Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 641 Dragon Bird Talisman

Yuanqing School, the main hall of the mountain gate.

Master Pingyang stepped in and looked around, only to see three figures sitting there.

The person in the middle is wearing a Pure Yang Taoist robe, with his hair tied up with a golden hairpin. He has white hair, a youthful face and bright eyes. He is the Pure Yang True Lord of this generation in Pure Yang Heaven.

On the right side is a beautiful lady with a gentle figure, wearing a lotus flower skirt that shows her nobility, making people reluctant to look at her and desecrate her.

As for the last person, he was covered in a black robe, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a cold light in his eyes, giving him a unique sense of vicissitudes of life.

After seeing the figure of Master Pingyang, the three of them all smiled to varying degrees and said loudly, "Fellow Daoist Pingyang, it's been years since we last met, and you're still as charming as ever!"

True Lord Pingyang smiled slightly, greeted the three people one after another, and then sat down with True Lord Chongtai.

Chongtai Zhenjun was an old man with gray hair and a green robe. Because he had a close relationship with Pingyang, he didn't say many polite words and asked directly, "Brother Pingyang, are you here to burn incense?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Chunyang Zhenjun and the others were secretly moved and looked over.

True Lord Pingyang nodded calmly and said, "That's right."

Chongtai Zhenjun sighed secretly and frowned, saying, "Brother Pingyang, you and I have a close relationship. I shouldn't have attacked you..."

Pingyang smiled and said, "Brother, please feel free to speak."

"The various sects in the Northern Plains are no match for the Central Continent. If they were to fight us, their chances of winning would be less than 30%. Why would you waste so much energy on this?"

Chongtai shook his head. Although he wanted to help Beiyuan with his plan, the number of incense offerings was limited. What could he do?

The black-robed True Lord beside him nodded, his eyes flickering as he said in a cold voice, "The last time, the Taoist Lihuo was an example. He tried his best but was still no match for the Taoist Chixi from the Piaomiao Taoist Temple, and was seriously injured.

If my guess is correct, he is not getting better and is probably already dead by now?"

True Lord Chunyang frowned and reminded, "Brother Chu?"

But I think he was too direct...

The Black Robe True Lord's expression paused, then he bowed and said, "Please don't be offended, Fellow Daoist Pingyang. I am used to speaking my mind directly, and I didn't mean to be sarcastic or offensive."

Pingyang waved his hand: "It's okay."

How could he not know what Chongtai meant? He simply saw that Beiyuan had no chance of winning and did not want Beiyuan to suffer any casualties.

The same is true for the Black Robe True Lord. Although he has no close relationship with Beiyuan, the Luoshui Chu family behind him has a close relationship with the Yuanqing School.

Because of this relationship, he did not support Beiyuan Jingxiang openly, but secretly consulted with the Yuanqing faction and was more inclined to Beiyuan's side.

Otherwise, Master Pingyang would not have expressed his feelings like this here.

He shook his head and sighed, "How could Pingyang not know how difficult this is? But the devil's calamity is approaching. If we don't fight hard, those younger generations will be the ones to perish.

If the people of Beiyuan are truly devastated, Pingyang will be ashamed to be the ancestor of Beiyuan!"

After hearing this, Chongtai and the others remained silent, feeling quite emotional.

To be fair, if they were in Pingyang's shoes, they would probably make the same choice...

"Fellow Daoist Pingyang wants us to do what?"

Lianhua Zhenjun spoke softly and took the lead in expressing his opinion.

Like the Lotus Sect, Chunyangtian and the Luoshui Chu family, the Yuanqing Sect has been allies for thousands of years and has always stood together. Since the Yuanqing Sect wants to help Beiyuan, they will not stand idly by.

Pingyang looked up and said slowly: "During the sword fight, I, Beiyuan, want to form an alliance with you..." As soon as these words came out, the faces of the three people in Chongtai changed.

True Lord Chongtai frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Brother Pingyang, don't you know? The twenty-seven clans of Zhongzhou have long since agreed not to help people from other continents snatch incense..."

It is precisely because of this agreement that the Yuanqing faction is unable to help and can only support it verbally.

Pingyang didn't refute what he said, but smiled slightly and said, "I'm not asking you to snatch the incense for us, but after we grab the incense, you can stand up for us..."

Chongtai Zhenjun raised a single eyebrow and said in surprise, "Brother Pingyang is so confident. Has he already thought about the time to keep the incense burning?"

Pingyang smiled without saying a word, just raised his eyes and looked at the four people.

Chongtai Zhenjun paused, exchanged a glance with the other three, and nodded sharply, saying, "If Brother Pingyang can truly secure a stick of incense, our Yuanqing Sect will speak out for Beiyuan!"

Pure Yang Zhenjun and his companions immediately echoed the words...

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The sun rises and the moon sets, time passes, and in the blink of an eye, there are only ten days left before the sword fighting event.

The vast Central Continent has begun to stir, and hundreds of famous sects have begun to set off, rushing towards the venue of this grand event.

As the situation became increasingly tense, news spread that the four continents of Beiyuan, Ximo, Donghai, and Nanjiang were interested in participating.

Cangwu Mountain is where the gate of Yuxuan Sect is located.

Elder Liu Yuanzhang stood in the ancestral hall with a solemn expression.

He looked to be no more than forty years old, with phoenix eyes and a prominent nose, and the powerful aura of a late Nascent Soul. At this moment, he was holding a whisk and gazing at the tablets of the ancestors on the altar.

The head of the sect, Lingquan Zhenren, stood behind him, his eyes complicated as he asked, "Uncle Master, are you really going to participate in the sword fighting competition?"

Liu Yuanzhang didn't turn around, and said in a deep voice: "Thanks to the blessing of the ancestors, I was able to enter the late Nascent Soul stage before the event. We must not miss this incense competition again!"

Master Lingquan shook his head and said, "In the past thousand years, when the twenty-seven sects have been competing with each other in sword battles, has there ever been a single victory from another sect? Even if Master Uncle's magic power is so high, what can it do?"

Liu Yuanzhang snorted coldly upon hearing this and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten that my Yuxuan Sect was once one of the twenty-seven sects?"

Lingquan Zhenren sighed, "But that was thousands of years ago. How many people in the current Central Continent still remember the former glory of my Yuxuan Sect?"

He shook his head and continued, "Besides, my Yuxuan Sect has been affiliated with the Xuanyin Sect for many years. If my uncle leaves on his own and they find out..."

Liu Yuanzhang snorted and interrupted him, "Master, the world is about to change, and the devil's calamity is about to come. Haven't you heard that the monsters from the Northern Plains, the Western Desert, and even the East China Sea are coming here with the monsters from the southern border?
Now that all the heroes have gathered, the various forces are like water and fire, incompatible with each other. It is obvious that this sword fight will definitely be a chaotic battle!
This is a perfect opportunity for us to get involved. By then, even if the Xuanyin Sect wants to blame us, they won't have the right to do so!"

Master Lingquan fell silent, apparently having heard the news that the four continents of east, west, south and north had recently gathered in Zhongzhou.

Seeing this, Liu Yuanzhang's tone softened, as if he was admonishing Lingquan Zhenren, but also as if he was encouraging himself: "It is better to rely on yourself than on others. If you want to restore my Yuxuan Sect, only my generation can fight hard..."

After a long while, Master Lingquan sighed and looked at it seriously: "Since Master Uncle is determined to go, then I, Master Nephew, have no choice but to help him with all my strength."

He waved his hand and threw out a golden dragon-bird talisman. As soon as it came out, the tablets in the entire temple responded and swayed slightly, especially the statue of the ancestor, which shone brightly.

He presented the talisman to Liu Yuanzhang with both hands and said, "Uncle Master, please take this Dragon Bird Talisman."

Liu Yuanzhang was silent for a long time, then took it solemnly, with a look of determination in his eyes. He turned to face the statue of the ancestor and slowly knelt down.

"I hope that the spirit of the ancestor in heaven will bless this disciple to succeed in this journey..."

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(End of this chapter)