Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Barren and dilapidated.

The valley was covered with tall wild grass, and the gnarled roots of the trees broke through the buildings.

The blue bricks, eaves, and roof tiles were all covered with moss.

The mountain peaks, like sharp swords, point straight to the sky.

The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is located on the highest sword peak. The top of this sword peak has been flattened, and sword light occasionally flashes by. If you look closely, the cultivators in the sword light cannot hide their worries.

It was as if something major had happened.

At the foot of this mountain.

Chen Huangpi tugged at his straw hat, his face full of confusion. Is this the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?
The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, which claims to be able to compete with the Tai Sui Sect for the title of number one in swordsmanship.

It's completely different from what he imagined.

"He's practically a penniless wretch!"

The brass oil lamp spoke bluntly, saying to the old madman beside him, "The Tai Sui Sect looks like a great sect, so how come the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has become such a mess?"

"The Tai Sui sect has been around for so many years, yet there's still no one who's nearly at the level of Tao sitting in charge!"

"Old madman, haven't you been secretly taking care of them all these years?"

Hearing this, the old madman hesitated before saying, "There are some things I can't do myself. Although I'm sure I'm secretly taking care of things, haven't you noticed that the spiritual energy here is even thinner?"

"Hey, it's true."

The brass oil lamp sniffed and said in surprise, "How can the spiritual energy in Nandao Prefecture be so much worse than that in the wilderness of Beijian Prefecture?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi finally noticed the difference in Nandao Prefecture.

It was one thing to not feel any spiritual energy in the wilderness before, but even after arriving at the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion's base, the spiritual energy here was still pitifully thin, and it felt excessively cramped no matter how you looked at it.

It should be noted that Chen Huangpi's cultivation is different from that of ordinary people.

He doesn't need any so-called spiritual energy.

His own vital energy was inexhaustible, enough for him to squander at will.

But for a normal cultivator, losing spiritual energy is like a fish out of water or a horse out of grass.

Let alone wanting to cultivate, it would be good enough if one could just maintain one's level of cultivation.

Chen Huangpi was very confused, so he looked at the old madman.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either."

The old madman shook his head and said, "Back then, I also went to the Tianhe Battlefield and secretly transferred some spiritual energy here, but it was of no use at all. The spiritual energy dissipates very quickly here."

"It's as if something is devouring the spiritual energy."

"But I have also investigated, and the result was nothing."

At this point, the old madman felt a mix of emotions. He hadn't been able to show himself before, since he still refused to use his real name and only referred to himself as the old madman.

Therefore, they had no intention of moving Wanjian Pavilion to another location.

Of course, even if they wanted to move Wanjian Pavilion away.

But where should we move to?

The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is different from before. It has been divided into ten regions, and the region with the most abundant spiritual energy is actually the Old State where the Tai Sui Sect is located.

The other places are all worse than the last.

In some places, the land has become a wasteland. Otherwise, why would the once prosperous Great Qian Dynasty, with its numerous sects, now appear as scattered wastelands?

Seeing the old madman's state, Chen Huangpi didn't know what to say.

Anyway, his purpose in coming to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was to give Yi Qingzhou's head and sword sheath to that sword immortal mother.

After he finished, he was going to go into the gray fog to find Bai Lingtian and see how to enter Qian Yuan Que to see Emperor Chen.

"Old madman, are you coming into the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with me, or are you waiting outside?"

That's why Chen Huangpi said that.

It was because he could tell that the old madman seemed a little ashamed to go home and face people.

He was completely enveloped in gray mist.

If you didn't know better, you'd think some wandering ghost had come out for a stroll.

The old madman sighed and said, "Since we're already here, let's go in together. But I'll make it clear first: just pretend I don't exist and don't mention me to anyone."

"understood."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand and ignored the old madman, breaking off a tree branch and turning it into a wooden sword.

A sword aura clung to the wooden sword.

Then, with a whoosh, the wooden sword transformed into a beam of light and flew towards the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

It's different from the Tai Sui teachings.

The Tai Sui Sect found Chen Huangpi directly last time and swiftly brought him back.

This time, however, it was a home visit.

Of course, I should say hello first.

As for the old madman, he concealed his aura and his very existence, making him invisible to everyone.

And this time.

The Soul-Hooking Book exuded a chilling aura.

The voice of the vengeful spirit rang out: "Master, Little Chenchen is making a fuss in the Book of Souls, wanting to play ball with you. Why don't you let it go out for some fresh air?"

"Aren't Golden Horn and Silver Horn playing with Little Chenchen?"

"Alas, my lord, you'll know once you take a look at the Book of Souls."

During this time, Xiao Chenchen stayed in the Book of Souls, with the Soul-Snatching Ghost taking care of him and the Golden Horn and Silver Horn playing with him. But after all, he was still a child, and no matter how much he played, he would get tired of it.

Chen Huangpi focused his mind on the Soul-Hooking Book.

Then he clenched his fist.

Inside the Soul-Hooking Book, Silver Horn opened its blood-red maw and swallowed Little Chenchen, who was inside the pill, whole. Then, it slapped its belly with its claws, forcefully knocking Little Chenchen out.

A golden light lit up!
The Golden Horn's single horn unleashed a violent force, blasting Little Chenchen out of the pill.

"Golden Horn! Silver Horn! What are you doing?!"

"Dad, it's a misunderstanding!"

Golden Horn sobbed pitifully, "Little Chenchen was crying and making a fuss, and Silver Horn and I had no choice but to come up with this method to distract it!"

"Brother! Hug me!!!"

Little Chen seems to be able to see the dried tangerine peel.

It stretched out its two small, tender hands and made a gesture as if it wanted a hug from Chen Huangpi.

This left Chen Huangpi feeling quite helpless.

"Little Chenchen, you've grown up!"

“When your brother was your age, he was already independent and self-reliant. If you rely on your brother like this, how will you grow up to be a strong and upright man!”

“Master, Xiao Chen is a girl.”

"Can't girls become men?"

"Brother, Chenchen should be a man."

"See, Ah Gui, my sister is still on my side."

Chen Huangpi happily took little Chenchen out of the Soul-Hooking Book.

Through the amniotic sac of that pill.

Little Chenchen opened his big, clear black and white eyes and looked around curiously.

"Brother, there's a ghost here."

"Where is the ghost?"

Chen Huangpi looked around, but didn't see the ghost that Xiao Chen had mentioned.

The brass oil lamp then chuckled, "Little Chen, quickly call Brother Huang Er, and Brother Huang Er will conjure up a ghost for you."

"Huang Er, you're bad!"

Little Chenchen pouted and said angrily, "Hello, Brother Yellow Skin!"

These words left the brass oil lamp dumbfounded.

"No, Xiao Chenchen, how am I bad, Huang Er?"

"It's bad!"

"Ah this..."

The brass oil lamp thought to itself somewhat guiltily, "Family member, Little Chen wouldn't know why I wanted to throw it out earlier, would he?"

"Little Chen has always been in the Book of Souls, how would it know?"

Chen Huangpi scoffed, "Besides, how old is it? How would it know what's good and what's bad?"

"makes sense."

He didn't even pay attention to the brass oil lamp.

After all, what can such a tiny child know about good and bad?
It's likely that he just listened to a few words from Jinjiao and Yinjiao and then tried to use them on the spot.

"Little Chen, let your brother Huang Er play ball with you."

The brass oil lamp grinned and said, "Remember this: your Second Brother Huang is good, while Golden Horn and Silver Horn are bad. Don't be fooled by them."

Little Chen loves bouncing a ball the most.

Play with it for a while, and it'll be all smiles again.

However, Xiao Chenchen still pouted and said, "No, I want to play with my brother, not with the bad light."

"Brother, pat, pat..."

"Okay, brother will play with you."

Chen Huangpi looked smug and raised an eyebrow at the brass oil lamp.

The meaning is self-evident; anyone with eyes can see it.

See? I'm the older brother that Chenchen likes the most.

Boom boom boom!
Chen Huangpi immediately patted the pill with one hand. His hand speed was so fast that the little Chen inside the pill immediately turned into afterimages and was constantly being patted.

If a normal person saw this scene, they would definitely turn pale with fright.

Fortunately, the dried yellow peel was not normal.

Xiao Chenchen is also not quite normal.

Instead of being scared, they giggled.

As Chen Huangpi watched this scene, the feeling of being an older brother, which he had almost forgotten, returned.

"Little Chenchen, let me tell you something."

"You must work hard in your cultivation, and you must not disgrace our Chen family."

"Your uncle, who is also my master, became a true immortal at the age of thirteen, and your brother is even more amazing. I was born a true immortal. I don't ask you to be outstanding, but to become a true immortal before you are eight years old, okay?"

"Needle and thread, do needle and thread."

“It’s true immortality, not needle and thread. When I was your age, I was already playing in the mud, but you can’t do anything. That’s not good. You should learn from your brother, okay?”

"Brother, I'm hungry."

"Oh, I'm hungry too. Do you have anything to eat that you can share with your brother?"

Chen Huangpi rubbed his stomach; he was indeed hungry.

I haven't eaten for several days, and I felt weak when I drew my sword to fight.

Listening to the nonsensical talk and looking at the absurd brother and sister, the brass oil lamp couldn't help but roll its eyes.

Chen Huangpi even fooled his own sister.

He's not even human.

He was born a true immortal, so why doesn't he mention his failed attempt to descend to earth?
and also.

Do you have an older brother who asks his younger sister for food?
"Family member, take it easy. Don't corrupt little Chenchen. She is, after all, a princess of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"So what? I'm still the emperor of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"Yay! My brother is the emperor!"

Little Chen clapped his hands happily inside the pill.

It had no idea what its older brother was.

And if it really was raised by Chen Huangpi.

Under such influence, he might become a great menace in the future.

……

And within the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Inside the ornately decorated pavilion, the faces of the cultivators were extremely grim.

The leader was a middle-aged sword cultivator.

The middle-aged swordsman was dressed in a blue robe, with a wooden sword hanging in front of him.

Buzz!
A boisterous voice echoed from within the wooden sword.

"Greetings, cultivators of the Myriad Swords Pavilion."

"I am Chen Huangpi, the leader of the Tai Sui Sect. I am currently at the foot of the mountain and have come to pay my respects to your sect leader."

Someone from Wanjian Pavilion came to visit.

This man, named Chen Huangpi, claimed to be the leader of the Tai Sui sect and specifically asked to see his own sect leader.

This sounds absolutely ridiculous.

The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was unaware that the Tai Sui Sect had disappeared from Jiuzhou, as the Gray Fog Zone separated them, making communication very difficult.

Therefore, for them...

The Tai Sui cult leader who came to pay a visit seems more like someone who's there to cause trouble.

"The one from the Tai Sui sect fell into the gray fog and has not returned to this day."

"Those middlemen, Tai Xuanzi, are only thinking about bringing their own leader back. How could they possibly create a new leader?"

"Is there even a question? Why did they have to come at this time of year? Are they here to deliberately annoy us?"

One cultivator, enraged, said, "They're even using the name of the Tai Sui Sect! Everyone knows that my Wan Jian Pavilion and the Tai Sui Sect have always disliked each other. Why don't they come here using His Majesty's name?"

"What, you see that my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in trouble now, so you want to get a share of the pie?"

"These cultivators are truly despicable!"

"But the aura within this wooden sword is very powerful, definitely possessing the strength of a true immortal. We can't just ignore it."

The cultivators looked worried.

The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is not what it used to be.

Half a month ago, the Jietian Sect sent someone to discuss some matters privately with their sect leader.

Afterwards, their own sect leader led his men to the Tianhe battlefield.

But since they left, not a single message has come back.

The remaining cultivation sects in Nandao Prefecture all knew that Wanjian Pavilion might be finished this time, and its huge foundation might vanish into thin air at this moment.

In the past few days, some cultivators have come to test the waters.

From the initial visits of cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage, to immortals, and now even true immortals have come to visit.

Those remaining sects have probably joined forces and even brought out their own ancestors to fight, truly forgetting the kindness the Myriad Swords Pavilion had shown them before.

Unfortunately, the top combat power of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has all gone to the Heavenly River Battlefield.

Only one true immortal remained here.

That was Yi Tingqiu, the younger brother of the Pavilion Master.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man standing in the main seat.

This person was Yi Tingqiu.

Yi Tingqiu remained expressionless, but a strange feeling stirred within her.

There is no true immortal named Chen Huangpi in Nandao Prefecture.

Or rather, he's now the only true immortal left.

There isn't even anyone with the surname Chen here. The surname Chen is the imperial surname in the Great Qian Dynasty, and most people live around the Qian Yuan Que. However, after the gray fog descended, that place became a forbidden zone, and the only living person there is probably Emperor Chen.

So, where does this dried tangerine peel actually come from?
Could it really be from the Tai Sui sect?
How could the true immortals of the Tai Sui Sect pass through that gray fog zone?

It has to be halfway there.

"The person who came here is not good..."

"Let him wait a while. If he doesn't leave, I'll go and meet him myself to see what he really wants."

……

Hundreds of miles away.

At this moment, a group of cultivators were flying towards the direction of the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

These cultivators were led by a True Immortal cultivator.

There were about ten peak-level immortals, and the rest were immortals and cultivators below the immortal level, making up a total of about a hundred people in the team.

Their purpose in coming to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion today is very simple.

They're just here to freeload.

"You really can't blame us for being unethical!"

"Every man for himself, and the world will perish. The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in trouble, and the spiritual energy is pitifully thin. If we seize this opportunity, we can still survive until the anomaly in the world ends. Otherwise, it will be a dead end."

Such a voice is the truth in this team.

They came from various remaining sects and were once proper Taoist practitioners, but the test of humanity was too difficult to endure, so they had no choice but to follow the path of self-interest.

The leading immortal was wearing a bright red Taoist robe.

There was a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows, making her look extremely alluring.

This immortal looked to be around eighty years old, with wrinkles on his skin so deep they could hold sesame seeds. His name was Song Daoren, and he was once the Supreme Elder of the Longevity Sect. However, the Longevity Sect had long since been destroyed, so he was now considered a rogue cultivator.

Song Daoren said expressionlessly, "Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Wanjian Pavilion does have a true immortal. Let me make this clear: don't even mention attacking Wanjian Pavilion. I will not get involved."

"Senior, what you said is absolutely right."

Someone flattered, "We have no intention of attacking; we just want to force the Myriad Swords Pavilion to give up some resources, and that will be enough."

"When the time comes, the senior will take 50%, and we will divide the rest among ourselves."

"Fifty percent? I want seventy percent." "This...Senior Song..."

"Seventy percent is better than nothing. It's better to get something than nothing."

A cultivator stopped the person who had objected. How did this person cultivate to this point? Can't he see the situation?

That Song Daoren is a true immortal.

It's already good enough that they came to keep watch; if they were greedy, they could have taken it all.

Song Daoren's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, what he said was only to appease these people.

He wants it to be perfect.

With the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion in dire straits, this opportunity is once in a lifetime. To take such a great risk and only take 70% would only make us a laughing stock.

As I said before, he's just keeping an eye on things and not actually doing anything.

Even if the Myriad Swords Pavilion recovers afterward, he has a reason to completely absolve himself of any responsibility. And if the Myriad Swords Pavilion doesn't recover, he wouldn't mind giving it another push in the future.

The reason why Song Daoren dared to do this was...

Actually, his starting point was different from that of these cultivators.

The cultivators are after resources and for cultivation.

Song Daoren, however, was trying to protect himself.

Because immortals live long lives, Song Daoren had already gone into seclusion before the changes in heaven and earth even began. Unexpectedly, ten thousand years had passed after he came out of seclusion.

The former sect has turned to dust, overgrown with weeds, and not a trace of familiarity can be seen.

Feeling sorrowful, Song Daoren continued his seclusion.

During the years he was in seclusion, he rarely had contact with the outside world, but gradually he discovered something very strange.

That means there are fewer and fewer true immortals in Nandao Prefecture.

Even some cultivators at the peak of the Immortal realm have gradually disappeared.

They said they all went to the Tianhe battlefield.

But after careful consideration, Song Daoren discovered that the number of people involved did not match up. He knew that some had gone to the Tianhe Battlefield, but many more had disappeared without explanation.

He was terrified, feeling as if an invisible hand was controlling everything from behind.

I'm terrified that one day I'll disappear without even knowing why.

Therefore, he needs resources.

They need to be able to protect their own resources.

The cultivators wanted to take advantage of the situation, but they were afraid of the true immortal Yi Tingqiu. Therefore, Song Daoren seized the opportunity and took the initiative to show himself and jump out.

Otherwise, who would have thought of that?

Is there still a true immortal hidden in the ruins of the former Longevity Sect?

Suddenly...

A cultivator exclaimed in surprise, "Look quickly! There's a person standing at the foot of that mountain. What is that person's cultivation level? Why can't we tell at all what level they are?"

The man was wearing a black Taoist robe.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old and was wearing a straw hat.

The Taoist was neither like a Taoist nor like an ordinary person.

A golden oil lamp was floating nearby, and he seemed to be patting something in his hand, which looked rather strange.

There is an unwritten rule among monks.

The more dangerous the place, the less likely it is to be an ordinary person.

If so, then this person is definitely not ordinary.

If you can't tell their cultivation level, it means that this person is above you.

Song Daoren narrowed his eyes, about to open his Dharma Eye to see what was going on.

next second.

A questioning gaze swept over them instantly.

A true immortal!!!

Song Daoren's heart skipped a beat; he felt that this person was definitely a true immortal.

However, judging from his appearance, he should be a beginner in the True Immortal realm, as there was not a strong sense of oppression. On the contrary, the golden oil lamp next to him gave him an indescribable sense of déjà vu.

This looks a bit like the legendary golden-topped sky lantern...

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world.

The Great Qian Dynasty forged a lamp.

This lamp is called the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp, and it is made from the Ten Directions Shadowless Gold.

This lamp possesses many extraordinary powers, the most powerful of which is its power of creation.

It is a supreme treasure crafted by that being.

Although Song Daoren's cultivation level and status made it impossible for him to access such a level, he still knew what the Golden Sky Lantern looked like.

There was once a saying in the Xuanzhen Daoist world used to describe that lamp.

After the upheaval in the world ends, that person will inevitably become the Dao Lord.

And this golden-topped sky lantern may become the Dao Lord's most precious treasure at that time.

However, some people say it might be the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

After all, the Tai Sui Killing Sword, which was renamed Dong Zhen by him, is the only weapon in the world with such pure killing power.

Thinking of this, Song Daoren couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

Whether it's the Golden Sky Lantern or the Tai Sui Killing Sword.

How could it possibly be here?

I reckon it's just a resemblance.

However, we must find out why this true immortal appeared at the foot of Wanjian Pavilion.

“You shall all follow behind me.”

"This person is also a true immortal; do not disrespect him."

"Yes, senior."

Everyone was on tenterhooks. They had never seen this True Immortal before. Could it be that the Myriad Swords Pavilion was hiding a True Immortal?
If that's the case, then trying to freeload will lead to certain death.

Song Daoren may speak nicely, but if things go wrong, he will immediately turn around and attack us to show his respect for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

It was all just a misunderstanding afterwards.

Given the current situation of Wanjian Pavilion, they certainly won't turn against Song Daoren.

It was a matter of life and death.

At the foot of that mountain.

Chen Huangpi patted the pill, looking at the group of cultivators flying towards him with a strange expression.

What are these people here for?

There's also a True Immortal leading the way. Could it be that he's visiting the Myriad Swords Pavilion just like me?
"I am Song Daoren, and I greet this fellow Daoist."

"Fellow?"

Chen Huangpi looked around, puzzled, and asked, "Where is your fellow Daoist? Why can't I see him?"

"..."

That one sentence was enough to silence Song Daoren.

What does this "true immortal" mean?
The visitor is evil?
Or was it done on purpose?

It doesn't look like it.

After thinking for a moment, Song Daoren cupped his hands and said, "The fellow Daoist I am talking about is both far away and right before my eyes. We are both true immortals, so we are naturally fellow Daoists."

"Oh, I thought so."

Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost thought that this Daoist Song's fellow Daoist was an old madman.

I never imagined that it was about myself.

"You old man, you're really good at talking in circles. You almost gave me a fright."

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "However, you said something wrong. I don't know you, so how can you be called a fellow Daoist?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators felt even more tense.

This immortal was quite impolite.

Song Daoren then asked, "Are you a true immortal of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

"No, I am the leader of the Tai Sui Sect, and I have come to visit the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

"Oh, so you're the leader of the Tai Sui Cult."

The cultivators, including Song Daoren, breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be better if they weren't true immortals from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but rather from the Tai Sui Sect.

Everyone knows that the Tai Sui Sect and the Wan Jian Pavilion are vying for the title of the best swordsman.

These two families have long disliked each other and have been at odds for a long time.

Once the situation of Wan Jian Ge is explained clearly, the other party may not necessarily kick them while they're down, but they might actually stand by and do nothing.

Moreover, it was someone who came...

"The Lord of Tai Sui!!!!"

Master Song asked in utter astonishment, "You are the leader of the Tai Sui Sect?"

"Yes, don't I look like it?"

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he stopped using one hand.

Only then did everyone realize that what this strange immortal had been patting in his hand was actually a pill the size of two human heads, and inside the pill was a dead infant.

"Brother, this is fun."

Little Chenchen smiled happily, curiously looking at the cultivators: "Brother, are they human?"

Chen Huangpi said, "It is a person."

"So their flesh can be used in medicine, right?"

"Yes, but this old man won't do. He's too old and his body is full of toxins. It's bad for his health if he eats from him. The younger ones, on the other hand, are fine."

Chen Huangpi was very serious about teaching his younger sister.

This medical text was the one he had known since childhood.

Naturally, this prenatal education was also given to little Chenchen.

These words, when spoken by Song Daoren and other cultivators, were utterly shocking.

Stillborn babies can talk.

And it even tries to eat people.

But this so-called immortal was speaking with such conviction, as if he genuinely regarded them as medicinal herbs.

"Excuse me, I'm teaching my sister medicine."

When Chen Huangpi noticed that the cultivators were looking at him strangely, he quickly explained, "I don't really want to eat you. Besides, I don't eat people. I don't even eat beef."

"By the way, what brings you here?"

"I wait……"

Song Daoren's mind raced with thoughts, and he said, "We were just passing by the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and were thinking of paying our respects, but we didn't expect that you would also come to visit us. What a coincidence."

He had already decided to kill.

However, it wasn't directed at Chen Huangpi, but at those cultivators.

As for the so-called "Grand Duke Jupiter" cult leader...

Song Daoren did not believe this. How could the leader of the Tai Sui Sect be just a true immortal?

No, it's impossible for a new leader to emerge from the Tai Sui Cult.

The old cult leader isn't dead yet; he's just fallen into the gray mist.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi said in a strange tone, "You should leave. The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion probably won't be in the mood to entertain you today."

"Why?"

"Because I brought their young master's head with me."

"Young Master?"

The cultivators looked completely bewildered.

Suddenly, Song Daoren realized something and exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Yi Qingzhou? He's dead? Who killed him?"

"Of course it's me."

"you……"

"Then we are truly fellow Daoists."

Song Daoren let out a long breath and said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I came to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to beg for alms. Although our purposes are different, perhaps if we join forces, we can take a bigger piece of the pie from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

Chen Huangpi was stunned for a moment.

"Huang Er, what does 'begging for alms' mean?"

"It's like begging for food door-to-door."

"Brother, I want to beg for food too."

Children should not interrupt adults.

Chen Huangpi tossed Little Chenchen to the brass oil lamp and said to the Song Daoist with displeasure, "You old man, you are a true immortal, how can you be so shameless at your age? The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in such a state, and you still come here begging for food."

"And they brought so many people with them."

"I'm starving. You've taken all my food. What am I going to eat?"

"True immortals don't need to eat."

"Then why do I need to eat?"

"Sir, please stop pretending to be crazy."

Song Daoren said expressionlessly, "We are both true immortals. Tell me, what percentage do you want?"

This sudden appearance of a true immortal is truly rude.

He's only at the initial stage of True Immortal. If the other party doesn't have a big appetite, then there's still some explanation. But if they ask for an exorbitant amount, then don't blame him for being impolite.

What he feared was the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Rather than being a true immortal of the same realm.

Even among true immortals, there are distinctions of rank.

Next, let's look at the dried yellow peel.

Chen Huangpi truly misunderstood, while the brass oil lamp harbored ill intentions and failed to clearly explain the origins of these people.

So he stretched out a hand.

"Five? Fifty percent?"

"No, it's five months."

Chen Huangpi said seriously, "I never brought much dry food before. It would only last for half a month before it was all gone. This time I'm going to bring five months' worth, otherwise I'll be so hungry I won't even have the strength to chop people up."

"can."

Song Daoren nodded and said, "We are both True Immortals, and I don't want to argue with you. I'll give you 50%, but if the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in full decline after the matter is settled, you will have to join forces with me to destroy it."

"Destroyed the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened: "You're telling me you want to help me destroy the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Do you even know what my relationship with the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is?"

"You're being a bit too greedy."

Song Daoren's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Fifty percent is already more than enough. If you raise the price further, it will only cause trouble. Besides, don't forget that you killed the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

True immortals disdain lying.

Moreover, Chen Huangpi's words came from the heart, and Song Daoren could naturally tell whether they were true or false.

In his view, Chen Huangpi's sudden appearance was unexpected.

They just want more money; even 50% won't satisfy this person's appetite.

puff...

The brass oil lamp chuckled, "Little Chen, call out 'Brother Huang Er,' and Brother Huang Er will light a sky lantern for you to play with later, okay?"

"Oh no, Huang Er is naughty."

"What if we roast them with real fire?"

"Hello, Brother Huang Er."

Chen Huangpi ignored the brass oil lamp and Xiao Chenchen's words.

He tilted his head and pointed at Song Daoren and the other cultivators, saying, "You all came to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to beg for food, right? The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is in trouble now, so you want to kick it while it's down. You have no good intentions."

The aura around Song Daoren began to surge.

He said expressionlessly, "Does Your Excellency mean there's no room for negotiation?"

Chen Huangpi nodded: "Although I am not affiliated with Wanjian Pavilion, it is still my senior brother's business. Since he can't come back, I have to keep an eye on it for him. Otherwise, if he asks about it later, I will have no face to explain to him."

With a loud clang!

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword appeared out of thin air in Chen Huangpi's hand.

Then, a surge of sword light shot into the sky.

The sword's cry shook the heavens and earth, its power soaring to the sky!

Chen Huangpi immediately got into a fight with someone at the foot of Wanjian Pavilion.

And amidst these shouts of battle.

Song Daoren's furious voice rang out: "Are you insane? You want to stand up for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Wasn't it you who killed the young pavilion master?"

"You, which side are you on?"

"Enough with the nonsense. We finally have a True Immortal we can defeat. You're perfect for practicing your sword skills!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will take good care of our family's business!"

Chen Huangpi roared murderously, "Anyone who dares to steal from my family will die!!!" (End of Chapter)