Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Under the cover of night, gray fog fell like a fine drizzle.

The entire old town was shrouded in gray fog, and the vast land was dotted with yellowish lights.

The events that occurred during the day did not cause a major uproar in Old Town.

Chen Huangpi used the Void-Piercing Divine Sword to pave the way.

That was incredibly impressive.

However, the older generation of the Tai Sui sect quietly suppressed the matter.

Although he couldn't control the sword formation to break into the forbidden zone, he could easily downplay certain things.

Throughout the entire Old State, the cultivators subconsciously overlooked the matter of Chen Huangpi, the leader of the Tai Sui Sect.

This does not mean that the Tai Sui Sect intends to manipulate the consciousness of cultivators.

For them, this is a form of protection.

The bronze oil lamp has a major problem.

However, there is still no concrete answer to this question.

We must be on guard, and we cannot afford not to be.

However, there are some impacts.

This was something that none of the four sword masters of the Tai Sui Sect had anticipated.

Or rather, even Chen Huangpi didn't realize it.

In the darkness of night, the old town was sparsely populated.

And in a dilapidated temple somewhere.

Zhao Bainian, a young sword cultivator who had just finished his rotation, was drinking and chatting happily with the old madman.

Zhao Bainian was one of the cultivators stationed on that stone sword.

He's very close to becoming an immortal.

He is a somewhat famous genius swordsman.

"Old madman, let me tell you, I have a feeling that something big has happened today."

Zhao Bainian picked up his wine gourd with suspicion and whispered, "But no matter how I think about it, I can't remember. Could it be that I've been trying to break through to the Immortal Realm lately and have gone a little crazy?"

Opposite him was the old madman wearing a straw hat and with a limp.

The old madman was dressed in tattered clothes.

He's not actually crazy; he just keeps saying crazy things that make people laugh, which is why people who know him call him "Old Crazy."

His cultivation level barely reached the realm of immortals.

His potential has long been exhausted, but his knowledge and experience are still astonishing.

So whenever Zhao Bainian had something he didn't understand, he always liked to chat with this old madman.

At this moment, the old madman was somewhat drunk and confused.

"Mediocre people trouble themselves; cultivation begins with cultivating the mind. If the mind is not settled, everything is like a mirage and cannot last long."

"Hey, you old madman, your cultivation isn't that great, but you've got a whole repertoire of theories."

Zhao Bainian chuckled, took a big gulp of wine, and said, "I'm only six times away from reaching the extreme of Yang. The end of the cataclysmic change in the world is just a matter of a few hundred years. I'm just thinking of breaking through to the Immortal realm as soon as possible so I can go and try my luck on the Heavenly River Battlefield."

"The spiritual energy in the Heavenly River Battlefield is abundant, offering a chance to become a true immortal."

"If I become a true immortal, I will be able to find the person who hurt you and settle your score, and avenge you."

His parents went to the Tianhe battlefield four hundred years ago.

At first, some news came in, but later only some relics were sent back.

The old madman and he were close friends despite their age difference.

Naturally, I wanted to stand up for the other person.

He had personally witnessed the old madman's head, hidden under his straw hat, being ripped off in large chunks. The wound had never healed and he could only conceal it with the straw hat.

The old madman lay on the ground, found a comfortable position, and said impatiently, "The Tianhe Battlefield is not a good place. If you go there, with your skills, you will probably die ten times over. You should stay in Jiuzhou and hide."

Zhao Bainian chuckled and said, "You old madman, the way you talk makes it sound like you've been to the Tianhe Battlefield."

"Of course I've been to the old madman's place."

"I just patrolled around and didn't find any opponents, so I came back to watch this territory for someone else."

"When it comes to bragging, you're the best."

Zhao Bainian filled the old madman's broken bowl to the brim and said in a sarcastic tone, "Although you are an immortal, you are seriously injured. I'm afraid you can't even beat me, yet you're patrolling the Heavenly River Battlefield."

"What's wrong, little one? Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you, of course I believe you. Take me with you on the next patrol, so I can show off a bit too."

"That won't do, your cultivation level is too weak."

The old madman didn't even bother to serve the wine. He just tilted his head to the ground and started sipping it, mumbling incoherently, "If a fight breaks out, I won't be able to take care of you at all."

"Besides, your talent isn't good either."

"I have no special opportunities in this life, so I can only reach the level of an immortal."

"Get married as soon as possible and have a big, healthy son to carry on the family line. Then I, the old madman, will personally take your child as my apprentice and teach him swordsmanship."

"Who knows, your Zhao family might produce a true immortal."

Hearing this from Zhao Bainian's mouth made him a little unhappy.

He yelled, "You old madman, you're not a sword cultivator, what do you know about swordsmanship? If I had a child, I would definitely make him join the Tai Sui Sect. No, I would add an extra word to prevent me from having children."

"It's better for me to become a true immortal than for my child to become one."

"I'll go worship the Tai Sui sect another day."

"What are you praying for?"

The old madman sneered, "The Tai Sui Cult is going to be in big trouble. If you join now, you'll be getting up early but arriving late. There's no such logic in the world."

Zhao Bainian said unhappily, "Old madman, your mouth is really annoying. The Tai Sui Sect is one of the three major sects of my Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. Where did this big trouble come from!"

"Does anyone else dare to attack?"

At this point, Zhao Bainian suddenly had a brain fart and subconsciously said, "Don't say that, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and the Tai Sui Sect are at odds, it's possible that..."

"impossible."

The old madman waved his hand irritably: "That gray fog isolates us from all directions. The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in the Southern Province, and the Tai Sui Sect is in the Northern Province. We're in the far south and the far north. Where are we supposed to fight? This isn't like before the cataclysmic changes in the world."

"So what's the big problem you're talking about?"

"Don't ask everything. In short, don't go to the Tai Sui Sect unless you have to."

The old madman lowered his voice and said, "Especially that kid, I feel like I've seen his face somewhere before, but when I think about it carefully, I can't remember where I've seen him before."

"And his broken sword, it's weird."

"What's so strange about this?"

"Even I can't figure out where he came from. Isn't that strange enough?"

The old madman, too lazy to say anything more, closed his eyes and fell fast asleep, still sipping his drink in his sleep—what a drunken, crazy old man!

If the four sword masters of the Tai Sui Sect were to hear these words at this moment, they would surely be greatly alarmed.

Because this old madman was completely unaffected.

I remember it perfectly clearly.

In fact, the old madman was also very puzzled.

Chen Huangpi searched through his entire memory but couldn't find anyone who looked similar.

But the more I looked at his appearance, the more he seemed to resemble someone I knew.

To be precise, it's not about appearance.

It's not so much the temperament, but rather some subtle, easily overlooked habits.

It's like spending years with an old friend and being influenced by them.

What puzzled the old madman the most was...

He tried to trace the origins of dried tangerine peel through the river of time.

But they discovered that the river of time had been stirred up not long ago.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else.

In short, it's possible to achieve this level of accomplishment.

It's obvious without even thinking that it must be one of those familiar faces.

We just don't know who did it.

At this moment, Zhao Bainian saw that the old madman was sleeping soundly, and he was too lazy to talk about the day's events anymore.

There's really nothing to talk about.

His current pursuit is to break through to the level of an immortal.

They reached the realm of immortals.

The choice is between joining the Tai Sui Cult or heading to the Tianhe Battlefield.

Zhao began to meditate with his eyes closed.

The sword energy within his body was constantly circulating. As a sword cultivator who was only one step away from becoming an immortal, nothing was more important than nurturing his own magical sword and comprehending his own sword path.

However, the more one cultivates...

Zhao Bainian felt something was off.

"Why do I feel so extremely..." when I comprehend the way of the sword today?

“Extremely…”

Zhao Bainian used the word "extremely" several times, but he couldn't quite describe the strange feeling.

It was as if his own swordsmanship had become somewhat rusty.

No, it should be said that the sword's heart is clouded.

That inexplicable irritability made him feel unwell.

So he stopped his spiritual practice.

But as soon as I opened my eyes, I was startled.

Because the old madman, who had been sleeping soundly just moments before, had somehow sat up and was squinting at him.

His gaze was extremely sharp.

It was as if he had seen through himself inside and out.

"You old madman, you..."

"Don't talk, continue."

The old madman's voice was filled with an air of absolute authority.

Zhao Bainian hesitated for a moment, then, realizing that the old madman wouldn't harm him, he continued to close his eyes and cultivate.

But how can one cultivate if their sword heart is clouded by dust?

So Zhao Bainian gritted his teeth and persevered for a while longer. He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard the old madman's voice, which couldn't hide his surprise, say: "Alright, open your eyes."

"Old madman, what's wrong with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

The old madman looked up at the roof of the dilapidated temple, frowned and said, "The upheaval in the world is about to end. A new world is replacing the old one, and many old things will no longer work."

Through those broken corners, Zhao Bainian saw the endless gray fog in the sky.

He said dismissively, "Old madman, I haven't been cultivating for long, don't try to fool me. The changes in the world haven't ended yet, how can the sword path be no longer effective?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't the Tai Sui Cult be banished to the mortal realm?"

"Changes in the laws of nature have nothing to do with cultivation level."

The old madman stood up and said to Zhao Bainian, "You wait here. I'm going to inspect the other old prefectures to see how big the impact really is."

After saying that, the old madman took the wine gourd hanging from Zhao Bainian's waist.

He limped out of the dilapidated temple while drinking.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Bainian immediately chased after him.

You can go out and take a look.

There was no trace of the old madman, only a thin layer of gray mist.

Zhao Bainian shouted helplessly, "Old madman, you've drunk yourself into a stupor. You're holding my wine gourd, not my bronze oil lamp."

However, he wasn't too worried about the old madman.

Because the old madman had said similar crazy things before, he would often return to the dilapidated temple early the next morning.

It only takes a day to cross Old State and return.

Even thinking about it seems impossible.

Even a true immortal would need three or four days, because at night they could only find a safe place to stay, and who knows what dangers they would encounter if they flew around randomly.

As for whether what this old madman said could be true.

Zhao had thought about this a hundred years ago.

But as his cultivation level grew stronger, he realized it was all nonsense.

If what the old madman said is true...

What level of existence would it take to do that?

……

Meanwhile, on the other side is the eastern state of Dodo.

This place is also known as Jietiandaozhou.

It is the headquarters of the Jietian Sect.

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world, the Jietian Sect was undoubtedly the most powerful force in Dongdao Prefecture.

Among the three religions, it often ranks first.

Of course, that was when the Nine-Leaving Bell was still in use.

The eastern state was also separated by gray fog, but only by one-fifth of the area; the rest remained the same size.

Looking down from the sky.

You can see an incredibly strange sight.

A dim ray of light stretched across the sky above the entire Dongdo State.

This ray of light is like the lines on a chessboard; if you look at it from a different angle, you can see countless rays of light intertwining in the air.

It covers the entire host state.

Where all the light intersects and converges, that is precisely where the gray fog tide gathers.

Under the cover of night, an old man wearing a straw hat and tattered clothes came here.

This old man was none other than the old madman.

The old madman glanced at the thin threads expressionlessly and casually fiddled with them.

Then you can see countless fine lines vibrating in unison at that moment.

Then, the true face of Dongdoju emerged from this chessboard-like structure composed of countless fine lines.

The monks came and went.

The monks here cultivate everything.

Some practiced the Heavenly Worshiping Cult, some practiced swordsmanship, and some practiced other random things.

As for the cultivators of the Jietian Sect...

Then you can't even see them at all.

However, the old madman was too lazy to bother those unrelated juniors.

He came to inspect the old town, not to kill people.

After taking in the situation of all the cultivators in the Eastern Province, the old madman said in a low voice, "The Eastern Province is unaffected, and the Southern Province is the same. It's really strange..."

Even in Beidao Prefecture, only a small portion of sword cultivators have their sword hearts clouded.

The situation isn't too serious.

As for himself...

"How come I didn't notice the change in swordsmanship..."

"Logically, this shouldn't be the case..."

"If there were any changes in the way of the sword, I should have noticed them immediately."

"Could it be that my swordsmanship hasn't been altered?"

The old madman frowned and turned to walk towards the old state where the Tai Sui Sect was located.

……

At this moment.

Inside the main hall of the Tai Sui sect.

Chen Huangpi was fast asleep, using the gold and silver horns as a pillow.

The main hall was extremely safe, and no one would bother him. The four sword masters treated Chen Huangpi like a cult leader, fearing that their new cult leader might have a change of heart and run away.

Throughout the entire world, only Chen Huangpi, having reached the realm of immortals, still has the need to sleep.

Only he could sleep soundly in the most central hall of the Tai Sui Sect.

While fast asleep, Chen Huangpi was talking in his sleep.

"Jingxian Temple is mine!"

"The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is also mine. I have the right to inherit it legally. The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed!"

"Ah! You treacherous officials are actually plotting a rebellion!" "Huang Er, where is my trusted minister Huang Er! Quickly, roast them all to death!"

These sleep-talkings are very strange.

It was accompanied by a grinding, creaking sound.

Of course, the grinding sound wasn't made by Chen Huangpi, but by Yinjiao.

Silver Horn was gnawing on his elder brother's horn.

While munching on the meat, drooling, he mumbled in his sleep, "Big brother, your meat smells so good..."

Golden Horn was snoring. It had eaten too many evil things back then and still hadn't fully digested them. It was easier for it to absorb those powers while it was asleep.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn, the sons of Di Ting.

In reality, it was just a three- or four-year-old cub.

Sleep talking, teeth grinding, and snoring echoed throughout the main hall.

The brass oil lamp was seething with hatred.

"Damn it, Chen Huangpi alone is enough to give me a headache, and now they've added those two idiots, Jinjiao and Yinjiao. Do they really think I'm their babysitter?"

The brass oil lamp never went to sleep.

Even if it's not necessary, it's still to remind those around Chen Huangpi of the dangers.

To be honest, the brass oil lamp was wary of any cultivator other than its own people, even those from the Tai Sui Sect.

It is never short of malicious speculation about others.

Suddenly...

In his dream, Chen Huangpi cried out in panic, "I only wanted to build a big house for my master to live in, why do you all want to throw me into the Heavenly Prison? Huang Er, Huang Er, save me!"

"I am not a foolish ruler! Everything must be based on my will!!"

The brass oil lamp sighed upon hearing this: "You look quite imposing during the day, but when you're asleep, you're still the same old rascal. Oh, my dear family, I really hope you never grow up again."

"What's so good about growing up?"

"The older you get, the more sorrowful you become."

"How dare I let others know the troubles I'm going through?"

"I wonder where that bastard Huang Yi is. I clearly sensed his presence; he should be in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty too."

Even brass oil lamps have their own sorrows.

Its power is not in itself, nor does it dare to summon it back.

Although the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty seems to be relatively peaceful now, and is protected by Tai Sui, the brass oil lamp knows very well that the dangers here are incomparable to those in the human world.

In the human world, there is only one person who cut off his hand and was close to the Dao, and the key point is that he didn't cause any trouble.

No matter how powerful the Mud Buddha was, it was still completely outmaneuvered by the abbot long ago.

But when the Great Qian Dynasty arrived...

The abbot truly couldn't bear to look at Chen Huangpi anymore.

In other words, Chen Huangpi's only reliance was actually the brass oil lamp.

The others are willing but unable to do so now.

The brass oil lamp knows its own story. Don't be fooled by how easily it speaks during the day; it can transform into other people's appearances and take Chen Huangpi to wander freely in his memories.

But memories are ultimately just memories.

In reality, its combat power is not even as good as that of an ordinary immortal.

It's only by relying on the special skills of various treasures that they can play a certain role.

"If I can find Huang Yi, I'd even bow down to him!"

"That damn Huang Yi, where did he run off to?"

The brass oil lamp was eager to find Huang Yi. Before leaving, the abbot had said that he should remember to bring Huang Yi back, because he would be of great use when Chen Huangpi turned eighteen.

Leaving aside the future, let's talk about the present.

The Golden Sky Lantern is, after all, one of the top three most powerful treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple in terms of combat strength.

With it protecting the way, the brass oil lamp felt more secure.

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp looked at Chen Huangpi, patted his back, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of in nightmares. Clan member, with me, Huang Er, here, I will protect you."

A long time ago, so long ago that even the brass oil lamp could hardly remember.

Chen Huangpi always has nightmares.

That's how we coaxed them back then.

Sure enough, Chen Huangpi calmed down quickly.

However, the brass oil lamp did not see that a faint white light was shining through Chen Huangpi's tightly closed eyes.

This is a sight that only the Fox Mountain God can see.

It wouldn't work with anyone else.

Within that white light, many characters appeared and disappeared.

If the Fox Mountain God were here, he would surely cry out in surprise, for this time the words in the white light encompassed far more than the last time.

It's not just the swordsmanship of Old Man Taiyi.

There's also the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the sword formation of the Tai Sui Sect, and the method of refining the Void Refining Technique, which seems to be sword refining but is actually a strange method of alchemy.

Even the Du family...

The strange flying boat of the Du family deviated from the normal way of weapon crafting for cultivators, and the mechanical contraption was also covered by these words.

……

at the same time.

Within the Sword Formation Dao Fruit World of the Tai Sui Sect.

Feng Jianxing sat cross-legged in the cave with a bitter expression on his face.

It's called a cave dwelling, but it's actually just a cave dug in the mountains.

He placed his magic sword on his knees.

This sword has the same design as the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

"Without the blood of Tai Sui, what difference is there between me living and being dead?"

Feng Jianxing absorbed the corrupted blood of Tai Sui and transformed into the Sword Demon.

At that time, although his cultivation had not broken through to the True Immortal realm, he already possessed the combat power of a True Immortal.

After Chen Huangpi extracted the blood of the Tai Sui from his body.

Along with Feng Jianxing and several other disciples, they completely lost the blood of Tai Sui.

When the blood of the Tai Sui is introduced into the body, the original drop of blood will also be contaminated.

Feng Jianxing's cultivation level is declining.

He just didn't want to talk about it during the day.

There are nine levels of immortality, just as he has fallen from the peak of immortality to the sixth level.

At that moment, a voice rang out from outside the cave.

"Junior brother, I've come to see you."

As they were talking, Lin Daoning and several other disciples who had transformed into sword demons and then returned to normal walked in.

The expressions of these people were extremely gloomy.

Feng Jianxing stood up to greet them, his face expressionless, and asked, "Why have you fellow disciples visited so late at night?"

"What else could it be? Naturally, I'm afraid you'll go to extremes."

Lin Daoning said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, you should prepare to disperse your cultivation and leave your spiritual energy in the sect."

Feng Jianxing asked, "What, is Senior Brother here to stop me, or perhaps to enlighten me?"

Lin Daoning laughed and said, "Not really, it's just that I think this place is nice. If we all disperse our energy together, the spiritual energy will be more concentrated, which will also make it easier for the other junior brothers to cultivate."

The methods taught by Tai Sui can be learned by others, but they cannot be used effectively.

And they are in the same boat now. Naturally, they don't want to be called disciples of the Tai Sui Sect in the sect, but be unable to do what disciples of the Tai Sui Sect can do.

These people are all sword cultivators.

They all possess their own pride and are unwilling to see their own cultivation decline.

Rather than doing that, it's better to just give up.

Feng Jianxing frowned and said, "I lost my power because the only thing I'm good at is the Tai Sui Three Absolute Killing Formation. But you are different. You are more talented than me and can teach other junior brothers. There's no need for you to do something foolish with me."

He is like that himself, yet he cannot bear to see others do the same.

Another disciple behind Lin Daoning stepped forward and sneered, "You can do it, but I can't? This cultivation of immortality, isn't it all about finding the true path to enlightenment?"

"With such a heart, how can I live a life of dishonor!"

"That sword is the shadow of the Tai Sui Killing Sword, not the Tai Sui Killing Sword itself."

"The blood of Tai Sui is probably going to disappear completely from now on."

"When we returned to the sect today, in the sword formation composed of ten thousand sword lights, I could only follow behind. I had to use all my strength to avoid being left behind. I couldn't stand this feeling."

"You have to endure it even if you can't stand it."

Suddenly, an old voice rang out out of nowhere.

Feng Jianxing and the others were startled and subconsciously bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master Tai'a Sword."

The Tai'a Sword Master, dressed in a black robe with gold thread stitching, said with a dark face, "You little brats, I was the one who lured you into the Tai Sui Sect back then, and now you want to dispel your power at the slightest disagreement, sigh..."

"How can I possibly say anything to you?"

"How am I supposed to explain this to your parents?"

"Sword Master, your disciples are all orphans..."

"Once you join the Tai Sui Cult, you're no longer one."

The Tai'a Sword Master said irritably, "I am here to look after you on behalf of your parents, and the other disciples are your brothers and sisters. The old sect leader once said that the way of the sword formation is to protect you children."

"What, you're disbanding your sect today, are you going to quit tomorrow?"

"Some people say that our Tai Sui Cult is a den of thieves. Yes, I'll tell you today that it really is a den of thieves."

At this point, the Master of the Tai'a Sword sneered, "Once you enter this den of thieves, you won't be able to leave. Not a single one of you will escape."

Feng Jianxing was about to speak.

The Tai'a Sword Master interrupted him directly, saying, "You brat, stop talking nonsense. Your master is busy and doesn't have time to come and scold you personally. I'll pass on a message for you and for all of you."

"Don't worry."

"We four old folks are already thinking about the matter of the blood of the Grand Duke Jupiter."

"We've come up with a workaround, so let's just wait and see."

The four, including the Master of Tai'a Sword, were actually stationed at the Five Elements Sword Peak.

They knew everything that happened within the Tai Sui Sect, except for what happened inside the main hall.

However, he certainly wouldn't tell his disciples about this.

This also saves the disciples from being frightened.

The so-called blood of Tai Sui is a solution that is not a solution at all.

Naturally, it should be placed on the new leader's Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

The ritual of communicating with the Tai Sui Killing Sword and praying for the blood of Tai Sui is used to communicate with the Dongxu Divine Sword.

If it succeeds, new blood of the Tai Sui will be born.

However, the four sword masters did not expect that Feng Jianxing and the others would be so stubborn, having the idea of ​​disbanding their skills as soon as they returned to the sect. These were all good children, whom they had watched grow up.

Naturally, I rushed over and told them about this method in advance.

Feng Jianxing looked ashamed: "This disciple has disappointed the four sword masters. This disciple should not have gone to such extremes. Right now, the sect is preparing to awaken the old sect leader, and we are waiting for..."

“Your affairs are also affairs.”

The Tai'a Sword Master's gaze swept over the group, and he said calmly, "The matter of the old sect leader is a major issue, but aren't yours as important as his? Even if the old sect leader were to wake up, he would surely think the same way."

"The Tai Sui sect doesn't have so many underhanded dealings."

"There's not that much tolerating for peace."

"Come, take a look at this new Taoist robe."

As he spoke, he took out several black Taoist robes that were the same style as Chen Huangpi's.

Lin Daoning touched the brand-new Taoist robe, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, and an abacus appeared in his hand out of thin air.

This was especially true for Feng Jianxing and others.

In addition to each disciple carrying a sword for life-and-death cultivation, the disciples of the Tai Sui Sect also each carry an abacus.

He is known as the most business-savvy among sword cultivators.

"No, this Taoist robe looks quite nice, but without that person's endorsement, it won't fetch a good price."

"Senior Brother Lin is right. If we don't build a reputation, the cultivators won't buy into it."

Feng Jianxing's eyes gleamed with a strange light: "Let's say we were looking through the ancient texts and found that that being wore this kind of Taoist robe when he was young, and we've cleverly created this excuse..."

"If I remember correctly, that being and the old cult leader made such an agreement back then."

"But now the world has changed drastically, and spiritual energy is precious. We can't just make money as a family; that goes against the principles of our religion."

"Stockpiling! Stockpiling ahead of schedule!"

"The upheavals in nature will eventually end, and then we can dump the goods."

"Several hundred years will pass quickly."

The disciples, who had just been so proud and aloof, were now talking amongst themselves, completely devoid of any trace of swordsmanship. They were clearly a group of madmen with their minds full of business.

Upon seeing this, the Master of the Tai'a Sword stroked his beard and quietly disappeared from the cave.

Five Elements Sword Peak.

It was originally the sword peak where Taiyizi was stationed.

The four sword masters gathered here.

Feng Jianxing and the others have their business to attend to, but they should stop the work of guiding the old cult leader if it doesn't interfere with that.

"The sect leader learned swordsmanship from Taiyi Zi, but it's unknown whether he can be compatible with this sword peak."

"If it cannot be activated, then we must force it, using the Void Realm as an opportunity to break into the gray mist and find the old sect leader."

"If we can work together, the four of us won't need to each cut off a portion of ourselves."

The four sword masters exchanged opinions, discussed, and finalized how the matter should proceed.

Of course, this was before Chen Huangpi arrived.

This matter had actually been planned for a long time, but when he arrived, he brought with him the shadow of the Tai Sui Killing Sword, saving a lot of effort.

There are more than just these four True Immortals within the Tai Sui Sect.

Others slumber within the sword formation.

Many are trying to find a way to match this last sword peak, which is the Geng Metal Killing Formation in the Five Elements Sword Formation.

……

The next morning.

Chen Huangpi yawned and stretched.

Ever since he went to Jiuzhou, he has been refining his Void Realm cultivation and hasn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

"Huang Er, I had a dream last night."

Chen Huangpi excitedly said, "I dreamed that I became the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, ruling over all directions. Many people admired and respected me, and built a huge palace for me."

"It's several times bigger than the Jingxian Temple!"

"Huh? It's several times bigger than the Pure Immortal Temple?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp imagined for a moment, then scratched its head and said, "It doesn't seem that big..."

Chen Huangpi said, "It's already very big, and the tiles of my palace are made of gold. It's just that those treacherous officials insist on calling me a tyrant and want to throw me into prison. It makes me so angry!"

At this point, Chen Huangpi was filled with anger.

The dream he had yesterday was incredibly comforting, but the latter half of it really annoyed him.

The brass oil lamp sneered, "Family member, your dream is no good. You only dare to replace the tiles with gold when you dream of building a palace. If it were me, I would definitely build a palace with Shoushan copper."

"That won't work."

"why?"

"Because the copper from Shoushan is too hard, it would be very tiring for me to make it into tiles."

Upon hearing this, the brass lamp was speechless.

So you built this palace yourself...

Golden Horn agreed, saying, "Shoushan copper is very hard, Yellow Skin Father, you should use gold to make tiles, gold is very soft."

Silver Horn tilted his head and said, "Yellow-skinned father, why did you build yourself a palace in your dream, and why did people say you were a tyrant?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "Because I'm unwilling to pay myself wages!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Huangpi suddenly paused for a moment.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

"Huh, why is my temple golden?"

Chen Huangpi saw that within his spleen, endless golden essence was forging a temple, which had already faintly taken shape.

And there's something else in there.

The object resembled a stone tablet, upon which many characters constantly flashed. (End of Chapter)