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

With her back to him, Wuxin remained completely unguarded, her face still bearing a smile that mixed compassion and mockery.

"What? You can't cut it this time?"

These words seemed to possess even greater power than the sword of the Wind and Snow Sword. Wang Rensun's sword intent dissipated completely, and he staggered back two steps. The long sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he looked pained.

Since she had no intention of turning her back to him, she naturally couldn't see any of this. Of course, even if she had, she wouldn't have cared.

He simply stared at Shen Jingzhou, the Sword God of Wind and Snow: "Alright, now that the irrelevant people have stepped aside, Eunuch Jinxian, please draw your sword."

At the highest point of the pagoda of Dafanyin Temple, Zhou Huanzhen took out a small bamboo stool, sat down, and even took out a bag of dried meat, looking down with great interest.

Sikong Qianluo instinctively tugged at her master's sleeve and searched for a long time, but couldn't find anything.

Zhou chuckled and tapped her forehead: "Since it's a Taoist magic, it's naturally not so easy to find. This is just an ordinary Taoist robe. If you keep pulling on it, your master's robe will be torn."

Sikong Qianluo rubbed her forehead in a wronged tone: "Master~~~~"

"Alright, alright, here, have this."

Lei Wujie, standing to the side, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. Since he met Sikong Qianluo, he had never seen her act so coquettishly.

Even Xiao Se couldn't help but take a second look.

Sikong Qianluo seemed to realize that there were outsiders present, her pretty face flushed red, and she glared at the two of them.

"What are you looking at!"

Lei Wujie shuddered and quickly grabbed Xiao Se, turning his head away.

"Xiao Se, who is this monk with the knife? He looks like a master."

Xiao Se slapped Lei Wujie's hand away and put his hands back into his sleeves.

"If I'm not mistaken, he is the person Wuxin was looking for."

Lei Wujie was slightly taken aback, then remembered: "Is it that family friend who did something wrong and ran away a long way?"

"Heh, it's just a grudge from the previous generation."

"And what about the one with the sword?"

This time, Xiao Se seemed to be lost in some kind of memory, and his expression became solemn.

Before he could speak, Lei Wujie clapped his hands: "I remember now, I've heard of this person."

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled: "It's normal to have heard of them. There are five great sword immortals in the world, and there are also five great supervisors."

The Northern Emperor would bring four people with him every year when he performed the sacrificial ceremony.

The one in front of you is one of them. As for why it's one of the Five Great Supervisors...

I think Mr. Xiao should know better.

Xiao Se came to his senses and slowly nodded.

"What the senior said is correct. When the emperor of Beili performs sacrifices, there are always four people standing behind him, each holding a national treasure sword, the imperial seal, legal texts, and a blue and white porcelain incense burner."

Together with the eunuchs who accompanied the emperor from childhood, they were known as the Five Great Eunuchs.

Each of them wielded enormous power.

Moreover, in their youth, they followed their master's orders to travel the world, and each of them made a great name for themselves.

And this person was none other than Eunuch Jinxian, the Grand Supervisor of Incense among the Five Great Supervisors.

However, his name in the martial arts world is Wind and Snow Sword, Shen Jingzhou.

Sikong Qianluo stuffed a piece of dried meat into her mouth, her eyes lighting up slightly: "I've heard of this person, but I never expected him to be from the palace."

"Master, he is, after all, a renowned master. Can Wuxin possibly defeat him?"

Zhou Zhenhuan rested his chin on his hand and shook his head upon hearing this: "What? Worried about him?"

Sikong Qianluo nodded honestly: "Although I haven't had much contact with this monk, he doesn't seem like a bad person."

"But don't forget, your Snow Moon City's mission is to send him to the Nine Dragons Temple."

Sikong Qianluo was stunned for a moment. It was just a feeling, and she really didn't know how to put it into words, so she honestly said, "I don't know, but I feel that he is not a bad person."

Upon hearing the master and disciple mention this, Lei Wujie turned around again.

"Senior, Senior Sister Qianluo is right. Along the way, Wuxin is indeed not a bad person. In fact, he saved my life."

Although I don't know why so many people wanted to kill him, I think there must be some misunderstanding.

Since it's a misunderstanding, it will definitely be cleared up one day.

Zhou Huanzhen nodded slightly: "Then if I told you now that he is the son of Ye Dingzhi, the former leader of Tianwaitian, and the current leader of Tianwaitian, would you still think he is not a bad person?"

Chapter 48 Are you sure you want to see me?

"What? The Outer Heavens? You mean that demonic sect?"

"Tianwaitian?"

Lei Wujie cried out in surprise, then realized his predicament and quickly covered his mouth, but he couldn't hide the shock on his face no matter what.

Even Sikong Qianluo almost choked to death on the dried meat.

Fortunately, Zhou couldn't bear to watch his newly accepted disciple die a violent death, so he patted him and made him spit out the jerky stuck in his throat.

However, Sikong Qianluo's small face was already covered with tears.

Zhou Zhen shook his head and handed her a water pouch.

“You all still need to temper your character.”

Look at Boss Xiao, he didn't react at all.

Of course, it's possible he already knew.

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se, who sighed softly and did not deny it.

"Xiao Se? You knew about it before? How come you never mentioned it?"

Lei Wujie was somewhat dissatisfied.

The three of them traveled together and slept together throughout the journey.

He didn't hide anything from them about his background.

But now it seems that I don't know much about either of them.

"You didn't ask, and he didn't mention it either."

This is his secret, isn't it?

Just like why you insisted on going to Snowmoon City to become an apprentice, didn't you tell us that either?"

Lei Wujie was speechless. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Then how did you know?"

Xiao Se's gaze was somewhat vacant, carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"I guessed, of course."

"Alright then, but next time you guess something, could you tell me too?"

"and then?"

"What then?"

"After telling you, what do you plan to do? Arrest him and take him back?"

Lei Wujie seemed to feel greatly insulted, and stared at Xiao Se with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"What kind of person am I in your eyes?"

Xiao Se pursed his lips, realizing that he had gone too far, and could only say, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I was wrong just now."

"Ha, that's more like it. I forgive you."

"Heavenly Demon Dance? Soul Searching Hand, Heart Demon Guidance...tsk tsk, truly impressive skills."

Unfortunately, these skills had no effect on Shen Jingzhou.

Zhou Zhenzhen continued to watch the two argue with great interest.

But at this moment, Wuxin was about to lose.

Lei Wujie then turned his attention to the battle below: "Senior, what is the Heavenly Demon Dance?"

"It's a kind of seductive art."

"Seduction techniques?" Lei Wujie almost bit his tongue.

He naturally knew about seductive arts, but how could a monk know them?

Xiao Se explained, "This Heavenly Demon Dance is said to have originated when the Buddha was about to attain enlightenment. The extraterrestrial demons were afraid of him, so they sent eight demonesses to tempt him."

These eight witches represent the strongest emotions and purest desires in the world, exuding extreme allure and captivating charm.

Anyone who takes one look will be captivated by it.

But the Buddha eventually became the Buddha. He suppressed the eight demonesses but preserved their power, using it to temper his disciples' minds.

Of course, this is just a legend.

Legend has it that this Heavenly Demon Dance is a closely guarded secret of Tantric Buddhism. When performed, it will awaken the deepest desires in your heart—power, love, wealth, health—and will always find the weakest spot in your heart.

Then, hooking your arm around me, even if there's a bottomless abyss ahead, I'll step right in.

Lei Wujie's eyes widened in astonishment: "There are actually such bizarre martial arts in this world."

"Master, is what he said true?"

Sikong Qianluo glanced at Xiao Se with some curiosity, thinking to herself, "This person knows a lot."

He seemed to know everything; he didn't look like an ordinary innkeeper at all.

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "More or less. However, martial arts are not inherently good or evil; the key is the person using them."

If the heart is wicked, the martial arts will naturally be wicked as well.

That's about it; Wuxin is about to lose.

Several people looked over, and sure enough, Eunuch Jin Xian broke the Heavenly Demon Dance with a single sword strike.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Jin Xian's sword was not easy to block, but the little monk still managed to block it.

A golden bell appeared beside him, radiating endless Buddhist light.

"The Undying Heart Bell, this little monk is indeed troublesome with his mastery of Rakshasa Hall's secret techniques."

"Qianluo, look at this, can you break it?"

Upon hearing Zhou Huanzhen's words, Sikong Qianluo activated her Spirit Sealing Divine Power, instantly transforming the world into a kaleidoscope of colors, filled with omnipresent Qi.

The flow of Qi emanating from the monk was clearly visible.

Sikong Qianluo only now realized what kind of supernatural power she had learned.

She had a premonition that as long as she took action herself, she could easily cut off his internal energy flow.

The sealing of spirits is truly miraculous.

"Yes, Master."

"Ha, that's just your feeling. If a fight really breaks out, it probably won't be that easy."

Sikong Qianluo was naturally unconvinced, and at that moment, Shen Jingzhou had already knocked Wuxin to the ground.

"The three of you, now that you're here, why be so sneaky? Show yourselves!"

Lei Wujie pointed to himself, then to Xiao Se beside him, and Sikong Qianluo, before finally fixing his gaze on Zhou Zhenhuan.

Then, somewhat unsure, he counted on his fingers.

"Three people? Is he talking about us? No, there are definitely four of us."

Xiao Se said irritably, "The three of you naturally refer to me, you, and Miss Sikong. With your strength, even the Wind and Snow Sword couldn't detect you."

Zhou Huanzhen laughed and said calmly, "Is the Grand Supervisor of Incense sure you want to see me?"