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

To be honest, we only met briefly before, and I haven't yet experienced the prowess of the Wind and Snow Sword.

Seeing it today, I can confirm that its reputation is indeed well-deserved.

I had long heard that the Grand Eunuch entered the martial arts world at the age of seventeen and made a great name for himself.

"This young monk is only seventeen now. How does he compare to you?"

Upon hearing this, Eunuch Jinxian's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly, instantly sheathing his sword.

"I was unaware that Master Zhou was here. Greetings, Immortal Jin!"

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo were dumbfounded.

Is this still the same arrogant Wind and Snow Sword from just now?

They both looked at Zhou Zhenhuan at the same time, only to find that Zhou Zhenhuan hadn't even changed his sitting posture.

How could Fengxuejian be so frightened by just hearing a voice without seeing anyone?

Seeing that Eunuch Jinxian was bowing respectfully to thin air, everyone present felt a sense of absurdity.

Only Eunuch Jinxian himself understood that no amount of respect was too much.

He will never forget that voice.

He would never forget that day when half a move was enough to seriously injure the five most famous eunuchs in the world.

Even now, the flow of sword energy within his body is still affected.

Only those who have truly faced this sword can understand what true despair is.

"You're too kind, Your Excellency. Your injuries haven't healed yet, but you've already traveled a long way. You've done more than enough."

Go back and tell that person in the palace, is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a child?

Just like I said, this world of martial arts won't descend into chaos.

Cold sweat broke out on Eunuch Jinxian's forehead. It was probably only this man who could so casually question the ruler of a country.

But he understood that this person was qualified, and even if asked in front of the emperor, the emperor would have to explain with a smile.

The reason this was said was because the person who spoke these words was the number one true immortal in the world, the carefree immortal, Zhou Huanzhen!

Chapter 49 The True Immortal Speaks

Everyone has a mouth, but some people's words carry the weight of a mountain.

Without saying a word, Eunuch Jinxian led his men away.

Because that true immortal spoke.

Because he knew that even if the emperor were here today, he would leave without hesitation.

Moreover, he was not the emperor, but just a eunuch.

The luxurious sedan chair was lifted up, but Eunuch Jinxian did not get in.

He couldn't and didn't dare.

Only after leaving the Dafanyin Temple did Eunuch Jinxian breathe a heavy sigh of relief, unaware that his luxurious robes were already soaked with cold sweat.

He practiced swordsmanship in the Kunlun Mountains in his early years, and his internal energy was as cold as ice. He had not sweated this much in many years.

He even felt his legs were a little weak.

"Lingjun, Boyong, lend me a hand."

The two apprentices exchanged a glance, both greatly shocked and secretly marveling.

"Master, are you okay?"

"It's alright, you'll be fine after a short rest."

Quickly prepare pen and ink; I need to send a letter to the Grand Eunuch.

The fact that this person didn't reveal their identity means they don't want anyone to know.

Lingjun was even more puzzled when he saw that his master seemed to have lost his composure. He had followed his master for many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen his master so flustered and out of control.

"Master, what exactly happened?"

Why did you leave in such a hurry?

With your strength, even if a sword immortal were to personally appear, it seems there's no need for you to back down.

Grandpa Jinxian clutched his chest, his expression complex.

Just now, the yin-like sword energy that had tormented him for months, like a leech, finally left his body.

He knew it was that person who did it.

Only that person could personally intervene and dispel that strange sword energy.

"Sword Immortal, ha... The Sword Immortal has arrived, so naturally I am not afraid."

But do you know who that person who just spoke was?

"Disciple doesn't know, is there anyone in this world stronger than a sword immortal?"

Jin Xian leaned back in his chair, a self-deprecating smile on his face.

"A sword immortal? Do you know who the only sword immortal in the world has entered the realm of the divine is?"

"This... is the Sword Immortal of Qingcheng Dao? There were rumors before that he had already entered the Divine Travel realm."

Eunuch Jin Xian nodded: "That's right. Do you know that Dao Jianxian is the junior brother of the person who just spoke?"

Moreover, Dao Jianxian was trained by him.

Do you know how I got all these injuries?

Lingjun and Boyong were both terrified.

Who is Dao Jianxian?

Of the five great sword immortals in the world today, Dao Sword Immortal's strength is almost universally acknowledged, with only Lone Sword Immortal able to rival him.

However, this view is outdated.

This view became outdated after the Dao Sword Immortal entered a state of divine travel.

Dao Jianxian is undoubtedly the number one swordsman in the world.

They naturally knew about their master's injuries.

Defeating the Five Grand Eunuchs in half a move was already a taboo in the palace.

But to everyone's surprise, this person was the same one who trained the Sword Immortal, the world's number one expert.

"Moreover, the one in the palace has already bestowed upon him the title of the only true immortal in the world."

Even if the person in the palace saw him, he would still have to address him as "Immortal Master".

Therefore, as a teacher, I had no choice but to step down, nor did I dare not step down.

Okay, knowing too much about these things won't do you any good.

This matter is off-limits to public discussion.

"Yes, Master!"

Inside the Dafanyin Temple.

Lei Wujie was stunned, as if he had been struck dumb.

"You're leaving already? You're not going to fight anymore?"

Xiao Se kicked him off the tower.

"You blockhead, with the senior here, do you think a fight can still break out?"

You're foolish, but the head in charge of incense isn't."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Caught completely off guard, Lei Wujie was thrown into freefall from the highest point of the pagoda, screaming in terror.

Just as it landed, it was caught by a golden hand and slowly placed on the ground.

Without thinking, he uttered a Buddhist chant: "Thank you for your help, senior! Please show yourself, senior."

But after waiting for a long time, he only saw Sikong Qianluo.

"My master said he encountered something interesting and has already left, so please don't call him anymore."

However, my master asked me to pass on a message to you.

"Oh? What instructions did you give, senior?"

"My master said: Follow your heart and don't worry about the future."

Wuxin was stunned, muttering to himself, "Follow your heart, and don't worry about the future. I understand what you mean, senior."

"As expected, the senior understands the meaning of 'no-heart'."

"Hey, monk, are you alright?"

Lei Wujie patted off imaginary dirt from his body and bowed to the pagoda, saying, "Thank you, senior, for saving my life again."

Xiao Se rolled his eyes: "You blockhead, do you think I'd just stand by and watch you fall to your death?"

"How dare you say that? If you hadn't kicked me, I wouldn't have fallen!"

Wuxin smiled and said, "I am naturally fine. Thank you all for coming to help me today."

"But I have no intention of settling this matter now, so I'll leave you alone."

Lei Wujie was about to speak when Xiao Se stopped him, shaking his head at him: "Just watch. Some things, in the end, he has to do them himself."

However, I have a suggestion now.

It seems we were captured by him, so should we run away now?

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Lei Wujie's innocent eyes.

"Then why don't we run away while the senior is still here?"

"Hmm...good question. Right, why didn't we run just now?"

Sikong Qianluo found it somewhat amusing to watch the two staring at each other.

"That's because you've already considered him a friend, haven't you?"

Because we are friends, we will never abandon each other when we are in danger.

"Friends?" Xiao Se looked at Wuxin's retreating figure, who was already walking towards Wang Rensun, with a dazed expression.

A smile appeared on his face, one that he himself was unaware of.

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "I think Senior Sister is right. By the way, Senior Sister, where did Senior go?"

Sikong Qianluo sighed: "I don't know either. Master just said that he had finished watching the Heavenly Demon Dance. It was really not interesting to watch a little monk twisting and turning. Then he disappeared."

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se immediately understood what she meant by "disappeared".

Because they had also seen Zhou Zhenhuan turn into a breeze and disappear right in front of them.

Xiao Se sighed, "Senior really does act on a whim."

Inside an inn.

Zhou Zhenhuan's figure suddenly appeared in the room.

As if she had known he was coming, Minghou Yueji immediately knelt on one knee after he appeared.

"Greetings, sir."

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his sleeve, and the two of them felt a gentle breeze, causing them to stand up involuntarily.

"Are you anxious?"

A rare smile appeared on Minghou's face as he shook his head: "No, we've only been in Khotan for a few days."

Zhou Zhenhuan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "That's good. It's clear that you haven't fallen behind in your skills these days, and you've made considerable progress."

Both of them have now reached the peak of their abilities.