Chapter One, Three Thousand Miles of Prohibition

Preface

If life could start over, I would probably still be like this. - Jing Jiu

Prologue

The four greats are ever-present, what doubts remain about the feng shui here? Therefore, I should compose a new poem. The fragrant flowers in the secluded valley, the cold algae dance in the rippling waves. Borrowing from the jade river to nourish my armpits, even the celestial beings may not necessarily think of me. Still, I rely on the flowing water to send people home. At the peak, the setting sun lingers, the grass dew has already dampened my clothes

"Linjiang Xian · Fengshui Cave" by Su Shi, Northern Song Dynasty

He was unaware that a small, round blood hole had appeared between his eyebrows, so small and perfectly shaped that it could even be described as delicate

Yin San suddenly said: "Where is your sword? If you had used your flying sword to launch a surprise attack and kill me earlier, I would naturally have had no way to defend myself. But now you are just sitting here in front of me, do you not fear that I might suddenly retaliate? Do you really think this sword cord can restrain me?"

The area beyond the Great Qing Mountain is strictly off-limits, and anyone who enters without permission will be dealt with severely

The esteemed Master Jingyang is about to ascend.

A small sword quietly hovered in the air before his eyes

The young girl had a head of glossy black short hair, with her brows and eyes resembling a painting, still retaining a hint of childishness. If she were to smile, she would likely appear quite playful. However, she did not smile; her eyelids were slightly lowered, and her long eyelashes remained still, resembling a portrait rather than a living person

When the Qingshan Sect encounters a truly significant matter, it will activate the grand formation and issue a decree to inform the entire continent

The young girl walked out of the tavern

Listening to these words, how could the public not deduce the identity of this person

Looking into such eyes, Yin San felt very relaxed, but soon after, he sensed a slight chill at his brow, as if a raindrop had fallen there

Sister Zhao

The small sword was thrown out of the window, disappearing onto the street

In the southern part of Chaotian Continent, a stretch of green mountains extends for thousands of miles, with hundreds of elegant peaks shrouded in mist throughout the year

Hundreds of cold flames drifted around the tavern, following the chilling sword intent; upon encountering objects, they dispersed. These were the remnants of the soul fire of the disciples from the Underworld.

The duck intestines have already sunk to the bottom of the soup, while the Sichuan peppercorns are still floating and sinking, with the tripe and the yellow throat appearing and disappearing.

Sitting by the window, Yin San can only think about eating hot pot

The girl finally lifted her head, her eyes bright and clear, devoid of any impurities

The room remains as quiet as ever, while the footsteps of passersby outside become increasingly distinct

The demon from the underworld comes to my Qing Shan Sect to flaunt, deserving of death and more.

Before the closure of the death gate by the Taiping Zhenren, the Qingshan Sect had issued an edict prohibiting entry within a radius of 800 li, which shocked the world

Yin San's body lay on the ground

The immortal master spoke correctly; seven days ago, the Tian Guang Peak issued a ban extending three thousand miles, yet this demon dares to linger instead of leaving. Truly seeking death.

Extending eight hundred miles from the Daqingshan, the ban covers one-fifth of the Chaotian Continent

What does that count for? The night before last, the Four Great Guardians suddenly awoke simultaneously, devouring half of the starlight in the sky!

The young girl wore a slightly stern expression, her brows arched, and the corners of her eyes lifted as well, resembling delicate willow leaves, which carried a certain sharpness in their meaning

The gazes of the many disciples followed her, landing among the peaks.

Her fingers moved slightly, and the thin chain that bound Yin San transformed into a streak of flowing light, settling around her wrist and becoming a silver bracelet

The blood of the disciples of the underworld is also warm, yet it is cold compared to the broth in the hot pot, as the boiling surface of the pot gradually calms down

The sun is at its zenith, the clouds and mist gradually dissipate, and the distant peaks appear faintly, resembling countless giant swords pointing towards the heavens

Yin San said: "Alright, I admit that I stayed behind to watch the excitement, but who in the entire cultivation world wouldn't want to see such a grand spectacle? Just because of this, are you going to deal with me? That seems excessive. Junior sister, could you please let go of this thing? Even if you don't let me go, at least allow me to have a couple of bites; if the tripe and the yellow throat in the pot aren't scooped out soon, they will be inedible."

Liangwang Peak is the second peak, where the strongest young disciples of the Qing Shan Sect practice their swordsmanship.

I have met Master Meng

Soon, her brows furrowed, as if deep in thought

What kind of significant event is about to occur

Yunji Town boasts picturesque scenery, especially in the early spring season, with gentle breezes caressing the face, willow catkins dancing lightly, and a mist that seems almost ethereal, resembling a fairyland

I am an outer disciple and do not possess a sword

The Underworld has been in opposition to the human race for tens of thousands of years, with deep-seated grievances that are difficult to resolve. However, since two thousand years ago, when the Pure Yang True Man of the Qing Shan Sect joined forces with the Divine Emperor of that time to defeat the army led by the Underworld Masters in the Great Marsh, there has been no major conflict between the two sides for many years, and they even engage in private exchanges. Even in places like the capital of Chao Ge or Feng Dao County, capturing Underworld demons nowadays, aside from spies, often results in them being sent to the Demon Suppression Prison, seeking opportunities to exchange personnel with the Underworld or to demand valuables. Moreover, the Qing Shan Sect is a transcendent sect, known for its calm demeanor in its dealings. How could they act so ruthlessly today?

A disciple looked at the corpse being carried out and couldn't help but shake his head, saying, "I wonder what he was thinking."

The disciples of the Qing Shan sect surrounded the young girl, their faces filled with admiration and reverence

The girl still ignored him

The middle-aged man, referred to as Master Meng, said with a solemn expression: "A significant event is imminent, everyone should be cautious."

Zhao Layue's eyes suddenly narrowed

Master Meng looked at her, his expression softening slightly, and said: "The twelfth month is quite good"

She stood up and spoke to the already deceased Yin San

Master Meng further stated: "Once you have tidied up, depart and do not disturb the world for too long"

The young girl sat quietly at the table, without speaking

The visitors from the outer regions were taken aback and quickly knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise their heads

Having spoken these words, a beam of sword light shot through the air, and his figure had already vanished

Yin San finally became serious and said: "The Qing Shan Sect is a major sect of swordsmanship and a leader of the righteous path. Do you really think you can kill without asking?"

Tianguang Peak is the ancestral peak and the residence of the sect leader

He watched the duck intestines rolling in the red spicy broth and the Sichuan peppercorns occasionally rising and sinking, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked up at a young girl sitting across the table.

The girl named Zhao Layue is merely twelve or thirteen years old, clearly younger than her peers, yet she is referred to as "senior sister" for reasons unknown. When she instructed everyone to clean the inn, eliminate traces, and ensure that the soul fire fragments of the demon from the Underworld would not undergo any changes, she encountered no objections and commanded considerable respect.

Yin San could not reach these, as a thin, light silver metal chain tightly bound his body, rendering him unable to move, let alone use chopsticks

A sudden exclamation erupted in the restaurant, causing diners and tourists to panic and rush outside the building

The disciples were excitedly discussing, while Zhao Layue remained silent, quietly gazing at the gray sky, lost in thought.

A gentle breeze brushed by, the thin mist on the street dissipated, and more than ten young individuals gathered in front of the tavern, all possessing excellent appearance and demeanor, as they were outer disciples of the Qing Shan Sect

A stream of blood, resembling a fine waterfall, gushed from his forehead and fell into the hot pot

All disciples responded in unison

We are doing well here; I have heard that even the senior brothers from the Two Forgetting Peaks have gone to Zuohe Town to suppress the demons, with the sword light illuminating the Southern River Prefecture

The green mountains have nine peaks, hidden within the clouds and mist

In order to comply with the edict of the Qingshan Sect, His Majesty the Divine Emperor even dispatched tens of thousands of troops to march north overnight, in a bid to intimidate the Northern Snow Country and the Underworld.

The vitality in his eyes gradually cooled, leaving only a sense of confusion.

As if facing a formidable enemy, with a three-thousand-mile prohibition, this is because today the Qing Shan Sect is about to welcome the most significant event in a thousand years

The longer the distance of the ban, the more serious the situation becomes

The residents of the town walk among them, having long since become accustomed to it, while the visitors at the tavern are filled with admiration

Senior sister

She pushed open the door and walked out

The foremost sect of cultivation in the world, Qingshan Sect, is located here, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to witness its true appearance

The young disciples respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man

A middle-aged man appeared on the street where the thin mist had not yet dissipated, his expression indifferent, his features gaunt, and his gaze cold and distant, exuding an air of ethereal grace

The dim sky she had been gazing at suddenly brightened

Scattered outside the green mountains are some ordinary villages, among which a small town located in the southwestern hilly area is named Yunji due to the ethereal mist that flows down from the mountains

The residents of the town also chanted praises and fell to the ground in reverence, but having lived in Yunji Town for a long time, they had heard many tales of the immortal deeds of the Qing Shan Sect and even occasionally caught glimpses of the immortal masters. Those who were more clear-headed quickly realized that today's events were quite unusual

There is no problem in the world that cannot be solved with a meal of hot pot; if there is, then have two meals of hot pot... This saying has become quite popular in the Underworld, and I have heard it originated from Chaoge, but I believe it should be from Yizhou. As you all know, in our region, we rarely see sunlight, and it is damp and cold all year round; who wouldn't enjoy hot pot? May the mushrooms have a bountiful harvest. You people on the surface enjoy eating it, but we have been eating it for tens of thousands of years and have long grown tired of it. I just want to have an authentic hot pot meal now, and then go back to boast about it; what is wrong with that?

Now the Qing Shan Sect has actually issued a ban extending three thousand miles

The sunlight shines on these tender faces, filled with admiration