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

The combined strength of the four of them is not only greater than that of the four of them individually, but is even several times greater.

This is the terrifying place between grandmasters.

The young man stopped laughing and silently closed his eyes, as if the four people around him didn't exist.

Empty your mind, settle your spirit, let your thoughts roam freely with your will, and you will control all things within your realm.

The four experts exchanged glances, their strength surging, and their overwhelming momentum poured into the barrier they had formed, like a celestial river flowing backward.

A Grandmaster is someone who can glimpse a trace of the mysteries of heaven and earth.

If the four of them joined forces, perhaps there would be no one in the world who could rival them.

The young man suddenly brandished his sword.

The sword was not drawn, but the blade, still in its sheath, touched the sky. As if touched by this point, a sliver of moonlight seemed to fall into the sheath.

"Yu Hua—"

Immediately, the sword burst forth with dazzling moonlight, and the overwhelming momentum that the four had just gathered seemed to freeze instantly. It was not overwhelming power, but rather an immense pressure.

"open--"

The young man shouted.

"boom--"

Centered on the four wonders, the air suddenly seemed to be compressed, and then it burst open violently.

Four figures were sent flying backward, crashing violently against the mountainside, bouncing off and falling to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The first to react was the Sword God Qin Shouzhong.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs shifted, and he almost died.

"Good tactic!" Qin Shouzhong retorted stubbornly.

Hai Tianfu: "Say less!"

The monk Huikong managed to get up, but then immediately sat cross-legged again and silently began to heal his injuries. He wasn't tough at all, and he certainly wouldn't utter any harsh words.

"Truly worthy of being Ye Jianxian's disciple. You're welcome to come to the Emei Sect for tea sometime."

Even while coughing up blood, Abbess Jingxian could still flatter and fawn over him.

Is this old nun planning to join the fight if she can't win?

Sword God Qin Shouzhong was somewhat disdainful, but he looked at the young man and sneered: "Winning against the four of us is nothing special."

The young man nodded, seemingly agreeing with him: "Yes, beating you is nothing special. This world is too big, and we martial artists are just a small part of it."

"do you know?"

The young man suddenly asked.

"I don't know!" Qin Shouzhong replied immediately.

The young man laughed heartily, glanced at Qin Shouzhong, and said, "I quite like you. If one day my wife were to run off with someone else, I definitely wouldn't be as magnanimous as you. I would kill her with a single sword stroke."

Qin Shouzhong coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Nima!

The young man laughed heartily: "To do as one pleases is the way of man. To roam freely in the heavens is the way of the immortals. It's impossible to explain to mortals like you. When one of you finally grasps the way of the immortals, you'll understand..."

Before he could finish speaking, his whole body suddenly tensed up like a bowstring.

With a light touch of the ground, it prepares to take off.

"Oh!"

It felt like an invisible pressure, like Mount Hua pressing down on you.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, landing on all fours and unable to move at all.

Just a moment ago, they were all ethereal and commanding, but now they've completely fallen back to earthly dust.

"who--"

The young man shouted, but it was to no avail; he was suppressed by an invisible force. Then he seemed to see an astonishing scene.

Under the moonlight, the divine weapon in his hand, which could not be drawn from its sheath, suddenly emitted a sword cry, trembling as if it were about to leap out of its sheath.

"do not want!"

The young man had just said something.

"choke--"

The divine weapon was drawn, and with a whoosh, it drew a streak of light in the air, circled a few times under the moon, and then with another "whoosh," it soared into the sky, heading towards the moon hanging in the sky.

"My sword!"

The young man shouted, and with that shout, his whole body regained its mobility. Without thinking, he tapped his toes again, preparing to follow the divine weapon and seize the sword.

Who knew that the sword would spin in the air and suddenly let out a "roar" like a dragon's roar.

Divine weapons transform into dragons!

Under the moonlight, the sword shadows that the divine weapon conjured gradually solidified, and the eerie light continued to expand and solidify, eventually transforming into the figure of a massive silver dragon.

The enormous dragon head charged fiercely towards the young man.

The young man, who had just taken off, was struck by the dragon's head and immediately pressed back to the ground, unable to move for a long time, only able to watch the enormous silver dragon circling in the air.

The four masters opened their mouths wide, unable to close them again.

Hai Tianfu and Qin Shouzhong's hearts were pounding rapidly.

The Taoist priest has arrived!

It must be the Taoist priest who has arrived!

so excited!

……

With such divine abilities, what is this young man? He can defeat the Four Great Masters combined, but what does that amount to? Even if Ye Jianxian were resurrected, what would that matter? The Taoist priest could crush him with a single finger.

"Hahaha!"

Qin Shouzhong couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The young man was stunned, his heart filled with utter shock. Hearing Qin Shouzhong's loud laughter, he couldn't help but shout angrily, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Is this a result of anger and shame?

The silver dragon suddenly charged towards the moonlight, then scattered into countless tiny points of light and disappeared into the night sky. The divine weapon then fell from the sky.

With a "thud".

It was placed next to the young people.

The young man felt all the pressure vanish, flipped himself up, and grabbed the sword hilt, trying to pull it out of the stone slab.

Pull it out!

Not moving.

young people:???

Pull it out again!

Not moving.

The young man was enraged. He channeled his inner power throughout his body, as if the air itself had been compressed into his body. He then roared, "Rise!" and exerted force with both hands.

Not moving at all!

Just like the sword I once carelessly stuck in the inn, no matter how many martial arts masters tried to pull it out, they couldn't budge it.

The young man's face turned bright red.

"Amitabha!" Master Huikong, who had been spitting blood, swallowed it and chanted a Buddhist prayer to the young man. "Benefactor, this old monk has other matters to attend to. Farewell!"

After saying that, the old monk vanished as fast as lightning.

He saw more strange things today than he had in his entire life, so he quickly made his escape.

His figure was extraordinary; there was no indication that the old monk had just coughed up blood.

"Well... in the Mount Hua Grand Competition, I consider myself third. You all compete!" The old nun, Abbess Jingxian, also bowed and slowly retreated to the door. She turned around and disappeared.

That's terrifying, dragons have appeared!

Who the hell released a dragon to scare people?

Everyone is practicing martial arts diligently, what do you want to do?

The so-called successor of Ye Jianxian is nothing more than a mortal's martial arts, at most he's just a little more skilled than me and he's just showing off a bit more.

Will we still be able to have fun?

Hai Tianfu and Qin Shouzhong exchanged a glance, silently walked to the door, shouted, and ran outside together.

The Taoist priest has arrived!

The method just now was definitely the Taoist priest's method.

They easily crushed the young child.

This is truly the work of a celestial being! I wish I could immediately kowtow and become their disciple... If only the Taoist priest wouldn't allow it.

The young man watched the four masters slip away, ignoring them completely.

He silently sat cross-legged next to the sword.

He thought of his master, of Ye Jianxian's peerless figure, and of his master collapsing to the ground after pouring all his power into him.

"The Free and Unfettered Sect pursues the path of immortality, seeking true freedom. Your master has searched for over a hundred years, yet still struggles to grasp the ultimate path. Now, I pass the Free and Unfettered Sect upon you. If one day you comprehend the path of immortality, be sure to reassure me in the afterlife..."

Thinking of my master, a peerless genius who founded the unparalleled Xiaoyao Sect, surpassing almost all other sects in the world, he not only had an ageless appearance but also lived longer than most people.

However, they still cannot escape the impermanence of fate and the destiny of life and death.

"Master——"

The young man cried!

An indescribable sense of dejection, a feeling of pride being crushed.

A sense of panic, of being crushed, weak and helpless.