly bowed and said, "Brother and sister... my vision is poor, and my understanding is limited. My remarks were disrespectful. Please do not take offense."

Hearing this, the two from the Purple Sword Gate finally calmed down.

The man huffed and said, "The Purple Sword Gate may not be a famous sect, but it is not one to be trifled with. If we hear any more insults, we will fight to the death."

The old man chuckled nervously, "Yes, yes. I will discipline my disciple severely later."

Initially, he had acted arrogantly due to his age and seniority, but now he knew he was in the wrong and spoke cautiously.

Many disputes in the martial world arise from insults to friends, ancestors, elders, or sects—these are all major taboos.

Though the old man wasn't afraid of these two young disciples from the Purple Sword Gate, involving their sect made it a different matter entirely.

The older one's lack of understanding would bring ridicule if spread.

The atmosphere became awkward, but fortunately, two people emerged from Profound Theory Valley.

Seeing them, they asked, "May I ask why you are here at Profound Theory Valley?"

"Hahaha."

The old man laughed and took out an invitation, tossing it to the two people. "Zeming Zhenren invited us. Though my disciple and I are wanderers, we cannot refuse."

The two disciples from Profound Theory Valley opened the invitation and feigned surprise:

"It turns out it's Qing Shan Sanren. Our apologies for not recognizing you."

"No problem, no problem."

Qing Shan Sanren waved his hand.

The two from Profound Theory Valley then looked at the two from the Purple Sword Gate, who promptly handed over their invitations.

After reading them, the two from Profound Theory Valley were slightly puzzled. "Purple Sword Gate..."

Looking up, their eyes showed confusion.

"Western Ridge Purple Sword Gate."

The two emphasized.

"Ah, fellow knights from the Purple Sword Gate."

Comparing the handwriting, they confirmed it was indeed Zeming Zhenren's. Though they didn't know which sect it was, they assumed it was correct and smiled, saying, "Please follow us inside. Qing Shan Sanren, Zhenren has been waiting for you. If it's convenient, please meet him first after entering the valley."

"Hahaha."

The Hermit of Green Mountains looked at the two people from the Purple Sword Gate with a rather smug expression, then glanced at his own disciple before saying, "The old Taoist is too kind. I wander the four seas, and it’s fortunate that he thinks of me. Very well, let's go see him in a bit..."

He paused slightly, then looked at the two from the Purple Sword Gate: "You two youngsters came here alone without any backing. Why don’t you come with me to meet the old Taoist and get acquainted? That way, others won’t bully you out of ignorance."

This was actually an indirect apology for his disciple’s earlier rudeness at the entrance of Profound Theory Valley.

On one hand, he didn’t want to create unnecessary enmity.

On the other hand, it showcased his demeanor as a senior expert.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the two from the Purple Sword Gate were taken aback, seemingly flattered.

Before they could respond, the two from Profound Theory Valley interjected: "The hermit may not know, but the invitation from the true master is of great importance..."

The Hermit of Green Mountains was momentarily stunned, then nodded. "Very well, very well. I’ll take you to see the old Taoist later then."

"Thank you, senior."

The two from the Purple Sword Gate hastily bowed in gratitude, visibly relieved.

Guided by a disciple of Profound Theory Valley, they entered the valley. Indeed, it was filled with wondrous sights—rare flowers and exotic plants, peculiar rocks, and buildings scattered about in what seemed chaotic but was actually orderly, bringing a sense of calm.

The two disciples from the Purple Sword Gate were led to a room to rest, while the disciple from Profound Theory Valley took the Hermit of Green Mountains and his disciple away.

Closing the door, the two of them heaved a sigh of relief.

"We managed to sneak in; it was much easier than we thought."

"With True Master Cangming’s personal invitation, which we’ve seen before when it was sent to the Falling Star Gate, we could easily pass ourselves off. We created a fake identity as members of the Purple Sword Gate..."

As they spoke, they exchanged a smile. They were not from the Purple Sword Gate at all.

They were Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.