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

"That's a great idea. This kind of showdown is not easy to see."

What about the Ancestral Hall?

“The ancestral master will bless us, no, he will bless them.”

"...That makes a lot of sense, Boundless Heaven...Alas, wait for me."

Fei Xuan was being dragged along by Li Fansong, panting heavily, his legs almost off the ground.

"Junior Uncle, slow down, where are you going? I feel like I'm about to break through."

"Call me 'Uncle-Master'? Why add 'Little Uncle-Master'?"

If you want to break through, hold it in. Master and Uncle-Master are fighting; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…

Before Li Fansong could finish his sentence, he nearly bit his tongue. He stared in disbelief at the overwhelming sword energy emanating from the Ancestral Hall, soaring straight into the sky, vast and righteous.

"Good heavens, is this the eldest master's sword?"

The sword energy soared into the sky, scattering the white clouds in disarray. It seemed capable of dissolving everything, yet it felt as if it could destroy everything, even though it lacked any killing intent.

Destruction and annihilation inexplicably merged with the balance of heaven and earth, creating a perfect harmony.

"Uncle-Master, is this the Tai Chi Sword Intent of Grandmaster Uncle?"

Glug... Li Fansong swallowed his saliva and nodded hesitantly: "It should be, it can only be my grandmaster, ptooey, you've misled me, only my grandmaster can use such a unique sword intent."

This is the true Dao Sword, where all things dissolve and all things revive, you are in me, and I am in you, endlessly regenerating.

At the same time, the world's most famous swords resounded.

In Snow Moon City, Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, gently stroked the hilt of his Iron Horse Ice River sword, his gaze fixed on the distant Qingcheng.

He murmured to himself, "Zhao Yuzhen, is that you? No, the sword intent is wrong. Could it be that another peerless sword immortal has emerged in Qingcheng?"

One man guards the lonely city. The lone swordsman Luo Qingyang presses the Nine Songs sword and gazes at Mount Qingcheng in the distance, remaining silent for a long time, only his hand holding the sword becomes even more steady.

Enraged by the sword intent, Yan Zhantian, the Furious Sword Immortal, swung his sword in fury, and the sword energy shot straight towards Qingcheng.

"How delightful! Qingcheng Mountain? Could it be that the Dao Sword Immortal has entered a divine journey? Well, it seems necessary to make a trip to Qingcheng."

There are fewer and fewer strong enough individuals in the world nowadays to challenge my sword; I hope they won't disappoint me.

In the desolate wilderness, at a deserted shrine, the Confucian swordsman held a bamboo scroll, engrossed in reading it. Suddenly, he felt the myriad scrolls resounding with excitement, and his interest was piqued.

"Qingcheng? Interesting. Perhaps I should go to Qingcheng to gather inspiration; maybe I can even write a good poem there."

Inside Tianqi City, the Imperial Advisor Qi Tianchen gazed at the starry sky, shook his head, and sighed for a long time.

"The secrets of heaven are in chaos, and the world is likely to be in turmoil once again."

On Mount Qingcheng, Zhou Zhenhuan was still slumped on the ground.

But the sword energy that filled the sky had already dissipated, and Zhao Yuzhen's Boundless Sword Formation was completely shattered by a single hair of Zhou Zhenzhen's.

Zhao Yuzhen was in a sorry state; his peach blossom sword had a small nick the size of a fingernail, and his sleeve was torn to shreds.

The dazzling purple Taoist robe had completely lost its decorum.

He clutched his wrist, breathing heavily, his forehead drenched in sweat.

He knew that his senior brother had already shown mercy.

After a long while, he regulated his breathing and then laughed happily.

"Senior brother has indeed become even more powerful."

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed along and asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Do you understand now?"

This time, Zhao Yuzhen stopped smiling. He nodded solemnly and bowed deeply to Zhou Zhenhuan.

"I understand now, thank you for your guidance, senior brother."

Zhou Zhen waved his hand dismissively, and a mountain breeze swept through his sleeves, instantly clearing the air in the entire Ancestral Hall. Zhao Yuzhen, who had been bending over, straightened up without realizing it.

"I never imagined I was so far inferior to my senior brother."

"That's right, your senior brother is exceptionally talented, how could you compare?"

Of course, you are, after all, a person destined for greatness, only slightly less capable than me.

Zhou Zhenhuan gestured with his fingers, then let go. The hair he had pulled out earlier seemed to come alive and returned to Zhou Zhenhuan's head on its own.

Zhao Yuzhen saw it clearly and was deeply shocked.

"Senior brother, what is your current cultivation level?"

Zhou Zhen scratched his head: "Realm? I don't know, it should be called Taixu."

After the spiritual journey, he entered the Great Void.

"Ugh, why bring this up? It's all so boring."

Zhao Yuzhen fell silent. Listen to what people are saying.

You are remarkable, you are aloof, you have a profound realm.

Countless people in the world yearn to enter the realm of divine travel but cannot attain it. Yet you, on the contrary, have broken through the barrier of divine travel. Why don't you just go to heaven?

Of course, this is something to be happy about.

"Come on, let your senior brother take you for a drink."

"Do you have money?"

"you have not?"

"Does a sect leader like me need money?"

"You expect someone who has been in seclusion for over ten years to have money?"

The two stared at each other like fighting cocks for a long time, when Li Fan and Song Feixuan, who had been quietly peeking in, finally exchanged a glance.

Li Fansong weakly extended one hand.

"Um, Master, Senior Uncle, how about I take care of buying the wine for you?"

Zhou Huanzhen and Zhao Yuzhen cleared their throats and straightened their robes. Well, after all, they were elders, so they had to maintain some decorum.

Then Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand and beat Li Fansong to a pulp.

"If you dare to try to fool your master with that sour, cheap liquor again, I'll break your legs!"

Li Fansong complained bitterly and made repeated promises before finally getting permission. He then slunk away, dragging Feixuan with him.

"Junior brother, you really should go down the mountain for a walk."

Zhou did drink the wine, but Zhao Yuzhen didn't. He didn't like drinking; he preferred peaches, and eating peaches always reminded him of that girl.

When Zhou Zhenhuan said this, Zhao Yuzhen was looking down the mountain, but he couldn't see much; the clouds below were obscuring his view.

Mount Qingcheng is so high that it is isolated from the world.

But he also knew that if she wanted to come, the high mountains and treacherous terrain could not stop her, but for more than ten years, she had never appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Senior brother, you should know that Master forbids it; this is my fate."

"Tch! That's because the old man is useless. You should go down the mountain for a walk."

Go for a walk, love someone, drink the best wine, ride the fiercest... cough cough, horse!

You've spent your whole life on the mountain, with this kind of wind, these kinds of clouds, and those few old geezers standing behind you. Haven't you had enough of this yet?

Even if it were destiny, I would still kill my senior brother with a single sword strike.

What the master cannot do, the senior brother will do.

So-called destiny is not in you, nor in heaven, but in me.

"If I'm really going to do it this week, nothing can stop me."

Behind him, several old men, fearing that this unreliable junior disciple might lead the sect leader, who was already tempted by worldly desires, were all glaring at him with furious expressions.

"Zhou Huanzhen, I am your senior master!"

Master Yin Changsong was so angry that his beard flew off, but when he heard what Zhou Zhenhuan said next, everyone fell silent.

Preventing Zhao Yuzhen from going down the mountain is a way of protecting him.

Does Zhao Yuzhen really want to go down the mountain?

Of course I thought so.

Did they not know what Zhao Yuzhen was thinking?

Of course, they knew that.

However, Zhao Yuzhen is destined by fate. Once she descends the mountain, she will stir up trouble and cause widespread killing.

Yin Changsong often thought that this damn destiny should have fallen on a monster like Zhou Zhenhuan.

If destiny truly rests on him, then all our worries are gone; this monster can create a hole in the sky on his own.

That year, Zhou Zhen was seventeen and Zhao Yuzhen was sixteen, and their master died.

Zhou Zhenhuan went into seclusion, and Zhao Yuzhen became the youngest sect leader.

Now, one of them has emerged from seclusion and casually says, "Your destiny has been cut off by your senior brother!"

Even more absurdly, they believed it.

Chapter 3 The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Zhao Yuzhen will die if she goes down the mountain.

This is a consensus among almost all members of the Qingcheng Mountain sect.

But now someone has stepped forward and told them, "With me here, Zhao Yuzhen will be fine."

Zhao Yuzhen didn't sleep all night.

Standing under that peach tree, now the snow is falling heavily. Qingcheng Mountain is higher and colder, and the snow is very thick.

That year, he was sixteen and had just taken the position of sect leader. It was under this peach tree that a girl wearing an ugly mask came to ask him about swordsmanship.

She said she would come again, but more than ten years have passed and she still hasn't come. Maybe she's held up by something, or maybe I can go down the mountain to find her and maybe I can help her.

What kind of expression will she have when she sees me suddenly appear? Will she feel delighted or surprised?

A breeze blew by, and the peach branches danced in the air. Zhao Yuzhen's heart, which had been dormant for many years, was suddenly thrown into turmoil.

"Thinking about peaches again?"

"Senior brother, I am the sect leader, can you give me some time alone?"

Zhao Yuzhen felt somewhat helpless.

Why are you everywhere? Didn't you say you'd give me time to think it over?

Zhou Zhenhuan, however, did not realize that he was being a hostile guest.

Looking at the tree full of peaches, he nodded: "The Taoist magic that Master taught me is still somewhat useful."

Zhao Yuzhen thought to himself, "This is only because he's a senior brother. If others knew that the Fire Separation Formation Technique was used to grow peaches, they would probably think it was absurd."

But in his senior's eyes, it seemed that all the absurd things were not so absurd after all.

"Ugh, these peaches are terribly sour."

It seems that my junior brother wasn't thinking about peaches, but about girls. No wonder the peaches he grew were sour and astringent.

Is she the girl who asked about the sword before?

She really is quite beautiful, and someone shamelessly called her a fairy.

"I knew you were a girl, tsk tsk, looks like I was wrong, you must be a fairy."

Zhou Zhen mimicked his tone, casually picking another peach with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Zhao Yuzhen's fair face was already flushed with embarrassment.

"Weren't you already in seclusion at that time? How could you eavesdrop? Do you have any manners as a senior brother? My tone was not lewd at all."

"How am I not acting like a senior brother? Can you call it eavesdropping when it comes to things between fellow disciples?"

"You forgot? The first time you saw a woman, it was me, your senior brother, who risked getting a beating from the old man to take you down the mountain to see her."