Having mastered the Daoist arts, you're telling me you're in a world of demons and monster

Just as Fang Po turned to leave, a young figure appeared out of thin air and slowly stepped into the hall.

His clothes were spotless, and his expression was calm and composed; it was Jiang Xuanjing.

"Master Jiang!"

Zhao Wuduan was taken aback at first, then quickly greeted him.

"You're finally back."

These days, with Jiang Xuanjing away from Qingshan County, he is constantly on edge, unable to find a moment's peace.

Seeing that the person had returned, I finally felt relieved.

Fang Po also suddenly stopped in his tracks. Upon seeing who it was, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly bowed deeply, saying, "Greetings, Daoist Jiang!"

Ever since Lin Qingyi told him that he had survived the clutches of such a peerless master, he had been filled with awe and dared not be negligent.

Jiang Xuanjing's gaze calmly swept over the two people in the hall, finally landing on Zhao Wuduan. He nodded slightly: "How is the situation?"

"Reporting to Senior, a secret letter has been sent back from Zhangtai Prefecture. Lord Lü said that only you can understand the contents of this letter upon reading it."

Zhao Wuduan, disregarding Fang Po's presence, immediately took out a seemingly ordinary letter from his bosom.

Fang Po dared not look any longer, quickly excused himself, and left.

call.

Jiang Xuanjing's expression shifted slightly. In an instant, the letter seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand from afar, slowly flowing to his eyes and unfolding flat on its own.

"Magic power?"

He focused his attention and examined the letter closely. There were no words on it, only wisps of extremely small magical power flowing and floating between the pages.

Clearly, this is a limitation of the laws of this world; only those who understand its mysteries can glimpse the hidden messages of the writer.

This situation must have been the work of Lü Qingchi.

This is clearly inextricably linked to that Great Wonderful Heaven.

But for Jiang Xuanjing, such methods were ultimately superfluous.

He activated the Six Hearts Mysterious Transformation technique, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he understood the secrets hidden in the letter.

Otherwise, how could he have returned so quickly?

However, like the Flying Divine Qi and the Spiritual Chapter Flying Sword, the Six Hearts Profound Transformation has its own emphasis on Daoist scriptures and supernatural powers. It is capable of everything in its strengths, but is far inferior in its weaknesses.

The most powerful aspect of this Six Hearts Transformation is that it allows one to easily discern the true nature of others when they focus all their attention on oneself.

At other times, they are slightly inferior.

"I understand."

Jiang Xuan nodded.

"Go ahead and do your own thing."

The message in the letter was clear: the so-called Bai Li had gathered demons from all directions.

Even the gathering place was hidden within the magical information.

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the hall like a bubble, leaving only a faint, clear aura.

Zhao Wuduan stared blankly into the empty space, let out a long sigh, and then tensed up again.

He knew that a storm, powerful enough to shake the entire Zhangtai Prefecture and possibly even Yunzhou, was about to be unleashed by this seemingly young Taoist priest.

Zhangtai Prefecture governed ten counties.

However, the most famous city is not Fucheng, but Longhucheng.

The city is named after Jiulong Lake.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, a nine-headed dragon caused havoc and chaos here. It was eventually killed by a master, and its body sank to the bottom of the lake. Its blood transformed into a vast swamp, which is now known as Jiulong Lake.

This lake stretches far and wide, its blue waves surging and rippling. Sunlight pours down, sprinkling the shimmering surface, and as the ripples change, it seems as if golden dragon blood is slowly flowing.

It is a magnificent scenic spot renowned far and wide.

Jiang Xuanjing's gaze swept across the lake, but he couldn't see any unusual phenomena related to "Nine Dragons". He only felt that the scenery of Nine Dragons Lake was serene and surrounded by spiritual energy, which was quite remarkable.

The so-called spiritual energy is the energy that cultivators of magic in this world breathe in and use to nourish their cultivation.

Although the lake contains spiritual energy, no major sects or cultivators reside there, so it is clearly not a particularly good place.

It's no wonder that demons would choose to gather here, given that such a secluded and tranquil place is also rich in spiritual energy.

"Young Taoist priest, are you heading to Dragon Island?"

A boatman rowed up from the lakeside and asked with a smile,

"If we miss this ship, we'll have to wait another hour."

"If you wish to stay on Dragon Island, I can put in a good word for you and try to get you a discount, but whether it will work out is uncertain."

It truly lives up to its name, Jiulong Lake.

There are also nine islands in the lake, and the one commonly known as Dragon Island is the most expansive of them.

There is also a town called Dragon Island on the island, where the locals are dedicated to welcoming tourists from all directions.

"Is there no demon causing trouble in this lake?"

Jiang Xuanjing asked.

Beyond the green mountains,

The people in these places, once they get older, are quite knowledgeable about demons and monsters.

It seems that Xuanchen Temple is still the same as before, with little incense offerings.

Therefore, they cannot come into contact with truly knowledgeable pilgrims.

"How could that be?"

The boatman laughed and said, "Nine Dragons Lake hasn't seen a single strange or eerie thing happen here for many years."

"I see……"

Just as Jiang Xuanjing responded, another voice suddenly came from the lakeside.

"Please wait a moment, boatman. Could you give one person a ride?"

The man was dressed in a well-tailored blue shirt, with slightly graying beard and hair. His eyes held a sense of vicissitude, and his demeanor was refined and composed.

He seemed like a well-read and travel-savvy schoolteacher.

He walked leisurely to the shore, his gaze falling on the boatman and Jiang Xuanjing.

"Taoist priest?"

The boatman changed his address, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Can."

Jiang Xuanjing had no objection to this.

"Thank you, Taoist priest. Thank you, boatman."

The man in the blue shirt bowed respectfully, his smile gentle and humble.

Fortunately, there were no other people after that.

The small boat slowly left the shore, the boatman gently rowing the wooden oars, breaking through the lake's blue waves, and leisurely sailing towards Dragon Island in the vast expanse of misty waters.

The lake is vast and boundless, and a gentle breeze carries a cool, misty vapor onto your face.

The distant islands, dark blue-green, are shrouded in a thin mist, appearing both real and illusory.

"Did you travel to Dragon Island to sightsee, Taoist priest?"

The man in the blue shirt spoke first, his voice gentle, as if he were having a casual chat.

"I came at someone's invitation."

Jiang Xuanjing replied calmly.

"What a coincidence."

The man in blue smiled slightly, "That's why I've come as well."

As he spoke, he introduced himself.

"Yang Yunjun, a native of Cangzhou, do you know his name?"

"Jiang Xuanjing".

"A good name."

Yang Yunjun sighed softly.

"It is fate that we have met. After this matter is settled, would you do me the honor of sharing a drink with me, Daoist Master?"

"nature."

Jiang Xuanjing's smile was enigmatic.

As the boat gradually entered the center of the lake, the two chatted idly.

Yang Yunjun usually initiated the questions, while Jiang Xuanjing gave brief answers.

It must be said that this person has extremely broad knowledge, and seems to know everything about the world, from north to south, and from local customs to people. He can say a few words about anything.

Before long, the small boat arrived at Dragon Island.

After paying the fare, the two disembarked.

Surprisingly, the two walked in the same direction, one after the other.

There was no town there, only a road leading up the low hills.

"Master, what a coincidence! Could it be...?"

Yang Yunjun's smile remained gentle.

"Are you also going to visit friends on this mountain?"