The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Today, the Lei family's heroes' banquet begins.

Dust swirled on the path.

Several fine horses galloped swiftly, startling countless birds into flight.

Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Sikong Qianluo had already met up with Tang Lianye and Ruoyi on the way, but Wuxin was nowhere to be seen.

After exchanging information, both sides learned that the attacks they had encountered along the way were aimed directly at the Lei family's Hero Banquet.

The Tang Clan plans to use the Lei Family Heroes' Banquet as a pretext to wipe out the entire Lei Clan.

Not far away, on a hillside, three figures watched the group of teenagers pass by without making any other moves, letting the mountain wind whistle through them.

"I never expected that you would come in person, senior."

Is it just that the senior doesn't intend to meet with them?

Although they were very close to Lei Family Fortress, Wuxin had a premonition that they wouldn't get back so easily.

These three were Zhou Zhenhuan, who had brought Hua Jin to join in the fun, and the heartless little monk.

Zhou Zhen put his hands behind his back, a faint joy rising in his heart.

He had been in a good mood ever since the gears of fate had moved forward a great distance.

Perhaps it was the joy of Heaven that infected him, or perhaps he was simply happy on his own.

I'm inexplicably happy.

Hearing Wuxin's words, Zhou Zhenhuan smiled warmly, with a touch of springtime languor.

"Haven't we already seen it?"

Wu Xin paused for a moment, then chuckled and clasped his hands together: "I have indeed seen it."

But the senior seemed completely unconcerned.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, what's there to worry about?"

Those who intercepted them, given their current strength and the trump cards they possessed, could not take their lives.

Look, I've brought along the renowned Little Fairy Doctor, all to save their lives, isn't that right?"

Hua Jin was eating candied hawthorns when, who knows why Zhou Huanzhen would casually pull out two strings of candied hawthorns from his sleeve.

She was very curious about what the sleeves were made of.

Out of nowhere, the topic turned to her. Hua Jin snorted, shook her head violently, and her long braid lashed out like a whip.

Before she could even touch Zhou Zhenhuan, she was blown off course by a gentle breeze and floated back down behind her.

Hua Jin discovered this way of playing and found it very fun.

"Don't think I didn't realize you were being sarcastic. I'm not famous yet."

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and shook his head: "That's just because you're unwilling. You are the personal disciple of the Medicine King and the next sect leader of Medicine King Valley."

Once this reputation spreads, countless people will be scrambling to get their hands on him.

Hua Jin imagined the scene, shuddered, and hurriedly shook her head.

"It's really troublesome. I'd better not become famous."

My master once said that Medicine King Valley aims to heal the sick and save lives, not to become the private doctors of high-ranking officials and nobles.

They always find a way to make ordinary people stay away.

Zhou Zhenhuan gave a thumbs up: "Your master is very wise. Speaking of which, my master and your master used to have a good relationship."

Hua Jin pouted: "We're on good terms now, and you even treated me to candied hawthorns."

Wu Xin looked at Hua Jin with some curiosity. "The Immortal Physician?"

The senior is indeed very thoughtful.

"Let's go, we still need to have a drink at the Heroes' Banquet."

If a hero like me isn't here, what kind of heroes' banquet is it?

Wu Xin paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting that this person would actually intend to attend the Heroes' Banquet.

However, it does suit his free-spirited nature.

"Indeed, if our predecessors are not heroes, then there are no heroes in this world."

But he quickly changed his mind, his expression strange yet seemingly self-evident.

Zhou Zhenhuan, accompanied by a young monk and a young healer, became a thief.

The three hid on the roof beams, and before Zhou Zhenhuan could make any move, a wine jar flew up.

Hua Jin's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

She had never done anything so outrageous in her entire life.

Why did you come here to steal wine?

Zhou Zhenhuan pulled out a gold-embossed invitation from his pocket and handed it to her.

Hua Jin took it and looked at it. He found that it was an invitation from Lei Family Fort to Qingcheng, and his face darkened even more.

"Since you have an invitation, why don't you come in openly and sit down to drink?"

Why would you steal someone else's wine?

Zhou Zhen shook his head: "No, then are these wines for the guests?"

"Since I'm a guest, why can't I drink? Where I drink and how I drink are up to me, aren't they?"

"Huh?" Hua Jin was stunned by this logic. It sounded reasonable, but something just didn't feel right.

Wu Xin found it amusing to listen from the side, but he never paid attention to such things. Since his senior said he could drink, he could naturally drink the wine too.

Just as he was about to open the seal, Zhou Zhenhuan pulled out a spider from somewhere, which startled Hua Jin so much that she screamed.

"Zhou Huanzhen, what are you doing? Throw it away, throw it away!"

Zhou Zhen gave her a strange look: "You're actually afraid of this?"

"I... I'm not afraid, it's just that looking at it makes me feel disgusted."

Zhou Zhen ignored her and looked at Wuxin instead: "This wine is not easy to drink; it has been spiked with something."

"Senior, are you saying that this wine has been poisoned?"

This is unlikely.

Lei Family Fort is heavily guarded; someone just came to inspect the liquor.

"If our senior hadn't led us in, even if I wanted to sneak in and steal the wine, it would have been quite a hassle."

Little Fairy Doctor opened the wine seal, smelled it, and frowned.

"It was indeed adulterated with something, the Tang Clan's Immortal Dew."

Zhou Zhenhuan gave him another thumbs up: "As expected of Little Fairy Doctor, you can even smell the colorless and odorless Immortal Dew." This was a genuine compliment.

This time, Hua Jin didn't tolerate him and pushed him down.

Zhou Zhen hooked his foot on the roof beam, and as if he were weightless, he spun around and returned to his original position.

Wuxin dipped his finger in a drop of wine, licked it on his tongue, and shuddered.

"This Immortal Dew is quite potent, but it doesn't seem to be lethal. Hmm, my cultivation level..."

Wu Xin felt his internal energy being slowly dissolved, and his eyes lit up.

There are such interesting poisons in the world.

Zhou was both amused and exasperated. He patted him to neutralize the toxins in his body and shook his head: "Don't put everything in your mouth."

The Tang Clan's Immortal Dew: a single drop can render you powerless and immobile for two hours.

Moreover, it's colorless and odorless, truly an essential item for murder, robbery, and travel.

Zhou Zhenhuan took a big gulp, savored it, and nodded: "It's good wine."

Hua Jin stared wide-eyed at the scene.

Is this person crazy?!

We'll have to get his brain checked sooner or later.

He just said a drop could neutralize one's power, but then he turned around and gulped down a big mouthful.

Hua Jin reached out and grabbed his wrist, checked his pulse, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"That's strange, Lao Zhou, why don't you have a pulse?"

As she spoke, she rested her head against Zhou Zhenhuan's chest, listened for a while, and her brows furrowed even more deeply.

"There's no heartbeat either. Could it be that you've actually been dead for a long time?"

How did you feel after drinking this wine?

Zhou Zhen quietly withdrew his hand and pushed her head to the side.

"Yes, I've been dead for many years."

As for what this wine tastes like? It's good; Lei Family Fort has clearly put a lot of thought and effort into it.

Chapter 132 Visitors come like clouds

"Duan Feihong, the head of the Duan family of Jiangnan, and his disciples have come to the banquet. Please take your seats!"

"Master Qingling of the Wudang Sect and his disciples have come to the banquet. Please take your seats!"

"Elder Lan Yue of the Xianxia Sect, along with his disciples, have come to the banquet. Please take your seats!"

"The Spirit Painting Pavilion..."

"Shaolin Sect..."

Lei Qianhu stood at the gate of Lei Family Fortress with a gentle smile on his face.

He is actually a very indifferent person and doesn't like crowds.

He had never brought his disciples to the heroes' banquet in the past.

The real reason is that many things have happened to the Lei family over the years.

Lei Men disciples sheathed their swords and knives, and did not join the ranks of soldiers.

However, among the four heroes of Leimen, Lei Mengsha went to Beili and became a general, while Lei Hong disobeyed the ancestral teachings and learned swordsmanship halfway through his life.

Lei Yunhe challenged Qingcheng, and then disappeared without a trace. Many people thought he was dead.

Lei Qianhu suffered from a severe cold poison during his battle with the Demonic Sect's Youbing, which penetrated to the bone marrow.

All of these factors suggest that, in the eyes of many, the Lei family is already showing signs of decline.

Lei Qianhu naturally didn't have a penchant for being pointed at and gossiped about.

Therefore, in recent years, even though Lei Family Fort has maintained relations with the major families in Jiangnan, it has only been superficial.

But things are different now. Today, the Lei family has returned to its peak and is even stronger than before.

When your state of mind is different, how you see other things will naturally change.

"Sect Master, almost all the major clans and sects have arrived. Only Snow Moon City, Tang Sect, and Qingcheng Mountain have not yet arrived."

Butler Lei Tianhen was also in high spirits today.

He wasn't particularly talented, and he was destined not to go far in the path of martial arts.

Over the years, he had worked diligently for the Lei family, but he harbored some resentment in his heart.

But today, he was very happy, looking at the distinguished guests, his eyes filled with joy.

Lei Qianhu frowned. The Tang Clan hadn't given any definite answer beforehand, and only sent someone to say that the old master would also be coming close to the banquet.

That really gave the Lei family a lot of face.

Lei Qianhu felt that given the grudge between the Tang Clan and the Lei family, even if the old master was a little late, it was acceptable to wait.

It seems reasonable that they wouldn't come to Qingcheng Mountain.