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

Zhao Yuzhen drew her sword again, this time not the Peach Blossom Sword, but the Qingxiao Sword, a famous sword symbolizing her status as the leader of Qingcheng Sect.

He gritted his teeth: "It was that time that I thought all women were like that, so I gave up on the idea, until I met the fairy."

I realized that not all women in the world are ordinary.

You shameless scoundrel, today I will clean house of you!

"Hey, you're just biting the hand that feeds you. You don't appreciate kindness. That year, I had my hands in my pockets. Although I had no opponent, I couldn't cut off the Heavenly Dao."

You can only listen to the old man and cut off your thoughts to prevent you from developing worldly desires.

Now they want to blame me, little do they know that I am the most wronged one.

Zhou really did run away, and in doing so, he also smeared his deceased teacher.

What's so great about being a senior brother? Fighting with junior brothers is the most boring thing. If you win, it's expected because you're the senior brother.

I lost, it's embarrassing, I actually lost to my junior brother.

Oh well, the child is growing up and knows how to be shy, that's a good thing.

“Fool, actually, your little fairy has come before all these years. However, back then, when your master passed away, you were in turmoil and went into a state of demonic possession. Just then, Lei Yunhe visited the mountain, and you forced out a sword strike. After that, you began to recuperate.”

She didn't disturb you while you were healing, so she didn't bother you.

It was my intention to keep it from you. At that time, I was also in seclusion at a critical moment and was unable to deal with you. But you really are spineless. If the old man knew this in the afterlife, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life.

"Having carried the burden of Qingcheng for so many years, that's enough."

The next day, Uncle Master Yin Changsong searched all over Qingcheng Mountain and finally caught Zhou Huanzhen on Feixuan's bed. He grabbed him by the ear and threw him in front of the Ancestral Hall.

As for Fei Xuan, he was hung on the wall by the inhuman Zhou Zhenhuan, like a New Year's picture doll.

My senior brother was also very angry today, so much so that his eyes turned red and his expression was frightening.

"I'm asking you, where is Zhao Yuzhen?"

"Oh, he's gone down the mountain. Last night he insisted on fighting with me, and I beat him until he cried. In a fit of anger, he ran down the mountain and even quit being the sect leader."

Uncle-Master, tell me, is it appropriate for someone his age to act like this?

He has no sense of responsibility whatsoever; this boy is unfit to be the leader of Qingcheng Mountain.

As the senior disciple and my master's first disciple, I have decided to expel him from the sect.

As for the sect leader, well, I think Fei Xuan is a pretty good kid.

Everyone says that the martial arts and destiny of our Qingcheng generation were stolen by that good-for-nothing, and that the next generation, Fei Xuan and that good-for-nothing, each took half. I think that's quite true; Fei Xuan is quite suitable to be the sect leader.”

Li Fansong rolled his eyes, hiding in the corner. He was Fansong, not a good-for-nothing, but in this situation, he dared not refute.

In my master's eyes, everyone is no different from a good-for-nothing.

Even though Yin Changsong had cultivated for many years, he was so angry that he almost fell backward.

"Zhou Huanzhen! Stop grinning like that. Do you believe I'll expel you from the sect? Do you know what you're doing?"

Five thousand elite soldiers from Tianqi guarded the area below the mountain day and night, yet they couldn't detect when he came down. If you say he wasn't involved, I, this old Taoist, would never believe it even if you beat me to death.

You've ruined him!

Zhou Zhen stretched, abandoning his usual carefree and lazy demeanor, and said seriously, "Uncle-Master, as I said, his destiny lies with me, not with heaven."

Yin Changsong's bloodshot eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked with some worry, "How confident are you?"

Just relax, continue your spiritual practice, eat and drink as you please.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and the younger generation has its own destiny.

"Nonsense! You really intend to make Fei Xuan the sect leader?"

"Isn't this great? This kid has received my Ziwei Divine Calculation, and I have personally passed on the profound secrets of the Great Dragon Elephant Power. Within ten years, he will surely have a place in the martial arts world."

Besides, he's still young. Being a sect leader and keeping him tied to the mountain is fine; he'll have plenty of time to enjoy life when he grows up.

At this point, Zhou Zhenhuan seemed to suddenly remember something and glanced at Li Fansong.

Li Fansong was startled and almost knelt down.

Uncle-Master, my dear uncle, I didn't do anything!

"Hmm, Fan Song is quite suitable. I will also go down the mountain today to see if I can take on a disciple and strengthen my Qingcheng Mountain sect."

My junior brother, who hasn't even reached the Divine Realm after all these years, managed to take in a good-for-nothing like him. There's no reason why I can't even find a disciple.

When I go down the mountain, I always need someone to serve me.

"Why don't we let that good-for-nothing become the sect leader, and I'll take Xiao Feixuan down the mountain?"

Li Fansong: ? ? ? Master, come back quickly, your senior brother is saying bad things about you.

"No, Uncle-Master, Feixuan is still young. You said he needs to grow. I'm older and more experienced, I can do anything."

Please take me with you, take me with you.

Yin Changsong couldn't stand it anymore and coughed heavily: "This is the Ancestral Hall, not a vegetable market where you haggle over prices."

He turned to Zhou Huanzhen and scolded him, "Go wherever you want, your senior uncle can't control you. Don't lead your disciples astray."

"Just looking at you makes me angry, get out!"

"Alright, I'll get out of here now."

"Is there anything else you need, Uncle Master?"

Yin Changsong hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "I know I can't keep you brothers here, but now that you're all gone, what will happen if someone asks about the Sword of Qingcheng?"

"Is that all? It's simple. I've sealed a sword aura within Qingxiao. Anyone who sincerely seeks the sword will receive a response from the sword's heart and will naturally gain the true meaning of the sword path."

If you have ulterior motives, do you really think I, Zhou, truly intend to kill with my sword?

"With a single sword intent from me, Zhou Huanzhen, I can defeat a hundred Zhao Yuzhens."

Yin Changsong's beard twitched, and he pointed at the venerable ancestors: "Offer incense to the ancestors, then get out of here quickly!"

When did the head of Qingcheng Mountain, a dignified Daoist sword immortal, become a unit of measurement?

When Xiao Feixuan woke up, a thought struck him, and he unconsciously did some calculations with his fingers. He quickly took himself off the wall. The divination showed that a close elder was going on a long journey today, and he should see him off.

At the Qingcheng Pass, and up and down Qingcheng Mountain, Li Fansong watched Zhou Huanzhen descend the mountain, and he cried his eyes out.

"Uncle-Master, I really can do anything."

"You're so unambitious. First, you should master the Tai Chi sword intent. A year later, you can go to Snow Moon City to ask for the sword."

"Perhaps I'll be able to see your master."

Li Fansong immediately stopped crying: "Snow Moon City, Sword Inquiry?"

"Maybe before you even go, your master will have already brought back a beautiful mistress for you. If he doesn't, then he's useless; he can't even handle a woman."

Li Fansong was dumbfounded. You said this in front of so many disciples. Do you really think my master has no face?

"Grandmaster Uncle, Grandmaster Uncle, etc."

Xiao Feixuan rode a little lion and came galloping over from afar, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhou Zhen nodded secretly. This little guy truly deserves to be the one who carries the destiny of heaven; his comprehension is indeed remarkable.

Overnight, the Taiyi Lion Technique had achieved some success. It was only by taking a shortcut and combining it with the Wind Control Technique that it was able to support the weight of the little fat boy.

To have conjured this phantom lion at such a young age is already a testament to exceptional talent.

Yin Changsong and the other elders of the sect nodded secretly, Xiao Feixuan was indeed an excellent successor.

It's just that he's too young.

It's all his two elders' fault for being unreliable; he has to bear pressure that he shouldn't have at such a young age.

"Xiao Feixuan came to see me off too?"

"Grandmaster Uncle, are you also going down the mountain?"

"Yes, the mountain is nice, but it's a bit cold and quiet. The place down below is nice, full of colorful world, dazzling and confusing. The mortal world is a test of the heart, and we cultivators must go through it all."

"Then, when will Grandmaster Uncle return?"

"Well, that's hard to say. Don't act like a child. You are the leader of our Qingcheng Sect."

Xiao Feixuan was dumbfounded. What? I just took a nap, and I'm already the sect leader?

Or is it that the secrets passed down by my master are too profound, and it's possible that many years have passed since I began to comprehend them?

Oh no, this chubby little guy hasn't grown at all.

"Alright, fellow disciples, there's no need to see me off. Focus on your cultivation."

Someone's already trying to earn the title of Qingcheng.

The world of martial arts is not far away, Qingcheng is my home, I will always come back.

The sky was filled with golden light, which materialized and a golden lion supported Zhou Huanzhen as he leaped down against the mountain wind.

As the saying goes, the immortal Daoist of Qingcheng descended the mountain to the mortal realm. From then on, chaos reigned; let us see what unfolds.

Chapter 4 The Golden Coffin, Tang Lian

"Steamed buns, steamed buns! Big meat buns, such big meat buns, they smell so good!"

"Candied hawthorn, candied hawthorn that's so sweet it'll make your teeth ache."

"Selling myself to bury my father, not ninety-nine taels, just nine taels..."

"Would you like to offer incense, esteemed guest? This is an excellent incense for inviting the gods, whether for marriage or wealth. It is sure to be effective. Buy my incense and I will interpret the fortune for free."

Outside Hanshui Temple, a market had already sprung up.

Vendors called out their wares in a continuous stream.

However, recently, there seems to be an increase in the number of martial arts practitioners carrying knives, swords, and even death-dealing sticks.

These men looked fierce and menacing, with sharp weapons at their waists, and they were extremely frightening, but the vendors were not afraid.

This is, after all, Hanshui Temple, a sacred Buddhist site.

In their eyes, these people were all suckers, no, they were all excellent guests who were generous with their money, though they could also be quite heavy-handed.

But ultimately no one was killed.

Outside Hanshui Temple, there was a somewhat dilapidated restaurant that only sold vegetarian food, but its business was booming.

The drinks in the shop are also vegetarian, with a light golden color, a smooth taste, and a rich but not harsh malt aroma.

It's just that there's less foam, which Zhou really finds a bit of a pity.

Having been in this world for many years, I feel that my original memories are stuck in the distant past. When I first transmigrated, I had a cheat system, which allowed me to become the youngest Divine Traveler.

He entered the realm of divine inspiration at a younger age than Mo Yi.

They are not from the same era, and there is no need to compare the two.

Now, Mo Yi has been in a state of spiritual wandering for many years, but Zhou Zhen knows that he is no match for him because he has inner demons and has gone astray, making it difficult to make any progress unless he achieves complete enlightenment.

Zhou Zhen is different. Driven by his cheat ability, he has been cultivating day and night and has now mastered eighty-one top-level Dao techniques. His strength has even broken through the Divine Travel Profound Realm and reached a completely new level.

When he succeeded, his cheat ability dissipated, leaving only one mission: to advance the plot, make up for regrets, and perfect the Heavenly Dao, so that he could escape this world.

But there was no hint at how to do it.

Life isn't a program; how can you design it step by step?

In this world of martial arts, young people, dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, are full of vigor and vitality, which Zhou Zhen really finds very appealing.

Since we're here, let's take a look.

Zhou Zhenhuan sat by the window, a spot that was usually deserted. The weather was too cold, and the old window creaked when the wind blew through it, hardly a place of elegance.

It would be better to stay in another spot, with a small red clay stove, where it would be warm and cozy.

There were also wanderers, but very few. Most of them stayed below, circling around Hanshui Temple, afraid of missing anything.

Many of them didn't even know why they were there.

We only received news that Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple had passed away, and a golden coffin had appeared.

But nobody knows exactly what's inside.