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

If I were him, I certainly wouldn't come back, because this place is too dangerous.

Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "You're right. Even someone with my profound martial arts skills fell for a trick. Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little worried."

Don't you know your own limitations? You're such an idiot.

After listening to no sound from next door for a while, Lei Wujie couldn't help but ask:

"Let's not talk about me anymore. Let's talk about you, brother. What are you doing here?"

Xiao Yu snapped out of his daze, and upon hearing this, he stood up with an arrogant expression, slamming his hand on the table.

"I'm here because I want to be emperor!"

These words resonated powerfully, echoing throughout the dungeon.

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie nearly dropped his wine glass. He remained silent for a long time, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Hahaha, then I'll tell you too, I'm going to become a sword immortal!"

"Very well! When I become emperor, I will bestow upon you the title of Sword Immortal!"

"Brother, you've got it wrong. Sword Immortals aren't bestowed titles!"

Outside the camp, Wuxin and Xiaose were facing two other people.

These two were not strangers to them; in fact, they were somewhat familiar with each other.

Wu Xin looked at Ming Hou, a golden light flashing in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Oh? It seems that you have overcome your inner demons, and your spirits are refreshed and your demeanor has improved."

The Marquis of the Underworld was still quite respectful to Wuxin, and raised one palm.

"Thank you again, Master. With your help, I have cut off half of my inner demons."

"Indeed, Yueji and I have already become your disciples, and you do not find us uncouth and useless."

We two are willing to die for each other.

Wu Xin smiled and nodded: "To be honest, in my opinion, neither of you are qualified."

That person is indeed a true immortal of this era.

Aside from the old monk, I have never admired anyone, not even the most powerful sword immortals in the world.

Because I know that one day, I will be like them.

There's only one person I have to admire, because I can't see just how high he stands.

Even towering mountains can be looked up to with reverence. That predecessor, however, has already reached the heavens.

Chapter 30 Daily Cleanup at Qingcheng Mountain

Zhou Zhen's strength is undeniable, but Xiao Se was speechless upon hearing the monk's words.

"You are a monk, shouldn't you be more humble?"

Besides, no matter how many nice things you say, that person won't hear you.

Wu Xin laughed heartily: "The monk only tells the truth, but do you really think that person can't hear it?"

I'm just a helpless little monk. If I say a few kind words, that person might be pleased and save my life.

Xiao Se was startled and suddenly realized that, given that person's perverse sense of humor, he might actually be hiding somewhere eavesdropping. He chuckled dryly.

"I, Xiao Se, also admire Senior Zhou's strength."

Tsukihime found it somewhat amusing and looked around.

"If you want to flatter the master, you should at least find a suitable place first."

Don't worry, the master didn't come; he went back to the mountain.

"But you've delayed for so long, aren't you afraid that the little devil in red will be eaten by these hundred ghosts?"

Xiao Se was somewhat surprised, ignoring the last sentence and asking instead, "Senior Zhou has returned to the mountain?"

"That's right. The gentleman said he needs to go back to the mountains to rest for a while."

Xiao Se felt inexplicably relieved: "Perhaps we should find an opportunity to visit Qingcheng Mountain."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Wuxin and Minghou Yueji swaggering towards the camp.

"Hey, you guys just barge in like that?"

Without turning back, he stretched and said, "What else?"

If it were just you and me, we would naturally have to put in some effort, and being careful is the right thing to do.

But now that we have the help of these two, being more direct will actually save us more time.

I was indeed worried that if I arrived too late, my little brother Lei might have been eaten by a ghost.

Ugh, another fight is brewing.

All this work of mine is exhausting!

Having said that, he rushed forward and laughed, "I, Hanshui Temple, have come to pay my respects to Chang Gong Zhuiyi and Bai Gui Ye Xing."

He was a demon by nature, so his actions were naturally unconventional.

Minghou and Yueji exchanged a glance and nodded. This way of doing things suited their temperament.

In an instant, Tsukihime transformed into a beam of moonlight, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

The Underworld Lord strode forward, raising his giant golden sword high.

"Chaos cloak!"

The boundless sword energy transformed into blades that seemed to become tangible, slashing down without any discernible pattern!

Xiao Se looked at the broken camp gate and the scattered dust before him, and slowly opened his mouth.

The camp gate where we first met is now a scene of devastation, as if the ground had been plowed a hundred times.

"Wow! Just as that idiot said, it's a huge knife!"

No, Minghou's swordsmanship is ridiculously strong.

Is this the strength expected of someone from the Free Realm?

That night, longbows chased after wings, and the camp, where a hundred ghosts roamed at night, was ablaze with fire and bustling with activity.

According to rumors circulating in the martial arts world, five people broke out of the camp, leaving less than half of the Hundred Ghosts alive, suffering heavy losses.

Qingcheng Mountain was also very lively because after the sect leader Zhao Yuzhen returned to the mountain, the carefree immortal Zhou Zhenhuan also returned.

Zhou Zhen didn't go straight up the mountain, but walked slowly along the mountain path.

He was familiar with this road, but this time, returning, he had many feelings.

"Grandmaster Uncle!"

"Master-uncle!"

For a while, people were calling them all sorts of names, and everyone looked excited.

Previously, when the sect leader fought against the Angry Sword Immortal, everyone thought it would be a close match, but no one expected that the sect leader would defeat the Angry Sword Immortal with a single sword strike.

The sect leader said that the sword technique was taught to him by his senior brother and was called "Drunken Freedom".

After Lei Yunhe stormed the mountain, Qingcheng's reputation never recovered.

But now, things are completely different.

Zhou Huanzhen used bamboo to push aside the disciples who had surrounded him.

"What are you all doing?"

Don't you need to patrol? What are you all doing surrounding me? Stop grinning like that.

Huh? You idiot? What are you doing here?

Li Fansong, holding a broom, hid behind the disciples, praying that his senior uncle would not see him.

But what you fear most is what comes to pass.

Li Fansong walked forward with a mournful face and bowed respectfully: "Grand Uncle, you're back."

"Hey, whose hair did they pluck this time? Such a grown man being punished to sweep the mountain path, quite something."

Li Fansong's lips twitched. "I've only ever plucked a crane's feathers once in my life, and that was only because you tricked and instigated me."

He dared not say it, otherwise he would probably suffer a terrible fate, so he could only honestly say, "Please don't make fun of me, it's because Master thinks my cultivation is not up to par."

"Oh, if you don't cultivate properly, then you should indeed be punished. Let's add another month."

Li Fansong was dumbfounded: "No, Uncle Master, my dear Uncle Master! I've been practicing very diligently lately, and I've also grasped the Tai Chi Sword Intent you taught me."

"Why don't you plead with your master to spare me this time?"

Zhou Zhen ignored him, grabbed him by the collar and threw him aside, leaving Li Fansong hanging upside down again.

He was even whipped twice by Zhou Zhenhuan with bamboo, becoming an example for others.

"See? This is what happens if you don't cultivate properly."

The disciples, suppressing their laughter, quickly agreed.

"With just a few plates of bean sprouts, it's no wonder Lei Yunhe could overturn them with a single finger."

I've never done something so impressive.

"Um, you there, go and announce that I, Zhou Huanzhen, a nobody, have come to challenge the Qingcheng Mountain. I also want to try my luck at attacking their gates."

The disciples were dumbfounded, almost doubting that they had heard correctly.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go. I've heard that the Qingcheng Mountain Sect Leader can enter a state of divine travel with a single sword strike. I want to see it for myself."

Then Zhou was indeed dragged up the mountain by his uncle Yin Changsong, who grabbed his ear.

"Old man, you're making me lose face."

Master Uncle Yin Changsong's face turned pale with anger. He groped around on the Azure Sky Sword for a few moments, wondering if he should just cut this wretched creature down.

But in the end, I couldn't bear to part with it.

"Face? You don't need any face at all."

You, how old are you? How can you be so ridiculous?

"If so many disciples all followed your example, wouldn't Qingcheng be in chaos?"

Zhou Zhen stretched comfortably and plopped down on the ground right in front of Yin Changsong.

"Learn from me? They can't. If they had even one ten-thousandth of my talent, you'd be laughing in your sleep."

Yin Changsong imagined it for a moment, and sure enough, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Tsk tsk, with a single command, all the sword immortals on the mountain must be laughing in their sleep.

Then he realized the occasion was inappropriate and glared at her again.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, please stop glaring at me."

I didn't want to be away for so long and want to reconnect with everyone. There are so many disciples I haven't met before; I need to at least make them familiar with me.

Furthermore, I originally planned to leave a sword intent on the mountain path, as the defenses were too weak. If the likes of Lei Yunhe were to come again, it would be easier to defend against them.

Your outburst has ruined all my work.

Yin Changsong was so angry he almost choked. So it was me who was being silly and interrupting your business?

You still know there's important business to attend to?

Of all the people in the world, only you, Zhou Zhenhuan, are clamoring to attack my own sect.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry! Don't stop me, I'm going to clean house today!"

Fortunately, Zhou really didn't intend to anger his senior brother to death, otherwise he would have been too filial.

Everyone on Qingcheng Mountain watched as Zhou Zhenhuan was kicked down the mountain by his senior uncle Yin Changsong, and a sword monument was erected at the entrance of the mountain path.

Even Zhou Zhenhuan was used as an example. Yin Changsong pointed at him and warned his disciples that no one could ignore the rules of Qingcheng Sect.

Now all the disciples really knew this strange and eccentric headmaster.