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

He had mastered the Chaotic Cloak Blade Technique to an unparalleled level.

The large rock instantly turned to dust under the influence of the sword energy.

The two of them didn't stop for a moment and quickly darted out of the narrow mountain path.

Then they saw a group of men in black ahead, with bows drawn and arrows nocked, having formed a battle formation.

Yueji chuckled, "It seems someone doesn't want us to reach Snowmoon City smoothly."

It's just a pity that these people aren't good enough.

As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished into thin air.

At the sniper's command, arrows flew in unison.

The next moment, blood spurted from their necks.

The Marquis of the Underworld neither dodged nor avoided the arrows, which encountered an invisible barrier as they approached him.

"Protective True Qi? Oh no, he's already entered the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!"

The Underworld Lord sneered, drew his giant golden sword with a backhand, and with one strike, a huge gash instantly split open in the earth.

Throughout the entire journey, the horse's speed remained undiminished.

A faint rose scent filled the air, and dust filled the sky.

Several corpses, their faces seemingly filled with disbelief, slowly collapsed to the ground only after the horses had disappeared from sight.

Even in death, his eyes held bewilderment and resentment.

The steed entered the official road, where the road widened, and the horse's speed decreased considerably.

Tsukihime stretched and said, "It seems that what you predicted was right. The Crimson King will not let us off easily."

The Marquis of the Underworld shook his head: "It doesn't matter. Kill as many as come."

"Ha, sure enough, once you enter the world of carefree living, your tone becomes much more arrogant."

The Marquis of the Underworld gave her a helpless look: "I can't argue with you. Hurry up and leave, lest you miss your lodging."

Senior Li Suwang also has a letter for us to deliver to Sword Immortal Xueyue. It wouldn't be good if we missed the Hundred Flowers Festival.

"Okay, okay. You've been spending too much time with He Qu He Cong, and you've become quite talkative."

"They always talk to you, and you're always so happy. I think you always prefer me to talk more."

Yueji paused for a moment, then her smile grew even sweeter: "So you're jealous?"

The Marquis of the Underworld blushed, turned his head away, and snorted, "Why would I be jealous!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a soft, warm sensation on her face.

He turned around in surprise and saw that Yue Ji had just appeared in the air and landed back on her horse, smiling as she rubbed her face.

"Idiot! Hurry up and run! Come and chase me! Giddy up!"

Minghou touched the spot where he had been kissed, chuckled to himself, and muttered, "The movement technique the master taught me is really useful."

Hmm, I don't know if I can learn it.

Beyond the heavens, at the Plum Blossom and Snow Garden.

The carefree little monk was overjoyed; he had never been so happy since returning to the Outer Heaven.

"Senior, try this. It's snow wolf meat, made from the tenderest part, and grilled over charcoal. The taste is quite different from that of the Central Plains."

And this is made from a type of ferret. The fur of this ferret is extremely warm. Uncle Mo told me that in the past, you could always see many of them around my mountain villa, in groups.

However, in recent years, there have been far fewer.

Ferret meat is extremely delicious and has no fishy smell. It is said that they will seek out a kind of grass fruit called "ice love" to eat.

This grass is also very interesting. It grows out as a single stem, but as it grows, it will split into two. When it blooms, the two stems will intertwine and merge into one, and then it will bloom and bear fruit.

However, this herb is extremely cold in nature; if ordinary livestock were to eat it, their blood would congeal and they would die instantly.

Chapter 96 Zhao Qingyi of Flying Pavilion

The White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis sat in the outer room, listening to the laughter coming from the young sect leader inside. They exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.

"Why would this carefree immortal come to our Outer Heavens?"

This was the first time the Purple-Clad Marquis had met Zhou Zhenhuan, but he did not like Zhou Zhenhuan.

The title of "Immortal of Freedom" is now extremely prestigious.

Throughout the world, very few people in the martial arts world or those who practice martial arts are unaware of him.

Some say that if a new list of the most outstanding individuals is released, this person will definitely be at the top.

But no matter how famous or powerful he was, the Purple-Clad Marquis still didn't like him.

Because this carefree immortal's seemingly gentle gaze seemed to possess the ability to penetrate people's hearts.

Just by meeting him once, the Purple-Clad Marquis felt as if all his experiences over the years he had lived had been seen through.

This stirred up many not-so-pleasant memories for him.

The white-haired immortal was extremely grateful to Zhou Zhenhuan. If it weren't for that heaven-opening sword strike that day, he wouldn't have been able to successfully enter the realm of sword immortals today.

Previously, "White-haired Immortal" was just a title, but now, he truly deserves it.

"You've probably heard some of his stories; he's just that kind of capricious person."

If I'm happy today, I'll go to Tianwaitian; if I'm unhappy tomorrow, I'll go to Tianqi.

The world is so vast, where can't this person go? And where is there that he cannot go?

I actually think this is a good thing.

"The Western Regions are such a vast place, yet this person still remembers our sect leader. This is true affection, an affection that money can't buy."

The Purple-Clad Marquis did not deny this point; he naturally knew that what the White-Haired Immortal said made sense.

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and exhaled slowly.

"This period has indeed not been pleasant for the sect leader."

But, who made him bear the surname Ye, and who made his biological father Ye Dingzhi?

This was his fate, and he could only accept it.

The white-haired immortal, who had been in a good mood, sighed upon hearing this, glanced inside, and said softly, "The sect leader is adapting very well."

He was even more competent than his father.

Indeed, he was much more competent. Although Ye Dingzhi was promoted to the position of the head of the Outer Heaven back then, the White-Haired Immortal knew very well that it was actually full of conspiracies and schemes.

Ye Dingzhi wanted Yi Wenjun, while the others needed a reason for the eastern expedition.

Ye Dingzhi's heart was not in that position at all, so Wuxin was much more competent than his father.

Now, under the bloody suppression of Tianwaitian, most of the sects such as Yulinling, Huandaotang, Qishamen, and Shaqiandao have surrendered.

Those who disagreed either died or were expelled from the Outer Heaven.

Now, only one sect remains that opposes Tianwaitian and wants to break away from it.

Flying Pavilion is a sect that is completely out of place with the name of the Demonic Sect.

Like Yu Linling, it is also a sect of women.

Generally speaking, this kind of sect has very good relations with other sects.

Because they can arrange marriages.

Yu Linling previously chose to assassinate Wuxin, and all twelve of her Lin Blades, except for the traitor Gu Xiuyan, died.

Under Gu Xiuyan's leadership, Tianwaitian easily breached Yulinling's gates, and the entire sect is now enslaved.

But the Flying Pavilion is different.

The geographical location of Feitian Pavilion destined this sect to be easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Moreover, recently, a very troublesome figure has appeared in the Flying Pavilion.

Even with the White-Haired Immortal and the Purple-Clad Marquis joining forces, they still couldn't suppress that person.

"That person's name is Zhao Qingyi (claimed by a reader), and like you, senior, he likes to wear a blue outfit."

I heard that she used to sing in a theater, but was later discovered by the master of Feitian Pavilion and recruited into the pavilion.

This Zhao Qingyi is truly a martial arts prodigy.

When he first entered the Flying Pavilion, he did not know martial arts, but a month later, he directly entered the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm.

Although I, a mere novice monk, possess some limited knowledge, I truly find it hard to imagine what kind of technique could produce such exaggerated effects.

Zhou Zhen was eating roasted meat while listening to the carefree little monk rambling on about the customs and culture of the Outer Heavens, and how they differed from those of the Central Plains.

Finally, he brought up his recent situation.

Zhou could tell that the little monk had been doing quite well lately.

"In that case, it is indeed an exaggeration. I originally thought that the one who cultivated the fastest was the Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun."

Before the age of sixteen, Brother Baili had not practiced martial arts. He started practicing at sixteen and entered the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm in just one year. It is truly infuriating to compare oneself to others.

"To reach the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm in just one month—I can only think of one possibility."

Wu Xin poured Zhou Huanzhen a cup of wine, somewhat curious: "Please enlighten me, senior."

“You previously practiced the secret techniques of the Rakshasa Hall, so you are naturally aware that there is a skill in Tantric Buddhism called initiation.”

Wu Xin suddenly realized: "You mean, someone transferred all their internal energy to Zhao Qingyi?"

Zhou Zhen remained noncommittal, sipped his wine, and after a while said, "Perhaps, it's not human."

"Not human? Could it be Buddha?"

"It could also be a demon."

Wu Xin was stunned, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes as if he had thought of something.

"Some time ago, I went into seclusion to cultivate and tried to break through the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Gate. In the darkness, I was terrified, as if I saw a divine thunderbolt descending from the sky."

Could that be the work of a senior colleague?

Before Zhou Zhenhuan could speak, Wuxin clapped his hands lightly: "Absolutely right, absolutely right. Apart from you, who else in the world has such ability?"

Your visit to Tianwaitian is certainly not just to see this little monk.

What did you discover?

Based on Wuxin's understanding of Zhou Zhenhuan, he knew very well that although Zhou Zhenhuan seemed to have a lot of free time and liked to wander around the world, he never spoke without a purpose.

"He really is a clever little monk."

To be honest, your luxurious attire doesn't look as good as your pale white monk's robe.

Wu Xin was both amused and exasperated, and sighed, "What you say is very true, senior, but at this moment I am, after all, the head sect master of the Outer Heavens."

As a sect leader, one must always have some dignity; it's all for show.

Actually, Wuxin also prefers wearing monk's robes; it makes him feel more comfortable.

"You're in a position to do your job, aren't you doing a great job?"

Logically speaking, you've already entered the Nine Heavens Realm, and the White-Haired Immortal is already a Great Free and Unfettered Sword Immortal. Add to that the other experts from your Outer Heavens, and you can't even handle Zhao Qingyi, who's only at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm?"

"What you say is true, senior. Wuxin originally thought so too, but Feitian Pavilion somehow got hold of a set of formations."

Once a cultivator from the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm enters the formation, they will be forcibly suppressed by one major realm.

However, the people of the Flying Pavilion were out of control.

Furthermore, Feitian Pavilion is located on Eagle Beak Cliff, and there is only one path leading up the mountain. The path is steep and difficult to traverse, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Zhao Qingyi stood on the mountain path, exuding an air of impregnability, as if he were a one-man army guarding a pass against ten thousand.

Wuxin was worried before, but now that the senior has arrived, Wuxin is no longer worried.

When it comes to formations, who in the world can compare to the orthodox Taoist school?

All secret techniques and formations originate from Taoist methods.