Chapter 2, Adverse Relationships
The young man, having barely gathered the last of his strength, managed to lift his body slightly. However, unexpectedly, a powerful force suddenly pressed him back to the ground. Immediately afterward, he heard that sweet yet sticky Jiangnan accent again: "You want to enjoy the coolness in that little vixen's River of Death sword wind? You really don't want to live anymore. It's better to obediently stay by your sister's side; it may be hot, but it won't burn you to death."
At this critical moment, a sudden sigh echoed through the air, and a voice like a great bell resounded: "Well done, well done, the Cloud Fairy is still so young, yet the intent to kill is so heavy. Surely, under the ancient sword's celestial authority, there must be many wronged souls already?"
At that moment, two screams echoed from the kitchen, and the innkeeper and his wife were swept high into the air by the waters of the River of the Underworld, only to fall far away to the ground. They twitched a few times with their hands and feet, and then lay still, while dozens of snow-white buns fell around them with a loud thud. Initially, they had sensed the impending danger and were trembling in the kitchen, praying and chanting, but they never expected that Yun Wuhua would be so domineering, with the power of a single sword affecting a hundred zhang; how could they possibly escape?
The woman smiled gently and said, "If Mr. Roshishi wishes for someone, he can simply come to the empty mountain to seek them."
She pondered for a moment, realizing that given the current situation, it would be difficult for her to take the young man away with just her single sword. Without further hesitation, she positioned the Tianquan Ancient Sword vertically against her forehead, lightly caressing the sword's body with her left hand, while reciting an incantation. In a short while, as Yun Wuhua completed the spell, she suddenly shouted sharply, and with one sword, she summoned the surging tide of the dark river from beyond the heavens, spanning a hundred zhang of sky, rushing towards the young man!
The Ziyang True Man performed a bow in all directions, gladly accepting the congratulations from everyone. He then said: "The emergence of the Ziwai True Man from seclusion at this moment is not merely a joy for the Daoist sect, but a joy for our righteous path. From this point onward, all evils will be subdued, and a clear world will soon be within reach. Therefore, I accept the congratulations on behalf of the Master of the Teaching. However, this is not the only joy." The Ziyang True Man then shifted his tone and suddenly fell silent.
Seeing the fine beads of sweat densely covering his forehead, it is likely that he has been out for quite some time. Perhaps before the morning light had fully brightened, he was already engaged in this digging and filling work.
The wind howls and the sand surges, and in the blink of an eye, the new soil is covered by yellow sand
At this moment, Li Tianjun had flown above the young man. Drawing upon the strength of the crowd, he unfurled the Seven Treasures Cloud Rainbow Umbrella in mid-air, and a continuous stream of colorful rainbow light poured forth, instantly forming a light barrier that stood before the young man, barely blocking the surging tide of the Nether River from reaching him, thus sparing the young man from the peril of losing his life. However, he did not anticipate that Yun Wuhua still had the strength to unleash a second strike. Startled and enraged, he quickly retracted the umbrella and flew back, turning to rescue his fellow disciples. He knew that it was too late to turn back now, and it was likely that the others would not escape the calamity of being shattered. Yet, he had not foreseen that Yun Wuhua still had the strength to unleash a second strike. Startled and enraged, he quickly retracted the umbrella and flew back, turning to rescue his fellow disciples. He knew that it was too late to turn back now, and it was likely that the others would not escape the calamity of being shattered. At this point, he could only hope that his fellow disciples could withstand her sword's might for a moment longer with their own cultivation, so that he would have time to return and provide aid. However, the two disciples with the weakest cultivation would likely not escape without sustaining serious injuries and damage to their foundational cultivation. Fortunately, he had at least managed to spare the young man from becoming a soul lost under Yun Wuhua's sword, which could be considered a small victory.
Li Tianjun was startled by the sound of thunder, his face instantly losing its usual calm and composed demeanor. It is important to note that he had just barely managed to block the first sword strike with great difficulty, relying on the strength of others. While it was astonishing that Yun Wuhua still had the energy to launch a second sword strike, it was somewhat acceptable. However, the fact that Yun Wuhua was able to unleash a third sword strike was truly beyond his comprehension
In a moment of helplessness, Jingyu had no choice but to push the young man away, while a faint red mist rose from beneath his feet, drifting like a specter to the other side, just barely evading the strike of the ancient sword
A middle-aged woman beside him whispered, "Senior brother, look how fiercely Jing Yu and Yun Wu Hua are fighting; it must be this young man without a doubt. Their eyesight is certainly not poor!"
Huihai let out a Buddhist chant, raised his long brows, and slowly said: "So it is the Daoist Master Ziyang of the Dao De Sect, my apologies. Ah, the Realms of Yuxu and Taiwei have also arrived, it is truly a rare sight. With the presence of the three esteemed masters, even this remote and wild frontier becomes a celestial mountain and a treasure land."
At that moment, everyone erupted in a chorus of exclamations and began to discuss among themselves. Even Master Huihai, upon hearing this, opened his eyes wide, and his long eyebrows moved as if stirred by an unseen wind
With a sharp sound, the Jade Void True Person already held the treasured sword in hand
He had only spoken halfway when a soft and charming voice suddenly floated in from outside the door: "Mr. Shushi certainly has a great reputation, but who are these three heroes? I have never seen them before."
The ancient sword of Tianquan is now as dark as ink, and as it swings, a wave surges forth, roaring like thunder, rushing straight towards the young man
Such an outcome naturally brought joy to the disciples of the Daoist sect, while those of the righteous path were extremely disappointed. However, as the saying goes, one must accept the consequences of a bet, leaving everyone with nothing to say. Yet, the reaction of that young man was quite strange. If one were to claim that the three old Daoists had not engaged in any underhanded tactics, no one would believe it. However, the three true immortals of the Daoist sect, in broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of the public, openly employed deceitful methods, their techniques unfathomable and without trace. Even among the righteous, there were those like Master Huihai, a sage, who could not discern the truth, which demonstrates the profound skills of the three true immortals. The three true immortals of the Daoist sect, in broad daylight and under the watchful eyes of the public, openly employed deceitful methods, their techniques unfathomable and without trace. Even among the righteous, there were those like Master Huihai, a sage, who could not discern the truth, which demonstrates the profound skills of the three true immortals.
At that time, the Daoist sect was regarded as the foremost path of righteousness in the world, establishing the Taishang Dao De Palace on Mount Xixuan, with a history of over 3,000 years. The Daoist sect is also based on three blessed lands, with nine main branches and sixty sub-sects, claiming to have 30,000 disciples, its influence spreading across the world. The headmaster, Ziwai Zhenren, has achieved a profound understanding of transformation and has perfected his Daoist practice, having not stepped out of the Taishang Dao De Palace for thirty years. It is said that with another hundred years of cultivation, Ziwai Zhenren may hope to ascend, or at the very least, attain the fruit of body dissolution, truly making him the foremost figure of the righteous path in the present age.
In the fierce wind, the招客旗 of the Longmen Inn flapped loudly, dancing up and down, as if it were straining with all its might to break free from its constraints. The long flagpole, made of excellent quality wood, bent into a noticeable arc under the pull of the招客旗, yet it remained steadfast. In comparison, it was far superior to the dilapidated and cramped Longmen Inn, which seemed on the verge of collapse.
The cultivation of this beauty is truly vast as the ocean, unfathomable in depth
The man sneered earlier: "This news is extremely secretive, and since we are all cultivating outside the city, not far from here, we can arrive in time. Even if others have extraordinary means to learn this news, the vast distances would prevent them from arriving quickly. Even if they were to arrive in time, it would take a while for any formidable figures to show up; do we not have the means to deal with them? Furthermore, even if there are indeed some difficult characters, since we arrived first, they would likely have to give our master some face; what do we have to fear... Even if they were to arrive in time, it would take a while for any formidable figures to show up; do we not have the means to deal with them? Furthermore, even if there are indeed some difficult characters, since we arrived first, they would likely have to give our master some face; what do we have to fear..."
In an instant, the waves receded and the tumult subsided. The tall, thin man, his face ashen, stared blankly at the ancient sword Tianquan poised at his throat, not daring to move an inch. The jade ruler in his hand had already broken into two pieces, and the magical tools held by his two companions had similarly been split in half, utterly destroyed. A layer of undulating black mist faintly enveloped the Tianquan sword, and whenever the black mist brushed past the man's throat, it would leave a thin line of blood.
Oh? This little rascal is not bad! Surprisingly, nothing happened, truly rare! As she spoke, a graceful woman walked in from outside. Everyone looked up and was struck by a bright sight, a burst of fiery red entering their view. The woman had her hair elegantly styled up, adorned with floral hairpins, her brows resembling distant spring mountains, and her eyes like autumn waters, sparkling with charm that could captivate souls. She wore a long skirt with a bright red hem that swept the ground, a jacket of brocade in a lake-green hue, her bosom partially exposed, and draped over it was a thin red gauze robe. With every gesture and movement, she exuded grace and allure, embodying countless charms. The woman had her hair elegantly styled up, adorned with floral hairpins, her brows resembling distant spring mountains, and her eyes like autumn waters, sparkling with charm that could captivate souls. She wore a long skirt with a bright red hem that swept the ground, a jacket of brocade in a lake-green hue, her bosom partially exposed, and draped over it was a thin red gauze robe. With every gesture and movement, she exuded grace and allure, embodying countless charms. Her seductive demeanor surpassed even that of the legendary Daji, who once brought disaster to the nation.
Huihai Gaoxuan chanted a Buddhist invocation and said to Ziyang Zhenren: "The Ziwai Zhenren has emerged from seclusion, which is a significant event for my righteous path. From this point on, the leader of the Daoist sect will be the rightful path, and all demons and evildoers will no longer be able to cause chaos. Upon my return, I will report this to the Abbot and choose a day to ascend Xixuan Mountain again to congratulate Ziwai Zhenren on the completion of his virtuous deeds"
Upon hearing these words, everyone exchanged glances, none displaying any signs of joy
The acceptance of disciples by the Purple Tenuity True Person is indeed a significant event. It is said that the Purple Tenuity True Person has surpassed one hundred years of age, having practiced Taoism for ninety years and presided over the sect for forty years, yet he has never taken a disciple. Particularly, he has been in seclusion for thirty years, during which his disciples have had to rely on the guidance of the leaders of the other eight branches for their cultivation. Therefore, despite the flourishing incense and the emergence of talents in the other eight branches of the Daoist sect, his own branch has shown a gradual decline. Thus, as soon as the Purple Tenuity True Person emerged from his seclusion, he began to accept disciples, which is certainly another major event. Regardless of who it may be, to receive the teachings of the Purple Tenuity True Person in the methods of Tao and the secrets of immortality is undoubtedly a fortune that one might not attain even after several lifetimes.
The voice reflects the person
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The monk's face flushed with anger, and his thoughts dissipated, his rage deepening. However, he dared not step down to confront Yun Wuhua alone. He had just witnessed the power of Yun Wuhua's ancient sword; he believed that it would take no more than ten strikes, and perhaps just three would lead to his demise. After all, he was a disciple of a prestigious school, and he had some self-awareness. The problem was that he had made a harsh remark, and since Nanshan Temple was a reputable sect of the righteous path, he certainly could not rely on numbers to win. Thus, although the monk trembled with anger, he did not dare to respond. He feared that in seeking a momentary verbal victory, he would instead invite a tragic end stained with blood on the desolate plains.
He had just rushed into the store when a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his neck. This grasp was indeed profound, as if it had come from the heavens, appearing without a trace and disappearing without a sound, manifesting from nothing, leaving him completely unable to evade it. Such skill in grasping was deeply refined, having reached a state of perfection, and he had not missed a single opportunity in several years.
The three exchanged glances once more, and without further words, suddenly raised in their hands a jade ruler, a circular saw, and a square purple-gold bowl. They chanted incantations and formed hand seals, and in an instant, the various treasures emitted brilliant rays of light, making a cacophony, illuminating the dark front hall as if it were broad daylight
Not far away, he could only see a vast expanse of dark mist, intermittently illuminated by a flicker of fiery red, clearly indicating that Yun Wuhua and Jing Yu were locked in a fierce battle. Jing Yu's cultivation primarily focused on mobility and transformation, which allowed her to avoid showing signs of defeat; however, she dared not confront the ancient sword Tianquan head-on, making her eventual defeat merely a matter of time
At this moment, her phoenix-like eyes widened, and she shouted angrily: "The business in the shop is sluggish, and it has taken half a month to finally catch a fat sheep. We need to make minced meat for the filling, boil bones for the soup, and roll out the dumpling skins! There are so many tasks to do early in the morning; how can you, you little rascal, afford to slack off and play tricks!" Strangely enough, this fat sheep has not a single silver coin on it..." As she spoke, the shopkeeper's wife suspiciously stared at the young man, her gaze becoming even sharper, directly fixing on him, "Honestly confess, did you, you little rascal, secretly hide it when you made your move?" The shopkeeper's wife's eyes were like torches, unwilling to let go of even the slightest expression on the young man's face.
The arrival of the Ziyang Real Person, the Yuxu Real Person, and the Taiwei Real Person marks a significant occasion, as they are all leaders of the Daoist moral lineage and are among the most distinguished figures of our time. For ordinary individuals, it is exceedingly difficult to even meet one of them, yet today, all three have gathered, presenting a rare spectacle. Furthermore, the more than ten disciples accompanying the three Real Persons possess remarkable skills, each being a capable individual in their own right, clearly indicating that they have come well-prepared. This stands in stark contrast to the hurried actions of various sects, where only a few individuals from the nearest locations rushed to arrive.
At this moment, the righteous individuals exchanged glances, but who would refuse such a fortunate event that had fallen from the sky? There was no dissent among the crowd
There are more brilliant insults within, so there is no need for further elaboration
As the conversation unfolded, a auspicious cloud descended from the sky, within which shadowy figures could be discerned, numbering at least several dozen, belonging to various righteous sects.
Master Ziyang clasped his hands in greeting and smiled, saying: "Master Huihai has overpraised me; our understanding of the Dao is still shallow, and we are unworthy of the title of 'real person'"
Another tall and thin man frowned, raised his left hand to form a gesture, and the blue smoke instantly vanished without a trace. He said, slightly displeased: "We are merely here to look for someone, so let us not create unnecessary trouble! Once you release this Soul-Disrupting Smoke, others will immediately know that we have been here. That would be one thing, but what if it harms the person the gentleman is trying to find? How will you take responsibility for that?"
The long-bearded scholar turned his head and said: "Lord Luo, this time our goal is certain to be achieved. Is it possible that the Yunxia Cave is prepared to obstruct us?"
In an instant, in this desolate land beyond the Great Wall, people have dispersed and sounds have faded. All that remains in the vastness of heaven and earth is a solitary flagpole, on which the guest-招客 flag of the Dragon Gate Inn continues to flutter and snap in the fierce wind.
Yun Wuhua clearly did not wish to relent, brandishing her sword once more. This time, she attacked with such ferocity that Jing Yu was left completely defenseless. In a short span of time, Jing Yu found himself in peril multiple times.
The three men had quietly retreated to the corner of the room as soon as the woman in black entered the shop. They were completely uninterested in her delicate, icy features; instead, they fixated on the massive sword behind her, their eyes revealing a hint of fear, and their hands gripping their magical artifacts trembled slightly.
The young man felt as if his entire body were bound by countless iron chains, unable even to lift a little finger. Moreover, with each crisp sound of the jade bracelet striking, he felt his body grow heavier. Yet, despite the immense weight pressing down on his upper body and the excruciating pain in his legs, he refused to fall, helplessly watching as the woman's hand reached toward his throat
The words of Yunwu Huazhi resonated like thunder on a clear day, leaving the people from the three sects in stunned silence. It is important to note that Nanshan Temple has a legacy of over a thousand years, with numerous eminent monks and masterful teachers emerging from within its walls, serving as a pillar of righteousness in the contemporary world. In terms of influence, it ranks just below the three orthodox sects of Daodezong, Yunchongju, and Qingxugong. Master Huihai is one of the few enlightened monks from Nanshan Temple, renowned for his profound meditation practice, enjoying a reputation that has lasted for over a century. However, the high monks of Nanshan Temple rarely leave the temple grounds, and Master Huihai's arrival in this remote and wild land is undoubtedly for the sake of this young man. Moreover, Master Huihai is one of the few enlightened monks from Nanshan Temple, renowned for his profound meditation practice, enjoying a reputation that has lasted for over a century. However, the high monks of Nanshan Temple rarely leave the temple grounds, and Master Huihai's arrival in this remote and wild land is undoubtedly for the sake of this young man.
Huihai lowered his brows in silence, merely reciting the Buddha's name. The tall disciple beside him could no longer contain himself, stepping forward and scolding, "Demoness, do not speak recklessly here! My master is known for his compassion; how can he sit idly by while this ignorant youth falls into your wicked hands! If you dare to slander again, do not blame my precious staff for being merciless!"
Esteemed friends, today marks a day of great joy for our sect, and it is not appropriate to witness any bloodshed. Although Yun Wu Hua is reckless, she still knows when to advance and retreat. I earnestly request that you consider the reputation of our sect and temporarily spare her today. What do you all think?
In the current situation, Jing Yu has no other choice but to confront it head-on. With a clear shout, she flung off the last two jade bracelets from her wrists, which instantly transformed into the size of a wheel, one advancing and the other retreating to meet the ancient sword, Tianquan. The two flashes of emerald light vanished in an instant, and Jing Yu's final two jade bracelets were reduced to powder. However, the ancient sword Tianquan was momentarily hindered, causing its momentum to slow just enough for Jing Yu to narrowly escape a calamity
Amidst the gloomy clouds and bleak fog, a pale sun is seen struggling to rise from the yellow sands
The shopkeeper's wife stared at the blue stone and frowned, saying, "Where did this thing come from?"
Yun Wuhua let out a cold smile, and the ancient sword maintained its momentum, striking fiercely against the three magical artifacts! A sudden roar echoed through the inn, and it seemed as if every corner was filled with the surging dark waters of the Nether River. The waves of the Nether River converged into a single torrent, suddenly erupting into a towering wave! The dilapidated Longmen Inn could no longer withstand such destruction; with a crisp crack, it abruptly transformed into a sky full of splintered wood and shattered tiles, scattering in all directions. Only the flagpole stood tall as before. The dilapidated Longmen Inn could no longer withstand such destruction; with a crisp crack, it abruptly transformed into a sky full of splintered wood and shattered tiles, scattering in all directions. Only the flagpole stood tall as before
Yun Wuhua fixed her gaze on the monk for a long time. With her unparalleled beauty and the Xuanming Sword in hand, this intense stare made the monk feel quite uncomfortable, his heart racing and thoughts swirling: "Why is she looking at me like this? Could it be that..."
The three individuals had average builds, their expressions blank, and their attire was quite peculiar, unlike those nearby. As the young man stepped into the main hall, all three simultaneously looked up, six deep yellow eyes fixated on him. The young man was taken aback, feeling as if their gazes were tangible, like six blades piercing through his body. In an instant, he felt a heaviness in his chest, an indescribable sadness overwhelming him. His entire body felt weak; as he loosened his grip, the water bucket fell to the ground with a loud crash, splashing water everywhere, heading straight for the person inside. The young man was taken aback, feeling as if their gazes were tangible, like six blades piercing through his body. In an instant, he felt a heaviness in his chest, an indescribable sadness overwhelming him. His entire body felt weak; as he loosened his grip, the water bucket fell to the ground with a loud crash, splashing water everywhere, heading straight for the person inside.
The Ziyang True Person awaited the followers of the righteous path to travel far. He then instructed a disciple to carry the young man on his back, summoning the precious light and auspicious clouds, and flew towards the Xuan Mountain in the west
The young man serving as a waiter held a shovel in his hand, diligently filling the large pit in front of him with soil. Despite the strong wind, most of the soil had already been swept into the air before it could settle in the pit. Yet this young man possessed the skill to pour the dirt into the pit with precision, completely unaffected by the fierce wind. Observing his adept movements, it is likely that he has performed such tasks of digging and filling countless times, certainly more than a hundred.
Just as he was in a daze, he heard a voice that sounded like jade falling onto a plate of ice: "This person is mine!"
The long-bearded scholar nodded and said, "This statement is reasonable; let us first take him back to the mountain and discuss further."
At that moment, a biting cold wind carried a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig: "You little bastard! Where have you been? Has it taken you this long to bury something? I've already steamed several batches of buns! If you don't come back soon, the next batch of buns will be filled with your meat!"
However, they never anticipated that Yun Wuhua, after unleashing such a powerful sword strike, still had the strength to follow it with another. This time, however, the target was not the young man, but rather a horizontal slash aimed at the members of the three factions.
The tall, thin man pondered, "There is some truth to this. This fellow is indeed too far removed from the person the gentleman is looking for. Could it be that he is hiding? If we search the vicinity again, it will certainly take a considerable amount of time. If other parties also come to stir up trouble, that would be quite unfortunate"
Suddenly, a woman in the crowd exclaimed: "Could the chosen successor of the Purple Micro True Person be this young man?"
The expressions of the three men changed dramatically as they exchanged a quiet glance. The tall, thin man coughed and said, "Fairy Jingyu, this young man is the one specifically requested by Mr. Shushi. If you were to take him away, it might be somewhat inappropriate."
The world is ever-changing, and it is often difficult to have things go as one wishes. Just as Li Tianjun had flown back to rescue his fellow disciples, Yun Wuhua wielded the ancient sword Tianquan once more, unexpectedly unleashing a third strike.
The woman in black coldly scoffed, "The Five Immortals under the Moon? If it weren't for my rare ventures out of the mountains, how could I be mentioned in the same breath as you? No need for further words, leave the person behind. Otherwise, when the Tianquan is drawn, there will surely be bloodshed"
In an instant, the life and death of the youth have reversed several times! What is relied upon, fortune or misfortune
This gathering of righteous and evil sects in this wild and desolate land is significant. Although the number of attendees is not large, each is a person of considerable background, and the sects and caves behind them should not be underestimated. The grievances accumulated in this conflict are substantial, and future disputes are inevitable.
Ziyang Zhenren indeed possesses profound Daoist skills, with a demeanor and cultivation that are incomparable to ordinary individuals. Even when faced with direct accusations of moral superiority and oppression from the Daoist sect, he remains unfazed. It was instead Yuxu Zhenren who spoke up, saying: "Esteemed fellow Daoists, this is the unfulfilled wish of our sect's leader before his ascension. We hope that you can show more understanding regarding our difficulties."
Such remarkable vocal prowess indeed indicates that the innkeeper's wife is exceptionally wise and strong, unlike ordinary individuals. Although the young man is only fourteen years old, he is tall and appears similar to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old. The innkeeper's wife, standing at seven feet tall and with a waist measuring ten spans, effortlessly lifts the young man as if he were merely a piece of pork, showing no signs of strain whatsoever. With her thick eyebrows and large eyes, a prominent nose, and wide mouth, she possesses a striking appearance, exuding a certain heroic spirit. Unfortunately, her face is often marked by a murderous aura that she cannot conceal.
At this moment, the young man, still shaken, saw the two fighting endlessly and immediately turned to run. He dashed forward for a hundred steps, only to suddenly notice that a dozen or so people had appeared not far ahead. These individuals, both male and female, carried various magical tools, and judging by the colors of their clothing, they clearly belonged to three different factions.
A loud shout echoed from the sky, sounding like a lion's roar or thunder: "Bold demoness! Is it permissible for you to casually utter my master's name?"
Could you be willing to guide me on the path of the moral sect, to cultivate the method of the Great Void Golden Elixir, to gaze upon the sun's brilliance above and to pick the moon's pearls below, in order to attain the Great Way
The strike once again ended in failure, and Yun Wuhua maintained her usual indifferent and aloof expression, standing with her sword in hand, the ancient sword Tianquan slanting towards the sky, coldly saying: "What a great Prajnaparamita mantra, is it Master Huihai from Nanshan Temple who has arrived?"
The cries of alarm from the three factions rose and fell in succession, utterly unprepared for Yun Wuhua's ruthless actions against the young man. However, among the three factions, there were naturally individuals of exceptional ability. Before the cries had faded, several highly skilled practitioners had already leaped into action, swift as lightning, positioning themselves in front of the young man, with the foremost being Li Zhiyao, the Heavenly Lord of Qisheng Mountain. Those who were unable to reach in time also summoned their magical artifacts, attempting to use their limited strength to block the ferocious sword intent of Yun Wuhua.
Hidden in the distance, Jing Yu witnessed the battle, her complexion pale and devoid of color. It was only then that she realized that in the recent confrontation, Yun Wu Hua had not exerted her full strength, likely out of concern for the various factions secretly observing. Otherwise, there would be no place for her to stand by and watch; she would have long since perished, her soul scattered.
On such a morning with such wind, who does not long for the warmth and comfort of their bed? Yet, for the impoverished and suffering, whose lives are as cheap as ants, regardless of the weather, there is no reason to cease work. It is hardly surprising to see the young waiter wielding a shovel, appearing amidst the flying sand and stones that are as sharp as blades.
Yun Wuhua paid no attention to the three individuals soaring into the sky, instead turning to look at Fairy Jingyu and said: "Leave the person behind, you go!"
Her icy finger pointed, the ancient sword resembling a celestial river cascading down, carrying the surging waters of the dark sea, striking down upon that tall, thin man!
Even if the Purple Tenuity True Person's cultivation is insufficient and their merits are not yet complete, they can still achieve the result of becoming an immortal through corpse dissolution. Although this level of cultivation is somewhat lacking, it can still be considered a form of accomplishment, allowing them to rank among the scattered immortals. This is an unprecedented event in the realms of cultivation for the past three hundred years. At this time, the Daoist Sect possesses top talents in both geomancy and the collection of immortal artifacts, and with the Purple Tenuity True Person achieving their ultimate result, the Daoist Sect is bound to ascend to greater heights, likely securing its position at the forefront of the righteous path for the next century.
At this moment, the tall and thin man bowed to the woman in black and said, "Fairy Yun, I respectfully request your attention. This young man is the one specifically requested by Mr. Shushi. Our two factions have always maintained a good relationship. If you were to take this young man away just like that, it would likely be difficult for us to explain ourselves in front of Mr. Shushi..."
In an instant, a fierce wind swept through the inn, with dazzling flashes of light and intermittent thunder rumbling. The young man felt an overwhelming pressure on his body, and golden stars danced before his eyes, rendering everything unclear. Just as he was on the verge of collapsing, the wind suddenly ceased and the rain stopped in the inn. The pressure on him vanished abruptly, and he felt a sweetness in his chest, followed by a sudden spurt of fresh blood as he fell backward.
The tall, thin man had a pale face, repeatedly saying: "Alright, alright. Fairy Yun, I will remember this sword gift. We shall meet again. Let us go!" After saying this, the three of them, filled with hatred, turned and soared into the air.
The青石 is crystal clear and lustrous, with a faint glow, and at times, ethereal winds and auspicious clouds appear within the stone, indicating it is no ordinary item. It is evident at a glance. The young man, while dragging Luo Feng, inadvertently discovered this piece of青石. Even if given ten more lives, he would not dare to touch anything belonging to the fat sheep. Yet, on this day, for reasons unknown, he acted as if possessed, and inexplicably tucked the青石 into his bosom. At this moment, it was discovered by the innkeeper's wife. Although he was merely a lowly servant sweeping the floors at the Longmen Inn, he would not truly be boiled into soup, but a severe beating was absolutely unavoidable. He claimed it was an ordinary stone he had picked up, but that was merely a desperate attempt to defend himself in his final moments.
Everyone is well aware that in just this one round, they have already suffered a significant defeat under the hands of Master Yuxu.
Although the young boy was still small in age, he had managed to deal with guests for several years and had deceived countless unsuspecting victims. At this moment, how could he possibly not know how to respond? He immediately knelt on both legs, repeatedly bowing his head with great force, and with all his strength cried out: "I am willing! I am willing! I seek the grace of the immortal!"
The righteous practitioners were greatly astonished, each focusing their energy and spirit. In an instant, the brilliance of treasures soared to the sky, and celestial clouds swirled around, creating a scene of great excitement. Only Master Huihai remained with his head bowed, reciting the Buddha's name.
Although many were hesitant to directly question the authority of the Daoist sect due to its moral standing, an elder stepped forward and stroked his beard, saying: "The leader of the Daoist sect is indeed on the right path, and I have long admired the esteemed names of all the true practitioners present. The accomplishments of Master Ziwei are complete, making him a model for our kind. We are all fellow practitioners gathered in this wild land, where even evil spirits and foreign teachings have congregated. We all know the reason for our presence here. Let us not beat around the bush; to be clear, it is all because of this extraordinary young man. There is always a sequence to events, and if Master Ziyang were to arrive and take this young man away immediately, well, despite the great reputation of the Daoist sect and the profound skills of Master Ziwei, it would likely be somewhat inappropriate!"
Before the words had left his mouth, the Ancient Sword of Heavenly Authority unleashed a tremendous wave from the Abyssal River, sweeping towards Jingyu.
In a moment of urgency, with a flick of her delicate wrist, a jade bracelet shot out like lightning, intercepting the waves of the River of the Underworld before they could reach the young man. Upon contact with the waves, the jade bracelet radiated a brilliant green light, resembling an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron, effectively blocking the surging dark waters. However, when the waves finally receded, the bracelet was already covered in cracks and had lost its luster, clearly having been destroyed.
At this moment, an elderly man clad in a green robe stroked his beard and said: "What you say, Lord Li, is incorrect. Although the Seven Saints Mountain is renowned, it would be rather inappropriate to think one can take someone away so easily."
The righteous sect members, upon hearing the implied meaning in the words of the Jade Void True Person, were naturally prepared to confront each other with weapons. They fell silent, each secretly gripping their weapons and readying their talismans, as the situation was on the verge of erupting. However, although the number of righteous sect members was several times that of the Dao De Sect, apart from Hui Hai, who could contend with the three True Persons, there was no one else capable of being their opponent. Once the conflict was initiated, it was clear that the losses would far outweigh the gains.
Yun Wu Hua Jian's momentum did not waver in the slightest; she calmly said: "Since you have called me a worthless person three times, I shall first carve three swords on your face before we continue."
Jing Yu was unable to react in time to the pain of the jade bracelet, as the ancient sword, Tianquan, suddenly appeared before her like a dragon soaring from the sky! Jing Yu could only manage to curse, "You little vixen, how cruel you are!" and was completely unable to evade.
Yun Wuhua feigned ignorance, her figure gracefully ascending, slowly departing, completely disregarding the provocation from the plain-dressed woman. The plain-dressed woman, furious, turned pale, but seeing that her companions remained motionless, she did not dare to pursue alone. After grinding her teeth in frustration for a long time, she was left with no choice but to silently harbor her resentment in her heart.
This shout was extraordinary, resonant yet piercing, like a knife or a chisel, cutting through the wind and clearly reaching the ears of the young man. It is unclear how the innkeeper's wife acquired such a remarkable vocal skill, as the power of her shout could reach a hundred zhang away. Regardless, this is something beyond the reach of ordinary people
The young man had lost count of how many times he had been caught; naturally, he was well-versed in how to respond. He immediately relaxed his body obediently, allowing that large hand to lift him, while only smiling and saying: "Madam, your wisdom and martial prowess are unmatched; I can never escape your grasp."
The Qingxu Palace was originally a small and weak temple, but following the ascension of the Qingling Zhenren, admirers began to gather in large numbers, and seekers of the Dao came incessantly, thus it began to establish itself as a major sect of the orthodox path
Yun Wu Hua glanced around and saw that although the people from the righteous path were eyeing her like tigers watching their prey, they all wore expressions of vigilance, clearly on guard against one another. Therefore, she let out a cold laugh, sheathed her sword, and turned to leave.
At this moment, the purple mist falls from the sky, and the seven rays of light intertwine, creating a scene that is both mysterious and difficult to describe. Among them, more than ten individuals descend slowly, each surrounded by a gentle breeze, their vitality radiating brilliantly. In the center stands a true immortal, adorned in a Daoist robe embroidered with the rising sun over the East Sea, a bronze ancient sword resting on his back. His face shines with a precious light, his long beard sways with the wind, exuding an ethereal presence that is immediately recognizable.
Strangely enough, as soon as the young man left Jing Yu's grasp, the burning pain throughout his body immediately vanished without a trace, and his mind became clear at once. However, he was forcefully pushed away by Jing Yu, and the impact was both swift and heavy, causing him to fall to the ground in a disoriented state. Having worked hard since childhood, he was physically robust and quite perceptive. Gritting his teeth, he endured the excruciating pain and quietly got up, intending to find an opportunity to slip away and distance himself from this place of turmoil.
The young man was at a loss for words; how could he possibly know what was meant by the ethereal barriers or the sun's radiance and the moon's pearls? In his anxiety, he feared that he might answer incorrectly and provoke the immortal to leave, thus missing the great opportunity for fortune and escape from the sea of suffering once again. Just as he was sweating profusely and unsure of what to do, a delicate voice suddenly reached his ears: "The true person wishes to take you as a disciple, to teach you the secrets of immortality and eternal wealth, and is asking whether you are willing."
In a moment of helplessness, Jing Yu could only form a hand seal, and with a flash of red light, he had already darted a hundred zhang away.
Gazing at the ground that had returned to its original state, the young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, standing in a daze for a while, and unconsciously let out a soft sigh. He reached into his bosom and took out a small piece of green stone. The stone felt smooth and slippery in his hand, round and lovely. The young man examined it closely; the more he looked, the more he felt that this piece of green stone was warm and translucent, with a radiant luster flowing, and it seemed to contain another world within the stone.
Yun Wuhua seemed to lack the patience to entangle with her, suddenly breaking away from the battle circle, and with a distant sword strike aimed at the boy's waist! Although the sword's edge was several dozen zhang away, the surging waves of the River of the Underworld were enough to sever this boy, who had no protective celestial techniques, into a thousand pieces.
The young man stood there in a daze, unsure of what to do. He only saw more than ten celestial beings suddenly descend from the sky, stopping about ten zhang above his head, each one asking him something. However, he could see the immortals speaking, yet he could not hear what they were saying, leaving him utterly bewildered and unsure how to respond. One by one, the immortals left in disappointment, and his heart grew increasingly anxious. Fortunately, when the last immortal, dressed as a Daoist, opened his mouth, it was as if he had been enlightened, his mind clear, and he heard a harmonious and profound voice.
The young man remained completely unaware that the atmosphere in the inn had become extremely tense. The bowl rack on one side of the front hall was teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly about to crash to the ground at any moment, yet it remained suspended in mid-air, refusing to fall. Two soup bowls had already flown off the rack, but bizarrely, they hovered in the air, drifting back and forth, showing no sign of imminent descent to the ground.
A single sword strike to the throat is a fatal injury for an ordinary person, but for those who have achieved a certain level of cultivation, it is merely a superficial wound. Nevertheless, even so, one would still need to recuperate for ten days to half a month after returning.
Yun Wu Hua unleashed three swords in succession, leaving the practitioners of the three sects at their wits' end, with only the ability to defend themselves and no strength to counterattack. They were in disarray, unable to care for themselves, let alone spare any effort for the young man. As they watched, he was on the verge of being consumed by the waters of the River of Oblivion, eroding his flesh and bones, devouring his soul and spirit, trapped for ten thousand years without hope of transcendence
Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper's wife stared at the青石 for a long time, and then actually threw it back at him, scolding: "Useless little bastard, these worthless stones are everywhere, and you treat one like a treasure. The freshly steamed buns are almost ready; why aren't you keeping an eye on them? If they overcook, just watch me skin you alive! You have no parents; I took pity on you and brought you back, raised you for six or seven years, but that doesn't mean you can just eat for free!"
A chill suddenly filled the shop as a young woman stepped in. She wore a black gauze robe, with three-quarter sleeves that revealed much of her snow-white, ice-like arms. Her beauty was striking to the extreme, and her coldness matched it; her small face was nearly transparent, and her expression was serene. An aura of frost emanated from her entire being, as if she were a celestial maiden sculpted from a millennium of ice. A massive sword was slung across her back, her eyes faintly revealing a hint of blue, and her lips adorned with a touch of deep purple. Her beauty was striking to the extreme, and her coldness matched it; her small face was nearly transparent, and her expression was serene. An aura of frost emanated from her entire being, as if she were a celestial maiden sculpted from a millennium of ice. A massive sword was slung across her back, her eyes faintly revealing a hint of blue, and her lips adorned with a touch of deep purple
In a moment of distraction, he could only think: "I have long heard that the bodies of women from the Southern Dynasties are fragrant and soft; it seems to be true... This elder sister, what was her name, Jing something fairy... Alas, I still recognize too few characters..."
At this moment, the sky is dimly lit, with the wind and sand swirling faintly, making it difficult to see the distant scenery clearly. The Longmen Inn is situated in a desolate wilderness, extremely impoverished, with no significant villages or towns within several dozen miles. Beyond the Jianhu Pass lies a wild land plagued by bandits, resulting in very few travelers entering or leaving. Even when travelers do arrive, it is often at dusk. However, this young man is quite diligent; he rises every morning to clean the inn thoroughly, a routine he has maintained for several years. He is also clever and good-looking, and as he grows a little older, the responsibility of attending to guests and identifying the best sheep in the entire inn falls upon his shoulders.
Although the shopkeeper's wife always refers to herself as "old lady," she particularly enjoys being addressed as "madam" by the young man
The young man stood frozen in place, on one side was the fierce battle between Yun Wu Hua and Jing Yu, and on the other side was the chaotic clash of three factions. The radiant treasures shot forth like thunder, possessing immense power, striking the ground and sending dust and stones flying. How could he dare to escape through the battlefield below?
In the midst of desolate mountains and treacherous waters, a small shop in the wilderness suddenly finds itself bustling with guests arriving one after another
At this moment, Jingyu found herself in a dire predicament. Her abilities were already inferior to Yun Wuhua's by a fraction, and now, having lost three jade bracelets due to the opponent's schemes, she had nothing left to hinder the ancient sword Tianquan. If she did not escape soon, she might perish within moments. In her desperation, she shouted, "Wretched woman, even if you kill me, you will still be powerless against the Three Factions of Qisheng Mountain, Yunxia Cave, and Xuanxiang Valley! It would be better for us to join forces and seize the opportunity to escape together."
The fairy Jingyu caught a glimpse of the ancient sword behind the woman in black, and her expression changed. She quietly took a step back and said with a smile, "Yun Wuhua, your old man is indeed generous, even allowing you to bring out the ancient sword Tianquan. It seems he is determined to win. Although we are both among the Five Immortals under the Moon, we have yet to determine a victor. It appears that today will inevitably lead to a contest."
The Ziyang True Man paused for a moment and then said with a smile, "After the Ziwai True Man emerged from seclusion, he spoke to us, stating that the day of his complete attainment is not far off, and thus he has already chosen a successor to inherit his teachings."
The man was utterly astonished, and in his haste, he could not evade; he had no choice but to suddenly bite through the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of blood mist onto the jade ruler in his hand. He then formed a seal and recited an incantation, facing the ancient sword Tianquan. His two companions also raised their magical instruments to block the ancient sword Tianquan.
The Han warrior exclaimed in anger: "You can push it all away!"
The Ziyang True Person looked around and then smiled as he replied: "This first joy is that our sect's leader, the Ziwai True Person, has exited seclusion yesterday at the hour of Chen."
As soon as the woman entered the inn, her eyes fixed intently on the young man, refusing to move even a fraction. The young man felt a sense of panic, as if the woman could see through him, laying bare his innermost being. Yet, he found himself utterly unable to move, not even able to avert his gaze.
The young man's face appeared slightly pale, his heart racing uncontrollably; however, he maintained a calm demeanor, looking somewhat bewildered as he said: "This morning, while digging in the soil, I found this stone to be quite attractive, so I picked it up to wear."
The long-bearded scholar's expression changed, and he turned to look at another group of people. Xuanxiang Valley is predominantly composed of women, with a weak following and far less power than Qisheng Mountain. However, the techniques of Xuanxiang Valley are unpredictable and quite difficult to deal with, making them particularly suitable for ambushes.
The woman's two brows, resembling smoke and ink, suddenly arched upwards. With a flick of her right hand, the ancient sword, Tianquan, emitted a clear sound that soared straight up to the heavens, and then leapt into her hand on its own
The surging black waves once again surged forth, sweeping across the heavens and the earth, rushing towards the people of the three factions. Everyone immediately changed color, realizing the overwhelming might of the waves and knowing they could hardly withstand it. It should be noted that those with profound cultivation had already flown to rescue the young man, while those of slightly lesser skill had also summoned their magical treasures, leaving no strength to protect themselves. As they witnessed this sword breaking through the air, all they could do was concentrate and gather their energy, sacrificing a significant portion of their cultivation to harden their true essence, cultivated through arduous practice, to withstand this sword.
Everyone immediately held their breath, knowing that Master Ziyang was about to speak on the crucial point.
At that moment, a bearded scholar looked at the young man and frowned, saying, "Could it be him?"
The Jade Void Real Person said: "We are here on a mission and must not fail our trust. If everyone insists on making things difficult, it may lead to some minor offenses."
Yun Wuhua let out a cold laugh, focused his gaze, and saw three figures descending from the shimmering golden light in the sky. The central figure was an old monk, clad in a large red and gold embroidered robe, wearing a string of Nanhai agarwood beads around his neck, and holding a nine-ringed purple gold demon-subduing staff. With white eyebrows and kind eyes, he emanated a faint Buddhist light, exuding a dignified presence; indeed, he was Nanshan Huihai. On either side of him stood a middle-aged monk, presumably his disciples. The one who spoke out in reprimand was the tall monk standing to his left.
Only Huihai continued to inquire: "The Ziyang Real Person just mentioned that today is a day of great joy for your esteemed sect, but I wonder where this joy originates from"
This sentence carried the Jiangnan accent, both charming and soft; though not loud, it seemed to possess a strange magic. The young man, upon hearing it, felt as if the sound penetrated his very marrow, leaving him weak and languid all over. As if that were not enough, the final note trembled faintly, instantly causing a surge of warmth to rise from his lower abdomen, rushing straight to his head. The young man felt a dizziness, and in that moment, the only sound echoing in the world was this voice. He was unable to control himself and took a step toward the source of the sound. Just as he stepped forward, a subtle chill suddenly coursed through his chest, driving away that enchanting voice.
Upon hearing these words, the crowd gradually became agitated. Another robust man spoke in a deep voice: "Understanding? Your esteemed clan has its difficulties, but do we not have our own challenges? Why does your clan not consider our plight and willingly hand over this young man? You make this matter sound rather simplistic!"
The Fairy of Scenery chuckled lightly, suddenly taking a step back and lifting the young man up. She then said, "Are you really so desperate for men that you would set your sights on a boy like this? However, he is now in my hands. If you dare to make a move against me, I will kill him first. If you must take someone, then take back a corpse instead!"
The master of the large hand let out a satisfied hum, slightly turning his hand to bring the young man around, facing him directly.
The Ziwai Real Person has been in seclusion for thirty years, and this time of opening the door is indeed a significant event that has stirred various realms. Even during the Real Person's seclusion, there were rumors that the Ziwai Real Person was engaged in this period of purification for the purpose of attaining the method of ascending in broad daylight. Now that the door is opened, it is presumed that some achievements have been made, and ascension is imminent. Since the beginning of recorded history in the realm of cultivation, the most recent individual to achieve the fruit of ascension was the Qingling Real Person of the Qingxu Palace. The Qingling Real Person entered the Qingxu Palace to cultivate from a young age, and historical records indicate that he was exceptionally intelligent and possessed innate wisdom, with an extraordinary memory for various ancient texts of the Dao, able to recite them after a single reading. He possessed great perseverance, enduring hardships that ordinary people could not tolerate, and had a strong determination, vowing to guide the lost souls of the world. Subsequently, the Qingling Real Person deepened his Dao practice and accumulated countless merits, ultimately receiving guidance from an immortal, who imparted to him supreme secrets. After enduring rigorous cultivation for thirty years, he achieved ascension. After the Qingling Real Person transformed into an immortal, he left behind four volumes of the "Shanghuang Jinlu" and several magical tools he used during his lifetime. At this time, even the jade pendant worn by the Qingling Real Person, having long been infused with the aura of immortality, possesses a sense of spiritual connection, not to mention the immortal sword and magical tools he diligently refined.
The young woman paid no attention to the three individuals, directly reaching out her hand towards the young boy. With a smile at the corners of her eyes and a rosy complexion, she spoke softly and gently: "This little brother is quite handsome, truly a remarkable person. Come here, don't be afraid, sister will take you to a beautiful and fun place, so you won't have to suffer in this desolate wilderness anymore."
"As long as you don't dare, that's good enough. Trying to deceive me is not that easy." The innkeeper's wife seemed quite pleased with the boy's words. She snorted, relaxed her grip, and threw the boy to the ground. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a glimmer of red light flashed in her eyes. She glanced at the boy, and her delicate eyebrows suddenly raised. She pulled out a red thread from his collar, one end of which was hanging a small piece of green stone.
The old man chuckled and said, "The Cloud and Sunset Cave, of course, cannot hinder the good deeds of the Heavenly Sovereign. However, since this young man is so important, it seems we must disregard the rules of the Dao and join forces with Xuanxiang Valley for a moment."
At this moment, the Daoist sect has come in full force, seizing the initiative and already controlling the situation in the arena. The simultaneous appearance of the three true beings in this wild land makes their intentions quite evident.
At this moment, the youth felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, with an expanse of boundless darkness before him, and everything around him fading into nothingness, entering into the profound unknown, completely unaware of the situation in the shop. Although he could see nothing, his senses became increasingly acute. In the midst of this confusion, he felt as if his limbs and bones were plunged into a molten lava purgatory. The sensation of searing flames burned intensely, piercing to the core, making him wish he could simply lose consciousness. However, fate did not align with his wishes; the pain only intensified, becoming even more severe. The sensation of searing flames burned intensely, piercing to the core, making him wish he could simply lose consciousness. However, fate did not align with his wishes; the pain only intensified, becoming even more severe. Dimly, he seemed to catch a whiff of a burnt smell, and the hissing sound of roasting occasionally filled his ears. The suffering he endured was truly beyond the capacity of words to describe
The three factions arrived simultaneously, each harboring their own ulterior motives. Now that the truth has been revealed, they each took their magical weapons in hand, and the atmosphere became extremely tense, with swords drawn and arrows nocked. In the silence, a surge of purple energy suddenly appeared; it was unclear who struck first. Members of the three factions soared into the air, and in an instant, brilliant lights flashed chaotically, with magical weapons clashing in a spectacular display. Everyone was aware of the urgency of the situation; any delay would invite more opponents. Thus, they all resolved to settle the matter swiftly, launching their most powerful killing moves at once.
As the voice just began, several Sanskrit mantras emerged from the young man's body, accompanied by a layer of golden light that shone brilliantly, enveloping him completely. Just as the golden light appeared, the waves of the River of the Underworld surged forward, colliding with the golden light. Suddenly, the brilliance of the several Sanskrit mantras intensified, and the thunderous waves of the River of the Underworld instantly quieted, akin to receding tides. Subsequently, they vanished without a trace. The several Sanskrit mantras also lost their luster, dimming in an instant, becoming difficult to discern. Suddenly, the brilliance of the several Sanskrit mantras intensified, and the thunderous waves of the River of the Underworld instantly quieted, akin to receding tides. Subsequently, they vanished without a trace. The several Sanskrit mantras also lost their luster, dimming in an instant, becoming difficult to discern. This astonishing strike from Yun Wuhua was ultimately blocked.
However, the ascension of the Qingling True Person occurred a thousand years ago
The woman extended her right hand towards the boy, but suddenly slowed down, yet continued to advance inch by inch. The three jade bracelets on her wrist seemed to leap about as if possessed, their clashing sounds scattering like a tempest throughout the corners of the hall. Upon hearing such a sound of impending violence, the three individuals stood frozen in place like lifeless statues, unable to move. However, it was evident that the woman was also straining greatly, as fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead in a short span of time. Yet, she gritted her silver teeth, and one delicate hand continued to reach towards the boy, inch by inch. It was evident that the woman was also straining greatly, as fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead in a short span of time. Yet, she gritted her silver teeth, and one delicate hand continued to reach towards the boy, inch by inch.
After a moment of silence, Yun Wu Hua suddenly parted her cherry lips slightly, smiled charmingly, and in an instant, her beautiful face seemed to melt like ice and snow, heralding the return of spring to the earth, stirring the monk's heart and making it impossible for him to look away. She then gently said to the monk: "Since Master is so unfeeling with your precious staff, would you kindly grant me a lesson? Although Wu Hua has fought several battles and is weary in both spirit and body, if I cannot sever your bald head within ten strikes, I am willing to take my own life in apology. What do you think?"
The woman gazed for a moment, then with a graceful wave of her slender hand, the three jade bracelets on her fair wrist clashed against each other, producing a series of clear, melodious jingling sounds that were quite pleasing to the ear. As the jingling began, the three individuals seated nearby immediately changed their expressions, standing up in unison, extending their hands and assuming a defensive stance. What puzzled the young man was that he had clearly not seen any magical artifacts on the three of them, yet at that moment, each held a peculiar magical treasure: a jade ruler, a circular saw, and a square purple-gold bowl.
At this moment, a plainly dressed middle-aged woman shouted: "Stop, enchantress! You have harmed the innocent and caused the deaths of several; do you think you can simply walk away like this?"
The young man felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, smiling awkwardly as he immediately hurried towards the kitchen. He had narrowly escaped death; although the early morning in the northern region was cold, his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. At this moment, he only wished to be a little farther away from the innkeeper's wife. However, her powerful voice, unmatched in its resonance, echoed relentlessly in his ears despite the wall separating them. Do not be deceived by the imposing aura of the innkeeper's wife, which exuded the might of weapons and horses; when she began to nag, she was not much different from an ordinary village woman, speaking only of ungrateful little bastards who loved to be lazy and play tricks.
The previous person scoffed, saying: "I have already used my divine sense to search; apart from the three individuals in this inn, there is no one else nearby. It is evident that the person you are looking for must be here without a doubt. However, among the three in the inn, the two elderly ones are certainly not the ones, leaving only this young man as a possibility. But look at him, he doesn't have the slightest trace of celestial energy about him; how could he possibly be the person you seek? We cannot just try them out; if we mistakenly bring the wrong person, that great achievement could turn into a significant error"
Yun Wuhua's wrist trembled slightly, and the sharp tip of the Tianquan ancient sword immediately sliced through the man's throat, then coldly remarked: "Now you can go report to Mr. Shushi."
Absolutely not
At the moment when he found himself in a difficult position, feeling exceptionally awkward, a cold laugh echoed from the sky: "In the Eastern Capital of Luoyang, purple fire and heavenly thunder have suddenly descended. In this vast world, there are not just a few demonic sects capable of measuring yin and yang and knowing the secrets of heaven! If we do not come, would it not be a free benefit for you group of demons, allowing you to act wildly here?"
Just as the youth was in unbearable pain from the burning, a cool breeze brushed past his face. He immediately felt a refreshing chill on his face, which was quite delightful. Instinctively, he raised his body, wanting to immerse more of himself in the gentle coolness.
Jingyu was greatly shocked, never expecting that Yun Wuhua would strike without warning. Moreover, the ancient sword came with an extremely fierce momentum, and how could she dare to take it head-on? In a moment of desperation, she quickly placed the young man in front of her, hoping to use him as a shield to evade this unstoppable sword strike.
Li Zhiyao's expression changed suddenly, and he said in a low voice: "What can be done today cannot be done; we shall leave." With a wave of his hand, he slowly retreated with the members of the Seven Sacred Mountains. Once he left, the other two factions also did not linger and dispersed in different directions. How astute was Jing Yu? Sensing that the situation was unfavorable, he had already quietly departed. At this moment, only Yun Wuhua remained alone with her sword in the arena.
Yun Wuhua turned back to take a look and saw that although the three factions were engaged in a fierce battle, they had already ceased hostilities on this side, and their attacks had slowed down. Among the three factions, there were several formidable characters, particularly Li Zhiyao from the Seven Sacred Mountains, whose cultivation had reached a level of calmness and tranquility, making him difficult to deal with. Despite the intense fighting among the three factions, once Yun Wuhua made a move to seize someone, it was highly likely that the three factions would join forces to deal with her formidable opponent first before addressing their own conflicts.
The Ziyang Master suddenly laughed and said: "Although the Daoist sect is flourishing, it never uses power to oppress others. How about this: let each sect ask this young man which school he wishes to join, and he will become a disciple of that sect. Is that acceptable? In this world, only those with virtue can occupy a place. My Daoist sect will be the last to ask a question."
At this point, the members of the righteous path were in an uproar, their emotions running high. However, due to the presence of the three esteemed figures of the moral sect, there was more private discussion than public condemnation, and the clamor gradually subsided.
At this moment, the people of the righteous path came to their senses and congratulated Master Ziyang. They were not dull, foolish, or disrespectful; rather, they were preoccupied with the fate of the young man. Upon seeing the Daoist Moral Sect leading a large group approaching with overwhelming strength, they feared that their efforts would be in vain, akin to drawing water with a bamboo basket. Thus, they had not considered any formalities just moments ago.
This question is indeed impolite, but Master Ziyang, with his profound cultivation and exceptional demeanor, took no offense at all and still replied with a smile: "It is indeed this person."
The young man stayed in the kitchen for a short while, then took a towel and some clean water, and walked to the front hall to clean up
As the young man stepped into the front hall, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. Three individuals had appeared in the previously empty hall, seemingly having been seated at an octagonal table for quite some time. The young man rubbed his eyes and focused again, finally confirming that he was not imagining things; there were indeed three people sitting before him. Yet he distinctly remembered that at the moment he entered the front hall, it had been completely devoid of anyone.
The young man was greatly alarmed, and fear instantly spread through his limbs and bones. He steadied his mind and hurriedly argued: "Madam, you are wise! How could I dare! If I were to hide anything, wouldn't you have found it out long ago? Wouldn't I have been immediately boiled for soup by you? Moreover, in this area of several dozen miles, there are hardly a few households. Even if I were to secretly stash away silver, I would have nowhere to spend it!"
The young man suddenly woke up, drenched in sweat, feeling extremely weak, almost unable to stand. He stumbled and leaned against the table beside him, gasping for breath, completely unaware of what had actually happened
The Jade Void True Person said calmly: "This young man is a designated disciple of the Purple Tenuity True Person. We know nothing of his background or origins. We are merely acting in accordance with the instructions of the Master Teacher."
Could these three individuals be malevolent spirits or demons? At this thought, a chill immediately surged within the young man's heart. The Dragon Gate Inn has stood by this official road for many years, and the number of human meat buns and bone soup sold is beyond counting. If one were to say that it has provoked the wrath of gods and the hatred of ghosts, that would be more than sufficient
The young man felt that the object pressing against his face was surprisingly soft, with a faint hint of fragrance. He could not understand why, in this life-and-death moment, he still felt so acutely aware.
The expressions of the righteous people changed slightly, and they began to whisper to one another, engaging in a flurry of discussions
It is yet another morning filled with howling winds and swirling yellow sand. The fierce gales rampage recklessly between heaven and earth. The morning light is dim, the wild winds rage, and the world is enveloped in desolation, permeated by a chilling atmosphere of death.
In the eyes of the youth, filled with horror and disbelief, a splash of water suddenly collided with an invisible barrier, subsequently transforming into wisps of pale blue vapor, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere
Although everyone was filled with hatred to the point of gritting their teeth, since the three masters had revealed such a skill, even if they were to tear their faces and resort to violence, it would only result in a situation of bloodshed in the frontier. With no other choice, they could only leave in anger, their hearts filled with deep-seated resentment towards the Daoist sect. Although they knew that slandering would not kill anyone, they still could not help but engage in this futile effort, incessantly cursing in their hearts like an old, stubborn ox.
The great sword measures four feet in length and seven inches in width. The sword sheath is entirely pitch black, with a dark gleam concealed within. It is wrapped with copper wire inscribed with the four ancient seal characters "Xuanming Fan Ni." This copper wire appears to be extraordinary, dark and heavy, subtly exuding an immense force.
The Jade Void Real Person smiled faintly, a flash of seven-colored light appeared in his hand, and the sword suddenly returned to its sheath. He then stood calmly at the scene, exuding not a trace of killing intent. The righteous practitioners were greatly astonished, momentarily frozen in place.
The young man finally filled in the last shovelful of earth, and then he stepped heavily several times to flatten the mound. The frost and wind here are extremely harsh; before long, the traces of the excavation on the ground will be eroded by the wind and sand. Even if the iron-capturing divine judge from the court were present, it would be difficult to find any clues about these excavation sites on this vast wilderness in a short time
Yun Wu's elegant lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of a cold smile. She tightened her grip, and the Tianquan Sword suddenly emitted a clear chant, its momentum not only unyielding but increasing, piercing straight towards the boy's chest! Observing this force, the sword's edge need not even touch the body; the mere sword energy from the Minghe was sufficient to pierce through both of them.
Yun Wuhua said: "Master Huihai has traveled tirelessly across thousands of mountains and rivers to come here. Is it merely to enlighten me, this wicked woman? I fear that the Master has also come for this young man. Both of us are here to seize someone; what right do you, a virtuous monk, have to criticize me for wielding my sword and causing harm?"
Upon hearing the innkeeper's wife express her anger, the young man immediately changed his expression. He no longer dared to delay, hung the blue stone back around his neck, picked up the iron shovel, and hurriedly ran back to the Dragon Gate Inn
Yun Wu Huadai raised her eyebrows slowly, her icy fingers tightening gradually around the ancient sword Tianquan, and she coldly said: "Master only instructed me to bring people back, but did not specify whether alive or dead. If you want to kill him, feel free to act."