Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 85 Dawang Village, the Third Young Master of the Holy Church!
The next morning, Ji Zai left Fox Mountain and headed west, with Wild Dog Taoist following him. Initially, Wild Dog Taoist hadn't wanted to go to the dangerous Death Swamp, but when he realized that Ji Zai was leading the group, he felt it would be strange if even Ji Zai could get into trouble, so he followed them anyway.

The vast expanse of China lies within two hostile regions in its west. To the northwest lies a boundless expanse of desolate Gobi Desert, known as the Savage Land. Legend has it that deep within the Savage Land lies a vast temple, the birthplace of the Holy Religion. To the southwest lies the dreaded Death Swamp, a climate diametrically opposed to the Savage Land. Seven or eight out of ten days a year experience the rainy season, creating a damp, cold, and humid environment. Poisonous insects and beasts abound, along with exotic flowers and plants that devour living things. A pervasive, toxic miasma permeates the air, making it one of the most treacherous regions on earth for millennia.

Such a formidable place would naturally be untouched under normal circumstances. But not long ago, a massive golden pillar of light rose from the Death Swamp, reaching the sky and persisting for a full day and night. Once the news spread, it caused a sensation throughout the land. From the perspective of a cultivator, such a phenomenon was a sign of the emergence of rare treasures. For a time, the world was shaken, and masters of both good and evil flocked to the area.

Not far from the Death Swamp lies a small village called Dawang Village, named after its residents' deity, "Dawang." However, this deity has never been effective, and Dawang Village has always been deserted. But recently, it has suddenly become bustling with the comings and goings of master cultivators. In just a few days, the villagers have made a small fortune, bringing a new sense of life to the village.

"I can predict the future of thirty years, and the fortune of fifty years. I can tell the fortunes of the future with my unwavering faith, and judge the yin and yang with my pen. Come and see me!"

Passersby on the street of Dawang Village heard the shouting and turned to look. They saw a tattered wooden table on the side of the street, next to a bamboo pole with a canvas with the words "Fairy Pointing the Way" hung on it.

The person who was shouting was an old man with extraordinary bearing sitting next to a wooden table. Behind the table sat a pretty girl, who was lying on the table with a look of despair on her face.

The two were none other than Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan. Zhou Yixian had been traveling the world with Xiaohuan. Though not particularly skilled, he preferred to visit bustling places. Some time ago, upon hearing about the Death Swamp, he, despite Xiaohuan's objections, dragged her westward, arriving not long ago at Dawang Village.

"Girl, I want to have my fortune told."

Hearing the voice, Xiaohuan slowly looked up and saw that the person coming was a young man with delicate features, but his face was a little pale. There was a dark green dagger hanging on his waist, and he had a faint, captivating aura.

Zhou Yixian also hurried back, with a smile on his face, and said, "Sir, what do you want to see? Fortune or marriage? How do you want to see it? Face reading, palmistry, or fortune telling?"

"I'm going to go into this dead swamp. Please help me find out what my fortune is like."

Zhou Yixian smiled faintly and said, "No problem, no problem, please take a seat, sir. However, let me make it clear in advance that we are the true descendants of our ancestors, and our physiognomy skills are unparalleled, so a consultation will cost ten taels of silver..."

"So expensive?"

Zhou Yixian smiled but did not answer.

The young man looked at Xiao Huan and smiled, "Well, ten taels is ten taels. Help me with a fortune telling first."

Xiao Huan nodded, took a piece of white paper and a brush from the side, and said, "Please write something, sir."

The young man took the pen and wrote a few words on the paper, then said with a smile, "Can you help me tell me about my fortune with this name?" After that, he handed the white paper to Xiaohuan.

Xiao Huan took the paper with the words on it, and at the same time, she heard the young man in front of her say, "My name is Qin Wuyan."

Xiao Huan carefully examined the three characters on the white paper and said, "Yan originally represents the yang energy of the twin fires, but with the character 'nothing' suppressing it in the middle, it becomes yin and soft. Also, the character 'Qin' represents the west, indicating that it will be very beneficial for you to go to the cold and damp lands in the west! The western Dead Marsh is a damp and damp place, so your luck will definitely be good if you go there this time."

A smile appeared on Qin Wuyan's face and he said, "Thank you, young lady. Here are ten taels of silver. Please keep it." Then he took out ten taels of silver from his arms and put them on the table.

Before Xiaohuan could make a move, Zhou Yixian, who was standing nearby, quickly took the silver into his arms and said with a chuckle, "Thank you, sir."

Qin Wuyan smiled and had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out ten taels of silver from his arms and placed them on the table.

Zhou Yixian was startled and said, "Sir, what are you doing..."

Qin Wuyan said, "I have another friend who is also going to the Dead Swamp. Could you please tell me a fortune for him as well?"

Xiao Huan was startled. Qin Wuyan had already taken the paper and pen, wrote two words on it, handed it to Xiao Huan, and said with a smile: "His name is Ji Zai!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally bustling street suddenly became quiet. Although it was daytime, it suddenly became a bit gloomy.

Before Zhou Yixian could say anything, Xiaohuan had already pushed the white paper towards him and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir. For fortune-telling, the person must write it in person before we can calculate it."

Qin Wuyan was not angry, he just smiled and said, "Really? But he is already here."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the distant street. The sky suddenly darkened, and the chilling wind blew. The canvas of the "Immortal Pointing the Way" beside the table trembled and whirred. A figure in a black robe, accompanied by a strong murderous aura, appeared on the street. Qin Wuyan's expression did not change, but he turned to look at the black-robed figure. At this moment, the white paper on the table flew off the table with a whoosh and was blown away.

Xiaohuan subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the white paper, but the next moment, she felt the world in front of her suddenly fall into darkness. After a moment, she recovered and saw that there was a man in a black robe in front of her.

"Girl, let's do some fortune telling." After saying that, Ji Zai took a piece of white paper, wrote his name on it, and handed it over.

Xiaohuan raised her eyes and looked at Ji Zai. In a blink of an eye, ten years had passed. The man's eyebrows were still the same as before, but there was something strange about his aura that she couldn't explain.

"Big brother, you don't need fortune-telling. I can no longer predict your fate. You have already gone against the will of heaven. The heavenly way has changed, and now the two ways are about to be perfected... The result you want is not far away, and that person will be back soon."

Ji Zai nodded, or perhaps it was Chen Qiye in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After hearing Xiaohuan's explanation, Ji Zai slowly turned around, met Qin Wuyan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Master Du of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

The smile on Qin Wuyan's face disappeared at this moment. His face was solemn, but his voice was still steady. He said: "I have heard a lot about the Ghost King Sect's Ghost Young Master. Seeing him today, he is even more stunning than the rumors said."

During these ten years, the power of the Demon Cult grew rapidly, and many young talents emerged in the younger generation. The three most outstanding among them were collectively called the "Three Young Masters": Ji Zai of the Ghost King Sect, known as the "Ghost Young Master"; Qin Wuyan of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, known as the "Poison Young Master"; and the remaining one was Jin Ping'er of the Hehuan Sect, known as the "Wonderful Young Master".

Of the four major sects of the Demon Cult, only the Changsheng Hall lacks successors among its younger generation, leaving no one else on the list. Over the years, these three young men have been incredibly influential within the Demon Cult, wielding significant power despite their youth. This is especially true of the Ghost King Sect's "Ghost Prince," who commands countless ghosts with a single stroke of the Chenqing Flute, surpassing even the most powerful of the Demon Cult's predecessors.

The atmosphere in the field was unusually quiet and tense. Everyone felt like they were almost out of breath, but no one dared to move. After all, the two people in the field were both ruthless killers.

At this moment, Qin Wuyan suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Ji Zai, since you've come here, I believe you're determined to get the rare treasure in the Dead Marsh?"

Ji Zai did not answer, but said: "If the Poison God opens his mouth, no one will dare to snatch it."

Qin Wuyan shook his head and said, "My master has long since retired from worldly affairs. Besides, if he has any one, it should be Uncle Yuyangzi, the master who manages the Changsheng Hall here."

Ji Zai raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The product of the previous era should remain in the previous era. If Yu Yangzi had known what was good for him and quit early, he could have left his Changshengtang a glimmer of hope." His voice was low, but with unquestionable domineering, as if in his eyes, Changshengtang was already in his pocket.

An imperceptible cold light flashed in Qin Wuyan's eyes, and then he returned to his gentle appearance. He clasped his hands, turned around and walked away gracefully. If you didn't know his identity, you would probably think he was a handsome young man.

With Qin Wuyan's departure, the tense atmosphere on the street eased and there were fewer people.

Ji Zai slowly turned his head and his gaze fell on Xiaohuan who was standing beside him. At this moment, there was no fear in Xiaohuan's eyes. She just stared at the familiar "big brother" in her memory under the bamboo hat.

"Compared to ten years ago, the little girl has grown into a big woman. Yes, Chen Qiye will be back soon." Ji Zai gave Xiao Huan a deep look, and without saying anything else, he turned and walked towards the Death Swamp. Wild Dog Taoist followed closely behind him, constantly looking around vigilantly.

Just after Qin Wuyan and Ji Zai left, a young woman came to the fortune-telling stall and said with a crisp laugh, "How come you still like eating candied haws so much after only three years?"

Xiaohuan was slightly startled, then cheered, immediately put down the candied haws in her hand, ran over, grabbed the woman's hand, and said with a smile, "Sister, why is it you?"

The woman reached out and pinched Xiaohuan's fair face, smiling and said, "I haven't seen you for three years. You are getting more and more beautiful."

Xiao Huan blushed and said coquettishly, "Not serious. Oh, by the way, sister, why are you here too?"

The woman smiled slightly and did not answer, but looked towards the west, which was where Qin Wuyan and Ji Zai had just gone.

Xiao Huan was stunned for a moment and said, "Sister, are you going to the Dead Marsh too?"

The woman withdrew her gaze and looked at Xiaohuan, smiled mysteriously and said, "Sister, how can I miss such a lively event? Let's go and take a look together." After that, she took Xiaohuan and walked towards the west.

The two men left, but left the stall and everything else to Zhou Yixian. Zhou Yixian shook his head and sighed, and while packing up his things, he lamented the decline of morals in the world.

(End of this chapter)