Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

Although Jiang Yuchuan still didn't look up, he guessed from the silence what Xuanxi was worried about, and then spoke:

"Rest assured, Daoist. I said I was just going out for a stroll, so I will only be going for a stroll. I have no interest whatsoever in the fighting, killing, and treachery of the martial world, and I will not participate in it."

“If that’s what you say, then I’m relieved.”

Xuanxi breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason.

Although Jiang Yuchuan has always maintained a calm and easygoing demeanor throughout these days, Xuanxi can sense that beneath this peace lies a volcano that could erupt at any moment!

No one could predict when or why this volcano would erupt. All he knew was that once it did, the world would collapse!

The entire Great Qian Dynasty, and even the entire world, will tremble and shudder!

Sometimes he would even have such a terrifying, absurd idea that such a being should not exist in the world!

When does the gentleman plan to leave?

This time, it was Qi Changqing who spoke up to ask the question.

"Within half a month."

Jiang Yuchuan thought for a moment and replied.

"When does the gentleman plan to return?" Qi Changqing pressed.

“This trip is purely for sightseeing, nothing more, so the return date is uncertain.” Jiang Yuchuan changed the subject and said, “However—if you also want to come with me to see the world, that’s fine, but you must first get your mother’s permission. If your mother doesn’t agree, then you can’t go.”

"Don't worry, sir! Mother will definitely agree!"

Qi Changqing was completely stunned by this unexpected good news.

He never expected that Jiang Yuchuan would take him along on his travels!

He had long wanted to see the outside world, and being able to go with Jiang Yuchuan this time was something he never dared to dream of!

"Hehe, Mr. Jiang, I wonder if I, this old Daoist, would also have the honor..."

Xuan Xi rubbed his hands together while giving Jiang Yuchuan a rather lewd smile.

Jiang Yuchuan finally raised his head, looked at Xuan Xi, and smiled slightly: "As for Daoist Xuan Xi, perhaps it's not quite appropriate?"

"I was just saying it casually, don't take it seriously."

Xuanxi gave an awkward smile and didn't say anything more.

If he were to travel with Jiang Yuchuan, given his status, it would indeed likely cause many inconveniences.

Even though he hasn't appeared in the martial arts world for decades, there are still quite a few people who recognize him.

……

As night deepened, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind carried a chill and dampness.

On a mountain road dozens of miles away from Qingyang Town, a young man dressed in a white Taoist robe was walking towards them.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose and thin lips. Although he had a handsome face, he was always serious and rarely smiled.

When walking, the man always kept his back straight, just like the wooden sword he carried on his back, as if it would never bend.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, an abandoned mountain god temple appeared before the man.

Without hesitation, the man walked straight over.

The night sky grew increasingly gloomy, and the wind picked up, rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees.

Not long after the man entered the temple, large raindrops began to fall one after another, forming a continuous downpour.

The rain was heavy and torrential, and it looked like it wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Seeing this, the man found a clean spot in the temple, closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the rain to stop.

The heavy rain lasted for about half an hour before gradually subsiding.

Just then, the man frowned slightly, then opened his eyes and looked outside.

A moment later, a chaotic sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and just a few breaths later, a group of burly men galloping on horseback arrived in front of the mountain god temple.

"—Whoa!"

“Brother! There’s a temple here. We’re not in a rush to get to Qingyang Town anyway. Why don’t we go inside and take shelter from the rain? The horses have been running for so long, they can rest a bit!” one of the burly men suggested.

"Alright!" The burly leader nodded, then turned and shouted to his men, "Brothers—stop the horses and go into the temple! We'll continue when the rain stops!"

Upon receiving the order, the men immediately dismounted and strode toward the temple, leaving only two or three men to bring up the rear, leading the horses to a large tree and tying their reins.

This group of more than a dozen burly men were walking towards the temple. Each of them was tall and strong, with either a large knife or an axe tucked into their waistbands.

The leader, in particular, was a towering man, standing at least nine feet tall, and looked just like a massive bear!

Since they didn't see any firelight, the group of burly men assumed it was an empty temple. So when they discovered a white figure inside the dark temple, many of them were startled, thinking they had seen a ghost.

The burly leader, who never believed in ghosts or gods, drew his weapon and shouted at the white-clad figure:

"Who's playing tricks on me?! Get your ass over here right now!"

This sharp shout instantly brought the brothers behind him back to their senses, realizing that the white figure was human, not a ghost. One of them seized the opportunity to take out a tinderbox, blow on it, and shine the light towards the white figure.

Only then did everyone realize that the white figure slowly standing up was actually a very handsome young Taoist priest dressed in a white Taoist robe.

The burly man leading the group sized up the composed young Taoist priest before him and coldly questioned, "What is your purpose in coming to this dilapidated temple alone in the dead of night?"

He was answered by silence.

"You stinking Taoist priest, our boss is asking you a question! Confess now! Otherwise, don't blame us for chopping you up!"

One of the henchmen behind the burly man drew an axe from his waist with a fierce expression and waved it at the white-robed Taoist priest as a threat.

Unexpectedly, the white-robed young Taoist remained expressionless, offering no response whatsoever. Instead, he took the wooden sword from his back, held it in one hand in front of his eyes, and flicked it lightly with his finger.

A crisp, melodious "ding-a-ling" sound, which shouldn't have come from a wooden sword, reverberated and instantly reached the ears of everyone present.

"His face is fierce, his eyes gleam with malice, he holds a vicious weapon, and he is surrounded by a menacing aura. He is no good person—he should be executed."

The white-robed Taoist priest spoke very softly, so the group of burly men opposite him couldn't hear him clearly.

"You brat, you're asking for trouble! Who do you think you are, trying to scare with that broken wooden sword? Do you really think you're some kind of martial arts master? Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson!"

A burly man spat, raised his broadsword, and slashed at the white-robed Taoist priest.

His blade was aimed directly at the white-robed Taoist's arm where he was holding the sword. It was clear that he didn't intend to kill the man outright, but rather to take only an arm as a lesson.

To his surprise, his all-out slash not only failed to sever the Taoist's arm, but was also blocked by the Taoist's wooden sword! The impact sent numbness through his hand and arm, and he staggered back several steps!

How can this be? !

The big man was almost speechless with astonishment at what he saw.

This stinky Taoist priest looks thin and weak, how come he has such great strength!

And what about that wooden sword?

Not only was it not cut in half when it was struck by its own steel blade, but it didn't even leave a single mark!

The burly man leading the group realized that the young Taoist priest in white seemed to possess some skill, so he changed his previous arrogant attitude, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked:

"May I ask what your name is?"

"Baiyun Temple, spiritually profound."

This time, everyone heard him clearly.

But the group of burly men looked puzzled. They had never heard of Baiyun Temple, nor did they know who this Taoist priest named Lingzhan was.

Only the burly man in the lead seemed to have some recollection of the place mentioned by the young Taoist priest named Lingzhan, but he couldn't quite remember it for the moment.

Just as he was about to speak again, he saw Ling Zhan slowly swing the wooden sword in his hand.

Since Ling Zhan's sword swing was not fast and he did not move forward, the leading burly man did not take it seriously, assuming that the other party had made a very ordinary sword-sheathing action.

But just as he lowered his guard, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was the dilapidated temple in his field of vision suddenly spinning on its own? Could it be that he had encountered an earth dragon turning over?

However, the next moment, he realized that his vision was plummeting until he fell to the ground with a "thud," and he suddenly realized that his head had been cut off.

Looking at the headless corpses lying on the ground and the heads scattered all over the place, Ling Zhan expressionlessly put the wooden sword back on his back, stepped out of the dilapidated temple, and walked towards Qingyang Town.

The rain outside was still drizzling, and Ling Zhan, dressed in white, slowly walked away in the rain without getting wet at all.