Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1344 Heavenly Evolution
'Long Kangyao...'

The colors in the sky had faded, the light had dimmed, and Li Zhouwei stood with his arms crossed, his thoughts growing increasingly intense.

'The Great Master of 'Blazing Fire'.'

Li Zhouwei fought fiercely in the north and south, witnessing countless supernatural powers. Xue Yang and Murong Weidian possessed perfect supernatural powers, while Sui Guan and Dongfang Heyun transcended the mundane world. There were not many true masters who actually fought each other, but the number of battles he witnessed was not small.

'When it comes to magical combat, this "Blazing Fire" Grandmaster is probably the undisputed champion among the four supernatural powers I have ever witnessed…'

This person's physical body is truly terrifying!
'A Grand Master of the Manifested Daoist lineage "Yang Huo," possessing a Dharma body that has reached its pinnacle, along with a top-tier feathered robe passed down from a grotto-heaven, a complete set of astonishing spiritual treasures, containing the Daoist cultivation of a Grand Master and the insights of a direct descendant of the Three Mysteries…'

This person's physical body is not particularly strong. In a fight, a punch to Li Zhouwei's "Jun Dao Wei" would not cause much of a ripple. However, under these various enhancements, it is "hard." "Fan Jiu Shi" also has the ability to divide, which means that this Great Master can easily fight against many opponents, and even has a great power similar to "invulnerability to all laws" in the face of low-level supernatural powers.

'This is the true lineage of the Tongxuan sect…'

Li Zhouwei had actually met another person, Prince Ya of the Lingbao Daoist lineage. This person was also considered a direct descendant of Tongxuan, but there was a great difference between the two. That old Daoist was less a great master and more a recluse who cultivated immortality in seclusion.

Fortunately, this battle also revealed some of his weaknesses.

Li Zhouwei's skills have advanced another step, and he has a clear understanding of everything that just happened. If Li Zhouwei's judgment is correct, this person is probably afraid of being injured!
"The 'Burning Fire' is different from the 'Green Water.' Green Water possesses a degree of Yin energy, which is nourishing; even if injured, it can be suppressed and healed… But if the 'Burning Fire' is too strong, the fuel will be exhausted, and it cannot last long."

This person's physical body is indeed powerful, but once injured, it will be extremely difficult to recover, and he will definitely become a burden in a great battle. In a battle between the two, Li Zhouwei would find it difficult to seriously injure him, but Long Kangyao also has very few means to injure Li Zhouwei!
'Even if he comes from a celestial realm and has exhausted all his resources to obtain various holy medicines for healing, the fact that his recovery speed is extremely slow is unavoidable. If we continue to fight him, his injuries will gradually accumulate, and the 'Dry Cloth Envoy' will have nothing left to clothe, and the 'Burning Old Chamber' will have nothing left to burn. When he withers and I flourish, I will surely send him to my Imperial Observatory.'

'That was a gamble on when the people from Yincheng would arrive… He didn't want to gamble, nor did he see any need to gamble with me, so he left…'

He remained silent for a moment, gradually devising his methods for the next battle with this man, and his mind began to clear:
"If I can fight him again within a few months and see if his injuries have healed, then I can verify whether my judgment was correct..."

Unaware of his thoughts, Qiao Wenliu stepped closer and whispered:
"Your Majesty, you may not know this... Lord Long Kang is from the Long Kang clan, a descendant of the [Divine Slaughter True Lord]. His Dharma body is called the [Long Jiang Transformation Body]... Back when we were both at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, we fought against the old True Man Murong. Even with that old True Man's Xuan Sword, he couldn't seriously injure him..."

"Murong Weidian?"

Seeing him nod, Li Zhouwei said disappointedly:
"If a True Person cultivates the Yin Water, even if they are incredibly powerful in combat, asking a True Person of the Yin Water to injure the Yin Fire is simply asking the impossible."

He paid no attention to these rumors. The Wu Temple below had already used its supernatural powers, holding the green shrine in its hand. It stepped forward with the wind, bowed, and the green shrine rapidly grew larger, revealing the person inside.

Jiang Fuwang's face was slightly pale, and there was blood on his lips and teeth. He stood in the heavy Yin energy, with his head lowered and no words spoken. In just a moment, Qiao Wenliu had suppressed his supernatural powers and hurriedly stepped forward.

The Jiang family was one of the few immortal clans with whom Qiao Wenliu had a relatively good relationship. Over the years, only the Jiang family had been willing to befriend him. Qiao Wenliu displayed an attitude completely different from his attitude towards Wen Daoping, not only concealing his spiritual treasure but also showing concern.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang!"

Jiang Fuwang nodded to him, then quickly looked at Li Zhouwei and said with a wry smile:

"Greetings, King Wei!"

Despite being defeated, Jiang Fuwang was not actually flustered. He had thought that Li Zhouwei could quickly defeat Long Kangyao and capture him... but when the moment actually came, he still felt a little dejected.

Who is Long Kangyao?

Back then, he was the top genius of the Longkang clan and received much attention. He was immersed in rare and precious materials since childhood. Li Zhouwei's fate was quite extraordinary. However, Long Kangyao was a descendant of the ancient "Divine Chaos and Dryness True Lord". Even though his bloodline is not obvious now, he has already become the "Chaohuo" Great True Man. Is he really that much worse than him?

If Long Kangyao just stood there, how many cultivators from different lineages could possibly defeat him? Logically speaking, the worst-case scenario would be that Master Yu from Yincheng would come to his aid!

Li Zhouwei glanced at him and smiled:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, how have you been?"

Jiang Fu remained silent.

The great battle in Luoyang was swift and decisive, but if we were to analyze it carefully, there was already one battle in Xiangcheng. Although Liang Chuan was reminded by Master Jia, it must have been with the permission of this King Wei. Li Zhouwei had already spared him twice, and this was the third time his life had fallen into the hands of this King Wei.

If Jiang Shi and Ming Yang had an irreconcilable feud, he would not be afraid of death. However, Jiang Shi had no ill intentions towards Ming Yang. If we really had to consider it, the Daoist path and ideology of Jiang Shi's Douxuan Tianyan were actually the closest to those of Emperor Wei. Once this King Wei roamed the Central Plains, whether according to the lineage of the legal system or the Daoist ideology, Jiang Shi would inevitably have to support him.

As a direct descendant of the Jiang clan, Jiang Fuwang naturally had to save face. If he had suffered a defeat in the first battle, he could have made a show of it, and the King of Wei would not have killed him. But now, he was only a second-level supernatural being, and he had already been pardoned three times by the Great Master.

'Any further words would only be an insult to others and to oneself.'

He sighed softly and said:
"Fu Wang is willing to serve Mingyang."

A slight glint appeared in Li Zhouwei's eyes as he noticed that this person addressed him as Mingyang rather than the King of Wei. He raised an eyebrow and said:
"it is good!"

Qiao Wenliu was already beaming with joy. He put away the magical treasure and said:
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, those in Chuncheng are nothing but empty-handed gluttons who hold positions without doing any work and rely on Xuan's favor. Your willingness to follow King Wei is the path to achieving great things!"

Unlike Jiang Fuwang, who was all alone, Jiang Fuwang showed almost no joy on his face and could only nod silently. However, he noticed that the King of Wei seemed to be deep in thought and, without asking any questions, spoke up:

"Master Jiang, in your opinion, where should we go now?"

'In the end, there's no escaping it...'

Jiang Fuwang felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, but his expression slowly turned solemn. He quickly composed himself, casting aside all other thoughts, and calmly said:

"Once Master Longkang has withdrawn, he will surely return to the south. Now that the surrounding areas are vulnerable, in my opinion, we can only cross the prefectures to the west and quickly seize Yincheng, where Master Yu is located..."

"Master Yu? Yu Xixin?"

Upon seeing the third Grand Master emerge, Qiao Wenliu felt a headache coming on and cursed:

"We never see them on ordinary days, but now they've all come out of nowhere..."

Jiang Fuwang said:

"Although Master Yu is in Yincheng, he is a cautious person and it is unlikely that he would rashly head east. He is most likely still stationed in his current location..."

Li Zhouwei nodded:
"good."

This is actually not an easy nut to crack. Li Zhouwei is not afraid of these supernatural powers surrounding him, but he dislikes them surrounding the Great Master, occupying several key points and defending the city.

But now that the border intruders are holding out nearby, this is a rare opportunity. They have to take this chance, Li Zhouwei said.
"go!"

In an instant, several divine powers vanished into the void, speeding westward. Amidst the changing colors and hues, the King of Wei finally had a moment to speak, softly saying:
"What is the background of the Jiang family?"

Jiang Fuwang returned the greeting and said:
"The Jiang family is enshrined in the Daoist tradition of the Great Dao of the Mysterious Heaven and the Dao of the Heavenly Evolution."

"Tianyan?"

Li Zhouwei's expression shifted slightly. Sure enough, upon hearing Qiao Wenliu's soft sigh, he revealed an expression of utmost respect and said:
"Xianjun Qingyi!"

Qing Yi!

Disciple of Douxuan, Master of the "Heavenly Officials," Head of the "My Way of Heavenly Officials," and the fundamental law governing the Douxuan lineage's oversight of the world...

Li Zhouwei had certainly heard of his name; it was spoken by the fox spirits themselves back then. Even now, the Heavenly Jade held by Li Suining of the Li clan and Liu Changdie, still in the West, was but a fraction of what He had bestowed upon them! This immortal lord held an astonishingly heavy position in Douxuan and indeed throughout the entire world, both within and outside the Xuan realm…

Li Zhouwei, having fought in battles across the north and south, would merely nod in agreement no matter how illustrious the background of someone he heard about. Only this woman, Jiang, could elicit a slightly surprised look from him, prompting him to ask:
"A descendant of Qing Yi?"

Jiang Fuwang was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying:

"The Immortal Lord Qingyi did not leave any heirs. The Chunyu clan and the Jiang clan have a close connection... yet they dare not claim to be descendants of Qingyi..."

Li Zhouwei raised his eyebrows, but refused to let him go, and said softly:

What is the origin of this connection?

This caused the two people beside him to prick up their ears. Clearly, they themselves were unaware of such a secret. Jiang Fuwang paused only slightly before giving a curtsy, and then said seriously:
"My Jiang clan is a great surname from ancient times. Immortal Lord Qingyi was originally from the same clan, and our lineage extended across the land of Qi. However, when a venerable one attained enlightenment, Immortal Lord Qingyi changed his surname to Chunyu to avoid using the same character as his given name. Thus, that entire branch of the family changed their surname to Immortal..."

"There's actually such a connection!"

Li Zhouwei was slightly shocked, and after re-examining the person in front of him, he said:
"rare…"

Qiao Wenliu stared at him blankly, speechless.

'It's not that your family name takes the same surname as the Immortal Lord; it's that the Immortal Lord originally shared your family name...'

If what the person in front of me said is true, without being too polite, there is no need to go back to ancient times. Thousands of years ago, when Lei Gong ruled the world, the Jiang family was the most noble of all. With Dou Xuan's domineering nature, if he were to come to Gu County in a thunder chariot, all the supernatural beings would probably have to kneel down to see him!
'That would be like the Xue family today, even far surpassing them! I, Qiao Wenliu, can't even dream of befriending him; I'd be struggling to even prepare gifts to ask him to temper my anger, and to even meet him would require me to respectfully say, "I am deeply grateful for your divine grace..."'

He was deeply shaken.

"After all, the Xue family still considers the dignity of immortals and mortals, and the world of mortals. Douxuan, on the other hand, is always straightforward, saying what he means and what he says. Whether it's Mingyang or Leigong, they all have the same temperament. A descendant of an immortal lord has done great favors for heaven and earth, so his status is beyond measure, and he will make you kneel before him!"

Qiao Wenliu swallowed hard.

'Only in a more recent era, if this Prince Wei were an imperial prince, and the Thunder Palace had long since fallen, would he be qualified to sit and discuss the Dao with Fellow Daoist Jiang, and address him as a brother... We people, what right do we have to stand before him!'

'I thought the Jiang family was respected and quite noble these days, not bad at all. But it seems they're more than bad. Their status in Chuncheng, Gu County, is the lowest point the Jiang family has ever reached...'

The void remained silent for an unknown amount of time before Qiao Wenliu spoke in a hoarse voice:

"The nobles really kept it a secret!"

Jiang Fuwang seemed to have anticipated this outcome. He lowered his head and remained silent, his eyes showing neither pride nor disappointment, only a calm expression. After a long while, he quietly smiled and said:

"Rise and fall are fleeting, not worth mentioning."

……

The lake is sparkling and beautiful.

As the setting sun gradually dipped below the water's surface, the colors of the small pavilion on the shore became increasingly vibrant. There, in the center, stood a person, sitting upright, enthusiastically picking up a brush to paint.

The middle-aged man above stepped forward, bowed, and said respectfully:
"grown ups…"

The old man raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and seemed to be in a very good mood, and said:
"So it's Master Pang... Sit... Please sit down!"

The middle-aged man had no choice but to go inside, where the old man pushed the painting towards him. Inside, there was a painting of a pavilion, towering into the clouds and surrounded by a radiant glow. The old man smiled and said:

"This is exactly what I copied from your own work, Master. What do you think? I think... this single painting is enough to fight an enemy. This is the great skill of our ancestors!"

This man was none other than Master Qu, who had received the True Lord's calligraphy from the Yao family. After returning from the Ji River, he had a long talk with Yao Guanyi before seeing the man off. From then on, he hid in the pavilion, focusing solely on his own painting, and was nowhere to be seen.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man swallowed his words, frowned, and looked down thoughtfully. After a long while, he suddenly snapped out of his reverie and said:

"Old Master! Li Zhouwei has broken through the Xuanchao and headed west!"

He smiled and said:
"Just as Lord Long Kang predicted, the encirclement to the north has now been completed. No matter where the battle takes place, two Grand Masters are involved, and with Lord Long Kang present, there should be good news."

"Ouch!"

The old master raised his head in confusion and said:

"What Li Zhouwei? What Xuanchao?"

The middle-aged man paused, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion, and said:
"Senior! You sent my son to the western passes of Yun and Pu, where a great battle has already begun, and the city is on the verge of collapse. The King of Wei has already gone east... but there seems to be no movement from the north... You... you..."

"Oh...I understand."

The old man nodded and praised:
"The King of Wei's military campaign is incredibly swift!"

These words gave the middle-aged man a very ominous feeling. He looked the person in front of him up and down and said:
"nature…"

This instantly ruined Pang Zhenren's good mood. He became anxious for no reason, pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He was about to speak several times, but when he realized that the old man was still focused on painting, anger naturally rose in his heart.

They were all masters of the Purple Mansion Divine Power; their attitudes could often reveal a great deal. Master Pang cursed inwardly.

'That old man changes his mind faster than turning the pages of a book; he clearly doesn't want to get involved anymore!'

He suddenly remembered something, frowned, and said coldly:

"Senior... I've heard you've been to the Ji River. Could you tell me... what did the King of Wei say on the Ji River?"

These words made the old man's eyelids twitch. He finally put down his pen, gently placed it on the table, and pretended to think. After a while, he raised his head, his eyes filled with turbidity.

Master Pang stared intently at him, watching as the old man spoke in the setting sun, quietly saying:
"Can not remember."