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

Chapter 21 The Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty

Lei Wujie felt that he must have drunk too much tonight. Yes, he must have drunk too much, otherwise why would he feel so awkward and uncomfortable chatting with his senior?

Where is this?

The Beauty Manor was truly bustling with activity.

"Lu Yuzhai of Wushuang City, I didn't expect your Wushuang City to get involved as well."

Lu Yuzhai held his spear and looked at the white-haired swordsman in front of him, coldly snorting, "Tang Lian, no matter how much we fight over things on ordinary days, today, this thing must not fall into the hands of the Demonic Sect."

Tang Lian understood his meaning, and felt bitter inside.

The white-haired immortal's strength exceeded expectations.

He and Lu Yuzhai exchanged a glance and launched their attack simultaneously.

However, the difference in their cultivation levels was simply too great. With a casual flick of his sword, the white-haired immortal sent both of them flying backward.

"Are you OK?"

Lu Yuzhai shook his head: "This person showed mercy, otherwise we would have been dead long ago with that sword strike."

The white-haired immortal stood holding his sword, a hint of impatience on his face.

“You are all descendants of the deceased. Out of respect for your master, I will spare your lives today.”

But that thing originally belonged to our outer heavens.

If you continue to obstruct me, don't blame me for being heartless.

"Yu Ruyi!"

"Wrap your fingers softly!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Just then, a cold light flashed, and sword energy crisscrossed.

Four flying swords, carrying a chilling sword intent, rushed straight towards the white-haired immortal.

The white-haired immortal was somewhat surprised. He raised his hand and swung his sword, but after a few leaps, the flying sword did not harm him in the slightest.

A young boy flew in from the sky, carrying a huge sword box on his back.

The four flying swords, having accomplished nothing, suddenly flew back and stopped in front of the young man, who was full of vigor and ambition.

The white-haired immortal raised an eyebrow: "Oh? The Peerless Sword Box. Kid, what's your name?"

"Unrivaled City! Unrivaled!"

"Peerless City? As far as I know, after Snow Moon City came into being, the word 'Peerless' was dropped from Peerless City."

Wushuang was a little angry, and said arrogantly with her arms crossed, "These two words will be added back sooner or later."

"Oh? So, brat, what do you intend to do?"

"Having encountered a master, how can I let this opportunity pass? Let me test my sword once more!"

Wushuang moved, and the White-Haired Immortal moved as well. In an instant, sword energy intertwined, making it impossible for people to open their eyes. Everyone subconsciously moved away from the battlefield.

"Cloud shuttle, green frost, soft as silk? This is the Peerless Sword Box? It is indeed a fine sword."

"Wow, it's so lively! Good evening everyone, have you eaten yet?"

Just as tensions were about to escalate, a soft voice rang out, and everyone felt the chilling atmosphere vanish instantly, like a gentle spring breeze.

Everyone instinctively focused their attention on the person who had suddenly appeared.

Yes, suddenly, without any process.

This person ignored the overwhelming sword energy and strolled into the forbidden zone woven by the white-haired immortal and peerless sword energy as if he were just wandering around in his own backyard. He didn't even get a hair out of place.

All the sword energy seemed to transform into a spring breeze when it reached him, causing his clothes to flutter and his black hair to sway.

Sikong Qianluo had been injured in the previous round and was being supported by Xiao Se, standing in a corner.

Seeing the newcomer appear, Sikong Qianluo was overjoyed.

They had to admit that Zhou's appearance brought a sigh of relief to all of them.

Although they had never seen Zhou Zhenhuan actually fight anyone, they were certain that he was capable of defeating the White-Haired Immortal.

Just as Sikong Qianluo was about to speak, Xiao Se stopped her.

Sikong Qianluo was somewhat puzzled and turned to look at Xiao Se, who shook his head.

"Let's see."

"What are you looking at?"

Xiao Se sighed: "Are you so sure that this senior is on our side?"

What kind of question is that? Of course he is...

Sikong Qianluo was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

She seemed to have never thought about this question; she only knew that the person was very handsome and kind to them.

They never considered what purpose this person might have in appearing beside them.

"You mean..."

Xiao Se remained calm and composed: "I didn't say anything. But Miss Sikong, why do you trust him?"

Sikong Qianluo bit her lip, unsure how to answer.

"From the moment this person appeared, he did indeed express goodwill towards us."

We have all received his kindness, and of course, the kindness I received was immense, at least I felt it was extraordinary, like a second birth.

But once you've received a favor, you can always find a way to repay it.

But this person never asked for anything in return.

I'm a businessman, and I know that there's no such thing as a free lunch; everything comes at a price.

"And given how intense the battle was before, with his cultivation level, he couldn't have been unaware of it. Why did he only appear now?"

"I...I believe him. At least he didn't come here to steal my senior brother's things, did he?"

Xiao Se remained noncommittal, tucking his hands back into his sleeves and leaning against the shadow of the pillar.

That's why I said, let's wait and see.

This time, Sikong Qianluo did not object. Although she did not have much experience in the martial arts world, she knew that people's hearts were treacherous.

So she looked at Xiao Se: "And what about you? And what are you doing this for?"

"Me? To be honest, my meeting with Tang Lian was just a coincidence. I was on my way to Snow Moon City to collect a debt."

Besides, I don't know martial arts, so what is Miss Sikong worried about?"

Upon seeing Zhou Zhenhuan appear, Wushuang became excited and immediately abandoned Baifa Xian, jumping off the roof.

"Zhou Huanzhen, you've come!"

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and nodded: "You really did remember me."

He knew very well that the little guy was obsessed with swordsmanship and didn't care about anything else, so he wouldn't bother to remember certain people or things.

Wushuang scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "I said I would remember you."

Look, this is my sword!

However, before he could make a move, the four flying swords that had been summoned earlier flew towards Zhou Huanzhen like weary birds returning to their nests.

To everyone's astonishment, they cheered and jumped around Zhou Zhenhuan, as if they were telling him something.

At this moment, even those who are not sword practitioners can feel the joy of this flying sword.

Inside the sword box, the unreleased flying swords kept hitting the Peerless Sword Box, seemingly eager to come out. Peerless opened his eyes wide.

"It's obvious they like you more."

There was an unconscious hint of disappointment in his words.

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled and pointed. Four flying swords converged in a line, each gliding across his fingertip, and everyone could feel the gentleness of the sword intent.

A moment later, with a whoosh, the four flying swords returned to Wushuang's side. Even Wushuang's sword box fell silent.

"Enough, I don't have time to watch you play these little tricks in front of me."

"You're also from Wushuang City?"

The white-haired immortal looked at Zhou Zhenhuan with a wary expression; this man was somewhat unfathomable.

The slight sword intent that had just been revealed made him feel somewhat terrified.

But when did such a master swordsman appear in the martial world of Beili?

He knew all five sword immortals, and had even fought some of them before. This person was definitely not one of those old acquaintances.

"From beyond the heavens, white-haired immortal. A pleasure to meet you!"

"Oh? You know me?"

"So, you've also come to stop me?"

Zhou Zhen shook his head: "You've misunderstood. Although I'm very free, I'm not so free that I would steal someone else's child."

I am not from Wushuang City.

I came here only because of a promise I made to Wushuang.

"And coincidentally, your strength is sufficient to withstand a single strike from my sword."

The white-haired immortal was slightly taken aback: "See you?"

This person is so arrogant.

The White-Haired Immortal was almost laughing in anger. Even the five greatest sword immortals of the world were not qualified to say such things in front of him.

"That's right. I don't mean to look down on you. Even if Zhao Yuzhen were here, she would only be qualified to see my sword strike."

Although you are ranked in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, in my opinion, you are still somewhat inferior to that Sword Immortal.

Because he had already entered a state of spiritual reverie.

The white-haired immortal was startled, but a smug smile remained on his face.

"Ha, you have quite the arrogance. I haven't set foot in Beili for many days, and I never expected to encounter someone like you."

Well, so many years have passed, and many people have forgotten my legendary reputation from beyond the heavens.

Today, I will question the sword in your hand!

Zhou Zhen nodded naturally and turned to look at Wushuang.

"As I said, you'll see my sword soon, so may I borrow your Peerless Sword Box?"

Before Wushuang could answer, the Wushuang Sword Box opened automatically.

With a whoosh, twelve flying swords flew out on their own without warning, instantly filling the room with a chilling light.

Wushuang's eyes were filled with excitement: "As expected, the Wushuang Thirteen Swords can only be fully mastered by those who have reached the Sword Immortal realm. You are stronger than a Sword Immortal, so naturally you can master them."

But everyone's eyes were fixed on the only sword remaining in the sword case.

A sword as dazzling as fire.

Zhou Huanzhen chuckled: "What are you waiting for? The Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty!"

Chapter 22 Zhou Huanzhen Splits the Heavens with One Sword

Second on the list of famous swords: The Great Ming Vermilion Bird!

Summoned by a phoenix cry, everyone present at Beauty Manor instinctively closed their eyes.

Even so, everyone only felt a scorching flame flash before their eyes, blinding and painful.

A sword aura shot into the sky, instantly filling the room with brilliance.

The phoenix spreads its wings and soars through the heavens.

The light scattered, and flames filled the world.