A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

The mountains are quiet and peaceful, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

The mountains are peaceful, and the surrounding area is full of green life.

In the vibrant mountains, the white-faced Taoist suddenly lost his life and collapsed without warning.

There was no flash of white light, no thunderous roar, not even the birdsong was interrupted, and not even the gentle breeze was disturbed.

The pale-faced Taoist priest is dead!

The middle-aged Taoist priest could sense that there was no life in the air.

In a vibrant place, the pale-faced Taoist priest collapsed and died inexplicably.

He was just spouting arrogant words, yet he has been lying low for a thousand years.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's dark face turned pale.

The tattered Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, making his chest and heart feel chilly.

"Who? Which expert is here to help? Please show yourself so I can meet you in person..."

A young Taoist priest with a long beard, dressed in green robes, carrying a peach wood sword on his back and a large wine gourd in his hand, took a sip of wine and slowly walked out of the woods.

"You are very good!"

Zhang Zhengdao nodded to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest bowed respectfully.

"May I ask who the master is...?"

"What 'real person' or 'unreal person'? It's all empty fame! I'm not a proper cultivator either." Zhang Zhengdao walked up to the pale-faced Taoist priest, looked him over, and said, "A thousand-year-old demon?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly said, "This is an evil cultivator. He relies on raising corpses to steal the fortune of people in their next life in order to prolong his life in this world. Only in this way can he live for a thousand years. You must have seen through it, Master."

"I've heard that you are the master of the current imperial advisor?"

As soon as Zhang Zhengdao said this, the middle-aged Taoist immediately understood.

His face turned pale, and he quickly performed a deep bow, kneeling down to pay his respects: "I did not know that you were in person. I spoke arrogantly before, and I underestimated the talented people in the world. It was my fault. I hope you will forgive me."

Zhang Zhengdao raised his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly felt an irresistible force lift him up, leaving him no room for resistance.

I didn't realize my face had gotten even paler.

He thought he had reached the pinnacle upon leaving the mountain, and from then on, he roamed the martial world and played with life. Who knew that upon leaving the mountain, he would encounter a big shot, and before he could even raise his ego, he was completely suppressed.

Just then, a loud shout was heard: "Taoist priest, don't panic, I'm here to help you."

Then several shouts rang out: "We'll help you!"

Then I saw several people rising and falling in the distance, and soon they were in front of me.

The leader was the one-eyed boss. After landing, he saw the middle-aged Taoist and the True Man here and was overjoyed. He ignored the middle-aged Taoist and directly cupped his hands to Zhang Zhengdao.

"The Taoist priest is here too, that's wonderful! There was a demon earlier..."

Zhang Zhengdao gestured with his lip: "Dead!"

The four of them then looked down at the ground and, sure enough, saw a pale-faced Taoist priest lying on the ground, looking completely dead.

"Search it out!"

Zhang Zhengdao said something.

The four men immediately went forward to touch the corpse.

He pulled a book out of his clothes.

The one-eyed leader carefully flipped through the pages a few times and handed it to Zhang Zhengdao: "There is a book called 'Record of the Left God's Sorrow in the Wilderness,' please take a look."

Heartbroken?

Zhang Zhengdao: ? ?

Middle-aged Taoist priest: ? ? ?

Zhang Zhengdao took it, and the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes also drifted over.

Records of Divine Instructions in the Huai River Region during the Primordial Era

This illiterate person...

Zhang Zhengdao flipped through a few pages and discovered that it was a book recording various myths and anecdotes about immortals from the prehistoric era, interspersed with some cultivation formulas and methods.

After looking at it from all angles, it doesn't seem to be any legitimate method; it's more like those fabricated spells from novels.

"You want to see?"

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded repeatedly.

He casually handed him the book and looked at the corpse of the white-faced Taoist priest.

This thing has lived for thousands of years; I should take a good look at it.

The one-eyed leader also took some loose silver coins from the corpse's clothes and handed them to Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao waved his hand and said generously, "I'll buy you some wine."

The one-eyed leader grinned from ear to ear, clutched the silver in his hand, put it in his pocket, and said, "Taoist Master, I'll treat you to some wine another day."

The lame second brother said, "I would like to invite the Taoist priest to listen to the song sung by the flower official of Lingzhou."

The hunchbacked third brother said, "I'll invite the Taoist priest to the temple fair."

For a moment, the crooked-mouthed fourth brother couldn't think of anything good. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. Suddenly, he blurted out, "I'll invite the Taoist priest to visit the Lichun Pavilion..."

Lichun Tower?

I understand everything I understand.

Even a middle-aged Taoist priest who hasn't left the mountain for two hundred years understands this.

Zhang Zhengdao immediately coughed, "This... let's not say this here, in broad daylight..."

The crooked-mouthed fourth brother: "Absolutely, they're all on our side... I can afford it with my monthly salary, it's not like we're from Chu Feng Pavilion..."

What the hell...

Zhang Zhengdao was embarrassed and turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist priest: "With my appearance... can I be considered a master?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest scratched his head and said earnestly, "I've heard many anecdotes about immortals. Most of them acted on impulse, unafraid of worldly conventions. For example, Immortal Ge visited the Spring Breeze Pavilion three times, and the charming Dragon Girl smiled and flirted with the scholar. Immortal Ge also entered the path of immortality because he learned a method of fierce battle..."

Zhang Zhengdao's face turned dark.

"and this……"

The one-eyed leader pulled out another moon-colored bodice.

"Damn it, how come there's still this thing? Ugh, ugh, ugh, my hand... I can't gamble for the next few days. Taoist priest... could you get rid of this bad luck for me..."

Zhang Zhengdao laughed and cursed, "Get lost!"

The four searched for a long time and found only this much belongings, so they decided to go into the cave to see if there were any treasures hidden there.

As soon as the four entered, they heard a loud shout: "Good stuff!"

Zhang Zhengdao and the middle-aged Taoist priest went inside and saw that it was indeed a good item.

A huge snakeskin was laid out inside the cave. It looked to be over thirty feet long.

Not only were the four of them startled, but even the middle-aged Taoist priest was astonished.

Such a large snakeskin.

Looking back at the pale-faced Taoist priest outside, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

It seems that if it weren't for Master Zhang's arrival, I would probably be dead without a burial place. However, it's quite possible that this snake spirit came from Qixian Lake in West Kunlun.

For a moment, his competitive spirit vanished, and he felt immense respect for Zhang Zhengdao.

There was nothing but a snakeskin.

No wonder a woman's undergarment could be found on the white-faced Taoist. Snakes are lustful, isn't that proof enough? But why didn't the white-faced Taoist reveal his true form after he died?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Zhang Zhengdao turned around and shouted, "How dare you!"

His hand suddenly clenched in mid-air.

Suddenly, a scream was heard from outside.

Everyone rushed out and, sure enough, saw that the pale-faced Taoist priest had somehow come back to life. His body was suspended in the air, his hands tightly covering his neck, and his legs were struggling as if something was choking him.

The middle-aged Taoist priest shouted, "So it was a fake death!"

Zhang Zhengdao also felt strange; this pale-faced Taoist priest had even fooled him by faking his death. Indeed, there are always some unique methods in this world that can have unexpected effects.

However, the disparity in strength was too great, and even the best disguise was useless.

The white-faced Taoist's struggles were in vain.

"Spare...life..."

Zhang Zhengdao loosened his grip, and the white-faced Taoist fell from the sky.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he fell, the white-faced Taoist rolled on the spot, and a huge white python appeared against the wind. Its eyes, as red as lanterns, stared at everyone.

His mouth suddenly opened wide.

Like a dark, gaping hole with fangs, a gust of foul wind rushed in, instantly blowing the Four Heroes of Kunshan off balance.

This also thoroughly angered the Four Heroes of Kunshan.

Without hesitation, the one-eyed leader drew his sword: "Kill it!"

Zhang Zhengdao reached out to grab it but couldn't; it rushed over with the speed of the wind.

"Protect the boss!"

The three brothers simultaneously drew their swords and charged towards the giant python, shouting as they did so.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared in disbelief, then turned to Zhang Zhengdao and asked, "Master, are all your friends this brave?"

Zhang Zhengdao nodded: "A childlike heart!"

This was the White-Faced Taoist's last trump card, revealing his true form—a power multiplier! Suddenly, he spewed a mouthful of poisonous gas, carrying a foul stench, towards the four of them.

The one-eyed leader roared angrily, his figure swaying.

The four immediately scattered and slashed at the giant python from four directions.

These four were not acting recklessly or without thinking; rather, they each guarded their own area, and while simultaneously dodging, they also began to swing their knives at each other.

The middle-aged Taoist priest grew anxious: "Master, aren't you going to help your friend?"

Zhang Zhengdao looked at him in surprise: "How do you know I didn't help?"

Middle-aged Taoist priest: ? ? ?

Then why don't you go and help?

Seeing that its attack had missed, the giant python swept its tail, instantly knocking down the surrounding huge trees.

"Four-in-One Slash!"

The one-eyed leader suddenly shouted.

Four figures soared into the sky, while four sword lights descended from the heavens, slashing down at the giant python.