Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"I wonder what brings you here, senior? I am Jiang Shiqiu from Lianshui, Lanzhou, paying my respects to you, senior."

Old Wei, disguised as a white-haired old man, was taken aback. He turned his head, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and spoke in a gentle tone.

In the vast desert, under the blazing sun, amidst rolling heatwaves, a figure had silently appeared before the old man and the young man, watching them intently.

This person appeared very suddenly, silently, and even his aura was ethereal and difficult to detect.

The man had a calm expression and slightly narrowed eyes. He appeared to be middle-aged, tall and upright, wearing a moon-white robe that fluttered in the wind, as if he were one with the surrounding world. The sand and dust swirled around him, but not a single speck of dust landed on him; instead, they were automatically kept away.

His face was square and well-defined, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples. His eyes shone like cold stars, and his gaze was deep and sharp. With just one glance, it seemed as if he could see through the illusion of everything in the world.

With a high, straight nose, flat, red lips, and long hair casually tied up, a few strands fluttering in the wind added a touch of carefree spirit.

What is most striking is the crescent-shaped mark that is faintly visible on his forehead, seemingly containing a mysterious and unpredictable power, with a vague Daoist aura, and his skin radiates a faint glow.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he occasionally let out a breath. Although it was somewhat weak, it startled Elder Wei. Although he had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, he had already reached the late stage or even the peak of the Purple Mansion stage.

It was Meng Xiangrui, one of the two Nascent Soul cultivators from Qingzhou who fought against Xue Xuan Zhenzun in the past, and who came from the Holy Land!

However, it is clear that what has descended upon this place is not its true form.

"Lianshui Zongjiang Shiqiu?"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, then Meng Xiangrui took a light step forward, his voice carrying an ethereal quality, gently landing in their ears.

Old Wei was startled, his vigilance intensified, but his respectful expression grew even stronger. Upon hearing this, he bowed again and said gently:

"That's exactly right."

"Oh." Meng Xiangrui spoke calmly, glancing at the two of them. His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flickering as if he were somewhat uncertain. He continued to ask calmly:

"Since you are from Lanzhou, why go through all this trouble to come to Wuzhou? Why not take the official road instead of this desolate desert, and why not endure the hardship? It's truly remarkable."

Old Wei smiled sheepishly, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and said:

"I usually love to travel and enjoy the scenery, and I can't stand being idle. I've just taken on a disciple, so I'll take him out to travel around. It's better than him just burying himself in training and staying in seclusion."

"As for why we chose this vast, cloud-shrouded desert..."

Old Wei pondered for a moment, paused slightly, and then, with a wry smile and a hint of helplessness in his expression, said:

"This was unexpected. Who knew that war would break out in Wuzhou, and that there would be unrest and turmoil everywhere? With my cultivation level, I was naturally afraid of being affected. Therefore, I had no choice but to come to this desert for safety reasons, just to return to the sect as soon as possible."

Old Wei sighed and gently shook his head.

Yu Changsheng, standing to the side, nodded in agreement and followed behind Elder Wei without saying a word, though he was very wary.

"Logically speaking... with the Xuan Turtle's concealment technique, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have difficulty detecting our disguise. Although I don't know how Meng Xiangrui caught up with us, he shouldn't have recognized me."

"Plus, those deliberate conversations that my master and I had after discovering his traces..."

"But if things really come to a standstill... then..."

Yu Changsheng muttered to himself, feeling somewhat helpless. The two of them had been extremely vigilant along the way, leaving no trace and stealthily making their way, but they never expected that even after reaching the Yunbo Desert, they would still be run into by Meng Xiangrui.

After Old Wei finished speaking, the air suddenly became still, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. Only the howling sandstorm slowly swirled around them. Meng Xiangrui still stood in front of the two of them, quietly watching them without saying a word.

Seeing this, Old Wei let out a soft breath, took a step forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a still gentle tone:

"If there is nothing else, senior, we, master and disciple, will take our leave now. It is fate that we met. If there is an opportunity in the future, senior, to come to Lianshui Sect, I will certainly treat you well. My master is True Lord Jiang Ping, who loves to make friends. Perhaps you know him."

After saying that, Old Wei lowered his eyes, took Yu Changsheng's hand, and walked past Meng Xiangrui. The three of them brushed past each other.

Meng Xiangrui, however, remained with a furrowed brow, watching the retreating figures of Elder Wei and Yu Changsheng. His gaze flickered, his expression uncertain, and he seemed hesitant and apprehensive. But just as Elder Wei, hand in hand with Yu Changsheng, brushed past him, he suddenly turned back and said:

"Yu Changsheng!"

The air seemed to still for a moment. Old Wei and Yu Changsheng remained steady, but Old Wei turned his head and looked at Meng Xiangrui with a hint of doubt, asking in confusion:

"What are you saying, senior? Are you referring to Yu Changsheng, the one for whom the Emperor of Qingzhou has a bounty on his head?"

His tone was natural, his expression was normal, and he spoke flawlessly, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Seeing this, Meng Xiangrui remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, waved to the two of them, and said calmly:

"It's nothing, I was overthinking it. You may leave."

"Wuzhou is in turmoil now, so it's good to go back sooner. Once you're back, if you have the chance, please let me send my regards to your grandmaster, True Venerable Liao Qing of Lianshui. Tell him that if he wants everything to be peaceful in Lianshui Sect, he should come to Wuzhou on his own initiative. I, Meng Xiangrui, am waiting for him."

Upon hearing this, Elder Wei paused, first bowing, then his expression became even more surprised and doubtful, but he still maintained his gentle tone and said:

"Senior, do you even know Grandmaster? However, who is Liao Qing that you mentioned? My Grandmaster, True Venerable Lianshui, should be Chen Qing."

His words were neither humble nor arrogant. Upon hearing this, Meng Xiangrui frowned, gave the two of them a deep look, and then waved his sleeve again, saying calmly:

"Oh, right, it's Chen Qing. I had a mistake. You may leave now."

Lianshui Sect holds a position in Lanzhou similar to that of the Three Gates in Wuzhou. It is a top sect in Lanzhou, with more than one Nascent Soul True Venerable presiding over it.

Lianshui Zhenzun is the publicly known Nascent Soul cultivator within his sect. Lianshui is merely a title passed down through generations. Once one reaches the Nascent Soul stage, they can naturally inherit it. Naturally, the true name of each generation of Lianshui Zhenzun is not easily known to outsiders and is considered a secret.

Even though Meng Xiangrui was also a Nascent Soul cultivator and coveted Lanzhou, determined to take it, he didn't want to fight to the death with the other party in the short term and wanted to maintain peace for a while.

Therefore, he hesitated and made several attempts to test the waters.

After all, True Venerable Lianshui was known for being fiercely protective of his own, and what Elder Wei said about his master, Jiang Ping, was True Venerable Lianshui's youngest and most beloved disciple. With this relationship in place, even Meng Xiangrui didn't want to offend him easily.

In reality, Wei had already thought all of these things through, including his choice of identity after disguising himself, all of which were the result of deep consideration.

The Jiang Shiqiu he impersonated was indeed a real person, and he was indeed Jiang Ping's apprentice.

It can be said that Mr. Wei's actions were watertight.

After both tests were successfully thwarted, Elder Wei and Yu Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They bowed their heads and, without saying a word, flew off into the distance.

Meng Xiangrui watched the two figures as they walked away, his eyes flickering with uncertain emotions. Just as their figures were about to disappear from sight, he suddenly pursed his lips, bit his fingertip, and let a trickle of blood flow out. He then used the blood to gently wipe the crescent-shaped mark on his forehead.

In an instant, the crescent moon mark flickered slightly, emitting a trace of bloody light. Meng Xiangrui's body swayed, his face turned pale for a moment, and he seemed weak. However, he suddenly exhaled a breath of white air, and his hand gestures changed rapidly as he pressed the crescent moon mark on his forehead once more.

"Guided by blood and spirit, bearing the marks of the mind, tracing back to the source, cause and effect intertwine!"

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After Meng Xiangrui finished speaking, his face turned even paler, his breathing became rapid, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. The crescent mark on his forehead suddenly flickered, and with the blood on Meng Xiangrui's fingers as a thread, it twisted several times, and the red thread stretched across the void, spreading towards the direction where Yu Changsheng was.

In an instant, Meng Xiangrui's gaze suddenly darkened. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a step forward, and in a flash, space shifted, and he reappeared in front of Yu Changsheng and Elder Wei, who were walking away. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip from it, and in an instant, he unleashed a palm strike!

"Yu Changsheng! You guys almost fooled me!"

Meng Xiangrui sneered, his voice, brimming with anger, booming like thunder across the void, echoing through the desert and stirring up countless grains of sand. A terrifying aura suddenly erupted, the power of a peak Purple Mansion cultivator rising to the heavens, descending upon the desert like a pillar of heaven. With a single thrust, the void roared, and from nothingness, a pair of golden, gleaming giant hands emerged, clenching fiercely towards Elder Wei and Yu Changsheng!

Boom!

Under the blazing sun, as Meng Xiangrui made his move, the sky suddenly darkened, thick dark clouds gathered, obscuring the sunlight, and layers of storms swept in, stirring up sand and dust, covering the sky and the earth, howling and lifting up the heat waves. Under the oppressive atmosphere, Meng Xiangrui's figure stood tall, and the pressure of the peak of the Purple Mansion realm erupted wave after wave!

"Damn it!"

Old Wei's face darkened instantly, and he cursed. Although he was puzzled, he looked at the giant golden hand falling from the sky. In the next instant, a magnificent sword light rose from the sky beside him, stirring up the wind and clouds, and slashed fiercely at the giant hand that seemed to reach the sky!

Click!

The sword light was magnificent, and the giant hand trembled, but collapsed after a brief resistance. Old Wei turned his head, and the one who drew the sword was Yu Changsheng. At this moment, he no longer concealed himself. The Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand hummed softly, the blade trembled slightly, and an astonishing sword intent was brewing and bursting forth.

"Master, you go first. I'll be right back after I take care of him."

Yu Changsheng's expression hardened slightly. He shrugged and handed the Xuan Turtle to Elder Wei. Then, he squinted at Meng Xiangrui opposite him. His expression changed, and he no longer concealed his true nature, revealing his true face.

"But... now that the Black Tortoise can't act, you..."

Old Wei hesitated, and after a moment of surprise, he looked at Yu Changsheng with concern, then at Meng Xiangrui, who was eyeing him menacingly. He pursed his lips and his face turned ugly.

"It's alright, it's just a clone, it doesn't pose a threat to me. Master, you should hurry up and leave first, but we'll meet at the place we agreed on before. I'll kill it and then go there immediately."

Time is of the essence; barring any unforeseen circumstances, the old man's true form should be on its way.

Yu Changsheng roared, then turned to give Elder Wei a reassuring look. The Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and purple light instantly enveloped the entire desert. Yu Changsheng's aura, belonging to the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, also rose up, transforming into the second pillar of heaven in the desert, standing in opposition to Meng Xiangrui.

"Don't worry. It's just a mere Purple Mansion; killing it won't be difficult."

After saying that, Yu Changsheng grinned, his tone relaxed.

Upon hearing this, Old Wei let out a long sigh of relief, feeling somewhat at ease. He was not one to hesitate, and after giving Yu Changsheng a deep look, he nodded and said, "Then be careful, don't try to fight him head-on."

Having said that, he glanced at Meng Xiangrui, chose a direction, and in an instant burst forth with a speed no less than that of the Purple Mansion, speeding towards the horizon.

Meng Xiangrui simply watched coldly, expressionless, and did not try to stop him; his target was Yu Changsheng.

In his eyes, Yu Changsheng was more important.

Meng Xiangrui sneered and said, "You're quite confident, aren't you? Not bad, it's only been a short time since we last met, and you've already reached the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm."

"How terrifying! In that case, we can't let you escape. Today, you will die!"

"Hmph, too much nonsense."

Yu Changsheng snorted coldly, his face icy, his body swayed, bursting with extreme speed, and the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand was swung, sword energy bursting forth, and he slashed fiercely at Meng Xiangrui!

"Swish swish!!"

The extreme sharpness ripped through the void, and the two figures collided hundreds of times in an instant. Each collision caused the void to rumble, and an astonishing aura rose. As a result, the world changed color, and the storm howled.

The yellow sand was swirled into the sky, densely covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles amidst the flying sand and stones, blurring the light of day. Sword energy, like rainbows, surged forth wave after wave, unleashing the power of magical arts and supernatural abilities, shaking the heavens and the earth. Countless sands were swept to the horizon, and two blurry figures clashed repeatedly within them, exchanging thousands of blows in the blink of an eye.

From the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the sky, countless quicksand pits were shaken out of the desert, and countless grains of sand flew about like blades, each one slicing through the void and revealing an astonishing sharpness.

"Fierce Inferno!"

Yu Changsheng frowned, with the Crimson Purgatory Dragon swirling around him. Amidst the raging yellow sandstorm, his body rose and fell, appearing and disappearing. Endless golden flames surged into the sky, dancing on every grain of sand and spreading outwards. Thus, a boundless sea of ​​fire swept across the hundred-mile desert, the astonishing temperature distorting space, creating a scene of purgatory, which surged toward Meng Xiangrui in a violent upheaval.

Meng Xiangrui sneered, his expression utterly calm. With a flick of his sleeve, layers upon layers of ice crystals rained down from the sky, like countless needles, resisting the desert fire. (End of Chapter)