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

Zhou Zhenhuan's expression became much more solemn: "Yes, they do indeed have the strength to travel in spirit. However, the Heavenly Demon has no physical form, so it can be said that in the realm of spiritual travel, the Heavenly Demon is stronger than us."

Moreover, their methods are unpredictable; as long as a trace of demonic thought remains, the Heavenly Demon will not die.

It's just a pity that among all living beings in this world, who can be without even a trace of demonic thoughts?

They can use these demonic thoughts to hide and lurk, making them impossible to guard against.

Demon Buddha, Demon Buddha, since you have already become a Buddha, there is no reason why you would suppress a few demonesses and then be corrupted yourself.

It seems I really will have to make a trip to this far west.

Chapter 86 If I call you Xiao Lian, will you dare to accept?

The Imperial Advisor Qi Tianchen was startled awake from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom.

There were guards and young servants at the entrance.

Upon seeing him emerge, they all bowed and greeted him, "Your Excellency, Supervisor."

Qi Tianchen waved his hand and went up to the Star Gazing Pavilion alone with his hands behind his back. The Star Gazing Pavilion was very tall, and a cool breeze was blowing. He squinted his eyes with some comfort.

He habitually did some calculations, then his eyes suddenly widened.

In the distance, one could vaguely see a divine lightning bolt descending from the heavens and landing in the far west.

I only caught a glimpse of it in a blurry phantom, and I felt my soul tremble.

"What is this wretched child up to at night instead of sleeping?"

Why does this divine lightning feel so much like the heavenly punishment of lightning?

Just how far has this brat's cultivation reached? His understanding of the Heavenly Dao must be extremely profound.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Lü Suzhen, you old rascal, you've taken on two good apprentices.

Maybe I should go out for a walk.

Or perhaps I should take on an apprentice?

Qi Tianchen stroked his wind-blown beard, as if he had made up his mind.

Occasionally, the sound of frogs can be heard along the mountain path.

Inside a carriage, Crimson King Xiao Yu and Dark River Patriarch Su Changhe sat facing each other.

Su Changhe is a very good-looking person, but his appearance is too effeminate.

Her every gesture, like a woman picking flowers, exudes a unique elegance.

Xiao Yu stared at his face for a long time.

"If I hadn't known that the patriarch was actually here, I would have found it hard to believe that the person before me was a renowned senior."

Su Changhe chuckled lightly: "Oh? Is that a compliment?"

"Of course it is."

Xiao Yu knocked on the car door, and soon the guards outside retreated even further away.

In this way, the conversation between the two people will not be overheard by others, and there will be no risk of leaks.

"The Red King is quite disciplined in his actions, but there's really no need for that."

"I, the Dark River, have never been afraid of these things."

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Of course, the Dark River should have such confidence, otherwise I would not have chosen to cooperate with you."

Su Changhe remained noncommittal: "Oh? Your Highness knows what I want?"

"Now that I'm here, I've already explained everything."

You Dark River, claiming to be above the assassin rankings, seem aloof, but in reality you are just shadows hidden in the dark, unable to be seen by anyone.

All I can do is let you appear openly and honestly before the world.

Isn’t that enough?”

Su Changhe narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, and when he did so, he was like a captivating fox.

Xiao Yu turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.

"Your Highness really knows what we want."

However, if it's just us from the Dark River, this matter probably won't work.

Although I, Su Changhe, am confident, I also understand that once those two from Qingcheng Mountain are dragged into this, things will become very difficult.

We might even lose our lives.

We assassins may not value our lives, but our lives must have a corresponding value.

Xiao Yu seemed to have already given this question a lot of thought. He smiled and said, "What if we add the Tang Clan? What if we add the Outer Heaven?"

What about the two sword immortals who serve Prince Nanjue?

If that's not enough, how about adding the Wrathful Sword Immortal and the Lone Sword Immortal?

Upon hearing this, Su Changhe shifted his posture, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a chilling expression.

"Oh? So Your Highness has a complete plan."

I'm just curious, the Angry Sword Immortal is one thing, but can Your Highness truly persuade the Lone Sword Immortal to draw his sword?

Xiao Yu leaned back, looking more casual and relaxed.

"That's not something Patriarch Su needs to worry about. I can only tell you that he will definitely draw his sword when necessary."

As for the other factions, I naturally have my own methods. To put it bluntly, all that matters in this world is profit. As long as the price is right, anyone can be bribed, right?

Su Changhe indeed stopped asking questions. After thinking it over carefully, he asked again to confirm, "Is the one from Qingcheng Mountain really not going to be dragged in?"

"You're underestimating Qingcheng Mountain. I've said it before, unless we really want Xiao Chuhe dead, that person won't care."

Ultimately, this is just a matter for our royal family.

I understand this, and the one from Qingcheng Mountain naturally understands it too.

"Alright! In that case, I, Dark River, will take the job!"

"Patriarch Su is generous. As long as I take that position, your Dark River will have rendered meritorious service in supporting the emperor and will become the number one martial arts force in the world."

The mornings in Snowmoon City are bustling and full of the warmth of everyday life.

Early in the morning, Xiao Se was running like crazy.

Because Sikong Qianluo claimed that Xiao Se hugged her leg last night, what a lecherous scoundrel!

Xiao Se felt wronged because Luo Mingxuan had also hugged her last night, so why was this girl only chasing after him all over the city?

Lei Wujie was holding a mirror and squatting at the door. Xiao Se had passed by him seventeen times, and he was still looking in the mirror.

I still can't figure out how I got these two dark purple circles under my eyes.

I definitely drank too much last night. Could drinking cause someone to punch me in the eye?

But why is everyone else fine?

Be puzzled.

Tang Lian was walking along, gesturing as he walked, when Lei Wujie grabbed him.

"Senior Brother, were you not drunk last night?"

Tang Lian was taken aback for a moment: "You are now a disciple of Qingcheng, and you have not joined Xueyue City, so you don't need to call me senior brother."

"Oh, so I'll call you Xiaolian?"

Then Lei Wujie's eye circles evolved into dark circles.

"Hey, if you can't call me that, you can't call me that. Why did you hit me? From now on, I'll call you Brother Tang?"

Tang Lian felt that arguing with this blockhead was a waste of her time, so she shook her head helplessly: "Call me whatever you want, but don't call me Xiao Lian, and definitely don't call me Lian."

Otherwise, I'll hit you again.

Lei Wujie felt that everyone's temper seemed to be on fire today.

Zhou Zhen was having breakfast with his junior brother, but he put down his chopsticks as he ate.

He glanced helplessly at the Fairy of Sunset Glow, who had been staring at him for a long time, her face cupped in her hands.

"Fairy, is there anything dirty on my face?"

Yin Luoxia shook her head, smiling to reveal a set of pearly white teeth, her beauty unparalleled.

"Nothing is there, it's very clean."

"My junior brother's porridge isn't good?"

Yin Luoxia shook her head again: "It tastes pretty good. Hanyi is lucky."

Li Hanyi put down her chopsticks and glared at her.

"Then why are you doing this?"

Yin Luoxia rubbed her hands together and smiled with a hint of malice.

"You know, I like to gamble, but I've never gambled with a Taoist priest in my entire life."

So, can you make a bet with me?

Zhou was a bit puzzled. So you see me not because I'm good-looking?

Is it because I am a Taoist priest?

"My junior brother is also a Taoist priest, as is my nephew. My third disciple is also quite good at gambling and can be considered half a Taoist priest. Why me?"

Yin Luoxia's smile vanished, replaced by a hint of seriousness: "Because you are the Carefree Immortal, the number one Carefree Immortal in the world."

Chapter 87 Senior Brother is Leaving

The reason why Fairy Luoxia stayed in Snow Moon City as an elder was because she had made three bets with Sikong Changfeng.

The result was that they all lost, which is why they stayed in Snowmoon City.

Over the years, she has met many people and gambled many times.

Even the so-called "Immortal Six-Bet" was won.

But she had never gambled with the number one person in the world before. Now that she had the chance, wouldn't it be a pity not to gamble?

After all, before this, no one had ever dared to claim to be the best in the world.

Before Zhou Zhenhuan descended the mountain, many people said that either Baili Dongjun or Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang would become the best in the world.

But neither of these two people stepped forward to acknowledge this title.

It's different now.

Then Zhou Zhenhuan appeared. As soon as he appeared, no one questioned or objected to him becoming the number one in the world.

Although Zhou Zhenhuan himself didn't care about this title at all.

"Since you know I am the best in the world, you should understand that you probably can't win if you gamble with me."

Fairy Luoxia waved her hand dismissively: "Winning or losing is not important, as long as you are willing to gamble with me."

"Oh? What about the prize?"

"If I win, you need to help me crack this Immortal Six-Bet game."

Zhou Zhen raised an eyebrow, not expecting Yin Luoxia to make such a request.

"For your apprentice?"

Yin Luoxia sighed: "That's right, to be honest, I've looked at all three of your disciples."

Qianluo goes without saying, but take Lei Wujie for example. He is only at the Free Realm, but his internal strength is extremely profound.

I envy your third disciple, because his gambling skills are better than mine.

"To become my disciple, your martial arts skills can be terrible, but your gambling skills must never be weak."