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

To a normal person, this should be a ghost town that appears in front of people at certain times, much like a mirage.

But even in the cracks of the river of time, the people of this city are all dead, dead in the past, but they exist in the future, or rather, they have always existed.

"Bai Yujing is indeed worthy of admiration."

Zhou Zhenhuan replied calmly, and Guan Tao seemed to feel even better after hearing his words.

"Indeed, I dream of entering Baiyujing to cultivate."

"Seeing your extraordinary bearing before, I thought you came from the Jade Capital."

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I, Luo Qingyang, am just a rogue cultivator and dare not hope for anything."

"Sir, you are too modest. However, Baiyujing is indeed not so easy to enter."

Just then, a lively sound came from outside the restaurant.

Zhou Zhenhuan looked over at the sound and saw a group of children chasing after someone.

He was shouting things like "madman, madman" all the time.

The language was quite different from what Zhou Zhen was familiar with; he could only barely understand a few words.

The person being chased was handsome, but his clothes were tattered and looked out of place.

Just then, Zhou Zhenhuan heard a soft sigh.

Turning around, I saw Guan Tao looking reluctant.

"This person is named Shen Xichen, and we are old friends."

It's a pity that he went mad three years ago after returning from Baiyujing.

Sir, you may not know this, but Shen Xichen has been extremely intelligent since childhood. At the age of five, he was already a ninth-rank master.

By the time he turned thirteen, he had become a legendary swordsman.

The people of Baiyujing discovered him through the Heavenly Ranking, so they brought him to Baiyujing to cultivate.

Back then, none of us who grew up together didn't envy him.

But who knew that one day, he suddenly ran back home, shouting that people in Baiyujing were eating people, and that as long as you ate people, you would become much stronger.

All methods of cultivating one's destiny are frauds.

"As long as one eats people, one's Qi will be transferred, and one can travel like a god overnight, entering the realm of earthly immortals."

The rabbit, who was being suppressed by Zhou Zhenhuan, blinked, as if recalling something. It secretly glanced at Zhou Zhenhuan, but was then pressed down on the chair by a single finger of Zhou Zhenhuan and couldn't move.

"You stinky Taoist priest, let me go! I have something to say."

"As a dignified demon, telepathy is naturally not a troublesome matter for you. Just say it."

"You...you have nothing in your heart at all, what's the point of me transmitting anything! My current body is too weak, transmitting sound over a distance is already the limit."

Zhou Zhenhuan withdrew his finger, patted the rabbit's head a few times, and then ignored it, which made the little rabbit angry and kept biting his belt.

Zhou Zhenhuan tapped the table lightly, drawing Guan Tao back to his senses: "So, you think he's gone mad?"

A trace of sadness appeared in Guan Tao's eyes. He first shook his head, and then nodded.

Seemingly realizing that his expression was somewhat unclear, he then said quietly, "Of course I believe him. However, later, an immortal from Baiyujing came to the city and claimed that Shen Xichen was not cultivating properly in Baiyujing, but instead was associating with a female cultivator, so he was expelled from Baiyujing."

Unexpectedly, he remained unrepentant and instead turned the tables, smearing Bai Yujing.

So the immortal destroyed all his cultivation, and from then on, he truly went mad.

Zhou Zhenhuan frowned: "Is Baiyujing so heartless? They don't allow men and women to develop into Daoist partners, or even engage in dual cultivation?"

"Well... I can't say for sure. I've only heard rumors that those who enter Baiyujing to cultivate need to sever all emotions."

Only by severing all familial bonds, friendships, and romantic relationships can one cultivate the supreme path and ascend to the celestial realm.

This does match what the rabbit said; the rabbit also said that Baiyujing was full of stones.

"It was also because of Shen Xichen's incident that no more disciples of Baiyujing appeared in the martial arts world. They seemed to no longer allow their disciples to go out, because they would be influenced by worldly emotions."

However, they still recruit geniuses to cultivate there every year.

Zhou Zhenhuan twitched his finger, then gave up. This world was blank; there was no secret to it whatsoever.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. It's just a small fragment left behind in the long river of time. What secrets could it possibly reveal?

"Even so, you still want to go to Baiyujing?"

Guan Tao looked on with longing: "Of course, that's a sacred place."

To be honest, sir, although our Xiyang City is quite prosperous, many people actually can't even get enough to eat.

The Lingshan Buddhist Palace collects a large amount of taxes from the people of the city every year.

Only in this way can they obtain the protection of Lingshan Buddhist Palace.

Otherwise, if the celestial beings attack, we alone will not be able to hold them off.

Zhou Huanzhen noticed that he had mentioned the Celestial Beings again.

However, it seems that this concept of "celestial being" is somewhat different from what he is familiar with.

"Celestial beings? What are those?"

Guan Tao didn't seem to realize that this was a very basic question that shouldn't have come up with Zhou Zhenhuan, but he still explained, "To be precise, they are not people, but a group of black... qi."

Guan Tao hesitated for a moment, seemingly thinking of a more fitting description.

Zhou Zhenhuan suddenly realized something and looked down at the rabbit that was still tearing at his belt.

I slapped the rabbit again to shut it up.

So, is the Buddhist practice of suppressing demons a traditional skill?

Chapter 107 Divine Travel Pill

For some reason, Luo Qingyang felt somewhat uneasy today.

It seemed as if something bad was about to happen.

Sitting opposite him, Red King Xiao Yu looked at his godfather with some curiosity.

In the short span of time, he had already touched his nose three times.

"Is Godfather feeling unwell?"

Luo Qingyang shook his head, feeling that he might be overthinking things.

Ever since the day Zhou Zhenhuan broke the sword he had been raising, he had always felt uneasy.

"It's alright, you don't need to come so often. Since I have already promised you that I will stop Snow Moon Sword Immortal and Dao Sword Immortal for you if necessary, I will not go back on my word."

Xiao Yu chuckled twice: "Godfather, you're overthinking it. I just missed you and wanted to see you."

Luo Qingyang wasn't stupid; he saw right through Xiao Yu's little scheme. He glanced up at Xiao Yu, chuckled, but didn't expose him.

"You're going to the Outer Heavens?"

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that Luo Qingyang could read his mind.

However, he still nodded honestly; lying at this moment would not be a wise thing to do.

Xiao Yu wanted to explain further, but Luo Qingyang seemed to have asked casually and did not intend to delve into it.

"Then go, don't waste time."

Someone else went to the Outer Heavens earlier and faster than you.

Your trip may not yield satisfactory results.

Xiao Yu was stunned again. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Are you one of the White King's men?"

Before Luo Qingyang could answer, he dismissed the guess himself.

"No, the White King would never have any dealings with the Outer Heavens."

After all, he cherishes his reputation.

"After all, Tianwaitian is a demonic sect; if word gets out, it will greatly damage his reputation."

For some unknown reason, Xiao Yu's expression changed.

"Godfather, is he that carefree immortal who likes to travel around?"

Upon hearing this name, a shadow crossed Luo Qingyang's eyes.

"At least you have some brains."

Xiao Yu received the praise, but he didn't feel particularly happy.

"What is that person doing in the outer heavens?"

"Perhaps he already knows what you're going to do."

"What? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

This plan was top secret; there was absolutely no possibility of it being leaked.

Luo Qingyang sighed softly: "Some things are probably not secrets at all in his eyes."

Xiao Yu was speechless. Indeed, if someone wanted to know something, no one could keep it from them.

"But what... exactly is he going to do?"

Luo Qingyang shook his head: "I don't know, but he once told me that he was just a person."

If you want to go to the outer heavens, hurry up, it might not be too late.

Xiao Yu hurriedly bowed and said, "Father, please forgive me. I will come to visit you again another day."

Watching Xiao Yu's hurried departure, Luo Qingyang gripped his sword tightly.

Ultimately, it was because I wasn't strong enough. If I could split the heavens with a single sword strike, why would I have stayed in this dilapidated city for so many years?

Muliang City is indeed badly damaged now, with only half a wall and a low house remaining.

Even so, it is still called Mu Liang City.

Do you feel that you are not capable enough? This feeling of wanting to do something but being powerless is not good, is it?

A soft laugh, mixed with grit, entered my ear.

Luo Qingyang snorted coldly: "Playing tricks, come out now. If I draw my sword, you won't even have a chance to speak."

"Hehe, Lone Sword Immortal really has a big temper."

A person crawled out of the ground and shook off the sand covering his body.

This person didn't seem afraid of Luo Qingyang. After tidying himself up, he sat down opposite Luo Qingyang in a very casual manner.

Luo Qingyang narrowed his eyes. He couldn't tell the man's age, but he was petite and had an unusually thick beard.

He was wearing a sheepskin coat covered in grease stains, looking extremely slovenly, and a sheepskin felt hat on his head.

He looked like a butcher, or perhaps a shepherd.

"The Lone Sword Immortal is also interested in men? Speaking of men, those from the Western Regions won't do. Go to the Southern Judgment, there's a type of man there called 'Little Husband,' who are incredibly beautiful and whose figures are no less attractive than women's."

The visitor continued speaking without paying any attention to Luo Qingyang's expression, which had turned gloomy.

"It seems I have really stayed in this Muliang City for too long. I didn't know that a master like you had appeared in the martial arts world."

"Ha, you're too kind of expert, you're nothing special."

I am Yang Xiang, one of the Four Madmen of the Blissful Pavilion, Yao Kuang. I have met Lone Sword Immortal.

"Palace of Bliss?"

“Not bad, Paradise Pavilion!” Yang Xiang emphasized the name, seemingly with undisguised pride.

“Never heard of it.” Lone Sword Immortal shook his head.

"It doesn't matter if I haven't heard of it before; I'll hear about it eventually."

"I've come here today to make a deal with Lone Sword Immortal."

Luo Qingyang shook his head: "I am just a swordsman, not a businessman, and I don't know how to do business."

If I were you, I would turn around and walk away right now, pretending I never saw you.