After practicing Qi for a thousand years, one can finally become a god!

Chapter 161 Two Years [A new volume, please vote with double monthly tickets!]

"quick!"

"almost."

"Qingzhu Lake is just over a hundred miles ahead. Your aunt is stationed there, and no villains would dare to invade. Once you get there, you'll be safe!"

Downstream of the Danlin River, the group fled in disarray.

The leader was a middle-aged beautiful woman, accompanied by one man and four women. The man appeared to be in his early thirties and was quite dashing. One of the four women seemed to be his wife, with a slightly round face and a very sweet appearance.

There were two other women who looked to be in their early twenties. One was beautiful and charming, with a captivating aura, while the other had delicate eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin, and a clever and witty air. Both of them bore a resemblance to the beautiful woman in the lead.

The two women were supporting a woman who appeared to be in her forties. She was dressed in a light blue outfit that was loose but couldn't hide the exaggerated shape of her breasts and hips. She had a very alluring figure and beautiful features, but her face was full of sorrow.

This group of people is unusual; it's rare to see such a group on a normal trip.

They seemed to be fleeing, looking like they were in a hurry.

They rushed along, from day to night and from night to day, until the first light of day appeared. They crossed a mountain and went against the current, and suddenly a clear and bright realm appeared ahead.

The beautiful woman and the others saw that the place was a basin in the mountains, about thirty to fifty miles in circumference. It was surrounded by cliffs and peaks, like a city wall, towering into the sky, almost completely isolated from the outside. Only the mighty river rushed past where they were.

To the north lies a large, crescent-shaped lake with rippling, crystal-clear water that reveals the mountains and vegetation beneath, covering most of the area.

Below, the ground is covered with tall, clear trees and sparse woods.

From time to time, groups of three or five ferocious beasts such as tigers, leopards, lions, and elephants are seen roaming around, showing no fear of people and appearing quite docile.

The lake shore is wide, with water on one side and thick bamboo, as big as a pot, on the other. The bamboo is lush and green, reaching the sky and swaying in the clouds, its verdant color reflecting off the faces of people.

Across the lake, towering cliffs rise thousands of feet above the water. In the middle, there is a unique spot that appears to have been carved out from the top by a divine hand, creating a flat area several hundred feet in size. It looks like a stone cliff, but there are sparsely planted twenty or thirty ancient pines and cypresses on it.

The scenery at Duanshui is serene and beautiful.

In the early morning.

The group of six plunged in, and just as they entered the basin, a series of clanging sounds rang out as swords were drawn, their flashes creating huge waves that blocked their path.

When the waves receded, more than ten swordsmen were seen standing on each of the protruding banks, each wearing a white robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and a full moon embroidered on the right sleeve.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group announced loudly, "Those who come here, stop here in the territory of Qingzhu Lake!"

Upon seeing these people, the beautiful woman at the head of the group was not surprised but rather delighted, and hurriedly asked, "May I ask if you are disciples of the Changwei Mountain Four Phases Sword Sect?"

The middle-aged man said, "That's right, this Green Bamboo Lake is the property of my Four Phases Sword Sect."

Seeing the beautiful woman's delighted expression, he muttered to himself and immediately asked, "May I ask which group you fellow Daoists belong to?"

The beautiful woman said, "We are cultivators from the Wang family of Songxi. My name is Qin Xingzhu, and I am the wife of Wang Chongsu, the head of the Wang family."

The beautiful woman was none other than Madam Qin of the Wang family!

The Wang family of Songxi?

It sounds very familiar.

The middle-aged man was having some doubts when a young man beside him reacted quickly and whispered a reminder: "Father! That's the Chief's maternal home!"

The First Lady's maternal family?

Yes, yes!

The middle-aged swordsman slapped his forehead: "So they're one of our own!"

He looked at the group of people, then asked in surprise, "The Wang family of Songxi is three thousand miles away. Why has Madam Qin and the others graced us with their presence?"

This middle-aged swordsman was ordered to guard the river mouth on the east side of Qingzhu Lake, a weighty responsibility he dared not recklessly let pass. Even if the visitors were from the Songxi Wang family, their arrival was suspicious and their group odd; he needed to investigate further. Madam Qin looked sorrowful: "My family was destroyed by villains. My husband and father-in-law led the clan in a desperate resistance, allowing us to escape by sheer luck. Please inform your family's leader immediately!"

The middle-aged man was shocked: "The Wang family is in trouble?!"

This surprise was no small matter.

Although the Wang family of Songxi is not a prominent family, they are, after all, the maternal family of our sect leader and the in-laws of the sect leader. Who would dare to lay such a vicious hand on the Wang family?
The middle-aged swordsman hurriedly said, "Please rest here for a while."

He then turned to the young man and shouted, "Quickly inform the Chief!"

"Yes!"

The young man responded and immediately untied a small boat from the shore. A strongman rowed the boat like an arrow straight to the small island in the center of Qingzhu Lake.

Here.

The middle-aged swordsman invited Madam Qin and the others to wait on the shore, and then asked, "May I ask who these gentlemen are?"

Madam Qin then remembered to introduce them: "This is my mother-in-law, Madam Li; this is my son, Wang Xuanfu; his wife, Zeng Qi; and these are my two daughters, Wang Hong'er and Wang Qing'er."

The middle-aged swordsman quickly greeted them one by one.

These are all close relatives of our leader's family; we cannot afford to be negligent.

Seeing the middle-aged swordsman's composed and extraordinary demeanor, Madam Qin asked, "How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"

The middle-aged swordsman said, "I was originally a rogue cultivator from Cangshi Mountain named Yong Weimin. Two years ago, I happened to witness the sect leader suppressing Liehuo Sanren with his sword. Because I admired the sect leader's swordsmanship, I joined the Four Symbols Sword Sect. Initially, I was assigned to the Swordsmanship Palace. Later, because I switched to the cultivation of the Second Form of Sorrowful Clouds and made some progress, I was transferred to the Second Sword Pavilion to follow the leader here to guard this large shell farm."

Madam Qin was also very knowledgeable. Upon hearing "Yong Weimin of Cangshi Mountain," she immediately realized, "So it's Fellow Daoist Yong, known as 'One Sword Crowned Cangshi'!"

This Yong Weimin is no ordinary person.

The Cangshi Mountain stretches for a thousand miles. Although it has been occupied by the Liehuo Sanren in recent years, before the Liehuo Sanren, Yong Weimin alone with his sword could subdue the entire area and was known as the number one person in Cangshi Mountain.

Even if this person's strength doesn't reach the level of a sect leader, he is at least a renowned figure in the region.

Such a person actually willingly joined the Four Symbols Sword Sect and was even willing to work under her sister-in-law. It's hard to tell whether Yong Weimin is flexible and adaptable or if she truly has the ability.

Lady Qin was unaware of her surprise.

aside.

The grief of losing her husband and son had long since worn away during their three-thousand-mile escape. Now, however, she was curious about her youngest daughter, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. She couldn't help but ask Yong Weimin, "I heard that your swordsman once killed three famous masters in this place. Is that true?"

This old lady was not old; she was plump and full-figured. Upon seeing her, one could immediately understand why the two sisters, Madam Wang and Abbess Jingyin, had such figures—they had all inherited them from their mother.

His voice was very soft and melodious, and you could not tell he was old just by listening to his voice.

Knowing that this was Madam Wang's biological mother, Yong Weimin dared not be negligent and hurriedly said, "This is true. After the sect leader killed the great demon of Qingzhu Lake, he ordered the chief to lead the Second Sword Pavilion to manage this Great Lake Shell Farm. In the early stages, thieves often sneaked in to steal spirit shells and spirit pearls. They ignored the warnings several times. In a fit of anger, the chief killed dozens of people, including three famous experts. For a time, no one dared to sneak in anymore."

Madam Li and Madam Qin exchanged a glance, both showing shock on their faces.

I was just about to ask for more details.

Suddenly at this moment.

"mother!"

A sharp cry accompanied a flash of sword light. As the light faded, a beautiful woman with a large, round bottom was revealed—none other than the matriarch of the Han family, the wife of the leader of the Four Symbols Sword Sect, the sword master of the Second Sword Pavilion, the mistress of Green Bamboo Lake, and the youngest daughter of the Wang family.

The charming and beautiful Madam Wang!

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(End of this chapter)