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Chapter 425 Kunlun and Tianpeng (Please Subscribe)
Taizhou Mountain shines brightly in the dead of night.

From a distance, it looks as if a band of light has been cast over the massive mountain, sparkling like starlight.

And the higher you go, the more dazzling the starlight becomes. At the foot and halfway up the mountain, the stars become much dimmer.

These are the entrances to those realms on Mount Taizhou. They seem inconspicuous up close, but from a distance, their brilliance can always be seen in the darkness.

In the darkness, even though the boundary entrances at the foot and halfway up the mountain weren't particularly bright, they were still much brighter than most of the mountain area.

Only places like Golden Wind Street and Blade Valley can rival these realm entrances in the darkness.

Just like this moment.

Jinfeng Street was brightly lit at night, and from a distance it might look like a cluster of fireflies, not very eye-catching.

However, once inside, one can discover that Jinfeng Street stretches for hundreds of miles, with as many as eight intersecting streets.

Both sides are terraces and pavilions of varying heights.

Some are magnificent, some are understated and luxurious, and some resemble old thatched huts in remote mountain villages.

With its myriad styles, it may seem somewhat incongruous, but that is the true style of Taizhou Mountain.

A style that embraces all rivers.

Regardless of whether they are demons, humans, or barbarians, anyone who obtains permission from the owner of Golden Wind Street can open a shop on this street.

They sell all kinds of things.

Some are serious, some are not.

For example, the shops closest to Blade's Edge Valley.

These shops look fine individually, but together they look quite strange.

Two of them were very proper taverns and inns, where cultivators would come and go, engaging in lively discussions, sharing their experiences in different realms and secret realms, or recounting strange tales.

The other two shops were less respectable.

One of them was naturally a brothel, and it was a brothel run by the fox demon clan.

Inside, there are fox demons, as well as humans and barbarians, so it can meet the needs of all kinds of cultivators.

The other shop specializes in recycling stolen goods and corpses.

A black sign with red characters hangs at the entrance—Yinfeng Tower—it looks eerie and the environment is truly strange and bizarre.

Furthermore, most of the people coming and going here are dressed in black cloaks, looking like they are not meant to be seen, and they walk without making a sound, as if they are afraid of being watched.

At that moment, two people who had just crossed Blade's Edge Valley hurried over.

One of them happened to be dressed in black and wearing a veil, heading straight for Yin Feng Tower.

jingle.

As the door opened, the brass bells hanging on the eaves jingled.

The clear sound of the bells did not travel outside Yinfeng Tower, but only rang out inside.

The man in black closed the shop door and did not go further into the building, but simply looked around.

Upon seeing the empty lobby, with rows of red candles lit, illuminating both sides and extending to the old, dark brown counter at the back, he finally spoke in a low voice:
"Human race, three powerful beings above the fifth level of supernatural abilities."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly appeared in the previously empty hall.

The figure was tall and slender, also dressed in a black robe, and wore a mask of death on his face.

A strange smiling face is depicted on a white background with black patterns.

Within its eye sockets were a pair of eyes that seemed to hold both joy and displeasure, which brightly gazed at the newcomer as it spoke in a cheerful tone:
“Three powerful physical bodies, honored guests, rare guests, please take a seat.”

The next moment, an antique-style armchair appeared behind the man in black.

He hesitated before sitting down, his hands unconsciously resting on the armrests, clearly indicating that he rarely received such treatment before.

Upon seeing this, the strange figure wearing the mask of impermanence leaped over, tilting its head to look him up and down, and said in a somewhat urging tone:

"Take them out, take them out, let me see which realm or sect these powerful figures belong to."

This time, the man in black did not hesitate. He patted the storage artifact at his waist and placed the three corpses in the main hall.

The three corpses were all dressed in black robes, their faces pale with a hint of blood, indicating they had only recently died.

One of them was split in two from the middle.

The other two bodies were decapitated.

"Oh?"

The tall, thin man wearing the mask of death examined the three corpses one by one, his gaze settling on the one that had been split in two.

To be precise, he was looking at the ordination scars on the corpse's head.

"Buddhist monk, the Venerable Shanzhen of the Vajra Temple? A powerful being at the seventh level of supernatural abilities, very rare indeed. Excellent goods, very good indeed."

"These two next to me are no nobody either. They are the 'Wind and Thunder Staff' and the successors of the Nuo Opera School. They are both top-notch and rare talents."

After a few chuckles, the tall, thin man looked at the newcomer and asked, "You killed them? No, you couldn't have killed them with your strength."

"Tell me its origin? Was it discovered in Blade's Edge Valley?"

The newcomer nodded and said frankly, "Indeed, I didn't kill him. It must have been a young sword cultivator."

"These three followed him into the berserk phase of Blade's Edge Valley. After the berserk phase ended, we entered and found their bodies."

"I was only able to snatch their bodies because I was quick-witted and agile."

The tall, thin man scratched his head, and the smiling face on the mask of impermanence seemed to reveal a hint of contemplation.

“A young sword cultivator… there is indeed one sword cultivator who has just arrived on Golden Wind Street.”

"Sword cultivator Chen Yi? Yes, that's the name."

"He killed the Five Demons of Demon Mountain as soon as he arrived at Golden Wind Street. Unfortunately, he was too ruthless and cut them to pieces, so that they were no longer worth recycling."

Upon hearing this, the man in black exclaimed in surprise, "The Five Demons of Demon Mountain are also dead?"

"They're dead, they're dead. They were blind and messed with that sword cultivator. Hehehe, what a pity, I quite liked them, they would bring me a few excellent corpses every now and then."

The tall, thin man chuckled and chatted as he gathered up the three corpses from the ground. Then he opened his palm and took out two items:

"One Earth-grade magic treasure, or three Great Demon King Blood Cores at the Fifth Level of Divine Power. Choose for yourself."

Without hesitation, the man in black took the three blood cores and put them into his storage bag. "Transaction complete."

"Hmm? You don't want this magic weapon? It's a good thing, it can save your life."

"Please forgive me, Lord Wuchang, I have found a suitable magic weapon, but I am just missing some blood cores."

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man stopped trying to persuade him, nodded, put away the magic weapon, and sent him away.

As the bell on the eaves jingled again, he slipped away.

Only a faint echo could be heard in the hall: "Chen Yi... the corpse of such a sword cultivator prodigy should be of the highest quality."

"I really wish someone could kill him and bring his body to the Yin Feng Tower."

"Hehe... How about we, the Yin Wind Pavilion, take action?"

"No, no, business has rules. We're business people, how can we break the rules? Let's wait..."

Meanwhile, in a tavern opposite Yin Feng Tower, another martial artist who had left Blade Valley with the man in black was recounting his experiences and the dangers he had encountered, still shaken.

"You all have no idea how ruthless that sword cultivator is."

“Even the monk Shanzhen of Jingang Temple died at his hands, and the other two, Fenglei Gun and Nuoshe, were killed by him with a single sword.”

"Tsk tsk tsk, you didn't see that scene. The entrance to Blade's Edge Valley was completely destroyed."

Upon hearing his words, the beings who were drinking suddenly realized what he meant:
"A young sword cultivator?"

"Could it be the same person who just killed the Five Demons of Demon Mountain? He's upstairs in a private room drinking with Ah Lang right now."

"Who? It seems to be a sword cultivator named Chen Yi. I didn't hear clearly, but I know that his cultivation and swordsmanship are terrifyingly strong."

"If he killed the monk Shanzhen, then we underestimated his strength. Even a powerful figure at the seventh level of the Divine Power Realm was no match for him, and he even killed a sixth-level Divine Power Realm expert with a single sword strike. I estimate that he must be at least an ancestor-level figure at the seventh level of the Divine Power Realm."

"awesome."

"According to Ah Lang, he just came from the foot of the mountain and this is his first time climbing Mount Tai Zhou. His strength and talent are truly terrifying."

"But how come I've never heard of such a person before?"

The people in the tavern were talking about it, but they weren't too surprised.

On Mount Taizhou, powerful figures fall every day, and new ones rise every day; it's nothing new.

Like rumors circulating in the marketplace, it can only be used as fodder for casual conversation.

However, there are some differences.

That is, the people they talked about before were mostly weak, but now they are discussing an old monster who is suspected to be at the seventh level of supernatural powers.

"Come to think of it, I think I know who he is."

"Hmm? Tell me, what is the background of that sword cultivator?"

"Do you remember the white tiger that appeared on the 'Bridge of Heaven and Earth' a while ago? It is said that its owner was a sword cultivator who practiced the way of killing with swords."

"The killing intent of his swordsmanship was almost exactly the same as when he killed the Five Demons of Demon Mountain today."

"It's him?"

Immediately, several martial arts practitioners dressed in short clothes exchanged glances, their expressions turning serious.

"Not only that, I've also heard that he is a descendant of the ancient Daoist court, and it's said that he holds the key to unlocking the ancient Daoist court's legacy."

"Heh, how could a sword cultivator possibly obtain the inheritance of an ancient Daoist court? Even if his killing sword path has won the favor of the White Tiger Divine Will, it doesn't mean he can be called a successor of an ancient Daoist court, does it?"

"It's hard to say, because the people who spread these words are those evil bastards from 'Pure Land of Bliss'."

"You believe what they say? If he is truly the inheritor of the ancient Daoist court, then why aren't the people of 'Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss' making a move? With the arrogance and domineering nature of those villains, wouldn't they try to seize anything of value?"

"Because behind Chen Yi is Daoist Zhao from Xun Wangtian."

"Uh, I think you guys are really crazy. You even dare to have wicked ideas about Master Zhao's people. Let alone whether he really has the inheritance of the ancient Daoist court, even if he really does have it, do you think you'd have the life to take it?"

Upon hearing this, some were moved, some were disappointed, and some had gloomy faces.

That's obviously the case.

Even if Chen Yi truly possesses clues to the inheritance of the ancient Dao Court, or is indeed the inheritor of the ancient Dao Court, it is still beyond the reach of powerful beings like them with low strength.

Moreover, what that cultivator said earlier was correct.

If Chen Yi truly possesses the key to unlocking the ancient Daoist tradition, why don't the people of "Pure Land of Bliss" come after him?
Instead, they spread the news?

Given the domineering nature of that "General" Sun Xushi, such abnormal behavior would always raise suspicions.

"So, everyone, just relax and watch the show. If you really want to die, you might as well find a high-risk, high-reward secret realm to explore; you might even get some unexpected gains."

"That makes sense..."

Chen Yi, A Lang, and Yang Li, who were drinking in a private room upstairs, naturally heard all of this clearly.

"Flaming Blade" Yang Li was an outspoken man who couldn't keep secrets. His face flushed red from drinking, he asked:

"Brother Chen, people are saying you're a successor of some ancient Daoist court. Do you think that's true?"

Chen Yi glanced at him, smiled, and shook his head, saying, "It's just a rumor."

He certainly couldn't really admit it.

Putting aside the principle of "things are accomplished in secrecy," his current strength is not enough to sweep everything away, so he cannot bring trouble upon himself.

"Then why do people from the 'Pure Land of Bliss' spread such rumors? There must be some reason."

"The reason is simple. I thwarted several of 'Pure Land of Bliss' plans and even killed a few of them."

"Oh? You killed their men? How come you're still alive?"

Hearing Yang Li's offhand remark, Chen Yi chuckled, and even Ah Lang beside him couldn't help but laugh, saying:

"Old Yang, what you said is really interesting."

"Yi-ge'er is alive now because of his great strength; anyone else would have died long ago."

"And as you just heard, Yi-ge'er is now a member of Xun Wangtian's group. Even the generals and others from 'Pure Land of Bliss' won't easily come knocking on their door, so they can only resort to crooked methods."

"They're spreading rumors that Yi-ge'er has some ancient Taoist inheritance key, hoping that those brainless people will come knocking on his door and cause him trouble."

"Like this time, wasn't that monk Shanzhen from the Vajra Temple killed by Yi-ge'er?"

Yang Li nodded in realization, then shook his head and sighed, "..."
“Brother Chen is highly skilled; it is indeed impossible for anyone else to attract the conspiracy and schemes of the Pure Land of Bliss.”

Chen Yi smiled and didn't continue the topic.

While drinking, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally upwards.

In fact, ever since he set foot on Mount Taizhou.

The realm that had previously given him guidance became clearer, and according to the map, it should be a realm called "Kunlun".

According to the Xunwangtian map, the Kunlun Realm was the Daoist temple of a certain immortal in ancient times.

However, with the fall of that immortal, that realm is now extremely dangerous, and even powerful beings at the eighth level of supernatural abilities risk death if they venture deep inside.

Chen Yi wasn't too worried about this.

The more dangerous a place is, the more likely it is to contain the secret realm of the ancient Taoist court.

However, he was still unsure whether that realm was Xun Wangtian's destination.

"By the way, which realm are we going to in this secret realm?"

After a few rounds of drinks, Chen Yi asked A Lang via telepathy, "The secret realm will only open in about ten days. Is it still possible for us to make it there in time?"

Ah Lang put down his wine gourd and said with a smile, "That realm is called the Weak Water Realm, and there is a marshal's mansion inside it."

"The secret realm we're going to is deep within that mansion, which is said to be called 'Tianpeng,' a cave dwelling left behind by an immortal from an ancient Taoist court."

The Realm of Weak Water, Marshal, Tianpeng Mansion?
Chen Yi's expression remained normal, but he felt extremely strange inside.

The residence of Marshal Tianpeng, Pigsy (Zhu Bajie)?
In addition to the previous saviors of humanity, such as Taiyi, Kunlun, and Tianpeng...

So the ancient Taoist court was—the Heavenly Court?
"Perhaps it's just a coincidence..."

(End of this chapter)