Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 148 Huanyue Cave Mansion
Ten days later, the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition officially began.

On Chaoyang Peak, the chief monk Shang Zhengliang looked at Russell with eyes filled with endless resentment. Russell looked left and right, up and down, but did not look at the old man.

Russell ultimately rejected Shang Zhengliang's request.

He really couldn't bring himself to compete with the younger generation on the field. Besides, with his current level of cultivation, it would just be a joke for him.

"Master, the disciples have gathered." Chu Yuhong bowed in front of the formation of disciples from Chaoyang Peak.

"In that case, let's set off." Shang Zhengliang retracted his gaze, unsheathed the magic sword behind him, took a step forward, and his figure almost merged with the magic sword, soaring straight up, followed closely by a group of disciples.

Tongtian Peak is the main peak, where both the ancestral temple and the Huanyue Cave are located. It is like a magic sword that spans through the ages, piercing the sky. Among the misty white clouds, the sound of bells can be heard faintly in the sky.

Standing on the immortal sword, Russell looked out and saw countless colorful lights lingering around the mountain. They were rapidly approaching the majestic mountain in the center. The closer they were to Tongtian Peak, the denser the lights became.

"Junior brother, this is your third time coming to Tongtian Peak, right?" Shang Zhengliang said happily.

"Not bad." Russell nodded.

The last time he came here was when his master Xianyun brought him here to be recorded in the list and to enter the ancestral temple to burn incense and pay homage to the ancestors of his lineage. Since he returned to Chaoyang Peak, he never set foot out of Chaoyang Peak again until Caomiao Village was destroyed and Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, the two orphans of Caomiao Village, joined the Qingyun Sect.

"I don't know when our Chaoyang Peak will be as magnificent as Tongtian Peak." Shang Zhengliang and his disciples slowly landed on the square on the hillside of Tongtian Peak.

The railings here are made of white jade and the bricks are made of blue stone. Clouds are rising, and walking on them feels like walking in the clouds, floating in the air.

Not to mention the grand Yuqing Palace complex on the top of the mountain with its carved beams and painted buildings.

Russell glanced at Shang Zhengliang and silently moved away. What he said seemed to imply that this old man wanted to usurp the throne.

If you want to go any further, you have to walk. Firstly, it shows respect to the master's lineage, and secondly, it avoids the fluctuation of magic power triggering the automatic warning of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Although this Zhuxian Sword Formation does not have the ability to change the world like the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the hands of the Honghuang Tongtian Sect Leader, its power should not be underestimated.

Russell looked up, his Dharma eyesight was clear. The first two times he came here, his cultivation was not enough and his vision was too shallow, so he could only look at the surface and was amazed at the misty clouds and the magnificent scenery, but he could not see the way. Now, looking again, the Tongtian Peak in his field of vision was completely different.

Reflected on the iris was a huge formation that enveloped the entire Tongtian Peak.

This formation uses the method of penetrating heaven and earth to connect the seven peaks of Qingyun with an illusory seal. The hidden sword energy flows like a gurgling stream. The endless hostility and evil spirit accumulated over the years made Russell frown.

Well, this sword is destined to be with me.

Just one glance and Russell was drooling over the ancient sword Zhu Xian.

"Let's go, follow me to meet the head master first." Shang Zhengliang said to Russell.

Russell naturally had no reason to refuse, so the two of them left the team and went up the mountain first.

Walking across the rainbow bridge that reflects the beautiful and psychedelic seven-color rainbow, what comes into view is a water qilin lying on the bottom of a cold pond with its eyes closed and sleeping soundly.

The water qilin is named Lingzun. It is a spiritual species from the ancient times and an ancient strange beast. It was subdued by the Qingye Patriarch 1,200 years ago. Now it is the guardian beast of the Qingyun Sect.

As per custom, Russell and Shang Zhengliang bowed to the 6,000-year-old old man, then turned around and prepared to continue climbing the mountain.

But the next moment, the spirit master in the pool suddenly seemed to sense something, jumped up from the bottom of the cold pool, shook its huge head, twitched its nose, opened its eyes as big as copper bells, and looked at Russell again and again in confusion, sniffing again and again.

"Spirit Master, what's going on..." Shang Zhengliang was at a loss. In the hundreds of years since he joined Qingyun Sect, he had never seen Spirit Master in such a state.

Russell, however, saw that its question was directed at him. "Human cub, why do you smell a bit like those loaches?"

Ling Zun remembered Russell. The days when Russell was brought to Qingyun by Xianyun coincided with one of the rare times when Ling Zun woke up. Although he had only met him once, he left a slight impression in his mind.

It clearly remembered that fifteen years ago, this little guy was still a pure human. It took only a nap, and when they met again, even his species had changed.

"It's a coincidence." Russell reached out to touch Ling Zun's nose. Ling Zun didn't refuse, but leaned down and touched Russell's nose, and transmitted a message with a secret method: "Tonight at three quarters past midnight, come to the cold pond, and I will give you a great opportunity."

Russell remained calm and nodded.

Shang Zhengliang was surprised watching from the side. Ling Zun had never been so close to anyone before. There was indeed something mysterious about this Junior Brother Luo.

The two continued upwards until they entered the Yuqing Hall.

The Seven Clans Martial Competition is a major event held every sixty years in Qingyun Sect. The seven clan leaders and several elders have gathered here today.

This was also the practice in previous years. The only difference was that Tian Buyi, the head of Dazhu Peak, had a bruised face and nose today. In addition, Tian Buyi was originally fat and short, so he looked extremely funny at first glance.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother Tian?" Shang Zhengliang stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Hmph..." Tian Buyi looked at Shang Zhengliang deeply and said nothing.

"You..." Shang Zhengliang was completely confused. I care about you, and not only don't you thank me, but you even glare at me.

In other words, Tian Buyi is well-known for his bad temper. If it were a good guy like Tianyun Zhenren, the head of Luoxia Peak, Shang Zhengliang would definitely have a good talk with him.

"Junior Brother Shang, who is this child?" Taoist Master Daoxuan pointed at Russell and looked at Shang Zhengliang. Although he had met Russell once fifteen years ago, they had not seen each other again in the past fifteen years. It was normal for boys to change a lot when they grew up, so it was normal for them not to remember each other.

"Master, you forgot that this is Junior Brother Luo Suluo, the direct disciple of Senior Uncle Xian Yun." Shang Zhengliang introduced.

"Junior Brother Luo." Daoxuan Zhenren suddenly realized something, and some images flashed through his mind. It was the scene when Luo Su became his disciple fifteen years ago: "You have grown so big already."

"Russell greets the head master and all the senior brothers and sisters." Russell also greeted and returned the greetings of the chief monks and elders present one by one.

Except for Cangsong who had a defiant look on his face, the rest of his fellow disciples all gave him enough face.

"Master, the leaders of all the peaks have arrived. Let's begin the Seven Clans Martial Competition." After Russell stood behind Shang Zhengliang, Cangsong suggested.

Daoxuan nodded immediately.

Not long after, a total of sixty-three disciples gathered in front of the Yuqing Hall.

Zhang Xiaofan huddled among the disciples of the Dazhu Peak lineage, tightly gripping the Soul-Devouring Stick. He felt uneasy, fearing that he would do something wrong and be laughed at. It was not until he looked up and saw Russell, who was also looking around absent-mindedly on the steps, that his heart finally settled down a little.

Russell was certainly not in a daze, he was observing the disciples participating in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition.

Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu from the Longshou Peak lineage, Zeng Shushu from the Fenghui Peak lineage, and Lu Xueqi from the Xiaozhu Peak lineage are all his key observation targets.

The draw will begin soon.

However, this time, the number one bye was drawn by Shen Tiandou from the Chaoyang Peak lineage. Shang Zhengliang was so happy that he was grinning from ear to ear. As for Zhang Xiaofan, he faced a disciple from the Luoxia Peak lineage.

After the drawing of lots, the disciples in the square dispersed.

Today is just the draw, the real competition will have to wait until tomorrow.

Compared to the chief elders who can fly back to their respective mountains on their swords, the disciples can only squeeze in the dormitory.

Luo Su had been thinking of going to Zhang Xiaofan to give him some advice, but Daoxuan Zhenren called out to him, "Brother Luo, it's rare for you to come to Tongtian Peak. Why don't you go to the ancestral temple and burn some incense for the ancestors of Qingyun Sect?"

"Okay." Russell thought about it and did not refuse, but he was a little curious. Could it be that he saw that Luo was talented and wanted Wan Jianyi to teach him how to kill ghosts and gods?
Quality.

The Ancestral Temple was located on the back hill of Tongtian Peak, across from Huanyue Cave. Amidst a vast expanse of open space stood a majestic hall, with four corners and a glazed tile roof. Puffs of smoke drifted from the deep, somewhat gloomy interior. From the outside, only flickering candlelight could be seen, and a gently swaying eternal lantern hung in the air.

Apart from an old man in plain clothes who was quietly sweeping the floor in front of the temple, there was no other person in sight.

At a glance, Russell understood Wan Jianyi's realm, which was only a step away from the Taiqing realm where Daoxuan was.

But even so, ordinary Shangqing could not last more than a few rounds in front of him, if one had to use realm to classify his cultivation.

That should be the level of the peak of Shangqing, half a step to Taiqing.

"Senior, where is the incense?" Russell came quietly behind Wan Jianyi and patted him on the shoulder.

Wan Jianyi was so frightened by Russell that he trembled. After calming down, he finally said, "The second drawer of the third cabinet in front of the spirit tablet."

"Thank you." Russell thanked him, straightened his clothes in front of the ancestral hall, stepped in, and respectfully lit three incense sticks.

At the door, Wan Jianyi was shocked when he saw Russell burning incense.

Judging from the clothes Russell was wearing, he was undoubtedly a disciple of Qingyun Sect. However, since he was able to approach him quietly, his realm must be no lower than his own, perhaps even half a realm higher.

Too clear...

Wan Jianyi's mouth suddenly felt dry for no apparent reason.

"I wonder who your master is, little brother?" Wan Jian asked.

"I am Luo Su, a disciple of the Immortal Xian Yun of Chaoyang Peak." Luo Su did not turn around, but looked around the ancestral temple. He could feel an extremely thin but extremely sharp sword intent here.

Looking closely, I saw a row of wooden swords placed in the corner of the ancestral hall. They looked quite old, but they had not completely decayed yet, only because the sword spirit remained.

Come to think of it, if a favored child of heaven is imprisoned for a day, anyone would be heartbroken.

However, Wan Jianyi's sword intent is now extremely restrained. Even Russell cannot feel it unless he calms down and experiences it.

Trapped here for over a hundred years, Wan Jianyi was like a prisoner, but also had to bide his time and cultivate his sword skills.

"Goodbye." After paying homage to the ancestor, Russell had no plans to stay any longer. Since he had come here anyway, he decided to go to the Fantasy Moon Cave. Even if he couldn't get the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, he could at least see the fifth volume of the most mysterious heavenly book in the Zhu Xian world.

Wan Jianyi looked at Russell's back. Although he had doubts in his heart, he had no idea how to solve them. He could only watch Russell move further away.

After leaving the ancestral temple, Russell came to a three-way intersection and confirmed that Daoxuan was not following him. He then hid his figure and in two steps he arrived at the entrance of Huanyue Cave.

The entrance to the cave was half the height of an average person and about seven feet wide, with green vines and thorns hanging on the side.

There is a stone wall at the entrance of the cave. In the flat stone wall, there is a stone Tai Chi pattern inlaid.

According to the original book, as long as the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao is practiced here, it will resonate with the formation in the Tai Chi diagram and thus open the restriction. However, if Russell does this, Taoist Xuan will definitely find out, so doing so is inappropriate.

After all, only the sect leader's lineage can enter the Fantasy Moon Cave.

Fortunately, Russell is not completely helpless. The so-called height of a fountain will never exceed its source, and the same is true here. No matter how powerful Qingye Patriarch is, he is still restricted by the world, and the Taiqing realm is already the limit.

Russell stood in front of the Fantasy Moon Cave Mansion. A wisp of soul like a dragon emerged from his eyebrows and crashed straight into the Tai Chi diagram. Without any hindrance, the dragon soul entered the cave Mansion, and a cool feeling immediately rushed towards him.

There was only gray-white mist swirling in the cave, flowing and hazy. An inexplicable force was surging on the cliff wall of the cave, trying to drag Russell into the illusion.

If it were anyone else, even someone at the peak of Shangqing would have been beaten to a pulp in this illusion. But Russell was completely fearless. If we talk about illusions and temptations, Nuanxue Russell had already suffered all the hardships of Zhutian Russell.

"Yan!"

There was a sudden tremor from a dragon's roar, and the illusionary mind was shattered immediately. Russell continued to go deeper, moving forward in the direction where the evil energy came from.

moment.

Something emerged from the fog.

An ancient sword that looks like stone but not stone, and like jade but not jade, is inserted obliquely in the center of the sea of ​​fog, floating up and down with the sea of ​​fog.

Zhu Xian ancient sword.

The most powerful magic weapon in the world of Zhu Xian.

Russell's soul roamed and clung to it. Under his subtle manipulation, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword did not stir up sword energy. Instead, under the shining light of the phantom moon, a row of huge golden characters slowly appeared in the empty void of heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs!
And beneath these golden fonts are rows of densely packed tiny characters!
hum!
Russell was so engrossed in watching that he eventually attracted the attention of the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword. The fluttering sword body suddenly shook, and the mysterious pattern disappeared, replaced by an unmatched murderous sword energy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Russell ran away. The Youlong soul returned to its body in an instant, and at the same time, the fierce and murderous sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword crossed the space barrier and pierced straight into Russell's eyebrows.

Russell was not in a hurry. He raised his arm and pointed his finger. With a clang, the sword energy exploded, leaving a visible sword mark on Russell's hand.

"Amazing." Russell looked at the sword mark on the palm of his hand, sighed, and without staying any longer, turned around and left.

Less than an incense stick of time after he left, the figure of Taoist Master Daoxuan appeared in front of the cave entrance. He had just noticed some unusual movements in the Huanyue Cave in the Yuqing Palace, so he hurried over in a hurry.

When he saw that there was nothing unusual with the ancient sword Zhu Xian, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s not that Daoxuan’s heart is weak, but the ancient sword Zhuxian is too important to Qingyun Sect and even the entire land of China.

If anything goes wrong with Zhu Xian, he will be held responsible even if he dies.

After wandering around the cave for a while and confirming that there were no problems, Taoist Master Daoxuan set up the restrictions again and turned to leave. However, he did not return to Yuqing Palace, but walked straight into the ancestral hall. He saw Wan Jianyi standing at the door in a daze, leaning on a broom.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Daoxuan calmly walked behind Wan Jianyi and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Junior Brother Wan."

Wan Jianyi was startled again, his sword intent hidden in his palm like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, and he almost struck out. Only when he saw the appearance of Taoist Master Daoxuan did he breathe a sigh of relief: "Brother, how did you find the time to come here today?"

"I've brought you a good seedling today, what do you think?" asked Taoist Master Daoxuan.

"Senior brother, are you referring to the kid named Russell?" Wan Jianyi asked back.

"That's right. He is the disciple of Uncle Xianyun. He is only 25 years old and has been self-taught. I heard from Junior Brother Shang that he is at least at the seventh level of Yuqing. With such aptitude, he may be able to inherit your mantle." Daoxuan said.

Wan Jianyi: "..."

He is truly Uncle Xianyun's disciple...

Wan Jianyi fell silent for the first time in a long time. He originally thought that it was some reclusive old monster from the Qingyun Sect's ancestor who had rejuvenated and come to tease him.

Twenty-five years old, self-taught, Taiqing.

He had difficulty putting the three words together.

Could it be that the world has become so outrageous in the past hundred years?

(End of this chapter)