108 Maidens of Destiny (Web Novel)

The Four Styles School, Ju Yueke

As the two chatted, when they entered the Pure Heart Peak, they resumed formalities as they then fell off their flying swords. While Flaming Eastern Island seemingly had blistering heat, this Pure Heart Peak contrarily was indeed a refreshing coolness that set the heart as its name suggested. It was an entirely different scene, surrounded by emerald green, mellow and fresh water, with rare birds and beasts that could be seen from time to time. The main peak’s environment was even more enveloped within a boundless mist, a school abundant with the colors of spring.

Yang Yanyu said Flaming Eastern Island’s network of volcanoes was continuous. Like Fire Cloud Peak, the environment was broiling hot, the temperature higher by more than forty degrees, the highest reaching a hundred degrees. If ordinary cultivators did not wear precious jade, they simply would not have any way to support themselves for too long. Something like Pure Heart Peak was even created in ancient times when ancestral masters exerted their powers and secret arts; it could be said to be a genuine paradise. In addition, this kind of place was the residence of the Headmaster.

They did not walk for long when an immense ring-shaped corridor appeared before them. Along its edge at intervals of two zhang were red pillars, and the pillars were carved with coiling dragons. The dragons spat raging flames and within the conflagration, an arched door took shape. Following the corridor onward, they passed by each and every door and fire dragon pillar, and only then did Su Xing discover, within every door, each possessed a unique and refined courtyard. The scope of these courtyards were complex, with the “Sword Storage Pavilion,” [1] the “Literary Path,” [2] the “Extreme Technique Hall,” [3] “Weapon Tempering Hall,” [4] the “Hundred Opportune Courtyard,” [5] and so forth. Only through Yang Yanyu’s introductions did he realize that the “tool refinement,” “quenching hardening,” “spell carving” and the others of these courtyards and pavilions embodied a series of the Four Styles Sect’s most common sights. Without mentioning anything else, speaking from this scale, small courtyards like this perhaps were not less than a hundred in number, so the former power of the Four Styles School could be clearly seen. It was a pity that these rows upon rows of numerous halls were nowadays pathetically few in disciples.

Some pavilions were even without people to stand guard, covered completely in dust.

Only after walking for a long while did they see the end of this corridor. There was an incomparably towering white wall, and under it, a door opened. There were two very thick wooden door panels, their heights reaching ten zhang. The door was painted with the four styles of wind, thunder, water and fire; serious and vivid, a supernaturally fine craft.

Stepping out of this door just now, Su Xing held his breath, looking at everything before him in disbelief.

What he was before him was a super huge plaza, as if he stood in a plain that had no end in sight. Su Xing estimated it was at least the size of three Tiananmen Squares. The surface was completely paved with white marble, reflecting and sparkling. One look would make people feel insignificant.

From far away, a white cloud that was like muslin unexpectedly drifted underfoot. In the center of the public square, at intervals of several zhang were placed massive copper cauldrons, divided into three rows with three each for a total of nine arranged according to some pattern. From within the cauldrons, smoke drifted out from time to time, the scent distinct and not dispersed.

In the plaza was a several zhang tall gigantic inscribed stele that was carved from white jade, and in the middle was carved a relief sculpture of a fairy entering the mundane world. He saw that fairy entrusting a white Divine Sword to a young man half-kneeling below, who caught the blade.

Upon the inscribed stele was a stone sword that was exactly the same as in the relief sculpture.

“This sword is called ‘Heaven and Earth of the Four Styles.’ [6] Legend says a goddess conferred it upon the Ancestral Master that opened the school. We comprehended the four refinement styles of today from the ‘wind, thunder, water, fire’ on the sword. That is precisely this school’s history.” Seeing that Su Xing was a disciple of the Master, and that his future held abundant prospects, Yang Yanyu very meticulously presented things. “The Heaven and Earth of the Four Styles Sword is indeed a sect protecting treasure.”