Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 426: Fateful Cross-Border Meeting

Cao Wanxin held a dark red pagoda in his hand, with a thin layer of white flame surrounding his body. He and Junior Brother Xu flew out from the formation filled with yellow fog.

"Don't panic, everyone. There was a problem with the sect, which has just been resolved. From now on, the mountain gate will be temporarily closed. No one except me and the great protector Xu is allowed to go out."

Cao Wanxin had a blank expression on his face, but he could sense the movements coming from the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

He thought to himself that Lu Jiuzhen had done a lot of harm to people, and the sect had never treated him unfairly, so where did he get such strong obsession and resentment, and how did he become possessed?

The four elders, the sect master You Yanping, and more than 20 fifth-floor monks who flew over, as well as many fourth-floor disciples who were farther away, all had a chill in their hearts, and had different thoughts. They all bowed in unison: "As you command!"

At this moment, the sound of a desolate bronze bell suddenly came from the main peak, Wuliu Mountain, more than a hundred miles away.

"Dang", leaving a long lingering sound.

Sect leader You Yanping and others' faces turned pale and they looked at each other. They could tell that it was the sound of a funeral bell.

Those who can set up soul lamps in the side hall of the ancestral hall must be from the sixth floor or above.

You Yanping listened attentively to the death knell that continued after it rang three times. His whole body was cold and his heart sank. The third ring meant the death of an elder, and the sixth ring meant the extinguishing of the soul lamp of a guardian. There was such a big commotion in the sect, and his master had never shown up... He didn't dare to think further.

Cao Wanxin seemed to have turned a deaf ear to him and ordered, "You Yanping will be temporarily removed from his position as the sect leader. He will be appointed to another position in the future. Yi Xin will act as the sect leader and take charge of the sect's affairs. The positions of the others will remain unchanged for the time being. You two will hand over the seal and the mountain gate formation weapon."

Yi Xin was an old elder, and was slightly stunned when he heard this. He also guessed that Lu Jiuzhen had something to do with it, so he bowed and said, "Yi Xin, I obey your orders!"

You Yanping's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. He forced himself to remain calm and bowed. In front of everyone, he took out the letter, seal, formation equipment and other items and handed them to the acting sect leader one by one. His mind was almost blank.

There were several others who were Lu Jiuzhen's disciples, all of whom felt a chill down their spines and sweat on their foreheads.

The others quietly distanced themselves from those people, preparing for any trouble. No one was stupid, and they all guessed some terrible results, causing great waves in their hearts.

"Stay where you are. The experts sent by Liuyun Sect will be here soon."

Cao Wanxin took in everyone's reactions and did not explain any further.

Just think of it as a test of your mental state.

He secretly made a decision that the position of the sect's leader should not be held by one person for too long, and it would be more appropriate to change it every three hundred years.

Other monks arrived one after another and all stayed where they were. The atmosphere was very strange and many people couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Report..."

The two fourth-floor disciples who were guarding the Soul Hall hurried over to report after the death knell was rung.

Cao Wanxin waved his hand to stop them and asked them to turn back, and not to announce the news of Lu Jiuzhen's death for the time being.

Glancing at Junior Brother Xu who had a calm expression beside him, his slightly irritated mood calmed down instantly. Thanks to Junior Brother Xu's presence, even if a demon appeared in the sect to cause trouble, Liuyun Sect would not be too difficult to suppress. It is better to consider the face of Buddha than the monk. Junior Brother Xu has the support of the master who is as high as the nine-story building behind him, and Wuliu Sect will benefit from it.

The mountain wind was howling, and under the clear sky, a large group of people stood in the air, their clothes fluttering, their bodies motionless.

After waiting for about half an hour, Cao Wanxin and Junior Brother Xu looked at each other, and their figures suddenly disappeared. When they reappeared, they were at the foggy mountain gate.

Waving his hand to let the disciples on duty step aside, Cao Wanxin and Xu Yuanchang walked out from the side door and bowed to a tall middle-aged man in a black gown outside the door: "We respectfully welcome Patriarch Zhong to come. Please forgive us for our hasty and inconsiderate behavior!"

The man had a dignified look and a short black beard. He was none other than the ancestor of Liuyun Sect, Zhong Xixiong. He was shocked to learn that a demonic disaster had occurred in Liuyun Continent. He hurried over with all the subordinates of the Eighth Floor who were not out or in seclusion. He raised his hand and said, "Stand up. This is an emergency. There is no need for pomp and ceremony. You lead the way. Others will follow soon."

Cao Wanxin gave an order to the disciple on duty, and he and Xu Yuanchang led five people to fly above Xiliu Mountain.

After briefly informing a few people of the situation, Cao Wanxin took out a small Demon-Suppressing Tower from his sleeve and handed it to Zhong Xixiong with both hands.

The devil is extremely difficult to kill. Ordinary treasures and spells are simply ineffective. It is necessary to use yang fire, thunder, gold magic, special devil-killing mantras, magical powers and other means to hurt the devil.

The small tower in his hand was a sect inheritance. It had been gathering dust in the storage bracelet space for many years, but it finally played a big role this time.

The treasures used to suppress demons are mostly in the shape of towers, steles, buildings and boxes.

Zhong Xixiong took over the Demon-Suppressing Tower and checked the situation inside. At the bottom of the tower was a lively new seventh-level demon. He felt relieved and appreciated the actions of Wuliu Mountain. Otherwise, if the demon escaped, it would be a great disaster.

What worries people the most is that some short-sighted fools, when they see signs of harm, do not want to report it to their superiors, but choose to conceal it and cover it up. When they can no longer conceal it and it causes a major change, it may bring disaster to the entire world of cultivation.

The killing calamity in the Great Wilderness Mountain Region has only ceased for ten years, and now the Flowing Cloud Region is plagued by demons again. It is a troubled time.

"Shaoqiu, you set up another layer of 'Demon Trap Formation' outside. Guxin, the three of you go in and investigate carefully. Make sure to destroy all the wreckage and all the buildings. Don't leave out any debris that has been contaminated by the demon."

"Yes, obey!"

The four monks from the Eighth Floor Tower received the order and each carried out their respective tasks.

Si Shaoqiu was busy outside the formation, throwing out formation flags and formation tools one after another.

Meng Guxin and the other two entered Xiliu Mountain, each using their own magical powers to search for the place.

Yi Xin, You Yanping and others, who were more than ten miles away, could not hear the conversation over there, but they could sense the seriousness of the situation.

Many of them had seen the portraits of Patriarch Zhong, Si Shaoqiu, and Meng Guxin. They had actually alarmed the top leaders of Liuyun Sect. They wondered what big thing had happened at the mountain gate?
Zhong Xixiong was also not idle. He took out a dark box with intricate runes engraved on it from his sleeve and asked Cao Wanxin to release the Demon-Suppressing Tower. He shook the small tower towards the seemingly bottomless box, and a ball of violently struggling and twisting black air fell into it.

"Ouch..."

The demon only let out a scream, and then stopped abruptly.

Zhong Xixiong closed the lid so that he would not have to worry about the demon escaping. He used real fire to carefully roast the inside of the tower to remove the remaining demonic energy, and then threw the small tower back.

"You have done a good job. If something like this happened, you should have reported it immediately instead of giving yourself a bad reputation. The seventh-level demon has become powerful. If you are not careful in handling it, it will cause the sect to be exterminated. It will be too late to regret it then."

Zhong Xixiong smiled and praised him casually, then looked at Xu Yuanchang and said, "Xu Xiaoyou, your treasure was damaged by the devil. Can I help you take a look?"

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly took out a small silver mirror, released the seal, and handed it out respectfully.

Zhong Xixiong took the magic mirror and noticed a small black hole on the edge. He checked it carefully and confirmed that there was no remaining evil soul inside. Then he returned the mirror to Xu Yuanchang.

He witnessed from the air that Gao Jian looked at Xu Xiaoyou differently at the beginning.

Later, they curiously asked Mu Xiaoxiao who Xu Yuanchang's master was and why such a tall and mighty swordsman would specially ask him questions?
Mu Xiaoxiao just said she didn't know, but her expression clearly showed that she was familiar with the person, as if she was hesitant to say it.

Zhong Xixiong certainly didn't need to curry favor with Taoist Xu, but he didn't need to offend him either. He instructed Si Shaoqiu who was busy over there, "Shaoqiu, give Xu Xiaoyou an Illusionary Stone and two Broken Gold Mysterious Stones. His treasures were damaged by the demon, so let him repair them himself."

Xu Yuanchang said polite words to evade the question.

Si Shaoqiu had already come over and smiled as he stuffed three materials into his hands. "Next time you go back to Liuyun City, remember to message me. Don't come and go quietly, as if we don't know each other."

The woman whispered a few words jokingly and went back to set up the formation.

When the ten seventh-floor monks from Liuyun Sect arrived later, Zhong Xixiong asked Cao Wanxin to gather all the monks from Wuliu Mountain to undergo demon detection. No demon souls were allowed to escape, because demons were cunning and had to be guarded against.

Meng Guxin came out from the khaki formation and said something in his voice.

Zhong Xixiong followed them in, leaving Xu Yuanchang outside, bored and alone.

Yi Xin, You Yanping and others finally realized that the death of the former sect leader Lu Jiuzhen seemed to be very disgraceful and was related to the devil. No wonder it was kept secret and the ancestor of Liuyun Sect was alarmed to come.

Three days later, the last wave of monks from Liuyun Sect withdrew.

Wuliu Mountain returned to its former tranquility, the mountain gate was reopened, and disciples could enter and leave freely.

Some sensational news spread like wildfire and became widely circulated.

Cao Wanxin talked with the elders individually, reassigned the candidates for hall masters in the sect, and comforted You Yanping and others.

Xu Yuanchang had already returned to Qinglin Mountain. After listening to the reports from the two managers Fan Changshun and Peng Guihe, he inspected his apprentice's schoolwork and cultivation. He had been away for forty years, and Nie Xiaomeng had already advanced to the early stage of the fourth floor. His cultivation progress was extremely fast.

"Master, you can read the book tomorrow. Please observe my violin playing skills first and see if I have made any progress."

Nie Xiaomeng poured tea for her master with a smile, then took out the huqin and started playing it.

It seems like asking her to read one more book would be a disadvantage.

When the music ended, Xu Yuanzhang tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said thoughtfully, "You are not allowed to advance to the fifth level of cultivation within a hundred years."

"Ah, why? Master, didn't you and Master Ye say that cultivation is like sailing against the current, and that we must move forward courageously and with all our strength?"

Nie Xiaomeng was a little dumbfounded, and her big eyes, which were no longer confused, widened into a circle.

Xu Yuanchang laughed and scolded, "I never said that. Your cultivation progress is too fast. It is not a good thing to have superficial mana and realm. You need a hundred years to settle and hone them. Remember, 'slow is fast'. Old Ye said that you will hardly have a bottleneck in cultivation before the fifth level. The more so, the more you have to slow down. Otherwise, when you advance to the fifth level in one go, you will pay the price for your rapid progress in the past."

"So, during this hundred years, you must calm down and study hard, recite scriptures, and do your homework, and cultivate your mind. Lu Jiuzhen's previous experience is a lesson that all of us cultivators should learn from. Reciting scriptures can remove the dust in your heart, and it is a result of accumulated efforts over time."

Nie Xiaomeng saw that her master was unusually stern when he spoke later, so she quickly bowed and responded, "I understand, Master, don't worry. Starting tomorrow, I will study hard, recite scriptures and do homework every day, and accumulate experience for at least a hundred years to lay a solid foundation before considering advancing to the fifth floor."

Xu Yuanchang was pleased and nodded, "Very good, persistence is the key."

Starting from the next day, Nie Xiaomeng read, wrote, and chanted scriptures to cleanse her mind. However, she brought her friend, whose full name is Fan Xianlin and nickname is Pang Ya, along with her, under the pretext of "sharing happiness and hardships, and enduring hardships together."

"Fat girl, your handwriting is so ugly, even uglier than the crabs under the rocks in the stream, with their teeth and claws bared."

"Don't call me by my nickname. Call me Sister Xianlin. Your handwriting...tsk tsk, it's like a crawling earthworm. You're making fun of me. Where's your face?"

"I vomit, Sister Xianlin, is it because you are so shameless?"

"..."

Xu Yuanchang was passing by outside and coughed at the right moment. You could hear a pin drop in the side hall.

Every day he would watch the wind and rain, the sunrise and sunset on the top of the mountain, meditate on the truth, feel the heaven and earth, instruct his disciples to read and recite scriptures, and teach Pang Ya a few words. He lived a leisurely life, not disturbed by the hustle and bustle of the mountain.

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

Fan Changshun brought the latest geomancy map of Dongyou Territory and a jade slip of the local language of Dongyou Territory.

Xu Yuanchang first learned the elegant language of Dongyou, and spread out several geomancy maps in the air. He had to make some preparations before setting off. He had to at least understand the general customs and practices of Dongyou. During this trip, he wanted to collect the immortal "aura" of the world of cultivation.

The last time, what was condensed in the Great Wilderness Mountains was the "fresh breeze" of the mortal world.

There are only two huge pieces of land in Dongyou Territory, and their names are straightforward and simple.

The eastern one is called the "Eastern Continent" and the western one is called the "Western Continent".

There are many large islands in the vast sea.

He quickly found the "Jinhe Palace" sign on the East Continent, and his eyes followed his fingers slowly to scan it. Suddenly, he was stunned. His hand was at the position of "Mingshanzhou", and there was a river below, called "Dachuan River".

An old and hearty voice seemed to echo in my mind.

"Famous mountains and great rivers, we'll meet again if we're lucky!"

He suddenly realized that Taoist Yanshan was waiting for him at Dachuan River in Mingshanzhou.

No wonder Old Ye was so abnormal, reminding him again and again to go to Dongyou Territory as soon as possible.

It turned out that Old Ye had met Taoist Master Yanshan a long time ago, and all the seemingly unreasonable things in the past were explained at once.

"Strange, aren't they sworn enemies who are ready to fight each other? Why are they together again?"

"They don't understand. Maybe Old Ye got beaten up so badly that he became obedient."

Xu Yuanchang did not bother to take a closer look at the geomancy map. He put away his things and hurried out the door. He said hello to his disciple who was reading at the desk in the side hall, "Xiao Meng, I have to go on a long journey. It may take a hundred years to return to the sect. You should study hard and practice, and recite scriptures every day. Don't worry me."

"Ah, Master, wait for me."

Nie Xiaomeng ran out hurriedly, followed by Fattya.

"Master, please take me with you. I will serve you tea on the way. If you get tired, I will play the violin for you."

"The master wants to travel across borders. Your current cultivation is not enough. Wait until later."

Xu Yuanchang waved his hand and flew out of the top of the mountain.

He couldn't wait even a moment longer.

On the Qinglin Mountain, two women bowed and performed great rituals to see him off.

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(End of this chapter)