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

The Marquis of the Underworld is indeed very strong, and the blade of the giant golden sword is sharp enough.

The peaceful mountain village was suddenly disrupted by a group of men in black who appeared out of nowhere without making a sound.

Even when it was killed or hacked, it didn't make a sound.

Lord Ming, along the way, corpses littered the fields.

The flowers in the corner are blooming even more brightly.

When the blood seeped into the hot spring, Zhou Zhenhuan was already gone. He was sitting at the highest point of Tianquan Villa, holding a pot of wine in his hand.

When Elder Tianquan received the message, he was practicing with two young female disciples.

Zhou really found this kind of cultivation very interesting because they didn't wear clothes.

Cultivation in Qingcheng Mountain is much more boring, because there are no female disciples in Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhou Zhen really felt that this was wrong. As a legitimate Taoist sect, they should pay more attention to the harmony of Yin and Yang.

Look, junior brother Zhao Yuzhen has already brought a fairy-like girl up the mountain; that's a good start.

Therefore, this matter can only be left to the junior brother.

After all, he is the sect leader.

After all, he's been easily fooled since he was a child.

If those old men, whose hair and beards are all white, but who are still healthy and look like they have many years left to live, get angry, they can push their junior brother out to shield them from arrows.

Zhou Zhenhuan has done all sorts of "bad things," while his junior brother has done everything he could to be kind and righteous.

A very harmonious relationship between the students.

Zhou Zhen really felt that he had been working himself to the bone for the future development of Qingcheng Mountain, and that his junior brother should also take on some responsibility.

As the senior student, you're still single, yet you've already gotten ahead of everyone else; you really deserve a beating.

Old Man Tianquan is indeed getting old; he uses all his skills to train his female disciples.

The female disciple was quite strong, but the Underworld Lord was even stronger, cutting her in two with a single strike.

However, the Underworld Lord clearly underestimated the strength of this cunning old man.

Even though we had the upper hand, we insisted on listening to this cunning old man's babbling.

Experience has shown that when it comes to killing, you must be quick and never give the victim a chance to speak.

You should know that verbal persuasion is the strongest martial art in the world.

As expected, the Old Man of Tianquan fled, and both sides suffered heavy losses. Minghou lay in a pool of blood, like a dead dog.

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed, finished the wine in the flask, and looked in the direction of the Northern Li Imperial Palace.

The old emperor was hospitable, so I still had to visit him sooner or later. Drinking alcohol is bad for the health of the elderly.

Therefore, this young man should share more of the burden.

It's a pity for Eunuch Jinxian. Last time, the five supervisors joined forces and he took half a move from me. Now, the sword energy in his body has not yet been expelled, and he is about to be sent out to wade into troubled waters.

Therefore, being a eunuch is a life of hardship.

Inside the Northern Imperial Palace, Emperor Mingde sat behind a curtain.

Ever since Zhou Zhenhuan visited him last time, Emperor Mingde has developed a bad habit.

He needed someone to protect him at all times, and he had to be shielded when meeting foreign officials in order to feel a sense of security.

Although he had already issued an imperial decree ordering someone to go to Qingcheng to bestow upon Zhou Zhenhuan of Qingcheng the title of "Current Immortal of Freedom," even though Zhou Zhenhuan didn't need it, and besides, immortals weren't bestowed by the emperor.

None of that matters; what matters is the goodwill shown, the attitude.

He wanted to win over Qingcheng, but that didn't stop him from fearing that elusive guy.

Although he knew that Qingcheng most likely wouldn't rebel against Beili, what if that monster was just bored and had nothing better to do?

According to the Imperial Advisor, that demon has been mentally unstable since childhood.

Normal people wouldn't do something like burning the ancestral tablet and roasting a crane, because the wood used for the ancestral tablet is of good quality, so it burns just right and lasts longer.

I've only ever heard of burning zithers and boiling cranes, but he's different; he burned his ancestors.

So I have to guard against it.

"I heard you had some acquaintance with that Forget-Me-Not in your younger days?"

Emperor Mingde's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet Eunuch Jinxian broke out in a sweat, secretly trying to guess what the emperor was thinking.

"Your Majesty, when I was traveling the world in my early years, I received guidance from Master Wangyou. I dare not presume to claim that we were friends."

"According to the Treaty of Locking Mountains and Rivers, the Demonic Sect is not allowed to set foot in Beili. Now that the White-Haired Immortal has come as a Jianghu person, it is not appropriate for the imperial court to drive him away."

Since you've already set foot in the world, go and wade into these murky waters.

Eunuch Jin Xian respectfully accepted the order: "But Your Majesty, what about the hostage..."

"Hmph, even Ye Dingzhi never returned from that trip. Do you think I'd be afraid of a child causing trouble?"

Eunuch Jinxian lowered his head and humbly replied, "Yes."

Tianquan Villa...

The Marquis of the Underworld did not die; he was thrown into the hot spring and floated on the surface, barely clinging to life like a dead dog.

"You've arrived." Zhou Zhenhuan sat on the shore, still drinking.

Looking at Yueji, who was covered in dust from her journey, Zhou Zhenhuan smiled like a friendly older brother next door. Yueji also admitted that this man had a unique charm when he smiled.

However, she subconsciously drew her sword and looked at Zhou Zhenhuan, who was completely untouched by the world, with a complicated expression.

She really wanted to ask, "Why are you everywhere?"

But she didn't dare.

Because at this moment, Minghou was lying behind Zhou Zhenhuan, and he looked like he was dead.

(The original work barely touches on the story of Tianquan Elder and Minghou seeking revenge, and when Minghou reappears, he has become a medicine man.)

Since this is a fan fiction, I've taken the liberty of creating something, and I hope everyone won't find it offensive.

Chapter 28 Are you going to draw your sword against me?

"Are you going to draw your sword against me?"

Tsukihime bit her lip until it bled; she could feel her fear and her whole body was trembling.

But she still raised her sword, even though she had practiced the sword technique countless times and it had long since become instinctive.

But it still lost its shape.

Having witnessed the earth-shattering sword strike at the Beauty Manor that day, no swordsman would have the courage to draw their sword against the person before them.

However, not many people witnessed that sword strike.

Coincidentally, she and the Marquis of the Underworld were among the witnesses.

Therefore, her hands were trembling, and her sword was afraid.

Zhou Zhenhuan still wore a smile that could charm any woman, and sighed softly.

"Give me a reason."

Tsukihime's lips were bleeding from being bitten, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

"I was saved."

I don't know what my senior did to him, and I know I'm no match for him.

But I'll give it a try.

If he dies, I will not be able to live either.

Zhou Zhen was speechless; he had just been forced to eat a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

Some were so angry they laughed: "You think I'm the one who hurt him?"

Tsukihime was stunned, as if only now regaining her ability to think normally.

It's not her fault; anyone who came here and saw this scene would have the same doubts.

Zhou Zhenhuan added, "Given his strength, how many moves do you think it would take me to kill him? If I kill him, I guarantee you'll never find out I'm the murderer."

“Then senior…” Yueji now understood that he was telling the truth.

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand, and Minghou coughed twice, slowly opening his eyes. He immediately woke up.

However, unaware of his predicament, he plunged into the water and choked on some water.

"If I hadn't intervened, this fool would already be dead."

Even dealing with an old man on his deathbed like Tianquan resulted in this many injuries.

Zhou didn't finish his sentence, but everyone could hear the disdain in his voice.

Yueji let out a heartfelt laugh of joy before kneeling down in front of Zhou Huanzhen.

"It was Yueji's fault. Thank you for your help, senior. I have no way to repay you and am willing to serve you like a slave."

Tsukihime wept with joy.

Previously, after receiving the answer, the Marquis of the Underworld remained silent and did not reveal a single word to her. However, he then changed his behavior and became extremely gentle with her.

But how could such a rough man hide his feelings from her?

She knew he was bound to take action, but she never imagined that this time he would completely abandon her.

After much trouble, she finally determined his direction of travel, only to find the ground covered in blood when she arrived.

Tsukihime was no stranger to blood; she was used to it.

But even at that moment, she still felt fear towards the colors flowing through her body.

We walked and searched, afraid of seeing that huge figure.

Thank God, he is still alive.

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled: "What would I do with such a beautiful woman like you? Alright, get up."

You don't need to treat me like some kind of saint. I saved him, of course, with my own selfish motives.

At this moment, Minghou had already climbed out of the hot spring, knelt heavily on the ground, and kowtowed three times.

Zhou Zhenhuan's gaze softened: "I said before that we would meet again, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Go ahead and get it done.

The Marquis of the Underworld kowtowed again, remaining kneeling for a long time.

Because he was still conscious on his deathbed, he was fully aware of what had happened.

It was this man who saved his life and captured the escaped Tianquan Old Man, restraining his limbs.

Hades heard this and said, "This person is for you; he will dispel your inner demons."

"Senior, you are very kind. I will be back soon. My life is now yours."

After saying this, he glanced at Yue Ji, as if he had a thousand words to say, but said nothing, and then strode away.

Yueji asked in confusion, "Senior, what's wrong with him?"

"Naturally, I would personally kill my enemy."

I think I was wrong; watching someone take revenge isn't exactly entertaining.

Yueji was stunned, because she saw a hint of dejection in Zhou Zhenhuan's eyes.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Do you think that in my eyes, the life and death of people like you are just a joke?"

Tsukihime felt a little uncomfortable, but she still nodded.

Yes, for a celestial being like him, the life and death of these ants are merely a pastime.

Zhou Huanzhen let out a "ha" and ran his finger across the top of Tianquan Villa.

"Do you know that this place is the territory of the Old Man of Tianquan?"