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

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng were squatting in a corner, each holding a rabbit in their hands. They were gesturing with the two rabbits, pretending to be swords with their hands.

The two rabbits didn't seem surprised that the two rabbits knew exquisite swordsmanship.

"Qianluo has only been under your tutelage for a short time, yet her strength has improved so much."

Baili Dongjun pressed the rabbit into his palm with his fingers, then chuckled and took out a wine gourd from his waist, feeding Qingfeng a sip of wine.

Qingfeng twitched his nose and then reached towards the mouth of the wine gourd, only to be grabbed back by Baili Dongjun.

"No, no, you're too small. You'll burst if you drink any more. This wine of mine is special."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng put her hands on her hips and glared at Baili Dongjun, then humanely hugged his two little arms and turned her back to him.

Upon seeing this, Baili Dongjun laughed heartily.

Sikong Changfeng was deliberately teasing Mingyue. It seemed that the two of them were fighting fiercely. Upon hearing this, he looked up at Tang Lian, who had already fallen into a disadvantageous position, and shook his head.

"It seems I am indeed not suited to teach my daughter. With your abilities, Brother Dao, you feel that Qianluo's progress is just a matter of course."

Zhou Zhenhuan appeared beside the two of them. Qingfeng and Mingyue caught his scent and immediately jumped up and down his clothes to his shoulder.

Qingfeng swayed slightly, pointing at Baili Dongjun, making mumbling accusations, his face full of righteous indignation.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled, scratched the heads of the two little ones, and then tucked them into his sleeves.

"I'll take it as you two praising me. What do you think of my eldest apprentice?"

Sikong Changfeng sighed, then stood up and solemnly bowed to Zhou Zhenhuan.

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. From now on, my daughter will rely entirely on you."

Zhou Zhenhuan reached out and helped him up, waving his hand: "You're being presumptuous. She's my disciple, so of course I'll take her to heart."

"Did Lei Wujie go up?"

Baili Dongjun nodded: "Your third disciple, Xiao Se, is currently competing with the disciple of Fairy Luoxia. In terms of gambling skills, your third disciple seems to be quite strong as well."

On this level, Tang Lian guarded the gate, and Qian Luo naturally took over the responsibility.

So, little Lei Wujie has already met Lei Yunhe.

As for Brother Zhao's two disciples, they should have gone to Cangshan by now.

Zhou Huanzhen's heart stirred, and he nodded in understanding.

These two guys probably sneaked off to see Li Hanyi.

Although Li Hanyi had gone to Qingcheng before, she had not met with her disciples, so Li Fansong was very curious about his future master's wife.

As for Fei Xuan... he was naturally curious as well.

The key point is that if Junior Uncle gets beaten by Grand Uncle, he can stand by and complain that it was all Junior Uncle's idea.

After all, I'm just a kid, what bad ideas could I possibly have?

Chapter 81 Sustained Output Lei Wujie

"Lei Wujie, a disciple of the Immortal of Qingcheng Mountain, from the Lei family of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, humbly requests your guidance!"

Lei Yunhe put down his book, glanced at Lei Wujie, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"The sword behind you is the Sword of Slaughter, and your fist stance is the Fist of No Direction. Are you Lei Hong's disciple?"

Lei Wujie paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"Hahaha, Lei Hong has taken on a good disciple. Since you are a disciple of the Lei family, why did you also become a disciple of the Qingcheng sect!"

You traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors! Today I will cleanse your sect on behalf of your master!

Lei Wujie was a little dumbfounded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly took two steps back: "You are my martial uncle, Lei Yunhe?"

"What? Now you want to beg for mercy? Kid, do you know why Lei Hong risked being expelled from his family and defied ancestral teachings to learn swordsmanship?"

Do you know how I lost this arm?

The root of all this lies in Qingcheng.

"No, Uncle-Master, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? Now I'll give you a chance to make a move. If you defeat me, I'll give you a chance to explain."

Otherwise, boy, you'll stay here today.

Lei Wujie couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

Did Master Lei Hong learn swordsmanship because of Mount Qingcheng?

But why did Master Lei Hong never mention it, but only the exquisite beauty of the Snow Moon Sword Immortal's sword strike back then, which made him realize the magnificence of the sword path and thus made him decide to learn swordsmanship?

Furthermore, why does this senior uncle in front of me say that this arm was lost in Qingcheng?

Both my current master, the Immortal of Leisure, and my uncle, the Sword Immortal, are reclusive masters who would never do something as simple as cutting off someone's arm.

Therefore, there must be some misunderstanding involved.

However, Lei Yunhe was clearly angry and wouldn't listen to anything he said.

Lei Wujie took a deep breath: "Uncle-Master, although I don't know what misunderstanding there is, I also have a master's orders to follow today. I apologize for offending you."

"Oh? A fire-scorching technique... If your master Lei Hong were here..."

Lei Wujie threw a punch, and Lei Yunhe snorted coldly. His Thunderclap Finger, carrying thunder, collided directly with the punch.

Lei Yunhe frowned; that punch was incredibly powerful.

This kid has actually entered the realm of freedom.

Moreover, the power of this fire-burning technique seems to be much stronger than I knew.

How can this be?

Could this kid be the most outstanding disciple of the Lei family in this generation?

But if that's really the case, why would that bastard Lei Hong let him join Qingcheng?

Lei Yunhe's mind raced, while Lei Wujie unleashed his full power, employing the Unparalleled Fist Technique. Before the fist even arrived, the energy preceded it, infused with scorching fiery true energy, and the speed increased rapidly.

Lei Yunhe quickly lost his focus on other things, because he discovered that the boy's aura was growing stronger and stronger, and there were signs that it was becoming uncontrollable.

How can this be?

Back then, when he went up Qingcheng Mountain, he opened up the mountain path with one finger and overturned the Qiankun Palace with two fingers. He was a genuine master of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm.

The loss of an arm and the serious injuries caused his cultivation level to drop to the Free and Easy Realm.

But in terms of both cultivation and experience, he is far superior to this fool.

Just one incense stick later...

Half an hour later...

The scorching fire technique on this kid showed no signs of extinguishing, which greatly shocked Lei Yunhe.

How can this be?

The Fire Scorching Technique was reconstructed by Lei Hong using a fragment of a manual, and it has a total of ten levels.

He was well aware of the flaws in this skill.

Although it is extremely explosive, it causes great damage to the heart meridian because it burns the heart fire, so it cannot be sustained.

But this kid... is just too strange.

Lei Wujie, however, became more and more excited as he fought. Along the way, he had encountered only masters who could take his life in an instant.

But now he realized that his master was right. If he could keep the Fire Scorching Technique active, his strength would definitely increase significantly.

It seems that the past two weeks of cultivation as Lei Jiema have not been wasted.

Although Uncle Lei Yunhe showed mercy, the fact that he could hold out for so long speaks volumes.

"Stop, stop..."

Lei Yunhe had been in a slump for many years and had been fighting for so long, he was starting to feel the strain. This silly boy was really going all out in the fight.

If he continues fighting, he himself may be the one to lose.

"Uncle-Master, you flatter me."

Lei Yunhe, his face dark, looked at the gloves that had been charred black, snorted coldly, and forced himself to sit back in his original position.

"You've passed my test."

"Now that you've already joined the Qingcheng Sect, why have you dared to challenge the Ascending Heaven Pavilion?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "My master sent me here to broaden my horizons. He also said that since you were here, he asked me to pass on a message to you."

Lei Yunhe frowned: "Is Zhou from Qingcheng Mountain really your master?"

"What message did he want you to deliver? Does Qingcheng Mountain want to see me make a fool of myself again?"

"No, no, Master asked me to ask you, is your injury really that serious? Is it physical or emotional?"

Also, they asked me to give this to you.

Lei Wujie took out a jade pendant from his pocket and respectfully handed it over.

Lei Yunhe was stunned.

Is your injury really that serious?

He subconsciously touched the other empty sleeve.

Over the years, he had long since gotten used to having only one arm.

The wound, too, had long since stopped hurting.

However, over the years, his cultivation level has not improved at all.

So, was it his arm that was actually injured?

Lei Yunhe looked at the jade pendant in front of him, reached out and touched it, and the next moment he found himself in another space.

He stared in astonishment at Lei Hong, who had regained his youthful appearance, and then looked at his own somewhat immature hands.

"Lei Yunhe, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and beat Lei Hong down!"

"Brother Hong, do you know about the 'Martial Arts Masters Ranking'?"

"Of course I know."

"I want to venture out into the world and make my mark."

Where should we venture out?

"I don't know either. I just want to go out and see the masters of the world. One day I will be famous throughout the martial arts world and be ranked among the best."

"Haha, then my name, Lei Hong, will definitely be listed before yours!"

A series of long-forgotten memories, a series of youthful aspirations—how proud and arrogant he was back then! But in the end, he was injured and sat in the Ascending Heaven Pavilion for decades. Now, even the strength of his juniors is almost catching up with him.

Before anyone knew it, Lei Yunhe was already in tears.

Lei Wujie watched helplessly as his martial uncle suddenly went into a daze and then started crying.

"Um, Uncle-Master, are you... alright?"

Lei Yunhe slowly opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and endless lightning flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, looked at Lei Wujie, and nodded.

I'm fine, and you're fine too.

"Make way."

Lei Wujie was somewhat confused when he saw Lei Yunhe walk to the closed window, slowly extend a hand, and generate lightning in his palm.

Above Snowmoon City, the clouds surged, and countless bolts of lightning seemed to be drawn down with a roar.

"Thunder roars from the heavens, shaking the very fabric of the universe; a single finger pierces the sky for ninety thousand miles!"

In an instant, thunder roared across the sky, illuminating the entire Ascension Pavilion.

Chapter 82 A Hundred Years and a Thousand Autumns, A Sword Cuts Through Time