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

On the banks of the Tongtian River, a figure stood there as if he had never left.

He gazed at the Tongtian River, his calm eyes carrying a hint of confusion.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense some kind of danger, his expression changed, and then he merged into the air and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, Zhou Huanzhen's figure slowly appeared where he had been standing.

"Oh? You run pretty fast." Zhou Zhen grabbed a handful of air, and time seemed to flow backward around him as a figure slowly appeared in front of him.

Zhou Zhenhuan circled the figure once, his brows furrowing slightly.

Even in the past, one could not discern the person's appearance.

"An immortal from beyond the realm? Or a descendant of the deceased?"

Night Dew, come out and say a few words.

The Heavenly Demoness emerged from the water, a woman who knew how to enjoy herself. She was sitting inside a giant clam shell, which was beautifully decorated.

"Night Dew is the name you gave that rabbit, but I have a name too..."

"It doesn't matter. Night Dew sounds nice. Don't be so resistant to it."

Who was that person just now?

"Your old flame?"

The Heavenly Demoness fired a water arrow, but before it reached Zhou Zhenhuan, it scattered into water droplets, splashing all over the ground.

She was somewhat annoyed: "Even if I knew him, I wouldn't tell you. You're finished, you stinky Taoist priest. If he wants to cross the river, I'll let him go. Let's see if you can stop him."

Zhou Huanzhen nodded slightly: "Oh, so you really are someone from heaven. Interesting. But I must warn you, no matter what your intentions are, anyone who crosses this river will be struck by a sword."

My sword, Luo Qingyang's sword, is not something anyone can withstand.

They're gone, they're gone.

"You stinking Taoist priest, come back here! If you know what's good for you, release me now, or my Heavenly Demon Army will come and grind you to dust."

But only a gentle breeze answered her.

After waiting for a long time, the figure reappeared, but did not approach the Tongtian River. Instead, it looked at the wide river surface and muttered to itself.

"Luo Qingyang? Strange, ever since Shen Xichen used the Heavenly Dao as his tomb, how could such a powerful person appear in this world?"

No, this news must be sent back to Baiyujing.

Luo Qingyang, Luo Qingyang, is that the name? Never mind, let's spread the word first.

Luo Qingyang gripped the sword hilt again, because that annoying Taoist priest had appeared once more.

The Taoist priest was clearly very happy; his face was beaming with joy.

"Old Luo, practice your swordsmanship properly, or you might be in big trouble."

The unease in Luo Qingyang's heart resurfaced, and he frowned: "What exactly did you do?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just in a good mood and came over to give you a heads-up."

Chapter 112 Congratulations to the Sect Leader and His Wife

Qingcheng Mountain remains as bustling as ever.

Beneath the peach blossom tree stood Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, dressed in red.

Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen also changed into a bright red groom's robe.

Uncle-Master Yin Changsong, his face full of satisfaction, recited a classic text for ancestor worship.

He then smiled and said, "Congratulations, Sect Leader and Madam!"

The disciples followed suit, bowing and saying, "Congratulations to the Sect Leader and the Sect Leader's Wife!"

Li Hanyi smiled radiantly, even though everyone in Snow Moon City had already witnessed her joy.

But now they have officially entered the gates of Qingcheng Mountain, offering sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, and paying homage to their master and all the ancestral masters of the past.

"Hey, looks like you didn't miss this one. You've come back just in time."

As the crowd congratulated the newlyweds and was about to disperse, a clear laugh echoed through Qingcheng Mountain.

Following the auspicious autumn wind, countless petals drifted in and coalesced into a large "囍" (double happiness) character.

Then the double happiness symbol burst open, transforming into a fragrant array that filled the entire Qingcheng Mountain with a rich and sweet aroma.

Zhao Yuzhen looked at the blue robe falling with the breeze, her face beaming with smiles. She quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and punched him on the shoulder.

How have you been lately?

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and nodded, pointing to the clouds and mist covering the mountains: "Everyone is happy."

"Indeed, everyone is happy."

Li Hanyi, unusually shy, stepped forward gracefully and called out to her senior brother.

Zhou Zhenhuan saw that she was full of true energy and was obviously about to break through to a higher realm.

"Junior sister, there's no need for such formalities. It seems you're about to enter that half-step divine realm."

Li Hanyi was naturally delighted and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to Senior Brother's book on the highest good being like water. I have now successfully cultivated it."

Zhou Huanzhen, a wanderer, has returned home today to pay his respects to all his senior uncles and masters.

Yin Changsong was greatly pleased, but at this moment he also had to put on the airs of an elder.

"Have you caused any trouble?"

"Have you done any good deeds?"

"In the far west, I suppressed the Heavenly Demoness, enhanced the prestige of Qingcheng, and slew the souls of those who came from beyond the heavens. I also established a sealing barrier that can block immortals from beyond the realm for a hundred years."

Everyone was shocked by these words.

Yin Changsong was so excited that his hands trembled slightly: "Great, great! Xiaoyao, you've worked hard! Good, good!"

"As expected of the carefree immortal of Qingcheng, my grandmaster is truly amazing."

"The Heavenly Demoness, that's a Heavenly Demon, that sounds incredibly powerful."

"Of course, if it weren't powerful, why would I, the carefree immortal of Qingcheng, need to take action?"

The disciples looked at Zhou Zhenhuan with eyes full of admiration.

Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at them and laughed, "There are quite a few more disciples in my Qingcheng Sect now."

Yin Changsong smiled broadly and waved his hand: "Alright, everyone disperse."

"The person is back, and can't run away anymore. This elder who transmits the skills will personally guide your cultivation in the coming days."

The disciples left happily, leaving Zhou Zhenhuan completely bewildered.

Pointing to his nose, he said, "Senior Uncle, the Elder you're talking about who transmits skills, you wouldn't happen to be me, would you?"

"There is no doubt that it is you. This is the sect leader's decision, and it is also our unanimous resolution."

But don't worry, I know you're lazy.

I don't expect you to teach disciples all day long. Just give me some pointers when you have some free time.

"Yes, the elders who pass on their skills do receive a salary."

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled and said, "Does a dignified immortal like me lack a few pennies?"

How much can you give me?

Yin Changsong spat and walked away, flicking his whisk.

"I won't accept less than that!"

The Palace of Leisure remains unchanged.

It seems that disciples come to clean every day.

Zhou Huanzhen lay on the bed without any regard for his image, while Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi sat beside him playing chess.

"I'm saying, you two are both married, don't you have your own lives?"

Why are you lingering here?

Li Hanyi winked mischievously: "Because it's quiet here, Senior Brother."

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and agreed, "It is indeed quiet."

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed and sat up.

"Tell me, which part do you want to hear?"

The two of them immediately dropped their chess pieces and, like obedient children, sat side by side on the small stools in front of the bed.

"Naturally, it's the part about the Heavenly Demon."

What did you encounter on your journey to the far west?

Zhao Yuzhen already knew about the Demon Buddha and the Heavenly Demoness, who was also the Venerable Sage Bodhisattva of the Bliss Pavilion.

After all, he had personally witnessed his senior brother's divine lightning strike travel tens of thousands of miles and obliterate his hometown.

"I didn't encounter anything particularly special, just a tomb and a city lost in time."

Zhou Zhenhuan recounted his experiences in Xiyang City, which captivated Zhao Yuzhen and her husband, who longed to experience it firsthand.

"That Shen Xichen is from Baiyujing, isn't he very strong?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shrugged, looking completely bewildered: "I don't know."

Zhao Yuzhen was slightly taken aback by this answer: "You don't know?"

"Yeah, it died before it could even catch one of my swords. How would I know if it was strong or not?"

Li Hanyi smiled slightly.

"Senior brother's experience is truly remarkable. Is it really possible for someone to hide in the shadows of time?"

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "For me, it's not a difficult thing. You should know that I have a sword called 'Hundred Years and a Thousand Autumns,' and the principle is actually quite similar."

But this principle cannot be explained; once you understand it, you understand it.

However, Shen Xichen was somewhat special. When he was killed by that senior surnamed Su, he did not understand the Dao of Time.

Instead, it was during the years he was sealed that he absorbed the power of the Heavenly Dao and comprehended the Dao in the past.

If he takes another step forward, he might be able to enter the current reality.

The three then chatted for quite a while about the four immortal palaces of the outer realms and the Jade Capital.

Li Hanyi sighed with some emotion: "In that case, living a carefree life in the mortal world is actually the right path."

Zhou Zhenhuan wholeheartedly agreed: "Of course, look how powerful I am, I've never thought about going to heaven."

Li Hanyi smiled gently.

Having heard the story and knowing that there wouldn't be any problems in the Western Region for the next hundred years, the couple left satisfied.

Zhou Zhenhuan remained bedridden for more than half a month.

When I woke up, the sky was ablaze with the glow of sunset; it was already evening.

Zhou Zhenhuan walked alone to the edge of the cliff on Xiaoyao Peak and yawned.

It was still an old pine tree with gnarled roots, and a few squirrels were jumping and playing on it.

Zhou Zhenhuan raised his head slightly and saw several small heads.

It seems the squirrel family has welcomed a new member.

The little squirrel didn't seem to recognize Zhou Zhenhuan. It peeked around, trying to see what was going on, but was slapped twice by the big squirrel and dragged back to the tree hole.

An old squirrel jumped down from the tree and landed on Zhou Zhenhuan's shoulder, offering him two pine cones.

Zhou Zhen thanked them, and the old squirrel gestured as if asking why the two little rabbits, Qingfeng and Mingyue, hadn't come to fight them.

These days have been pretty boring.

Zhou found it rather amusing and pointed to the sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet.