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

"Congratulations, Brother Lei, on returning to your peak. However, my Ascension Pavilion was built at a great cost. Your lightning strike has caused considerable damage to my Ascension Pavilion."

Sikong Changfeng hurriedly rushed up, watching the thunderous guidance without unleashing it. The immense power condensed between Lei Yunhe's fingers, making Sikong Changfeng's heart pound with fear.

Lei Yunhe sneered: "So what if I cleave your Ascension Pavilion in two?"

But as he spoke, his eyes were fixed on a figure in a blue robe who was slowly and deliberately walking up the stairs.

"A single finger pierces the sky for ninety thousand miles, the Thunderclap Finger, truly lives up to its name." Zhou Huanzhen gently clapped his hands in praise.

It is truly remarkable that someone who is not a disciple of the Daoist sect can wield lightning to such an extent.

"So you're that stinking Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain? I don't want your stuff!"

Seeing that the Five Thunder Orthodox Method he had sent out was thrown back, Zhou Zhenhuan didn't care. With a flick of his sleeve, the jade pendant disappeared.

"Brother Lei seems to have a deep misunderstanding about my Qingcheng Mountain."

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, let's talk it over after the fight!"

Now that you and Dao Jianxian are in Snow Moon City, I don't need to make another trip to Qingcheng.

Today, Lei Yunhe of the Lei family of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall will test your sword, Xiaoyao Xian!

Zhou Zhenhuan put away his playful mood and appeared more serious.

"Does it have to be this way?"

Lei Yunhe's face was equally serious. He nodded solemnly: "It is necessary!"

Zhou Zhen paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay!"

Sikong Changfeng looked constipated: "Um, you two, can we make a deal? If you're going to fight, could you go outside?"

"Enough of this noise! ​​I am Zhou Zhenhuan of Qingcheng. I possess a sword called 'Hundred Years and a Thousand Autumns.' I humbly request Brother Lei's guidance!"

At the summit of Cangshan Mountain, Zhao Yuzhen watched as the tea she had just poured returned to the teapot in a strange manner, and she even felt a momentary daze, so she couldn't help but frown.

Looking at Li Hanyi again, the same action of wiping the sword was repeated as if in rewind.

Li Hanyi also felt as if time was flowing backwards, and frowned as she looked at Zhao Yuzhen.

The two stood up at the same time, used their movement techniques, and flew to the edge of the cliff.

Their gaze fell upon the enormous Ascension Pavilion in Snow Moon City.

Dengtian Pavilion seems to be permanently imprisoned in time, old and hazy, gray and dull, with the setting sun seemingly hanging on the horizon, never to set.

Everything seemed to have frozen in time.

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky and landed in the Ascending Heaven Pavilion. The purple light trailed out by the lightning was stretched and distorted, like an insect trapped in amber.

This scene seemed to happen in an instant, yet it also seemed to have existed since time immemorial, for a very, very long time.

The old light and shadow seemed to vanish instantly, and the light returned to normal.

The waterfall, which had flowed backwards not far away, cascaded straight down again.

The little sparrow, blown over by the wind, seemed to have forgotten how to fly as it tumbled around.

The sense of disharmony between heaven and earth seemed to have disappeared, and everything became vibrant again.

"What was that just now?"

Li Hanyi's face showed surprise and uncertainty.

Zhao Yuzhen said in a deep voice, "It is my senior brother's sword. It is a sword that can last for a hundred years and a thousand autumns. This sword can cut through time."

Li Hanyi was utterly shocked: "Can it sever time? There really is someone in this world who can sever time?"

Time is invisible and intangible, yet it ages us and destroys everything.

How could anyone in this world possibly be able to cut through time?

A flash of recollection crossed Zhao Yuzhen's eyes, his tone both ethereal and resolute.

"Yes, if there is only one person in this world who can do it, then that person is my senior brother."

Our master used this sword when he was on his deathbed.

At that time, his swordsmanship was not yet fully mastered, but it still bought his master a moment of peace.

However, this sword strike came at a great cost; the senior brother's hair turned white on the spot.

It took several years for his hair to return to its original state.

I never expected that after so many years, he would strike again.

In truth, it should be me who ends this karmic entanglement.

Li Hanyi remained silent. As she watched the lightning descend from the heavens, she knew who could command that sword.

Elder Shouge, a member of the Lei family of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, is Lei Yunhe, one of the Four Heroes of the Lei Clan, along with her father.

Although she was detached from worldly affairs and focused solely on swordsmanship, she was aware of the situation regarding his arm.

That was severed by the person in front of me.

At that time, he went mad with evil.

Therefore, Zhao Yuzhen said that this series of events should have been resolved by him.

Senior Brother Zhou shielded him from everything again.

"My senior brother really loves you."

A youthful, innocent smile appeared on Zhao Yuzhen's face as she nodded: "Sometimes, he really is a responsible older brother."

Sikong Changfeng stared blankly at his Ascension Pavilion, now shattered on the ground, before finally realizing what had happened.

"Zhou Huanzhen! Lei Yunhe! You two bastards!"

I will fight you!"

Just a moment later, Sikong Changfeng stared blankly at his Dengtian Pavilion, as if time had reversed and all the broken parts had been restored to their original state.

"Zhou Huanzhen! Lei Yunhe, you two... wait, what just happened?"

Baili Dongjun stared solemnly at Lei Yunhe, whose gray hair had turned jet black and whose empty arm had become full again, his eyes filled with shock.

He has now reached the realm of divine travel. Although he has only just entered the realm of divine travel, he has already understood many of the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

The scene unfolding before his eyes still left him deeply shocked.

While the claim that a powerful being can revive the dead and restore life to the earth may be an exaggeration, the ability to regenerate severed limbs is indeed quite commonplace.

It can be said that once you enter the Divine Realm, as long as you don't do anything reckless, you won't die. Killing a Divine Realm expert is definitely not an easy task.

However, he realized that Lei Yunhe's arm was not an extension of himself.

Instead, Zhou Zhen actually found Lei Yunhe's arm back in the past.

It sounds unbelievable, but that's exactly what happened.

As for Lei Yunhe's Thunderclap Finger, Zhou Zhenhuan simply waved his sleeve, as if shooing away a fly, and not even a spark flew out.

"Brother Lei, how was my sword strike?"

Lei Yunhe touched his arm in disbelief. He had been used to having only one arm for many years, and now that he suddenly had an extra arm, he was at a loss.

It took him quite a while to get used to having a complete arm, and he burst into tears of joy.

"Xiaoyao Immortal, you truly live up to your name. Lei Yunhe is completely convinced."

In the span of a hundred years of swordsmanship, he saw the truth of everything that happened back then from a peculiar perspective.

Why did Lei Hong insist on learning swordsmanship?

He felt that he had gone to Qingcheng without knowing the truth. As it turned out, Dao Jianxian was in seclusion at that time and had gone into a state of demonic possession. When he understood all this, he realized that he had hated the wrong person all these years.

It turns out that the person who made the most mistakes was himself.

Now, this carefree immortal of Qingcheng Mountain repays evil with kindness and forgives past grievances.

Lei Yunhe covered his face: "I'm so ashamed!"

Chapter 83 Eight-Armed Nezha

The foolish deeds of youth are now just a laughing matter.

A smile can dissolve all enmity. Lei Yunhe, having drunk too much, solemnly apologized to Dao Jianxian in front of a group of juniors.

If he were sober, he probably wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it.

That night, the Moon-Viewing Pavilion in Snow Moon City was brightly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

Lei Yunhe left, taking with him Zhou Huanzhen's Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

Now that the Dao Sword Immortal has entered the Divine Journey, it's even harder to discern just how powerful this Carefree Immortal truly is. Only those who experienced the time reversal present at the scene truly understand just how formidable he is.

Li Fansong and Xiao Feixuan were indeed hung up all night.

They watched others drink.

They watched others eat meat.

"Sigh, we should just stay in the Heavenly Pavilion."

That was a sword that was a hundred years old, capable of severing a beam of light with a single strike; it's truly a pity.

Xiao Feixuan muttered to himself, ignoring Li Fansong's complaints.

“There’s nothing to regret. You can have your grandmaster strike you with his sword again, like when you were a child, and then gradually beat you up as you grow up.”

Li Fansong was dumbfounded: "This works?"

After pondering for a moment, he nodded: "It seems like it really can."

Xiao Feixuan glanced at him, sighed, and thought that his junior uncle had probably gone mad.

But Li Fansong thought for a while before shaking his head: "No, no, I got beaten a lot when I was a kid. It doesn't make sense for me to get beaten again now that I'm grown up. It doesn't feel worth it."

I'm afraid that if I actually did that, it would give me childhood trauma.

The term "childhood trauma" was naturally taught to them by Zhou Huanzhen, and Li Fansong felt it was very apt.

"Flying light, flying light, let me offer you a cup of wine."

I do not know the height of the blue sky or the thickness of the yellow earth.

Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people's life.

Eating bear makes you fat, eating frog makes you thin.

Where is the Divine Lord? Where is Taiyi?

In the east of the sky there is a tree called Ruo, with a dragon holding a candle in its mouth placed below it.

I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that it may not return in the morning or lie down at night.

The old will not die, and the young will not weep.

What does it mean to consume gold and swallow white jade?

Who is like Master Ren, riding a green donkey in the clouds?

Zhou Zhenhuan's singing voice drifted out slowly, seemingly mixed with the sounds of Taoism.

For a moment, Baili Dongjun and the others seemed to be immersed in their reflections on time.

The cool breeze has its own charm, and the autumn moon is boundless.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Baili Dongjun was drunk, and Sikong Changfeng was drunk too.

Lei Wujie, the little rascal, opened his mouth and tried to shove Qingfeng's head into it, only to be slapped twice by Qingfeng, who then jumped on his head and started pulling his hair.

Yin Luoxia was already heartbroken today, and after listening to Zhou Huanzhen's song, she burst into tears and was carried back to her room in a princess carry by Li Hanyi.

As for Xiao Se, who was very thoughtful, Zhou Zhenhuan quickly made him drink too much.

This child is always tense; it's not good for his health in the end.

Sikong Qianluo's two long legs, one held by Xiao Se and the other by Luo Mingxuan, seemed to have regained some feeling, and she kicked both of them aside.

Zhou Zhenhuan was still conscious, and Zhao Yuzhen was also conscious.