Ziwei Immortal Path

Chapter 120 Outside Yukawa Castle
Outside Yukawa Castle.

Ten Mile Pavilion.

The pear blossoms on the post road and the green mist and waves create a beautiful picture full of spring.

It is ten miles to the city. Flying is prohibited for cultivators who are not at the foundation-building stage of the main lineage of the Immortal Sect. Even cultivators at the foundation-building stage of the main lineage of the Immortal Sect can only fly at low altitude. However, the road is long, but it is paved with bluestone, covered with grass and trees, and colorful flowers, forming a pleasing ten-mile art gallery that is refreshing and pleasant.

But some people have no interest in watching it.

The man was about thirty years old, tall, wearing a light blue brocade robe and holding a black jade fan. His brows were as sharp as knives, now furrowed in a ball. His slender eyes moved back and forth as he looked at the people coming and going, flying and landing in front of the Shili Pavilion, but there was no one he was waiting for. He couldn't help but look grim and snorted coldly.

“Hehe…Brother Fei, your brother hasn’t come yet?”

A young man standing next to him in a light green robe laughed and couldn't help but teasing.
"It's been an hour since you and I arrived. He's way too slow. Why did your family choose him? Isn't this embarrassing?"

"What a waste!"

The man in blue said something sullenly, then turned around to look at the four children behind him, glanced at the man in green robe, and said angrily,

"Lü Yangxian, how dare you say that? This year, you're the only one in your family, but at least there are two of us in my family. Don't come here and laugh at me!"

Lu Yangxian chuckled:
"Fei Wenlong, we grew up together, how could you not appreciate my kindness? I know this loser is just here to make up the numbers for you. If your ancestor hadn't been so disgusted, he wouldn't have gotten his turn!"

"Ten years ago, he was at the eighth level of Condensation Yuan, and now he's still at the eighth level. He'll be thirty next year, and he still has the nerve to come and participate? Brother Fei, do you think he's faking his age? How old is he, exactly?"

Fei Wenlong's expression changed, he pulled him to a secluded place, and whispered:
"Lü Yangxian, have you lost your mind? We're both older than him, so why are you saying this in public? Do you still want to participate?"

Lu Yangxian disagreed and said with a pout:

"Fei Wenlong, can you and I be the same? Why have we held back for eight years without building our foundation? Are we the same as this loser? Your brother is a piece of shit, a piece of crap that can't be helped, and you don't allow us to say anything!"

"Didn't I tell you not to?"

Fei Wenlong's neck veins bulged, and he said angrily,

"Just talk about him, don't bring up my family! When you say my family, you're talking about me! You know that old man in my family is protecting him! Otherwise, I would have killed him long ago!"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a gasp in the air.

"Brother...Brother...I'm coming...I'm coming..."

The two men stopped talking immediately after hearing this, turned their faces away and pretended nothing had happened.

When Fei Wenlong raised his eyebrows, he saw his half-brother Fei Wenyu stepping on the shuttle and slowly and leisurely descending.

His body was covered in watermarks and mud, and his ink-stained robe was filthy.

He couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Alas... Big Brother, something went wrong with this 'Flying on the Grass' on the way, and it took me into the Tangchuan River. I've been waiting for so long, and finally got a chance to come out. I'm so unlucky!"

As soon as Fei Wenyu landed, he quickly performed a Dust Cleansing Technique and cleaned the dirt and undried water stains on his clothes. He was in a panic and looked very embarrassed.

Lu Yangxian burst into laughter, pointing with his fingers:

"You're incredible! You were actually dragged into the river by the magic weapon. Hahaha, Fei Wenyu, you're making me laugh to death... You're such a loser... Hahaha!"

Fei Wenyu was busy with his head down, a flash of anger in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, he raised his head and laughed,
"I'm sorry for my lack of talent and training, Brother Lu!"

Fei Wenlong saw him covered in mud, but still laughing nonchalantly, and said with disgust:
"Fei Wenyu, you have no ability, don't blame others for looking down on you, and you still want to participate in the competition, it's really embarrassing!"

Fei Wenyu was given the power to be angry but dared not speak out. He swallowed his anger, lowered his head to take care of his clothes, and said nothing.

"Wenlong? You're here too?"

Fei Wenlong was startled when he heard this. He turned around and saw a tall, thin man wearing a light silver Taoist robe and with an imposing manner walking towards him from the crowd. He was immediately overjoyed and hurried forward to greet him:
"Uncle, I haven't seen you for many years. I'm here to greet you!"

The silver-robed man nodded calmly, looked him up and down, and said with a look of surprise: "You are..."

Fei Wenlong was a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject, turning back and waving:
"Wenyu, Yangxian, come here quickly! We're meeting the Immortal Sect seniors!"

Lu Yangxian's smile froze, as if he had seen a ghost. He hurried forward like a kitten or puppy, bowed and said:
"Lu Yangxian of the Lu family in Huangkou Town, Nanhuai greets the senior from the Immortal Sect!"

"Huh? Why does this guy look so familiar... He, he's not the sword seller from Fang Cun Jian..."

Fei Wenyu looked up and saw the silver-robed man. He was stunned for a moment. Then, when he heard the two men greet each other, he instantly understood their relationship. He sighed inwardly and stepped forward to bow.

"Fei Wenyu of the Fei family in Dongke Town greets Senior Xianzong!"

The man in silver robe was none other than Zhang Guanzhi, a disciple of Nanhuai Immortal Sect.

Zhang Guanzhi was born in the Zhang family of Qihuang Valley in Ningyang Town, but he was older. His elder sister was Fei Wenlong's mother, and the two were uncle and nephew. However, the relationship between the two families was not particularly harmonious, so they seldom interacted with each other. In terms of age, Zhang Guanzhi was not yet older than Fei Wenlong.

Zhang Guanzhi glanced at the two of them. One was at the ninth level of Condensation Yuan and the other at the eighth level. Their cultivation was quite good, but they looked very old. He was even more suspicious. He smiled silently and said,
"So we're from the same county. I'm a disciple of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect, Zhang Guanzhi from Ningyang Town. Nice to meet you!"

Lu Yangxian was surprised:

"Senior, it turns out that you are a descendant of the Zhang family of Nanhuai Qihuang Valley. Yang Xian is truly blind and deserves death!"

Zhang Guanzhi smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, Master Lu, you're welcome."

Fei Wenlong had a smug look on his face, and he pulled Zhang Guanzhi and Lu Yangxian to introduce them:

"Yang Xian, you don't know this, but my uncle's family is from Ningyang Town. He's now a disciple of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect. Eight years ago, my uncle single-handedly defeated all the other disciples and, with the cultivation level of the sixth level of Condensation Yuan, won the fourth place among the 'Di Yuan Six Ding'. He has since become a household name!"

Zhang Guanzhi blushed and said quickly:

"Wenlong, there's no need to mention these trivial matters. I've been on guard duty in this small room for the past few years, but I've put aside my cultivation. In the past eight years, I've only advanced to the third level, and now I'm only at the ninth level of Condensation. I can't even go into the mountains to cultivate. I only have the name of an Immortal Sect disciple, but not the reality. It's really shameful."

Lu Yangxian smiled and said:
"Senior, you really know how to talk. Being able to guard the Fang Cun Jian is an opportunity that we can only envy. It is under the direct jurisdiction of the Huaishang Sword Immortal "Kun Yu Qiu Shuang". Many people want to enter but cannot!"

Zhang Guanzhi looked at the man's smooth talk, smiled and said nothing, and asked in a low voice:

"Wenlong, are you here for a banquet? Why don't I remember your age..."

Fei Wenlong didn't expect his uncle to be so unreasonable and keep harping on this matter. He was shocked and quickly pulled him over and whispered:
"Uncle, Wenlong has been waiting for years, this opportunity cannot be missed. Yangxian, Wenyu, and I are all thanks to Taoist Sun. Please don't tell anyone..."

Zhang Guanzhi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately understood what he meant. He didn't dare to say anything more and nodded.

"I understand. Then you should be more careful and don't let the cultivators in other counties know about it..." The reason why Zhang Guanzhi didn't dare to ask more was naturally because of the "Master Sun" mentioned by Fei Wenlong. Others might not know this person, but he couldn't have been unaware of him. This person was the leader of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect who led the team to Yuchuan for the banquet. He was also his immediate superior, Sun Rushi, a Taoist priest in the late foundation-building stage of the sect's main lineage.

As for Zhang Guanzhi, he naturally signed up for the competition with the Nanhuai Immortal Sect to try his best to be among the "Tianyuan Liujia".

He stayed on Wuqi Island for less than a month. After finishing his business, he sneaked back and practiced in seclusion. He reached the ninth level last month and finally broke out. Unexpectedly, the team from the Immortal Sect that was attending the banquet had already set out from Taiping Mountain, so he hurried to catch up alone.

Fei Wenyu looked at the three people chatting and laughing, unable to get a word in, as if he were a transparent person, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Thanks to the arrangement made by the Lu family of Huangkou Town to the Sun family, the 36-year-old Fei Wenlong and the 33-year-old Fei Wenyu of Dongke Town were able to pretend to be from a small clan and falsify their ages to participate in the Diyuan-level competition of the "Taihe Jingwu Banquet".

Fei Wenyu knew that his grandfather Fei Xuanzhi must have paid a considerable price to convince the Lu family to take him along, so he endured the ridicule and sarcasm from the Lu family's young master Lu Yangxian along the way, but he endured it silently. Later, he couldn't stand it anymore and deliberately said that he left something at home and went back to get it. Only then did he have some peace and quiet, but he didn't expect that the ridicule started again as soon as it fell.

He got a headache just thinking about having to endure this guy for two more months.

Besides, Fei Wenlong is not a good person. If it weren't for his grandfather repeatedly emphasizing it, he probably wouldn't have given me a good look. In his eyes, I am just an outsider!
At this moment, Zhang Quezhi had nothing to do with Fei Wenyu. In fact, he was an outsider. However, he never expected that this guy, a sword seller, who had the same eighth level of Condensation cultivation as himself, was actually a disciple of the branch of the Immortal Sect. He really didn't know whether he was of good origin or just a hidden talent.

For a moment, he felt both envious and jealous. Seeing the three people chatting animatedly, he felt awkward in his own position. He coughed dryly and looked away at the landscape painting outside the Ten-Li Pavilion. He also looked at the sky where cultivators from various counties and families were falling from the sky like tired birds returning to their nests.

Suddenly, someone beside him exclaimed in a low voice:

"Look! Look! The Jiangzuo Immortal Sect's people are coming!"

"Who is leading the team this time? Is it Pei Yanlu, the eldest son of the Pei family, the current head of the Pei family, who is in the late foundation building stage?"

"Keep your voice down, they're coming down! They look so young, but it seems a bit out of place. Hey, one on the left and one on the right, they are the two team leaders!"

Fei Wenyu looked up when he heard the sound, and saw a colorful treasure ship coming from the high sky between the clouds. Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, were slowly floating down with a group of people!

Someone nearby exclaimed quietly:

"No... this outfit shows that the two chief disciples of the Jiangzuo Immortal Sect have come together. I just don't know which feathered disciple they are?"

"I told you to keep your voice down, you're risking your life..."

The treasure ship in the sky stopped, blocking out the sun and attracting attention. All the cultivators present stepped aside. Zhang Guanzhi, Fei Wenlong and Lu Yangxian, who were chatting nearby, had all noticed it and knew that the team from Jiangzuo Immortal Sect had arrived for the banquet. Their faces changed slightly and they looked up at the cloud ship in the sky.

The first two people floated down, both wearing standard Taoist robes with gold-threaded edges and Taoist feather robes on the outside, but one was bright yellow and the other gardenia yellow to distinguish them.

The bright yellow man wore a crown, had a handsome face, and was tall and straight. He wore a crystal clear white jade ring on his right thumb. The gardenia yellow man had a Taoist bun on his head, and was handsome and elegant. Although he was not tall, he was elegant and refined. He carried a green sword like a bamboo on his back.

As the two landed, more than ten monks followed them down from the treasure ship. There were both men and women, both talented and beautiful, with smiling eyes and extraordinary demeanor in their every move.

Fei Wenyu's eyes lit up. The Jiangzuo monk who was leading the team, wearing a gardenia-colored feather robe and carrying a sword, was actually Chen Baochong, whom he had met once in Fangcunjian!
I was delighted and was about to go up to say hello, but suddenly I saw him like the moon surrounded by stars. My face darkened and I felt ashamed, so I swallowed the words back!
What are you thinking?

Xu Boyang said that he was a direct disciple of Yu Shi and a disciple of the main lineage of the high and mighty Immortal Sect!

What's more, we have only met once, how could the other person still remember me?

As soon as Chen Baochong landed, he saw the public watching him. He smiled slightly, bowed to the many monks around him and said:
"Jiang Zuo arrived today and I apologize for disturbing you fellow disciples."

The cultivators from various counties and sects in front of the Shili Pavilion were flattered by the humility and courtesy of the young immortal cultivator, and they felt a good impression of him, and they all bowed in return.

Chen Baochong turned sideways and said, "Brother Pei, please put away your magical powers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the treasure ship in the sky suddenly shrank and turned into a small boat, falling down as fast as a bird into the forest.

Finally, it fell lightly into the hands of a man wearing a crown and bright yellow feather clothes.

"Surname Pei?"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed softly, and countless people stared blankly at the man in feathered clothes with a smile on his lips, with mixed emotions.

The man put away the treasure ship, and his eyes swept across like lightning, suddenly landing on Zhang Guanzhi. Unconsciously, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He pursed his lips slightly, walked over, and said with a smile:
"This person must be a fellow disciple of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect. My name is Pei Yansu. May I ask your name?"

"Pei Yansu!"

"He, he is the head of the Immortal Sect..."

There were naturally some people from small clans and families in Cangwu among the crowd. When they suddenly heard him introduce his own name, it was like thunder in their ears, and they couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice!
Many people exclaimed in surprise when they heard the sound. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Guanzhi. Only then did they realize that he was wearing the silver standard Taoist robe of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect!
Zhang Guanzhi was stunned for a moment, flattered, and hurriedly bowed. Before he could say anything, he heard someone laughing and saying:

"Brother Pei, let me introduce you. This is Brother Zhang Guanzhi from the Sword Chess Pavilion of the Nanhuai Immortal Sect. We worked together in Fang Cun Jian before!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Baochong came over, bowed and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhang, it's been many years since we last met. Do you still remember me?"

Zhang Guanzhi then recognized Chen Baochong and said happily:

"It turns out to be Junior Brother Chen from the Duty Hall Office, what a..."

Suddenly his expression changed, he realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly shut up, and said to Pei Yansu and Chen Baochong,
"Sorry, sorry! Immortal Dao Guisheng, Zhang Guanzhi, a disciple of Nanhuai Sword Chess Pavilion greets the two seniors from Jiangzuo!"

"So he's a junior fellow from Nanhuai Jianyi Pavilion..."

Pei Yansu's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

Fei Wenlong and Lu Yangxian, who were standing nearby, were stunned to see that Zhang Guanzhi had actually attracted a Jiangzuo Foundation Establishment cultivator to approach him and chat with him. Fei Wenlong was extremely proud and smiled, bowing and singing:

"The immortal way values ​​life. Fei Wenlong of the Fei family in Dongke Town, Nanhuai greets the two immortal sect elders!"

Lu Yangxian smiled and followed suit.

Pei Yansu glanced at the two of them, frowned slightly, and said nothing. Only Chen Baochong smiled and bowed:

"Chen Baochong, a disciple of Cuilang Peak of Jiangzuo Xianzong. This is my senior brother Pei Yansu, the chief disciple of Chaozong Pavilion..."

Five thunder strikes!

Fei Wenlong and Lu Yangxian's smiles froze, and they were stunned on the spot, as if petrified, with a storm of shock in their minds:
"Jiang Zuo...disciple of the Sword Saint...chief of the sect..."

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded from the side!

"Boyang!"

Pei Yansu, Chen Baochong and Zhang Guanzhi's expressions changed slightly at the same time. They looked sideways and saw a monk wearing a colorful ink robe beside them shouting and striding towards them with an excited look on his face. The three of them suddenly turned around and their eyes lit up at the same time. Chen Baochong suddenly became excited!
There was an endless stream of people floating down from the sky, like heavy snow falling in the daytime. A young monk dressed in black robes, a dark green Taoist cape, with a stern look and long eyebrows, slowly floated down with a beautiful female monk in white and three children.

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