Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 50: Great Real Person
Yang Qisheng not only took all the spoils he got from the general's tomb this time, but also took his original blood-pecking sword, golden talisman, etc.

Ye Yunqiao was still practicing in seclusion in the cave. The previous note had not been seen yet and had been destroyed by him. This time he left a new note, which only said that he was going to Qingning Mountain, the ancestral temple.

Following Liu Hanzhang into the sky, Liu Hanzhang had already cultivated his sword energy. "Junior brother, the journey to Qingning Mountain is long and difficult, and you are unfamiliar with the route. How about allowing me to show off and lead the way for you?"

Yang Qisheng quickly said, "Brother, it's great that you're willing to take me with you!"

Liu Hanzhang was practicing sharp sword energy, so he also released ten strands of sharp sword energy and merged them into his own sword light. The two sword energies of the brothers merged together to form a fine white sword aura that was more than ten feet long. With a thunder and a crack, it soared thousands of miles away.

Yang Qisheng didn't have to exert any effort, feeling the pleasure of breaking through the air and clouds in an instant, and thought to himself: It's really good to have a powerful senior brother to rely on. If I encounter a horse monster again, let alone a horse monster, even if there is a tiger monster, leopard monster, donkey monster, or cow monster, even if they come in a group, they will not be enough for my senior brother to chop with one sword.

He thought again of the Yunyang Sect's Ling Lei Zhenren that Wang Huyue had mentioned. He was also a orthodox Xuanmen who practiced thunder magic. Compared with Senior Brother Liu, it was hard to say who was better.

The two flew diagonally westward, passing through countless states and counties, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and the Gobi Desert. It took them more than two hours to reach Qingning Mountain.

Qingning Mountain is shaped like a big crescent moon. The northern mountain slopes towards the northwest and is called Tianqing Mountain. The mountain is steep and majestic, reaching into the sky. The southern mountain slopes towards the southwest and is called Dining Mountain. The mountain is low and gentle, stretching for thousands of miles.

Between the two mountains, there is a steep peak, like a giant pillar standing straight between heaven and earth, named Taiyi Peak.

This place is hidden deep in the mountains and has been seldom visited by humans since ancient times. There are many rare flowers and plants, rare birds and beasts that are rarely seen in the Middle Earth, and there are also towering trees that are twenty or thirty feet high.

Taiyi Peak is located between the two peaks of "Tianqing" and "Dining". There is a deep gorge of over a hundred feet in each adjacent peak. Across the gorge, there is a rainbow bridge formed by the clouds and rays of light gathered by immortal magic. The one on the south is called "Zixia Bridge" and the one on the north is called "Feilei Bridge".

Liu Hanzhang and Yang Qisheng stopped in front of Zixia Bridge. Two young men came to greet them, "Uncle Liu."

"These are Uncle Dayou's grand-disciples, Nan'er and Zhang'er. They follow their master to cultivate in the Canxia Cave over there and are responsible for guarding the Zixia Bridge. Taiyi Peak has nine layers of immortal magic restrictions from bottom to top, and only a few fixed places are accessible." Liu Hanzhang asked them to call Yang Qisheng Uncle, then asked, "Where is your master?"

Nan'er and Zhang'er were also eighteen or nineteen years old, and had already set up the furnace to refine the evil. Seeing that Yang Qisheng was about the same age as them, but was only in the foundation-building stage, they felt a little contempt in their hearts, and called him "Uncle Master" twice in a somewhat nonchalant manner.

They only answered Liu Hanzhang's question seriously: "Master is in seclusion in the cave practicing."

Liu Hanzhang explained to Yang Qisheng, "That's Junior Brother Lu, a disciple of Uncle Dayou. He's cold on the outside, but warm on the inside, a bit harsh on the outside. He perfected his Sha cultivation last year and is currently working on gathering Qi and establishing the Ding. It's a critical juncture. Junior Brother, you haven't yet been inducted into our sect's genealogy, so you can't cross the bridge and enter the mountain directly. I'll have to ask you to wait here for a moment while I go in and report."

Liu Hanzhang then flew over the Rainbow Bridge and reached the other side. Fairy mist filled the air and soon disappeared.

Yang Qisheng saw that his two nephews did not respect him very much, so he did not take the initiative to talk to them and embarrass himself. Seeing a pavilion nearby, he stepped in and took in the surrounding scenery.

Below here is a thousand-foot cliff, surrounded by undulating mountains, with emerald green everywhere, towering ancient trees, hanging vines, surging mountain mist, and floating clouds. Occasionally, the howling of monkeys and the chirping of orioles can be heard in the air. What a beautiful and graceful fairyland!
Compared with here, the layout of Longgao Mountain seems small.

As he was watching, the two young men came over and asked, "Uncle Yang? I heard that you were the leader of the martial arts world before you became a Taoist?"

Yang Qisheng wondered, "Who told you that?"

"It's spread all over the mountain. It's said that the great-grandmaster Mingyi of the Lower Five Sects has accepted a martial arts leader as his apprentice. He has made an ambitious vow to cultivate the five elements together."

Yang Qisheng found the name "Xiawumen" irritating and unhappy. He did not answer and continued to look at the green mountains and flowing clouds in the distance.

Zhang'er pressed on, "Are you really the leader of the Wulin?"

"No." Yang Qisheng said two words without turning his head.

"Then your martial arts skills must be very impressive. Our master's family ran an escort agency before he came up the mountain. He said that martial arts emphasizes fists, palms, and blades, close combat. If a sword immortal doesn't use flying swords, doesn't use true qi to protect the body, doesn't use magic weapons to protect the body, doesn't use talismans to escape... if he only compares martial arts skills, he can't beat the martial arts masters of the world."

Nan'er said, "Master and I have learned a set of Myriad Tribulations Finger Techniques. Master said that we have made some progress. Why don't we use any of our magic techniques and just compete based on martial arts?"

"Jiangbei Wanjie Finger, and he runs an escort agency. Your master is from the Lu family of Yunyang."

"You guessed my master's origin so quickly?" The two teenagers were surprised, then excited. "Then you must really know some martial arts skills? Let's have a competition."

Yang Qisheng shook his head and refused without saying anything.

He was new here and had no idea about the interpersonal relationships here. How could he easily fight with others? It would be embarrassing whether he won or lost.

Zhang'er thought he was timid: "Don't worry, although we are one level higher than you in Taoism, we agreed beforehand that we won't use any magic, and will only compete in fist and kick skills."

Nan'er also assured: "Don't worry, we will definitely not suddenly release evil energy to hurt you."

Yang Qisheng still refused: "No."

The two teenagers had little respect for him to begin with, and after being rejected repeatedly, they became somewhat angry and couldn't help but ask, "Are you afraid of us two juniors?"

Yang Qisheng ignored them, turned around and looked at the scenery in the distance.

The two young men exchanged glances and approached from behind. Nan'er suddenly gathered her energy with her right middle finger and said, "I'm going to press your Jianzhen acupoint! You should know the meaning of the word 'Wanjie', the magical skill inherited from my master!"

The Ten Thousand Tribulations Finger means that when hit by this finger force, the meridians will be twisted and broken. Since each meridian is connected to the internal organs, the internal organs will eventually twitch and twist, contract and expand, and repeat this several times until they become a pool of minced meat.

During this period, the person who is hit by the middle finger will suffer unbearable pain, but there is no medicine to cure it. If he cannot be rescued by someone who knows this finger technique, his meridians will be broken, his internal organs will be shattered, and he will die in unbearable pain.

Because of this, it is called "eternal calamity"!
Yang Qisheng suppressed his anger and prepared to use the Guixu Dafa to try to block their finger. After all, he had the Five Lingbao Talismans protecting his internal organs, so he would not be hurt. If they still didn't know what was good for them after letting them block his finger, he would teach these two guys a lesson today, even if it meant angering everyone!
Seeing that he didn't respond, Nan'er really gathered her finger strength to attack him. At this moment, clouds and mist rolled over the Rainbow Bridge, and Liu Hanzhang came back.

The two young men still had great respect for Liu Hanzhang and quickly stopped.

"Junior Brother Yang, come with me!"

Yang Qisheng left the pavilion and walked towards Liu Hanzhang: "Does the headmaster want to see me?"

"It's Uncle Dayou. He wants to see you alone first and is already waiting for you in Mingzhu Cave. Let's go quickly. We can't keep our elders waiting for too long. I'll take you on a tour of the mountains later."

The two crossed the Rainbow Bridge and entered the Taiyi Cave, which was connected in all directions with many forked roads. Along the way, people kept greeting Liu Hanzhang and looking at Yang Qisheng with curiosity.

Soon, they arrived at a large cave. When they reached the Mingzhu Cave, Liu Hanzhang bowed and said, "Uncle Master, Junior Brother Yang has been brought here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cave door automatically opened to the left and right: "Junior Brother Yang, come in."

Liu Hanzhang waved his hand, signaling Yang Qisheng to go in.

Yang Qisheng was a little nervous. He had a really bad impression of this Uncle Dayou. There was Xue Yan in front of him and the two young men just now behind him. A person who could teach such disciples would not be easy to get along with.

But now that things had come to this, he could only take a deep breath and walk in.

After walking through a corridor, we soon arrived at a stone chamber. The upper and lower walls were neatly repaired and there was a wooden floor.

There were two jade trees burning in the room. They were about ten feet tall and carved into the shape of trees with extremely delicate branches and leaves. Each branch held one hundred and eight precious beads. The light they emitted was bright and warm, but not dazzling.

Sitting upright on a cloud bed was a skinny Taoist priest wearing a golden crown, a red robe, a whisk in his hand, and a serious expression on his face.

This temperament is consistent with what I expected.

Yang Qisheng stepped forward and bowed. "I am Yang Qisheng, a disciple of Master Mingyi. I pay my respects to you, Master."

Dayou Zhenren didn't say anything. He first looked him up and down several times. "Han Zhang came back and said that you single-handedly killed the horse demon in the general's tomb and eliminated the direct disciple of the former Taiyin Ghost King?"

"They killed each other, and I intervened and luckily won. In the end, only the head of the Soul-Transferring Young Master was left. I tried every way to destroy it but couldn't. It was Senior Brother Liu who arrived in time and killed him completely with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword."

"Han Zhang didn't mention this, but you're not greedy for credit?" Dayou Zhenren smiled, but only a hint. His serious expression, coupled with that hint of a smile, was even more frightening than if he hadn't smiled at all. "Did you get all the flying swords and magic weapons used by that evildoer?"

"Yes." Yang Qisheng agreed, and found that Master Dayu did not say anything, but just looked at him, so he untied the Qiankun bag and poured out the flying swords, flying knives, flying hooks, the Soul-crossing Fan and the "Soul-crossing Notes" inside.

Fortunately, there is enough space in Master Duhun’s Qiankun bag, otherwise he would have to carry the sword in a sword case.

"These things are all unorthodox, even crooked! In your hands, they will only harm you and not benefit you."

Yang Qisheng had already accepted his fate and only asked his uncle to stop making things difficult for him: "Everything is entirely up to you, uncle."

"Well, then you all should stay here!" Dayou Zhenren pondered for a moment and then asked him, "Now that you have become a sword immortal, when do you plan to go home to visit your family?"

Yang Qisheng said, "I have been studying Taoism in the mountains for almost three years. I originally thought that I would take leave and go home to visit my master after he came out of seclusion."

"Well," Master Dayou asked again, "after you return home, if your brothers and sisters, your former close friends, want to learn your immortal skills, what will you do?"

Yang Qisheng had already made plans for this: "The Taiyi Palace's Taoist methods are the true teachings of our master. My cultivation is still shallow, and I would never dare reveal even a single bit to outsiders without my master's permission. However... by chance, I have acquired two other immortal cultivation techniques. One is the evil method of the Taiyin Ghost Dao, which I will naturally not allow to harm the human world. The other is the unorthodox 'Heaven and Earth Eight Yang Divine Mantra Scripture'. I would like to select a few people in my family to teach it, so that at least they can benefit from the cure of all diseases and prolong their lifespan."

"Then what if they use the techniques you taught them to cultivate flying swords, establish sects in the human world, develop their power, or even rise up in rebellion and declare themselves emperor? What will you do?"

This question stumped Yang Qisheng. In fact, he had really thought about raising the flag of rebellion and becoming emperor.

The Middle-earth continent of this world is enormous, stretching thirty to fifty thousand miles across, vast and populous. For thousands of years, it has been more divided than unified, with dozens or even hundreds of nations frequently engaged in war. Even with the current dynasty's unification, imperial power remains weak in the regions. A century has passed since the establishment of the current dynasty, and imperial power has further weakened. According to his intelligence, there are already signs of separatist factions everywhere.

With the influence of his Yang family in Sanjiang and two provinces, it would not be difficult for him to establish his own territory and become a king after a few more years of development!
However, Yang Qisheng's original pursuit was not this. He thought that martial arts were more important than imperial power in this world, and the top grandmaster in the martial arts world could easily sneak into the palace and take off the emperor's head.

In the past few years, some martial arts masters would specifically choose to hold decisive battles in the imperial city, treating it as a holy place for fighting. Every few years, they would come to the imperial city for a "sword fight."

If you want to eat the emperor's royal meal, you can go to the imperial kitchen to taste it yourself. If you like any of the emperor's treasures, you can just take them away. There are even cases of secretly changing memorials, sleeping in the dragon bed at night, and rewarding palace maids.

Fortunately, the emperor later supported a master of the grandmaster level to stabilize the situation.

Before the appearance of the Golden Light Tripod, Yang Qisheng always felt that being an emperor was not as free and easy as being the leader of the martial arts world.

Of course, it would be best if he could be the leader of the entire martial arts world, rather than just being the leader of the Sanjiang and two provinces like his father...

Now that he has entered the immortal path, it is naturally best to become the supreme immortal, followed by the leader of the martial arts world, and then the emperor of the world.

But what Dayou Zhenren asked was, what should he do if his family members used his skills to rebel and become emperor.

(End of this chapter)