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

Fellow Daoist, please call me Mo Yi.

Zhou Zhenhuan pulled out another chair, and Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, glancing at his sleeve with some curiosity.

He thanked them first, and then sat down steadily.

Three grown men stood beside a thunderous waterfall, but the roar of the waterfall seemed to have vanished, and it did not interfere with their conversation.

"Fellow Daoist's Daoist arts are profound and mysterious; I admire them greatly."

"You saved my life before, so I'll take care of your disciple's injuries. They shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you for your help, Brother Mo. Actually, there is another matter I would like to ask you. Recently, the demonic energy within Brother Mo has been surging, to the point that he cannot suppress it. It is not because Brother Baili intervened to eliminate your inner demon, is it?"

Even though Mo Yi had experienced his sister's death time and time again, Zhou Zhenhuan believed that with his own power, it was impossible for him to turn the entire Penglai Immortal Mountain into a demonic realm.

The churning demonic energy earlier was indeed astonishing.

Mo Yi recalled for a moment and slowly shook his head: "No, although I fell into the realm of ghost immortals before, I was just trying to find a way to save my sister."

"It seems that the Meng Po soup didn't work very well. The idea that you'll forget everything after drinking it is a lie," Baili Dongjun muttered.

Mo Yi smiled and pointed to her head: "It was still somewhat useful, at least it allowed me to get a good night's sleep."

Before Baili arrived, I had seen an eye, an eye supported by a city.

Since then, I have felt that something has been added to my heart, and my soul seems to have fallen into a dream. Although I can know everything outside, I seem to have forgotten to deal with it. In the dream, my sister and I live in a very large city.

Everyone there was kind, there was an abundance of delicious food, and there was no disease or suffering.

Although I instinctively felt something was wrong, and I knew my sister was long gone, I still didn't want to wake up.

Chapter 177 These Juniors

Without his inner demons, Mo Yi appeared more refined and easygoing.

As he described these scenes, a warm smile lingered on his face.

It's clear that he was very happy during that time.

This tender affection will probably remain in my heart for a long time to come.

However, Zhou Zhenhuan noticed the eye that was supported by a city.

Zhou Zhenhuan recalled the eye from which he had severed a piece of what looked like an arm, then channeled his inner energy to conjure up a scene.

"Are these the kind of eyes?"

Baili Dongjun was secretly amazed: "Are there such strange things in this world?"

Mo Yi seemed still shaken. After glancing at it twice, she looked away and nodded: "That's right, it's this one."

"Fellow Daoist, you've also seen him before?"

Zhou Zhenhuan dispelled the illusion and nodded: "Just as I came here, I saw this thing seemingly patrolling in the sea."

They made quite a commotion, but I managed to cut them down with a single sword stroke.

Baili Dongjun was utterly shocked: "It escaped? It actually has something that can withstand your sword strike and survive?"

Mo Yi found Baili Dongjun's attitude somewhat strange.

The Taoist priest in front of me is indeed quite powerful. Although I can't sense exactly how high his level is, he's probably just about the same as everyone else.

He had immersed himself in the realm of divine travel for many years, and he was very familiar with the strength of the divine travel realm.

Of course, Baili Dongjun, having just entered the Divine Realm, was indeed not much weaker than him.

But could this Taoist priest be superior to me?

After all, before he fell into the Ghost Immortal realm, he was a powerful Earth Immortal, a terrestrial deity, not someone to be trifled with.

That eye could allow his inner demons to grow rapidly and almost devour his primordial spirit. What's so strange about it escaping from this person's grasp?

Mo Yi couldn't understand it; perhaps Baili Dongjun was just being polite.

Having been away from the world for so long, Mo Yi felt that she had forgotten some of the proper etiquette and manners.

After all, how could anyone possibly break through to the Divine Travel realm in this world?

Although a celestial being like him could remain ageless, this Taoist priest looked much younger than him.

His current cultivation level is already that of a prodigy.

Zhou was genuinely surprised that Mo Yi had so many thoughts in that instant. He nodded to Baili Dongjun and said, "I was also a little surprised."

Although I only struck with a casual sword, the fact that I escaped shows that I do possess some skill.

With only half the strength, how can it not be called casual?

Mo Yi was rather unconvinced: "Although I have never fought against that thing, I imagine it is more aggressive towards the primordial spirit."

"Hmm, Brother Mo, have you seen me before?"

Mo Yi shook her head: "No, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for their trick."

"Fine, if it dares to appear again, then kill it."

Brother Mo, your body is weak; you should take some time to recuperate.

Mo Yi nodded and stood up: "I have quite a few rooms here, and Baili is quite familiar with them, so I'll trouble you to entertain me, fellow Daoist."

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, Mo Yi will do his best to heal your disciple's injuries."

"Good work."

"Fellow Daoist, you're too kind. Please make yourself at home."

Mo Yi went to adjust his breathing, while Zhou Zhenhuan and Baili Dongjun went to their residence.

The buildings here, also primarily constructed of bamboo, possess a rather elegant charm.

The building area is not small; it's quite a large area.

Mo Yi had arranged everything meticulously; several rooms were even filled with things the little girl liked, clearly intended for his sister.

Zhou Zhen only took a quick look around before leaving.

This place will probably never be needed again.

"This is a good place to escape the world, far away from worldly affairs. Ordinary people really can't survive here."

If there were no threat from the extraterrestrial immortals, it would indeed be quite good.

Baili Dongjun seemed to have a different opinion. He shook his head, tossed a jar of wine to Zhou Zhenhuan, and lay down on a bamboo stalk that had been bent over by the weight of the wine.

The bamboo sways up and down with the movement, looking quite carefree.

"You're new here, so you find it interesting."

But if you live in one place for too long, you'll get tired of it.

Every day is the same sound of the waves, the same scenery, day after day, year after year.

It's still better to be in this world.

It's lively and bustling with people.

If someone stays here for too long, they'll probably start to think they're some kind of otherworldly immortal.

Zhou looked at him with amusement: "It sounds like you're making fun of Immortal Mo Yi."

"Hey, I didn't mean that, I was just telling the truth."

You Taoist practitioners always seem to be able to keep your temper in check.

Leaving aside others, let's talk about you and your junior brother, Dao Jianxian.

I stayed in Qingcheng Mountain for so many years without ever coming down the mountain.

This person has been hiding on this sacred mountain for decades.

"No, it's still a little different."

Although we didn't go down the mountain, news always reached our ears.

There are quite a few disciples from Qingcheng Mountain, coming and going, so at least there's someone to talk to.

"I wouldn't be able to stay here alone for so long either."

Baili Dongjun laughed heartily, raised his wine jar, and tapped it against Zhou Zhenhuan's from a distance.

"It's clear that you, the carefree immortal, also enjoy lively gatherings."

Why don't you go take a look at the southern border?

The Lone Sword Immortal and your junior brother killed four people who came down from the sky. Given the methods of those people in the sky, they must already know about this.

Perhaps a large-scale invasion will follow.

"In this world, the only one with the power to consistently dominate is you, Immortal Xiaoyao."

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand and said, "The world cannot rely on me alone, or I would be exhausted to death."

Coming down would come at a price. Now that they know they might lose their lives if they come down, they won't pay such a high price to send more people down unless it's absolutely necessary.

Weaker opponents are outmatched, while stronger ones could be killed, resulting in a huge loss.

If it were me, I wouldn't easily let my disciple step down.

After all, the higher-ups have always been short-staffed.

“That makes sense. Not long ago, that little guy from Wushuang City also broke through to the Sword Immortal realm, right?”

Their generation is also starting to grow up.

Give them some time, and they will surely be able to handle things on their own.

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "Indeed, I have high hopes for them. They are the future. We should pave the way for them."

Now is not the time to rely on them.

After all, there is bound to be chaos in Beili, and Wushuang City might also be drawn into it.

What I fear most is that promising talents will perish due to internal strife.

Even your Snowmoon City will likely find it difficult to remain unscathed.

Sikong Changfeng had been plotting all along, all for the purpose of sending Xiao Se back to Tianqi and ruling the world.

This scheme was set up a long time ago; it began the moment Xiao Se left Snowfall Manor.

Once Xiao Se's injuries have healed, that will be a crucial moment.

At that time, fierce competition and dramatic events are inevitable.

Fortunately, there's no need to worry about the extraterrestrial immortals for the time being; Zhou Zhen is well aware of this fact.

The White Jade Capital of the martial world will inevitably push things along to get the Crimson King on the throne. Only in that way can they control the entire Northern Li world through the Crimson King.

Chapter 178 The One-Year Agreement Between Uncle and Nephew

Baili Dongjun has never interfered in the affairs of Snow Moon City.

But he was once young and passionate, and he also knew the ever-changing world situation.

"The affairs of Snow Moon City are naturally to be decided by Sikong. People in the martial world are often not in control of their own destiny."

So I've decided to hide here for a while.

It's so boring to kill each other like this.

What are your plans, fellow Daoist?

After healing Xiao Se's injuries, given Brother Dao's free spirit, he certainly won't get involved in those court struggles.

Otherwise, once Brother Dao makes a move, the other princes will have no chance.

Zhou Huanzhen laughed and said, "I plan to go back to Qingcheng Mountain to sleep. I haven't had a proper rest during this period."

As for the young people's affairs, let them handle them themselves. I've done all I can; the rest is up to them.

But I'm really bothered by that one demonic eye that suddenly appeared and then escaped from my grasp.

Perhaps I should find some time to have a chat with the Heavenly Demon Princess.