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

Guo Lanying made a breakthrough.

Although the breakthrough was earth-shattering, it was not extraordinary.

In addition, it was nighttime, and most of the people in the town had left. Naturally, it didn't attract much attention.

The Huashan disciples came and knocked on the door, repeatedly reminding the old shopkeeper that no noise was allowed in the town, as it disturbed others.

Two days later, suddenly, a surge of internal energy emanated from Hu Yunying's room, expanding and contracting repeatedly until, with a loud "boom," the windows were blown off.

A gust of cold wind blew in.

Hu Yunying also made a breakthrough.

In just two days, both of them broke through their cultivation levels.

Hu Yunying's ambitions have also grown, and she can no longer distinguish between her left and right legs when she walks.

"I want to register again!"

Hu Yunying said to Zhang Zhengdao.

"Now that my cultivation has broken through to the late stage of Grandmaster, if I can't challenge a Grandmaster, then... what's the point of my competition?"

Zhang Zhengdao advised her, "You've already chosen your opponent. If you give up halfway, what will your opponent think? It's clearly a sign of disrespect."

"Does his weakness justify his actions?"

Hu Yunying said.

Zhang Zhengdao was stunned; what he said made a lot of sense.

In terms of the same realm, Hu Yunying should be... probably the strongest, right?

"Can you persuade the Four Great Masters of the Martial World?"

You're capable!

Zhang Zhengdao: ...

"Master, please!" Hu Yunying pleaded with the coquettishness of an eighteen-year-old.

Guo Lanying, an eighteen-year-old girl standing nearby, covered her face and walked away. She couldn't bear to watch and left to avoid embarrassment.

Zhang Zhengdao couldn't withstand it.

Being a man after all, just as King You of Zhou couldn't resist Bao Si, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang couldn't resist Yang Yuhuan, and Emperor Tongzhi couldn't resist courtesans, Zhang Zhengdao agreed after hearing "Good sir, good brother" countless times.

Hu Yunying was secretly delighted.

But these are all favors!

The martial arts world isn't all about fighting and killing. Where human relationships can be valued, they should be valued. And where human relationships shouldn't be valued, sometimes you have to create opportunities to do so.

So, while the four masters were warming themselves by the fire in the detached hall, discussing how to compete among themselves, the detached hall door was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.

All four of them were very surprised.

Logically speaking, all four of them are grandmasters, so how could a closed door be blown open by the wind?

After a casual wave of her hand, Abbess Jingxian of the Emei Sect closed the door again, preparing to discuss the matter once more. She actually really wanted to have a match with Yin Jueshou Hai Tianfu this time.

Of the four, Hai Tianfu was evenly matched with himself... well, he was slightly stronger than him, so he had a chance to win.

"Let me start by saying, the year before last, Grandpa Hai and I..."

"Admiral!"

Hai Tianfu reminded her.

He served as a supervisor in the palace for a period of time, responsible for oversight duties. His authority was even comparable to that of the deputy commander of the Qingfeng Guard at the time.

He preferred to be called Admiral Hai when the four masters were gathered, rather than "Eunuch Hai." Of course, calling him Brother Hai was also acceptable, but few people were qualified to do so.

"Admiral Hai, yes, I gained some insights from my duel with Admiral Hai two years ago, and in the two years since..."

"Bang!"

The door opened again, and a gust of wind blew in.

All four of them frowned.

Especially the nun Mei Xiaoxin, also known as Master Jingxian.

When she closed the door just now, she used a great deal of internal energy, and a trace of that energy is still attached to it, so it won't dissipate anytime soon.

After all, he was a grandmaster, someone who had glimpsed a trace of the mysteries of heaven and earth.

The four of them exchanged a glance.

"The successor of Ye Jianxian—"

As soon as they finished speaking in unison, they felt a gentle, spring-like breeze pass between them, then transform into a piece of paper that landed squarely in the hand of Sword God Qin Shouzhong.

Qin Shouzhong didn't want it in the first place, so he just tossed it aside.

Not thrown away.

He flicked it again, and the piece of paper immediately unfolded, appearing right in front of him, forcing him to look at it whether he wanted to or not.

"Old Qin, I need to talk to you about something!"

The first sentence made Qin Shouzhong's eyes widen immediately.

“I have a fairy in my family named Hu Yunying. She broke through her cultivation level today and wants to change her opponent for a match... How about letting her try out against Abbess Jingxian?”

Signed: Zhang Zhengdao.

Qin Shouzhong reached out and took the floating piece of paper down, then plopped down in a chair, his expression constantly changing, which shocked the three of them.

Especially Yin Jue Shou Hai Tianfu.

Even Ye Jianxian couldn't handle this method. Could it be...?

The mere thought of this possibility... not possibility, but certainty, it must be Immortal Master Zhang Zhengdao.

Hurry up and come over to watch together.

The remaining nun Jingxian and Master Huikong also wanted to join in, but they were a little embarrassed because they hadn't been invited. However, although the move just now seemed casual, they both understood what was going on.

You'll never be able to achieve such miraculous feats in your lifetime.

"Yes! You must agree!"

Sword God Qin Shouzhong immediately slammed his hand on the table, startling the old monk and the old nun.

He handed the paper in his hand to Abbess Jingxian.

Master Jingxian glanced at it, feeling somewhat angry, but mostly filled with surprise and uncertainty. Why was she being challenged? She knew this Hu Yunying.

He was an elder from a sect next to his own sect on Mount Emei.

The Peach Blossom Sword Sect that we've been talking about recently was created by her.

A mid-stage Grandmaster challenging a Grandmaster?

What makes me think I can accept her challenge?

Even if you win, it's not honorable. Isn't it only natural for a grandmaster to fight another grandmaster?

Losing would be even more disgraceful for me. If a Grandmaster can't even handle a Grandmaster, how weak must I be? It's not just me who loses face; the Emei Sect will also lose face, making it difficult to recruit disciples and causing the sect to collapse.

"I disagree!"

Master Jingxian immediately expressed her opinion.

Sword God Qin Shouzhong immediately advised, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Before Abbess Jingxian could speak, Monk Huikong couldn't help but say, "Do you even know what you're talking about? Can you just change the competition rules like that?"

Qin Shouzhong couldn't help but sneer.

"Didn't you see this technique just now?"

Monk Huikong was taken aback, then recalled what had just happened, and a cold sweat broke out all over his body, his bald head covered in water. He touched it and remained silent.

On this freezing day, the wind blowing in felt as warm as spring.

Moreover, this gust of wind actually headed straight for Hai Tianfu, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Zhengdao couldn't resist showing off.

Spring Breeze and Imperial Decree!

In the name of the Dao, it commands the spring breeze and is omnipotent.

This was a little spell that Zhang Zhengdao had suddenly come up with after watching the peach blossoms bloom outside his window these past two days, a spell that was entirely created to enhance the romance of the moment.

Products made by Taoists are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.

This exquisite little item astonished even a mortal like the Four Masters. Those at the Four Masters' level of cultivation were all connoisseurs!

The monk Huikong kept chanting, "Amitabha!"

It was as if only in this way could the turmoil within him be calmed. But the more he chanted, the more sorrowful he became. He considered himself a highly virtuous monk in this world.

His Buddhist cultivation enabled him to debate with the National Preceptor.

His martial arts skills are among the best, ranking him third among the Four Great Masters.

Even his position is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the holy land of martial arts.

But how unfair is the way of Heaven! On the path of exploring the mysteries of the universe and achieving enlightenment, there is not an inch of progress. Now, someone can actually control the wind—a natural phenomenon—which means they have already glimpsed the mysteries of the universe.

"Amitabha!"

He recited it again, then plopped down on the ground, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and silently chanted the sutra.

He actually really wanted to discuss things with Zhang Zhengdao, and even wanted to become his apprentice.

However, he practices Buddhism and cannot deviate from its teachings. Furthermore, he is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, holding a high position and great power; he cannot easily relinquish all these responsibilities. If he does, without himself, Shaolin Temple will collapse!

"Master Jingxian, would you agree?"

Sword God Qin Shouzhong asked Master Jingxian again.

Master Jingxian silently gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Sword God Qin Shouzhong.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see the Taoist priest."

"You will be able to see him after it's all done."

"make a deal!"

The three hands immediately clasped together.

Master Huikong also subconsciously stood up and reached out his hand, but... after hesitating for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand and looked at the three of them with great envy.

All the resentment ultimately turned into a long sigh.

He slowly slumped down and silently chanted scriptures.

"The Immortal Master has not forgotten us after all!"

Suddenly, Hai Tianfu felt a sense of exhilaration and a surge of pride welled up within him, making the future seem less uncertain.