A master of comedy!

The sound of jade ringing out!
Upon hearing this name, the surrounding monks were taken aback.

Yu Zhensheng, the Demon of Play, was Zhou Sheng's master and the leading figure of the Yin Play lineage!

Although his reputation is not as great as that of his apprentices, no one dares to underestimate him. Moreover, over the years, he has guarded the Juxian Tower in Xunyang and cultivated generation after generation of Yinxi masters, making his influence deep and widespread.

A one-man show is no show.

The performers of Yin Opera often stick together for mutual support, cooperate seamlessly, and have a strong sense of teamwork. When one person appears, it means that at least one member of the opera troupe has arrived.

When Yu Zhensheng, the grandmaster of Yinxi, appeared, it meant that most of the elites of the Yinxi lineage had arrived.

The sound of iron grinding against each other rang out. Yu Tianheng, dressed in a dragon robe, looked down with disdain, exuding imperial majesty. Anyone who didn't know better would think that the Great Xuan Emperor was personally leading an expedition.

Then there's Guan Yu wielding the Azure Dragon, Zhang Fei holding the Eighteen-Foot Serpent Spear, Zhao Yun in white robes, the veteran general Huang Zhong, Ma Chao in brocade robes, Qin Shubao, Yuchi Jingde...

These are the fierce generals in the play; in addition, there are also those who play deities.

Jiang Ziya, Erlang Shen, Sun Wukong, Zhong Kui, Nezha...

Especially Nezha, who looks like a little actor of only eight or nine years old, yet he rides on Wind Fire Wheels and holds a Divine Dragon Fire Spear. Although he doesn't have the Universe Ring, he is surrounded by 108 Thunderfire Pearls, making him truly awe-inspiring.

"Sister Feng, don't panic, I, Hongxian, am here!"

The red thread landed beside Yang Ying, protecting her closely, and patted its chest loudly: "The boss said that if you lose a single hair, he'll beat my butt hard with a stick."

She paused, then her dark, bright eyes darted around before she asked softly, "Sister Feng, are you losing your hair?"

Yang Ying: "..."

After descending Kunlun Mountain, she searched far and wide for stories about Zhou Sheng. She heard that Zhou Sheng had once had a troupe called Zhou Family Troupe, which included a little girl named Hongxian who never grew up.

The girl later successfully transcended her tribulation and cultivated herself into a human immortal, but she also disappeared after Zhou Sheng went missing.

Looking at those figures with painted faces and theatrical costumes, their eyes showing no fear but rather high fighting spirit, she suddenly realized something.

Yes, Brother Zhou is never alone. With his reputation in the Yinxi lineage, how could Yinxi masters from all over the world not come to his aid after hearing that he has reappeared in the world and is fighting a decisive battle in Luoyang?
Brother Zhou had already recognized them, but chose to hide them temporarily as a secret force.

He is incredibly insightful and his plans are flawless!
She recalled the eight words Sister Jinse uttered when commenting on Brother Zhou during their late-night conversation by candlelight. At the time, she thought it was a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder, but now she realized that it was not an exaggeration at all.

From beginning to end, Brother Zhou had figured out the schemes of the two great earth immortals.

With this in mind, she was filled with confidence and radiant with joy. Carrying the Wind and Thunder Twin Swords, she took the initiative to charge towards the enemies.

"kill!!"

Brother Zhou must be fighting right now, so she absolutely cannot let him fight alone.

Hongxian, on the other hand, was so anxious that he scratched his head and spat out Samadhi True Fire, burning several cultivators who wanted to attack Yang Ying to death in one breath.

"Sister Feng, don't run too fast! Be careful with your hair!"

Red Line, riding on his fiery wheels, quickly grabbed his gun and followed.

The boss said, not a single hair can be lost.

A cultivator unleashed his flying sword, aiming it at Yang Ying's head. Although it was severed by the Wind and Thunder Swords, it still sent a chill down Hongxian's spine.

She thrust her spear through the monk's body, creating eighteen holes in one go.

Turning around, I was struck as if by lightning.

During her fight, Yang Ying used the Meridian Cave Void Hairpin. In an instant, her beautiful hair fluttered in the wind, the red ribbon binding it had broken at some point, and several strands of her hair were severed by the crisscrossing force of the energy and fell to the ground...

"Ahhhh!!!"

Enraged, the red line spewed forth Samadhi Fire from its pupils, and three heads and eight arms sprouted from its back. Its hair stood on end and flowed with fire, and its body expanded rapidly as it unleashed the Monkey King's Law of Heaven and Earth.

With three heads and eight arms, and the power to manipulate heaven and earth, the red thread was practically a physical saint, its stomping causing the earth to tremble and mountains to shake. It fiercely attacked a human immortal who had survived a heavenly tribulation, and within fifty moves, it tore the human body apart. The terrifying power of its attack even made the Prajna monk take notice.

When did the Yin-Yang School produce so many prodigies?
This little girl actually has the cultivation level of the peak of the Fourth Tribulation!

Moreover, when he sings Nezha, he can actually display the physical supernatural powers of having three heads and eight arms and the ability to transform heaven and earth, and he seems to be indestructible. Even when a human immortal's magic weapon strikes him, it can only leave a white mark.

He was completely baffled. Where did the Yinxi lineage get such great fortune?

I remember hundreds of years ago, when he left the Central Plains, the Yinxi lineage didn't even have a single person at the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Could it be that Zhou Sheng is truly the chosen one, and that anyone who comes close to him will also share in his great fortune?

What the monk Prajna didn't know was that his guess was very close to the truth.

As Zhou Sheng gained access to the Six Paths Dragon Vein, his fortune deepened to an astonishing degree. Consequently, the entire Yinxi lineage benefited from this fortune, resulting in a constant stream of extraordinary talents and a multitude of masters.

"Amitabha! The Way is waning while the Demonic Way is waxing; Yin is dormant while Yang is rising. This is a calamity of demons!"

The monk Prajna did not attack the red thread because his aura was firmly locked by Yu Zhensheng. The oppressive feeling unique to earth immortals prevented him from being distracted.

Yes, as Zhou Sheng's master, Yu Zhensheng received the most fortune, and coupled with his own talent, he recently passed the fifth Heavenly Tribulation and has taken the first step into the Earth Immortal realm.

"Old monks, you have lost."

“I have just entered the Earth Immortal realm and am no match for you, but I can hold you off for a while. This time is enough for Danshan to deal with Tongtian Daoren.”

Yu Zhensheng smiled slightly and returned the other party's words verbatim.

……

Luoyang City.

A roar like thunder exploded, and thousands of rays of light burst forth, illuminating almost the entire night sky. But those divine lights were violently scattered by a hand.

Boom!

A figure crashed down from the sky in a disheveled state, his hair shattered, his beard charred black, and his pupils bloodshot.

It was none other than the Tongtian Daoist, who not long ago was arrogant and considered himself the third best in the world.

Under the bright moon, a figure descended gracefully, stepping on the moonlight.

The Pure Yang Divine Sword circled around him, like the trajectory of the sun in the universe. The stars in the sky descended with their radiance, and guided by the formation, they transformed into shackles to bind Tongtian Daoren.

"What a pity, you should have been a good opponent, but tonight, speed is of the essence."

Zhou Sheng shook his head, slowly raised his sword finger, and prepared to end this uneventful battle with the final strike.

He was already invincible among those of the same realm, and with the help of the Luoyang Grand Formation, defeating an old fellow who was also at the sixth level of the Tribulation Realm, but whose qi and blood were depleted and who looked old and frail, was not difficult for him.

"Wait a moment!"

Faced with death, Tongtian Daoren finally became fearful and hurriedly shouted, "We can negotiate! The old emperor respects me greatly, and I can help you obtain Luoyang!"

"I lost a bet to Liu Bowen back then, which is why I agreed to protect the Great Xuan. This time, I've lost to you, but I can help you in the future too—"

Clang!
A sword flew past, and a head fell.

Zhou Sheng stared at the dripping head, his voice indifferent, his gaze profound.

“You outdated old fools, this world no longer belongs to you.”

"Only this head is somewhat useful."

...(End of this chapter)