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

"We know far too little about this Paradise Pavilion."

To prevent a repeat of the Demonic Cult's eastward expedition, I think we should intensify our intelligence gathering in the west.

I always had a feeling that a storm was brewing.

Sikong Changfeng's words plunged everyone into silence.

Recently, there seems to be a sudden increase in the number of martial arts masters, and I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Oh no! Wushuang City is attacking Xueyue City!"

Just then, Lei Wujie burst in yelling, followed by Xiao Se, who had a sour grapes look on his face.

Xiao Se stood with his hands in his sleeves, his face dark, but he seemed somewhat helpless.

This shout drew the attention of several people present.

Lei Wujie froze instantly, managing a weak smile: "Wow, so many people."

Xiao Se slapped his forehead, realizing he must be crazy; otherwise, why would he have followed this idiot to embarrass himself?

Li Hanyi, feeling somewhat helpless, stepped forward and slapped her younger brother.

"What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"No, that, sister, really, the city lord of Wushuang City, and that Wushuang, they've both arrived outside Xueyue City."

Li Hanyi was slightly taken aback: "Song Yanhui?"

"Yes, that's him. He brought at least seventy or eighty people with him."

Li Hanyi confirmed once again that her younger brother's mind did indeed have some problems.

He sighed helplessly, "Open your eyes and look at the people in this room."

Do you really think Song Yan Hui can take Snow Moon City with only seventy or eighty men?

Lei Wujie paused for a moment, a look of realization dawning on his face. He slapped his forehead and laughed somewhat embarrassedly.

"That's right."

Seeing Lei Wujie's appearance, everyone present couldn't help but laugh.

Baili Dongjun laughed and said, "I thought that Song Yanhui had finally become a man and dared to attack my Snow Moon City, but it seems that he is not."

If I'm not mistaken, Wushuang City is probably giving Brother Zhou a lot of face.

After all, Wushuang had once received a tremendous favor from Brother Zhou.

The Heaven-Opening Sword is not something everyone can see.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and nodded, "In that case, it must be so. I didn't expect that Wushuang City would also come to offer their congratulations."

"He's congratulating Qingcheng, which has nothing to do with our Xueyue City."

Baili Dongjun waved his hand: "Guests are welcome. Changfeng, go and greet them."

Sikong Changfeng smiled and responded.

Zhao Yuzhen also stood up: "I'll go take a look too. If they really are here for me and Hanyi, at least we won't be impolite."

Wushuang looked at the tall city walls of Snow Moon City, shaded his eyes with his hand, and squinted.

"Master, Snow Moon City looks more impressive than our Peerless City."

Song Yan glared at him, annoyed. "What? You're already complaining?"

"It's not that I'm disgusted, I was just saying it casually."

The eldest brother said that there are now three sword immortals in this city.

That being said, even if I become a sword immortal, there will only be one in our Peerless City.

"Why don't you get married and bring home a sword immortal?"

Chapter 100 Ye, Miss Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Song Yan felt that she must have committed a terrible sin in her past life.

Otherwise, why would they have taken in such a wretched disciple?

Lu Yuzhai sighed and gently patted Wushuang on the head.

"What are you thinking with that little head of yours?"

Of the five great sword immortals in the world today, only the Snow Moon Sword Immortal is a woman.

Whom do you want your master to marry?

Is he a Confucian swordsman, a raging swordsman, or a solitary swordsman?

Song Yan's face darkened. He was once again certain that he must have really messed up in his past life.

Otherwise, why would he have taken these two scoundrels as apprentices?

Lu Yuzhai, the eldest disciple, insisted on practicing spear fighting even though his master practiced swordsmanship.

They even said that since Sikong Changfeng could become the only Gun Immortal, there was no reason why he couldn't.

Alright, Song Yan Hui still admires his apprentice's ambition.

It seems that all the spear skills in the world have been monopolized by Sikong Changfeng. After practicing for so many years, he's still just so-so. He's a hundred unparalleled masters away from the realm of spear immortals.

My little apprentice is quite promising; he can now draw ten flying swords. It's no exaggeration to say that he will definitely be able to secure the top spot among the younger generation.

But, it's just that my brain isn't working very well.

While they were chatting and laughing, Sikong Changfeng and Zhao Yuzhen had already arrived at the city gate with their men.

The people from Wushuang City didn't enter the city; instead, they formed a battle formation far away, determined not to lose face even if they lost the battle.

Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that their Peerless City is on par with Snow Moon City?

Even if you are not strong enough, you cannot lose your prestige.

"Lord Song has come from afar, and all of us in Snow Moon City are truly overjoyed. We have failed to greet you properly."

When Song Yan saw Sikong Changfeng come out to greet her personally, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't put on airs, dismounted, and went to greet him as well. They bowed to each other, but there was still a two or three-body distance between them.

"You're too kind, Third City Lord. We've come to celebrate the joyous occasion of Dao Sword Immortal Qingcheng. Wushuang City has prepared some small gifts."

Song Yan returned the greeting to the Daoist Sword Immortal.

After all, they came for her, so Zhao Yuzhen smiled warmly and thanked them sincerely.

"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Song."

Song Yan ignored Sikong Changfeng and chatted warmly with Dao Jianxian for a few minutes.

Her words were filled with gratitude towards Zhou Zhenhuan.

"Lord Song, you're too kind. I'll pass on the message to my senior brother. Since you're here, why don't you come into the city and have a drink?"

Song Yan hesitated for a moment but ultimately refused.

There is someone in this city whom I do not know how to face; if I were to meet him, it would only add to my sorrow.

"If I have the chance, I will definitely go to Qingcheng Mountain to ask for a cup of tea. I hope that Dao Jianxian will not find us troublesome. I do have other things to do today, so I will not go into the city."

I'll wait for the report from here..."

Before she could finish saying goodbye, Song Yan Hui's eyes widened as she watched her disciple excitedly run up to Dao Jian Xian.

"You are Senior Immortal Xiaoyao's junior brother?"

Dao Jianxian naturally knew about Wushuang; Zhou Zhenhuan had mentioned him several times.

He smiled and nodded: "If the carefree immortal you mentioned is also named Zhou Zhenhuan, then I am indeed his junior brother."

Wushuang smiled and bowed: "Senior Xiaoyao Xian's sword is the most powerful sword I have ever seen in the world."

After saying this nonsensical sentence, Wushuang turned to the side and saw Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo, Xiao Se, and Tang Lian, who had been dragged over to watch the commotion.

Wushuang immediately became excited again.

"Lei Wujie, Tang Lian, you're here too!"

As for Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Se, well, it's not important, I don't think I know them.

Lei Wujie remembered him; he was a very special person.

He especially remembered the person who dared to catch his flying sword with his bare body, and who was also loyal, righteous, and extremely talented.

As for Tang Lian, it was entirely because he had broken the Peerless Sword Box with the peach wood sword that day, so he also remembered it very well.

Lei Wujie and his group were discovered, and they could no longer pretend they hadn't seen them, so they pushed and shoved each other to get to the front.

"I remember you, Wushuang of Wushuang City."

"That's right, it's me. I also remember you, Lei Wujie."

Last time I met your master, Senior Xiaoyao Xian. Senior Xiaoyao Xian made a bet with me, saying that you would definitely become a sword immortal before me.

But I can tell you that of the thirteen swords in the Peerless Sword Box, I can now draw ten.

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Sikong Changfeng, gave Lei Wujie a strange look.

What medicine did Xiaoyao Xian take wrong?

Why would you make such a bet with this boy?

Although Sikong Changfeng felt that Lei Wujie's talent was quite good, it seemed that he was still somewhat lacking compared to Wushuang.

Lei Wujie was completely dumbfounded.

Who will become a sword immortal first, this kid or me?

When did this happen? Why did I never know I was going to become a sword immortal?

Although I share this ambition, compared to this guy?

Lei Wujie recalled the battle in Khotan that day, in which Wushuang alone suppressed him, Sikong Qianluo, Xiao Se, and Tang Lian.

If Tang Lian hadn't used the peach wood sword at the end, the outcome would probably have been completely different.

Although Lei Wujie felt that he had been practicing his skills very hard recently.

I have mastered the Nanming Li Huo Sword Technique passed down by my master, and I have also mastered the Yue Xi Hua Chen technique passed down by my sister.

But now he's not even at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, so becoming a Sword Immortal seems a long way off.

However, seeing everyone looking at him, Lei Wujie felt a surge of arrogance.

My father is Lei Mengsha, one of the Four Heroes of Leimen; my mother is Li Xinyue, the successor of Jianxinzu; my elder sister is Xueyue Sword Immortal; my brother-in-law is Dao Sword Immortal; and my master is the number one carefree immortal in the world.

Now that things have come to this point, how can we back down?

"Even if you can draw all thirteen swords, I, Lei Wujie, will still defeat you!"

Wushuang seemed even happier after hearing this.

"Alright, one year. I will definitely challenge you to a sword test after one year! By then, I will surely become a sword immortal."

"One year? Fine, one year it is, but I will definitely become a sword immortal within half a year!"

Song Yan returned and left with Wushuang.

Xiao Se patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder, wanting to say something, but in the end just sighed.

Tang Lian patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

Sikong Qianlu patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder and said, "Good lad, you have ambition and have not disgraced your master. I have high hopes for you."

Lei Wujie nodded listlessly with a long face: "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Sikong Changfeng didn't pat him on the shoulder, but instead patted him on the back of the head.

"Your master is the number one true immortal in the world, your sister is the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, your future brother-in-law is the Dao Sword Immortal, and you, kid, are not bad either."

Six months may not be the end of the world. Stand tall and hold your head high.

"Yes, you're starting to resemble your father back in the day. Your mother would be very proud if she knew how successful you are."

Sikong Changfeng also returned to the city, and the disciples he brought took back the congratulatory gifts sent by Wushuang City.

Lei Wujie sat on a city gate post, his hands behind his back, supporting his body.