Chapter 20 Elder Li Ruoyu
After Yang Zhu left Zhuque City, the domain gate opened frequently in the next few days. The geniuses of the Eastern Wilderness and some important figures came one after another, all wanting to see Yang Zhu.

Especially those top forces, holy places such as Yaoguang, Yaochi, and even the ancient families, all have big figures coming.

They all wanted to extend an olive branch in an attempt to win over Yang Zhu, and even if it failed, it would at least express their goodwill.

If the Holy Body grows up, it will be hard to find an opponent at the same level. If they join them, it will greatly enhance their strength and confidence.

No matter which force it is, no one would want to miss this great opportunity.

Unfortunately, when they arrived, Yang Zhu had already left, which made them feel sorry.

"It's too late after all. Let's go back."

As soon as the strong men from the big sect stepped out of the domain gate, they learned that Yang Zhu had left, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Zhuque City is not small in scale, but compared with the entire Eastern Wilderness, it is just a drop in the ocean. It is not even famous enough to attract those big people to stay.

There are two reasons why Yang Zhu has been so strong in the past two days.

First, it was the Yin Yang Cult that attacked him first, sending a large number of people to kill him. Besides, they were not good people to begin with, so this could be considered as getting rid of harm to the people.

As the son of the emperor, isn't it unreasonable for him to be hunted down so casually by the Yin-Yang Sect?

Another reason was that his realm was growing too fast, and he wanted to find some people to practice with so that he could have a deeper understanding of his own strength.

Wei State was very far away from Yang Zhu, often hundreds of thousands of miles away. With his speed, it would take him many years to catch up.

Therefore, Yang Zhu chose to leave from the domain gate of Suzaku City.

The field of the domain gate surged, and Yang Zhu was instantly teleported to a huge city a million miles away.

Without stopping, he walked out of the city gate and went straight towards Taixuan Gate.

Two days later, Yang Zhu stood facing the wind, and in front of him was the gate of Taixuanmen.

The Taixuan Sect is very famous, and at its peak in the past, its strength was enough to rank among the top 100 in the Eastern Wilderness. It is a rare powerful force that has been passed down for more than ten thousand years.

Inside the mountain gate, the terrain is vast. Among the endless fairy mountains, there are 108 main peaks, representing 108 kinds of inheritance. It is the fundamental reason for the long-lasting prosperity of Taixuanmen.

Legend has it that Zhuofeng has inherited a kind of magic that has unpredictable powers that make all the holy places jealous.

Outsiders don’t know what it is, but as a time traveler, Yang Zhu knows it very well.

The so-called immortal art is none other than the secret of "Jie" (all characters), one of the nine secrets!

The "Jie" character secret was created by the Emperor, which can instantly increase all the attributes of the user by ten times, including the soul, speed, combat power, etc.

With such terrifying power, it is impossible not to make people jealous.

Yang Zhu only stood here for a moment before several divine rainbows rushed out from the mountain gate and came closer.

Those middle-aged men seemed to be elders, and their realms were not weak.

They sensed a strange aura from a long distance away, so they came up to check it out.

Yang Zhu was dressed in white, his aura was completely concealed, but the space around his body still had ripples, which was a manifestation of his affinity with the Tao.

These elders were quite powerful and had seen a lot of things. They knew immediately that the young man standing in front of them might be of some importance.

"Who are you? Do you have anything to do in Taixuan Sect?"

Therefore, they did not dare to be too serious and asked in a low voice.

"I would like to meet Senior Li Ruoyu of Zhuofeng."

Yang Zhu stated his purpose directly. Upon hearing this, the elders looked at each other with different expressions in their eyes.

Zhuo Peak is the most declining branch among the 108 peaks of Taixuan Sect. Li Ruoyu, the master of Zhuo Peak, has always been mediocre.

But some time ago, he suddenly realized the great way of nature, and his cultivation level increased to an unfathomable level in an instant.

Zhuofeng became extremely popular from that day on. It had been unable to recruit disciples for several years, but overnight all the disciples from other Xingfengs wanted to become its disciples.

These days, many outsiders have wanted to pay a visit, but without exception they were turned away by Taixuan Sect. If we let anyone in at random, how would that be?
"Please follow us."

As for Yang Zhu, they thought for a moment and decided to bring him in. They had no idea of ​​Yang Zhu's status, so they did this to avoid offending him.

Moreover, they all agreed that even if Yang Zhu had ill intentions, he would not be able to cause any trouble within the Taixuan Sect.

"Thank you."

After expressing his gratitude, Yang Zhu followed the group of elders and headed towards Zhuofeng.

As Yang Zhu went deeper and deeper, what came into view were majestic and spectacular fairy mountains. They were so high that they reached into the clouds. Most of them were hidden above the white clouds, so their entire appearance could not be seen clearly.

The fairy mountain is surrounded by shining stars, each one as dazzling as the sun, floating up and down, revealing magnificent new brilliance, forming a Milky Way-like star belt surrounding the star peak.

Yang Zhu secretly sighed, it was indeed a behemoth that had been passed down for thousands of years, its strength was unfathomable.

The group stopped in front of a fairy mountain. At this moment, there was silence ahead, and it was very desolate. The mountain gate under the main peak was overgrown with weeds.

Two disciples were guarding the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain. Both of them had just joined Zhuofeng a few days ago.

Since Li Ruoyu reached a high level, this wise old man did not recruit disciples as many times as other peak masters.

Just like before, he adheres to Zhuofeng's usual style and acts in a low-key manner.

There were many disciples who wanted to become his disciples, so he accepted a few of them under pressure.

"We'll just drop you off here, and you can go up on your own."

After saying this, several elders rode the divine rainbow and continued to perform their duties.

Going up the stone steps, there was still a hint of life in the broken thorns on the roadside, obviously someone had taken care of it not long ago.

At this moment, a stooped and trembling old man walked out of a dilapidated palace on the mountain and walked down.

"You are not here for the test, are you?" The old man said with cloudy eyes.

Yang Zhu knew this person's identity without having to guess. He was exactly the person he was looking for.

"No, I have other purposes."

Yang Zhu bowed and saluted. The old man in front of him stepped forward regardless of his own danger when the crisis came.

This kind of courage and broad-mindedness makes him one of the people Yang Zhu admires most.

"Then what is the purpose of your visit?"

"I don't want to hide it. I'm here for the Nine Secrets."

Yang Zhu stated his purpose directly. Although it was presumptuous, he did not want to beat around the bush.

"Well, come with me."

Li Ruoyu was not surprised, his expression did not change at all, as if he had already guessed it.

He turned and walked up the mountain, and Yang Zhu followed him slowly.

"You are very similar to Ye Fan, but not the same. You have something more than him, and it is purer."

Li Ruoyu spoke, and Yang Zhu, who was following beside him, nodded without denying it.

What he was referring to was naturally the physiques of Yang Zhu and Ye Fan.

"Two great saints and a great world are really coming..."

When saying this, Yang Zhu clearly felt a hint of sadness in his tone.

With old man Li Ruoyu's wisdom and understanding of nature, he could have anticipated some things.

"Can I ask where you are from?"

"Purple Mountain."

When Yang Zhu said these two words, Li Ruoyu's cloudy eyes became clear, and even his hunched body seemed to straighten up a little.

(End of this chapter)

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