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

Like that predecessor, what he liked most was to make friends with heroes from all over the world.

Especially those who are famous and well-known!

Now that I know that the Lone Sword Immortal is right beside me, how can I not go?

Lei Wujie, Wuxin, and Xiao Se—none of them knew the way.

If I hadn't gotten lost, I should have gone to Khotan; there's no way I would have ended up here.

This place has long since deviated from the correct route.

However, Xiao Se trembled involuntarily upon hearing the name of Lone Sword Immortal.

He leaned against a pillar, his body hidden in the shadows, his large robes concealing him, making him appear unusually calm.

Wuxin scratched his delicate chin and said, "Oh, I didn't expect to stumble upon this place by accident."

"Hey, Xiao Se, why aren't you responding at all?"

Xiao Se gave a cold snort, his voice low and unreadable.

"Reaction? How should I react?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Lei Wujie emphasized again, "That's Mu Liangcheng!"

Xiao Se perhaps felt the voice was too excited, so he picked at his ears.

"I heard it, I heard it."

What's so interesting about a ghost town with no people?

Lei Wujie was somewhat dissatisfied: "How can you say that? Everyone in the martial arts world knows that only one person lives in Muliang City."

"Oh right, right, the Lone Sword Immortal, he's a city all by himself, you blockhead already said that."

Xiao Se naturally knew all this; in fact, he knew far more than Lei Wujie did.

Wu Xin chuckled from the side, "Alright, Brother Lei. How could he not know about these rumors?"

Legend has it that the solitary swordsman Luo Qingyang practiced his sword alone in Muliang City, supposedly to perfect his Nine Songs Sword Technique before emerging into the world.

Lei Wujie listened with a look of longing.

Xiao Se gave a faint, mocking laugh: "That's similar to your master, Lei Hong. Your master, Luo Qingyang, plus that guy from Qingcheng Mountain who claims to have been born..."

No, no.

The one from Qingcheng Mountain has already gained his freedom. It's a real pity; of the three great mansions in the world, only two remain from now on.

Last night, Xiao Se met his master, Bai Xiaosheng.

As the head of the Hundred Knowledge Hall, Bai Xiaosheng naturally knows all the secrets of the world.

After catching up with his old friends, Xiao Se immediately told Bai Xiaosheng about Zhou Huanzhen's situation.

Unexpectedly, Bai Xiaosheng was deeply moved after hearing this.

Xiao Se also learned from Bai Xiaosheng what earth-shattering thing that person had done.

He severed the destiny of the Dao Sword Immortal.

He asked his master: Does that destiny truly exist?

Bai Xiaosheng remained silent, gazing at the sky: "Of course it exists, Xiao Se. The Yong'an Prince Xiao Chuhe, whom I favor, is your destiny."

Even though Xiao Se knew that Zhou Zhen was a master of profound Taoist arts and unparalleled in swordsmanship.

But I still can't understand how one's destiny can be severed?

But he actually did it.

Dao Jianxian has indeed descended the mountain, but the world remains the same, and Qingcheng remains the same.

The fact that all five thousand elite troops from the north retreated clearly indicated that they were certain of this.

"My destiny?"

Ha, I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself.

What I want, I will naturally go and get back.

Bai Xiaosheng remained silent on this matter, only instructing as he left: "If possible, become his disciple."

Xiao Se was shocked: "Master is going to expel me from the sect?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head: "I am seriously injured and can no longer help you. But that one is different. He has the fortune of Qingcheng. If you borrow his power, he will soar to the heavens."

“Master, you should know that what I want has never been to be a dragon.”

This time, Bai Xiaosheng remained silent, simply disappearing slowly into the darkness.

Lei Wujie was naturally dissatisfied with Xiao Se's assessment.

Before he could refute, Xiao Se continued to speak.

"Rumors circulating in the martial arts world may not be true."

Dao Jianxian goes without saying; Qingcheng's prestige is now growing daily.

Take your master Lei Hong, for example. He has devoted himself to cultivation for so many years, so naturally he is supported by the Lei family.

But what about Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal?

If someone were to live alone in Muliang City, what would they eat and drink?

Do you really think a person can go for more than ten years without eating or drinking?

Do you really think sword immortals are gods, untouched by worldly concerns?

Even someone as capable as Senior Zhou, didn't he just eat and drink like us?

Lei Wujie was speechless. Although he didn't want to admit it, what this guy said did make sense.

I just felt that Xiao Se was acting strangely today. He spoke as if he had swallowed gunpowder, his words were sharp and sarcastic.

"Okay, I admit you have a point."

Wu Xin chuckled lightly: "Perhaps the rumors are untrue, but Luo Qingyang's sword immortal strength is genuine. Many people say that his strength should be ranked first among the five great sword immortals."

Lei Wujie excitedly chimed in, "That's right, that's right! So, since we're already here, why don't we take a look?"

Qingcheng Mountain, Xiaoyao Palace.

Zhou Zhenhuan lay on his side on the bed, hiccuping from the alcohol.

Xiao Chong sat respectfully on a slightly low bamboo chair.

The two of them have been in this state for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed.

You shouldn't have come.

You should know that your father's imperial edict is tantamount to putting my Qingcheng (the city) on the fire.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong smiled with a hint of restraint.

"I think Senior Immortal Xiaoyao wouldn't be afraid of a small fire, right?"

"I'm not afraid of small fires, but I'm afraid of trouble."

But it's alright. Go back and tell your father that I've accepted this reward. It will put his mind at ease.

The most troublesome thing in the world is to overthrow the world.

The entire Qingcheng region is immersed in cultivation, so naturally they wouldn't have such thoughts.

Xiao Chong maintained his reserved smile, but in his heart he was thinking, "Father's concern isn't for Qingcheng, but for you!"

"If senior finds it troublesome, then this junior may..."

Zhou Zhen waved his hand dismissively, "It doesn't matter. If trouble comes knocking, I'll take care of it."

Chapter 35 Xiao Chong's Fortuitous Encounter

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Being in the martial arts world naturally brings trouble.

Xiao Chong, the White King, intended to tell Zhou Zhenhuan that with his status and strength, he was willing to help if there was any trouble.

Because Xiao Chong was well aware of how terrifying the person in front of him was.

When the Angry Sword Immortal Qingcheng asked about swordsmanship, he returned and said, "There is a true immortal in Qingcheng."

Xiao Chong asked if he was a Dao Sword Immortal, and the Angry Sword Immortal shook his head.

"Even if Dao Jianxian is stronger than me, it is not an insurmountable barrier."

But when the Dao Sword Immortal drew his sword, it stirred up another sword intent. Although it was contained and not released, I could still feel the power of divine retribution.

I find it hard to imagine how magnificent that sword strike would have been if it had been executed in its entirety.

Xiao Chong could sense that his master Yan Zhantian's voice was trembling when he said these words.

It was excitement, but also fear.

The sword of the Angry Sword Immortal was destined to become stronger when facing stronger opponents, which made him excited.

His fear stemmed from the deep understanding that the unseen sword strike represented a peak he could never reach in his lifetime.

After "seeing" Zhou Huanzhen, Xiao Chong realized that the true immortal his master had mentioned was the one standing before him.

People in this world encounter trouble every day, all kinds of trouble.

Everyone has their own way of solving problems.

Zhou's solution to the problem was quite simple.

As he said: It doesn't matter, I will take action.

A simple sentence, yet it reveals boundless confidence.

Xiao Chong fell silent. His seemingly casual remark revealed an overwhelming sense of pride and dominance over the world.

It was as if all the troubles before him were nothing more than dust that could be swept away with a wave of his sleeve.

Xiao Chong knew that he was telling the truth, and only he had the authority to say such a thing.

Xiao Chong didn't know if there was anyone in the world stronger than him.

But Xiao Chong knew very well that anyone stronger than him was definitely older than him.

It's fair to say that there's practically no one in the entire martial arts world who could cause him any trouble.

Therefore, the Emperor's concerns are indeed justified.

Xiao Chong stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Your insight is profound."

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily, but secretly nodded in agreement as he looked at Xiao Chong.

This child's early life was filled with hardship, but his later life was blessed with good fortune.

He walks the great path and the benevolent road, and indeed, he is blessed with the Purple Star.

"You're fine."

Zhou Zhen really looked him over carefully, and then pointed a finger at him. Xiao Chong felt a power as light as a breeze and as warm as jade instantly enter his eyes.

Just a moment later, it turned into a refreshing coolness.

A tingling, numb sensation came through my eyes, which was almost unbearable.

Xiao Chong swayed slightly, but he managed to hold it in, his expression remaining unchanged.

But his eyes, which were open, were closed.

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded again, showing that he could endure what ordinary people could not, and that his character was as firm as a rock.

"Actually, with your temperament, you are not suitable for cultivating the sword techniques of the Angry Sword Immortal."

How many moves have you learned?

Xiao Chong tensed his body, forcing himself not to rub his eyes.