The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Author: Stir-fried Marshmallow

Synopsis: [No female lead, male lead is the only handsome one, no breakup of couples]

A prodigy emerged from Qingcheng Mountain; at the age of seventeen, he entered the realm of divine travel.

Zhao Yuzhen: Everyone says that I am unparalleled in swordsmanship, guarding Qingcheng alone with my sword, forcing the Demonic Sect to detour for eight hundred miles. But they don't know that it was my senior brother who spat out a sword aura that traversed eight hundred miles. My senior brother, Zhou Zhenhuan, is a true immortal of this era.

Li Hanyi: Without Senior Brother Zhou Huanzhen, my husband would have been burdened by fate, and my husband and I would not have been able to have a happy ending. All of this is thanks to Senior Brother.

Zhou Huanzhen: Junior brother, you should go down the mountain, go for a walk, love someone, drink the best wine, ride the fiercest... cough cough

In short, what a load of rubbish about destiny, your senior brother will take care of it for you.

Lone Sword Immortal: Once Zhou Zhenhuan draws his sword, no other sword in the world dares to be drawn.

Li Fansong: Um, could you please stop calling me a good-for-nothing? I'm a pretty good fighter among the younger generation.

Chapter 1 Zhao Yuzhen's Unscrupulous Senior Brother

"Hahaha, Master Dao has succeeded!"

On Mount Qingcheng, hundreds of birds took flight in fright, and a burst of wild laughter echoed across the sky.

In an instant, the wind rose and the clouds surged, the sunlight was blocked, the clouds rolled and thunder rumbled within them.

Thunder roared, as if trying to stifle the laughter.

Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning traversed the heavens and struck down with immense force.

However, all the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain seemed to have become accustomed to this scene.

Under the pine tree, Xiao Tong Feixuan was practicing the Great Dragon Elephant Power by forming a traditional Taoist hand seal. Upon hearing the noise, his hand trembled, and he knew that he would not be able to continue his practice today. His tranquil and inactive mindset had vanished. He sighed maturely, opened his eyes, and looked at the thunder in the sky with some helplessness.

"What kind of unparalleled Dao technique has Grandmaster Uncle mastered this time? He even managed to summon down lightning punishment."

I used to think that divine punishment was just a legend, but I never imagined it was real.

Let me think, how many times has this happened?

The little boy scratched his chin, muttering calculations to himself.

On a pine tree, Li Fansong sat cross-legged, carving a wooden sword.

A peach wood sword.

Master Daojian Xian Zhao Yuzhen has a peach wood sword. As a successor of the Wuliang Sword, Li Fansong felt that he should also have a peach wood sword.

My master's sword is named Peach Blossom, but his sword doesn't have a name yet.

But it doesn't matter. One day, everyone in the world will know that Li Fansong also has a peach wood sword.

Hearing his junior apprentice's complaints, Li Fansong also looked up and saw the earth-shattering thunder being gently grasped by a golden hand and instantly reduced to ashes. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"This is the eighty-first time. My eldest master said that he will come out of seclusion once he has mastered eighty-one kinds of Taoist techniques."

It looks like it's done.

This is the supreme Taoist magic of Qingcheng, the Great Dragon Elephant Power!

Feixuan, I suddenly regret it. Why did I choose to practice sword techniques back then? Taoist magic is so powerful.

Ouch!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Fansong, who was feeling envious, felt a sharp pain in his forehead. A pine cone had landed on his head, not too hard, but it had caused a large bump to swell up.

Li Fansong was in pain and lost his balance, falling off the tree with a thud.

Fei Xuan, unusually concerned, made a hand seal, channeled the power of the Great Dragon Elephant, and conjured a phantom golden hand to catch Li Fansong. Only then did he calmly stand up and respectfully bow.

He addressed his grandmaster as "Grandmaster Uncle".

With one hand behind her back and the other idly playing with a peach blossom, Zhao Yuzhen simply nodded slightly. Her deep, pure gaze was fixed on the dissipating thunder and the scattering sunlight on the horizon, and a slight smile of pleasure curved her lips.

“Master shouldn’t have passed the position of sect leader to me back then; my eldest brother is much more suitable than me.”

I, Zhao Yuzhen, entered Qingcheng at the age of three, learned the Dragon Elephant at the age of six, and cultivated the Boundless at the age of eleven.

People call me the Dao Sword Immortal, and I am known as the peerless Dao Sword Immortal. I alone possess all the martial and divine fortune of Qingcheng Mountain.

Little did they know, their senior brother was truly... truly... an astonishingly brilliant person.

Zhao Yuzhen shook her head with a wry smile, recalling her childhood experience of being taken down the mountain by her senior brother to drink and peep at widows bathing. Her wry smile turned into a look of utter absurdity.

Yet this absurd person, whose Taoist principles flowed from his heart, was unparalleled, leaving others far behind.

People have high praise for Zhao Yuzhen. They all know that when the Demonic Sect launched its eastern expedition, he single-handedly defended Qingcheng with his sword, forcing the Demonic Sect to detour eight hundred miles around Qingcheng.

But what the world didn't know was that at that time, his senior brother was standing right behind him.

No, to be precise, it was a soft chair lying behind him, with a pot of turbid wine stolen by his wicked disciple Li Fansong. The senior brother only took a sip before he couldn't help but vomit.

This single expulsion unleashed sword energy that stretched for eight hundred miles, creating a truly desolate place where anyone who dared to enter would be utterly destroyed.

His senior brother smiled and said to him: Although Master was incompetent and passed away early, you still have your senior brother. Although you are the head of Qingcheng Sect, you are my junior brother.

The burdens of Qingcheng are not for you to bear.

Excellent! From now on, the world will know that you, the leader of Qingcheng Sect, possess boundless sword energy.

Any Tom, Dick, or Harry would give up their covetousness of my Qingcheng, thus saving me a lot of trouble.

Zhao Yuzhen couldn't understand why the dignified Demonic Sect, the Heaven Beyond Heaven, was no different from those cats and dogs in her senior brother's words.

If Ye Dingzhi knew this, he would probably fight his senior brother to the death.

Of course, my senior brother is not afraid at all.

After all... when he was seventeen, he entered a state of spiritual travel one day, and in his eyes, all the heroes of the world were no different.

Senior brother, you were spouting nonsense about fame and fortune, and the struggle for supremacy in the immortal path, yet you still managed to force me to accept the title of Dao Sword Immortal.

Zhao Yuzhen would not underestimate himself; he is now worthy of the title.

It's been over ten years since I last saw my senior brother.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what kind of person is Grandmaster Uncle?"

Zhao Yuzhen snapped out of her daze, reached out and patted Xiao Feixuan's head, and laughed, "Him? He's such a rascal."

Xiao Feixuan was slightly taken aback. He could feel the warm nostalgia and even a touch of attachment emanating from his renowned grandmaster when he mentioned the grandmaster he had only heard of but never met.

But I never expected his evaluation to be like this.

Li Fansong rubbed his forehead, looked aggrieved, bowed to Zhao Yuzhen, and addressed her as "Master."

That pine cone must have been a gift from Master; it really hurt.

Seeing Xiao Feixuan's bewildered look, my head seemed to hurt even more, along with a toothache.

It seems to have stirred up some unpleasant memories.

That senior brother was indeed, as Master had said, an unreliable person.

"Feixuan, let me teach you a lesson: on Mount Qingcheng, don't mess with that person, no matter who you are."

That person's temperament is absolutely awful.

I remember when I first came up the mountain, I wasn't even as old as you, but I was tricked by my senior uncle into plucking the feathers of my grandmaster's most beloved crane. As a result, I was punished by sweeping the mountain gate. The broom was bigger than me, and I had to sweep it from the mountain gate to the back of the mountain.

Heaven have mercy, what evil thoughts could a child like me possibly have?

So you should stay away from him in the future. My senior brother always says that the younger generation should experience the dangers of the world early on. Being bullied by him is much better than being bullied by others.

Listen to this! What utterly absurd logic! Why should we, being younger and of lower status, be bullied?

At this moment, Fei Xuan's mouth dropped open in astonishment. Shouldn't his grandmaster be a highly accomplished Taoist master?

Everyone on Mount Qingcheng is saying that our grandmaster has long been at the peak of the Divine Travel realm, so why would he bother with a child?

Zhao Yuzhen found it amusing, shook her head, and flicked her disciple's forehead with her hand: "Your senior uncle is just a bit too playful. Didn't he later pass on a Tai Chi sword intent to you?"

Li Fansong was a little embarrassed. He chuckled twice and then turned to Feixuan and whispered, "Although my senior uncle has a bad temper, he does have quite a few good things on him."

Just then, golden light rose from Mount Qingcheng, and a golden lion roared out from the depths of the back mountain, riding on auspicious clouds. In an instant, it arrived and snatched Li Fansong in its mouth.

Li Fansong was shaken so badly that he screamed repeatedly.

"Master Uncle, please spare me! I didn't say anything bad about you!"

The golden lion revealed a hint of human-like disgust and spat Li Fansong out.

Fei Xuan was dumbfounded.

Taiyi Lion Technique?

So it can be used like this?

His Taoist teachings were passed down from the Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, so he was naturally familiar with the Taiyi Lion Technique.

He had also seen Zhao Yuzhen use it on several occasions.

Compared to this towering golden lion, it's nothing but a drop in the ocean.

It turns out that the Taiyi Lion Technique can be cultivated to such a level.

"Little guy, wipe your drool. Do you think I, this lion, am much more handsome than your useless grand-uncle?"

A mocking voice brought Fei Xuan's attention back to reality. The golden light dissipated, and a figure slowly descended from the sky.

This man was handsome and refined, with exquisite features. As he talked and laughed, his blue Taoist robe fluttered without wind, as if he were riding the wind, like an immortal descending to earth.

If there are true immortals in this world, they should look like this.

Her black hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, but it didn't look sloppy; it had a natural and elegant charm.

Stars appear and disappear around him, while thunder and storms are hidden deep within.

A pair of Daoist eyes, as if containing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, a single glance can span ten thousand years, the vicissitudes of life.

Fei Xuan didn't know what handsome was. He only felt that his cultivation level seemed to have broken through after he glanced at his grandmaster. His head felt slightly heavy, and he swayed and couldn't stand steadily.

This is Grandmaster Zhou Zhen Huan, also known as the Carefree Immortal.

In a daze, I saw a man in green and a woman in purple standing side by side, unparalleled in the world.

(This is my first book in 23 years, and I'm quite excited. I hope it won't be canceled this year. That's all.)

Chapter 2 Senior Brother, I've severed your destiny; you may leave the mountain.

Inside the Ancestral Hall of Qingcheng Mountain, Zhou Zhenhuan and Zhao Yuzhen stood side by side, respectfully offering incense to their master and all the elders of the past.

Then Zhou Zhenhuan changed his serious demeanor, sat down on the ground in a carefree manner, and even patted the spot next to him.

Zhao Yuzhen seemed to have long been used to her unreliable senior brother's behavior, and was somewhat embarrassed.

"After all, I am the leader of a sect. It would be improper for me to behave in front of my teachers."

Zhou Zhen scoffed, "Come on, I was the one who took care of you when you were wearing open-crotch pants. You even peed in front of the ancestral tablet. What are you pretending for now, senior brother?"

Enraged, Zhao Yuzhen drew her sword and even unleashed the Boundless Sword Formation, its sword energy spreading everywhere.

"Isn't this the truth? Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Zhenhuan acted as if he hadn't seen it.

"Wasn't that a lie my senior brother told me? Was he taking advantage of my youth?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I was six years old back then, and you were five. I was only a year older than you. How could I have so many bad intentions!"

Zhao Yuzhen felt that all her years of cultivation had been wasted, and gritted her teeth: "You dog, take this!"

Outside the Ancestral Hall, a group of elderly Taoist priests with gray hair looked at the sword energy emanating from the hall with some concern.

"If these two start fighting, will they tear down this Ancestral Hall?"

"The sect leader has become increasingly adept at cultivating his composure over the years. The only one who can anger him is this week, Zhen Huan."

"Should we stop them?"

"How do we stop them? One is a half-step Divine Realm expert, and the other was already at the peak of the Divine Realm more than ten years ago. Who among us is going to stop them?"

A hush fell over the crowd, broken only by the howling mountain wind.

After a while, someone spoke up: "How about we go and grab a good spot?"