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

I never imagined you would be one of his people.

Yang Xiang smiled even more happily.

"Actually, I never thought I would become one of the Red King's people. The Red King is a very good person; he has given me so much."

I can't go home anymore. Even my family's guardian deity was killed by that carefree immortal.

Can you imagine?

As a person was eating mutton and singing, excitedly wanting to go home, a large river appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

Moreover, the river was quite strange; if you reached out to touch it, you couldn't feel any water.

You could even put a boat on it, and it would sink immediately. You could even watch the boat fall and be smashed to pieces.

But that river really does exist.

I saw my Bodhisattva by the river; she no longer had her former joyful appearance.

At this point, Yang Xiang's smiling face suddenly became extremely distorted.

Even Luo Qingyang was somewhat shocked; a person's expression could actually be distorted like that.

"That's why I want revenge!"

Luo Qingyang listened patiently to his story, even though he didn't understand it.

What Bodhisattva? Could it be his beloved?

However, such a description is rather disrespectful to the Bodhisattva. While there are indeed some female Bodhisattvas who are charitable and generous, it is clearly inappropriate to use this description to describe their beloved.

And then there's that river that exists yet doesn't.

Although he couldn't understand it, that didn't stop Luo Qingyang from expressing his understanding.

"If you want revenge, you should go find that carefree immortal."

Upon hearing this name, Yang Xiang's distorted expression instantly calmed down.

He spread his hands and said very straightforwardly, "I want to, but I can't beat them."

Such candor almost made the Lone Sword Immortal burst out laughing.

Yang Xiang chuckled again, a hint of madness in her smile.

"So this depends on you, Lone Sword Immortal."

"Rely on me? Too bad, I'm no match for you either."

No, no, no, you've misunderstood.

Just because you can't do it now doesn't mean you can't do it in the future.

You should know that I have some talent in alchemy.

This ghost doctor is very skilled in the methods of making medicine puppets in the southern border region.

Using my Divine Travel Pill, combined with a medicinal human, I can refine you into a medicinal human at the Divine Travel realm.

Just imagine, that would be a truly magnificent honor. You would be the first and only person in the world to achieve a state of spiritual transcendence through medicine.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingyang's heart sank.

"The Crimson King... has actually colluded with you evil people."

The Ghost Doctor, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up: "Don't put it so harshly, Lone Sword Immortal. You should know that the so-called good and evil in this world are just that—good. Didn't you also use the Divine Travel Pill provided by this evil cultist for the sake of Winning Sword Immortal?"

"Do you think you, Lone Sword Immortal, can be considered a righteous path?"

Lone Sword Immortal fell silent; he had to admit that the woman was right.

"I would like to say a few words to the Red King."

"Forget it, Lone Sword Immortal, even I, an outsider, know what you're trying to say."

Wake up! The Red King is destined to be the emperor. Do you think he would allow his mother to be with someone like you?

What will you be then? An emperor emeritus?

"Have you gone mad from practicing swordsmanship? It's absolutely ridiculous."

The Lone Sword Immortal's eyes reddened, and his anger seemed about to erupt: "He actually dared to discuss such a matter with you! Does he not care at all about his mother's reputation?"

"Ha, reputation? What reputation does she have? If it weren't for her, how could the Crimson King be disliked by the Emperor and find himself in such a precarious situation?"

"Alright, Medicine Maniac, why are you saying so much? With such good material, let's get started as soon as possible. I can't wait."

After all, he's the Lone Sword Immortal. Just thinking about it makes me tremble; I'm practically going crazy with excitement.

Chapter 141 Famous Scenic Spots: The Desolate Scenery

As dawn broke, the sounds of fists and feet clashing echoed from the Lei Family Fort Martial Arts Hall.

Lei Wujie was surrounded by the Eight Horsemen of Leimen and others, and they were sparring.

"Let's stop fighting, let's stop fighting. Junior Brother Wujie, we can understand that you can learn the Fire Scorching Technique."

"But why can your fire spell last for so long?"

The Lei Family Fort disciples grimaced and clenched their fists in surprise. Although Lei Wujie was considered one of the more outstanding disciples of their generation, he was definitely not capable of taking on a group of people at once without being at a disadvantage.

Moreover, this fire-burning technique is rather strange. It's been half an hour, and this guy doesn't seem to be tired at all.

Lei Wujie wiped the sweat from his forehead, somewhat smug.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to master the Fire Scorching Technique to the level I have."

After all, I'm a genius.

"Pah, don't brag."

"Hurry up and tell us, do you have any secret tips? Share them with us!"

Lei Wujie shuddered as he recalled the days when he evolved into Lei Jiema.

Ah, it's better not to recall it.

But several battles proved that his master's inhuman training was indeed effective.

"Actually, there's no secret to it. My master always said that martial arts are something you have to practice and use a lot."

Once your body gets used to it, you can gradually extend the time.

For example, when we were kids, we practiced the horse stance. At first, our legs didn't feel like they belonged to us, but after practicing for a while, we could stand for half an hour.

The principle is the same.

"It's that simple?"

Lei Wujie patted his chest: "It's that simple. That's how I trained. You guys don't know, back then I was pulling a carriage with my master, my uncle, and my senior sister Qianluo sitting in it. If I was slow, my master wouldn't give me any food."

Anyway, I trained it after running from Qingcheng to Xueyue City.

Everyone gasped in astonishment. This actually works?

Outside the martial arts hall, Lei Hong and Lei Qianhu, who had gotten up early to practice their boxing, exchanged a glance and fell into deep thought.

"Brother Hong, what do you think?"

Lei Hong stretched his shoulders: "That makes some sense. This carefree immortal does have some skill."

Lei Qianhu chuckled: "Just a little bit?"

Lei Hong looked a little awkward and snorted.

"What? Is it because Dao Jianxian is taking his anger out on his senior brother?"

"Go away, go away, do you think I, Lei Hong, am such a petty person?"

Sigh, okay, I admit it, he's a much more competent mentor than I am.

Lei Wujie has been delayed by me all these years.

Over the years, my mind has been a jumbled mess.

I worry about your injuries, practice boxing, swordsmanship, study medicine, and I also have to worry about her...

That's it, that's it.

It's a little embarrassing to talk about this now.

When will that person leave?

I'd also like to ask about swords.

Lei Qianhu shook his head: "I really don't know. Why don't you just go and ask? If that doesn't work, let my brother ask."

He and that person were quite close.

Zhou Zhen was actually living quite comfortably in Lei Family Fortress, with several disciples by his side taking excellent care of him.

Especially when Xiao Qianluo took out several new clothes from her purse and claimed that they were made with her father's private money, Zhou Zhen felt incredibly pleased and happy.

He's definitely my apprentice; this material is far superior to what I'm wearing.

So, under Xiao Se's jealous and insane gaze, Zhou Zhenhuan gave Sikong Qianluo a large stack of talismans.

He'd experienced firsthand how powerful this thing was along the way.

Even if his body hadn't fully recovered, with these items, he could still fight against a master of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, and with his Cloud-Stepping Step, he could even win easily.

Hmph, I, Xiao Se, the dignified sixth prince of Bei Li, would never stoop to such flattery.

Then the disciples of Lei Family Fort saw that the carefree immortal was followed by a little tail, who was extremely obsequious.

"Master, are you thirsty? Your disciple will make you some tea."

"Master, are you tired? Let me massage your back."

"Master, are you hungry, your disciple..."

Then Leijiabao gained another famous tourist attraction, the Upside-Down Desolate.

Xiao Se was hung on the moon gate, visible to all the passing disciples. Xiao Se felt he must be dead, otherwise he wouldn't even feel his own face anymore.

"Senior Brother Xiao Se, your face is so red. Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."

This is a shy female disciple from Lei Family Fort.

After all, Xiao Se's looks are still quite striking, and being suspended like this, unable to move, allowed the female disciples to take full advantage of him.

They didn't dare go too far, at most touching her a couple of times before turning and running away.

When Lei Wujie returned after practicing his fist techniques with his fellow disciples, he saw Xiao Se pulsating like a silkworm cocoon.

"Hey, junior brother, playing around here?"

Xiao Se gave up struggling, letting the rope dangle him back and forth, looking utterly dejected.

"Yeah, it's a lot of fun. You blockhead, can you put me down first?"

"That won't do. Master instructed that you have to stay for two days."

"Two days? No, no, I'm going to die! Go tell Master right now, I'm really going to die."

Instead of her master, she encountered the Little Fairy Doctor.

Soon, the desolate figure hanging upside down became a hedgehog.

Are you sure this is for my medical treatment?

Hua Jin squatted down and poked his head twice: "You'll have to ask your master. He said he can cure it."

"What? But aren't you a miracle doctor?"

"No, I'm just a young girl, not some kind of miracle doctor."

However, your master said that it can only temporarily suppress your injuries; to fully heal them, you'll need a special power.

Xiao Se frowned: "Special power?"

"Yes, a special kind of ethereal aura. The power of a ghost immortal."

So you should be prepared that you'll be spending a long time at sea for the next period of time.

"The power of a ghost immortal?"