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

"Yes, that is a reverse force, while your master is a positive force."

Anyway, that's what your master said, and I don't really understand it either.

Although I possess the art of reviving the dead, I lack the corresponding internal energy. However, you possess a power that your master once instilled within you, which has now become your protective talisman.

So apart from ghosts and immortals, any other person's power, even if it hasn't been channeled into your body, will probably be ejected.

Therefore, no matter which sword immortal or spear immortal makes a move, they probably won't be able to suppress your master's true energy.

The Wine Immortal might be a suffice, but he's now left the East Sea, so it's impossible to find such a master within the Northern Li territory.

Hua Jin was quite helpless when she said this.

However, Zhou Zhen was unable to participate in the treatment due to certain unspeakable reasons. If he were to extract the true energy, Xiao Se would suffer further injuries.

Perhaps this is what fate is—unavoidable.

Anyway, these are Zhou Zhenhuan's exact words.

Xiao Se thought about many things. When he first met his master, his master said that his destiny did not lie with him and that there was someone else who could save him.

Furthermore, when he first became a disciple, his master coughed up blood simply because he accepted him as a disciple.

"I understand, thank you so much, doctor."

"Don't thank me, thank your master. Although you encountered many dangers along the way, he was actually watching over you the whole time."

He's working really hard.

Chapter 142 About to Act

After being released, Xiao Se found his master, whom he had worked very hard for.

The master was playing chess with the young monk, while Sikong Qianluo and Lei Wujie, each holding a rabbit, were shouting and gesturing as they practiced swordsmanship, their exchanges fierce and intense.

The autumn sun shines in the courtyard, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Xiao Se's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

Since the incident with the Prince of Langya, he had actually closed his heart.

After entering the martial arts world, Lei Wujie, Wuxin, Xiao Se, Tang Lian and others brought him a lot of warmth.

Of course, there's also this master who has no proper posture.

They embellished his journey through the martial world, making it less lonely.

"Senior's chess skills are superb, this humble monk is no match for you, this humble monk has lost again."

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand: "Go is inherently about deception, it's just a game, there's no need to care about winning or losing."

Your heart seems troubled; are you leaving?

The young monk nodded, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the wind and clouds, finally settling on the direction of Hanshui Temple.

"Nothing can be hidden from you, senior. This humble monk is indeed leaving to settle a worldly ties."

Zhou Zhen nodded, as if he already knew where he was going.

Have you thought about what to say when we meet?

The young monk's smile gradually brightened.

"Not yet, maybe I'll ask her how she's been all these years."

Perhaps we should ask her if she ever missed that little house in Suzhou.

Or perhaps it's just a fleeting glimpse from afar.

Actually, the answers to some questions aren't that important.

Unfortunately, this humble monk's cultivation is insufficient; I still wish to hear the answer.

Zhou Zhenzhen remained noncommittal: "It has a beginning and an end."

"Yes, it must be thorough from beginning to end. Otherwise, it might lead to inner demons."

"Then let's go and take a look, and ask."

"That is the way. I shall take my leave now."

Xiao Se then quickly walked over: "Monk, are you leaving?"

Wu Xin smiled and looked at her still rosy face: "It's obvious that you've been very popular with men these past few days."

Xiao Se felt inexplicably irritated: "If you want it, I can give it to you."

"I am a monk."

"Stop with the nonsense, where are we going this time?"

The young monk gave him a meaningful look: "Go back to Hanshui Temple first, then head north to Tianqi."

Xiao Se's eyes flickered when he heard the word "Apocalypse".

However, he did not comment on this, but simply nodded and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "Take care on your journey."

Don't you want to go back and see?

If you were to take that position, I, Tianwaitian, would support you.

Xiao Se seemed to have heard a joke and scoffed, "You demonic sect?"

"The Demonic Cult can also stand behind you."

Do you know that someone once traveled thousands of miles to the Outer Heavens, specifically to have me deal with you?

Xiao Se's expression finally changed, revealing a deep and unyielding sorrow.

"Monk, thank you, but I don't need it."

The young monk raised his beautiful eyebrows, his smile carrying a hint of compassion, and gently patted Xiao Se's shoulder.

This time, Xiao Se simply nodded without saying a word.

When the little monk stepped through the moon gate, he suddenly turned around and laughed, "You can consider it. What I just said is true. My Demonic Sect does all sorts of bad things, but we have never done anything like helping a prince ascend the throne."

"How about we give it a try?"

Xiao Se frowned, flicked his sleeves, and said, "Get lost!"

"Alright! Seniors, everyone, this humble monk is off!"

Xiao Se's identity is no longer a secret. In fact, it has been an open secret ever since he became a disciple of Xiaoyao Xian.

It was just that this reputation that scared away a lot of people.

After all, he was a disciple of the Immortal of Leisure.

The chess player was now Xiao Se, but Zhou Zhenhuan seemed rather uninterested.

"Master, what do you think?"

"What are you looking at?"

"That's what that disreputable monk said."

Zhou was fiddling with the chess pieces, looking rather bored: "What I think isn't important; what matters is what you think."

If it weren't for the fact that I still have some influence, you would probably have died eight hundred times over by now.

"This disciple thanks Master for protecting me."

"Why say such useless things? You need to know that some things, even if you don't do them, your very existence is an obstacle."

Those who want to reach the summit will do everything in their power to remove you as an obstacle.

"Is Master encouraging his disciple to strive?"

"No, as long as you are still my disciple, saving your life is a very easy thing."

Think it over carefully, and figure out exactly what you want.

That's your home after all. No matter how long you wander outside, you'll eventually have to go back.

This is your destiny; you can't escape it.

Zhou Zhenhuan got up, stretched, and swayed as he walked back into the house with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Se stared blankly at the character "命" (fate) displayed on the chessboard.

"Senior sister, what did Xiao Se and Master talk about?"

Sikong Qianlu shook her head: "Although I heard it all, I didn't understand it."

Lei Wujie grabbed Mingyue's hand and scratched his head: "I didn't understand either."

Mingyue scratched his hair a couple of times, somewhat annoyed.

Within Wushuang City, the most numerous establishments are blacksmith shops.

As soon as Bai Wang Xiao Chong's entourage entered the city, they felt the intense heat in the air.

And a faint smell of rust.

Zang Ming even saw someone using their own blood to consecrate the sword.

A group of burly men, half-naked, rhythmically struck iron blocks, creating a unique kind of music.

"Your Highness, is it inappropriate for Wushuang City to manufacture so many ironwares?"

Xiao Chong had already pulled off the black cloth covering his eyes, lifted the curtain, glanced at it, and then quickly put it back down.

Do you know how the name "Peerless City" came about?

Zang thought for a moment and said, "It was bestowed by the founding emperor."

"That's right. Back then, the world was in turmoil. Emperor Taizu emerged out of nowhere, swept away the chaos, unified the world, and established the Northern Li."

Wushuang City made outstanding contributions in that war of unification.

The founding emperor personally bestowed upon them the title of "Unparalleled City Under Heaven," a great honor bestowed upon them by the emperor.

However, when it came to my father, during the Rebellion of the Seven Kings, it was the people of Snowmoon City who put him on that throne, which is why Snowmoon City became powerful and prosperous.

A new emperor brings a new court; this is only natural.

The reason I chose Wushuang City was because I valued their iron smelting rights.

Furthermore, their ancestors had served Emperor Taizu, so they were qualified to get involved.

Otherwise, with only the current experts of Wushuang City, what qualifications would they have to earn my respect?

Wushuang City has indeed declined; it doesn't even have a sword immortal to this day.

But the city lord's disciple, the owner of the Peerless Sword Box, is said to be an exceptional genius.

But so what? He, Xiao Chong, had seen plenty of geniuses.

Whether it's the White King, the Red King, or the other princes, they are all cultivating their influence in the martial arts world.

These people need money and food, and they also need weapons.

Wushuang City is a ready-made place that can provide a large number of weapons.

Chapter 143 Peerless City

Inside Wushuang City, Wushuang was surrounded by sword energy, with twelve flying swords circling around him, but the last one, the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, remained unmoved.

Although there were occasional sounds of swords ringing out, Wushuang knew that it would still take some time before he could draw the sword.

He knew in his heart that this day was not far off.

The twelve flying swords returned to the Peerless Sword Box, which then slammed shut.

Looking at her disciple's exhausted appearance, Song Yan felt a pang of sympathy.

"You don't need to be in such a hurry."

Wushuang took the handkerchief handed to her by her master, wiped her sweat, and said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry, I just feel it's about time and I want to give it a try."

In a few more days, it should be almost done. I feel like I've already touched the threshold of becoming a sword immortal.

Song Yan was genuinely delighted to hear this.