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

Do you agree, senior?

Chapter 97 The Ruthless Man Who Wants to Put the Wine Immortal, the Gun Immortal, and the Confucian Sword Immortal into a Coffin

Zhou really felt that he had been tricked by the little monk.

It turns out that there is no good banquet.

If you've drunk someone's wine and eaten at their feast, you should always show some appreciation.

The young monk, beaming with joy, led Zhou Zhenhuan into a secluded courtyard, a place of unparalleled tranquility.

"Please rest here, senior. If you need anything, please feel free to ask."

Zhou Zhen waved his hand, shooing the little monk away.

When he calmed down and counted on his fingers, he felt that the sky above him was a complete mess, and he couldn't figure anything out.

Since entering this outer heaven, Zhou Zhenhuan has been vaguely feeling a sense of oppression.

And then there's the sky above, whose desire to devour people seems even stronger, forcing him to divert his attention to fight it.

"So the breach in the Heavenly Dao was indeed opened here?"

The reason why Tianwaitian is called Tianwaitian is because there is a celestial tomb underground.

Each tomb is a different world...

To dig a piece of the heavenly path as one's own tomb—this celestial being truly has a grand ambition!

So the Buddha who fell was suppressing the Heavenly Demoness in this Heavenly Tomb, trying to ascend to heaven through the opening?

Or perhaps, at a critical moment, the incomplete Heavenly Dao wanted to devour him, thus allowing the Heavenly Demoness to take advantage of him.

That's quite possible.

"But something doesn't make sense. Why would that Buddha do something so important in the celestial tomb?"

Zhou Zhenhuan considered the information he had obtained and finally sighed.

This far western region is indeed incredibly complex.

Unwilling to return to his residence, he picked up a brush and began writing a letter.

I just asked Senior Zhou for a few paper cranes that are said to be able to travel to the heavens and the earth, and that can withstand wind and clouds for tens of thousands of miles.

This thing isn't afraid of being intercepted.

Wuxin naturally believed Zhou Zhenhuan's words.

The letter was naturally written to Lei Wujie and Xiao Se.

Oh, and I should also congratulate Sikong Qianluo.

Before the letter was finished, the white-haired immortal knocked on the door, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Sect Master, the Pavilion Master of Flying Sky Pavilion, Yu Xiuxiu (a reader's self-appointment), has sent a formal invitation to invite you to listen to music at Lonely Mountain."

Unexpectedly, Wuxin put down the brush.

"Oh? Just listening to music?"

The white-haired immortal nodded: "That's what the messenger said. Yu Xiuxiu is willing to reconcile with us, and from now on, Tianwaitian will be divided into two parts."

East of Gushan belongs to our Tianwaitian, and west of it belongs to Feitiange.

Furthermore, if those from the Outer Heavens intend to join the Flying Heaven Pavilion, we must not obstruct them.

Upon hearing this, Wuxin revealed a playful smile.

"Oh? So, Flying Pavilion is looking to recruit men?"

The white-haired immortal was stunned for a moment, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Sect Master, isn't your focus a bit...?"

Alas, our patriarch is wise.

It seems that's indeed the case.

Wuxin touched his smooth chin, paced back and forth for a while, and then laughed, "Interesting. Indeed, this stalemate is not a solution."

The music is wonderful; I wonder if it was Zhao Qingyi herself who took the stage.

I think the older generation must have enjoyed listening to music.

A smile appeared on the white-haired immortal's face: "Naturally, that person just likes to join in the fun."

"Feiguang, Feiguang, let me offer you a cup of wine..."

Alas, I arrived too late and missed seeing that interesting carefree immortal.

The Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan drank a cup of wine, his face filled with regret.

He looked at the sober Baili Dongjun and found it quite strange.

Baili Dongjun felt a little uneasy under that gaze: "What? Is there something dirty on my face?"

The Confucian Sword Immortal shook his head: "I just feel sorry. It's truly shocking that you were awake."

Baili Dongjun spat and said, "Get lost!"

Xie Xuan wasn't annoyed, but instead pressed on, "So, that carefree immortal said he didn't write this poem?"

Sikong Changfeng nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Brother Zhou said that this poem, 'Bitter Day is Short,' was written by the immortal known as the Poet Ghost."

And then there's that song from before, "If Heaven didn't love wine, the Wine Star wouldn't be in the sky."

Brother Zhou said it was written by someone known as the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal.

To be honest, although I haven't read as many books as you, I consider myself a semi-scholar, having read quite a few. I've never heard of these two people before.

"Scholar, you've read many books, have you ever heard of this?"

The Confucian Sword Immortal shook his head blankly: "Suddenly I feel that I am not quite qualified to be a scholar."

I pride myself on loving books and having read countless volumes, but I had never heard of these two poems before.

However, it is undeniable that both poems are exceptionally well-written.

Especially the line, "Only when the moon is cold and the sun is warm, can one's lifespan be scorched," the word "scorched" is used brilliantly.

Do you think it's possible that the carefree immortal was just being modest?

After all, he had done something similar back then: he pushed the Dao Sword Immortal forward and then hid himself away.

Baili Dongjun waved his hand at this moment: "No, you haven't met him. If you had, you would know that, given his personality, he would never lie about such a thing."

At his level, he had attained truth; what he said was the truth.

The Confucian Sword Immortal nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, that's how it should be, but it's a pity that we only met once."

I shouldn't have lingered on the road, what a pity.

Anyone could see that the Confucian Sword Immortal felt genuinely sorry.

Such an interesting and charming figure, yet I didn't get to see him.

"Were you delayed on the way?"

Sikong Changfeng was somewhat surprised. For a Confucian sword immortal to use the word "delay" in something, it must be no small matter.

"That's right, that's what I was just about to say."

On my way here, I met a strange man who claimed to be from East Sang.

This person demonstrated a magical ability to me.

"Oh? What you find amazing must be an extraordinary ability." Sikong Changfeng was very good at responding.

"That's right, this person won't die."

Even if its head is cut off and its body turns to ash, it will still not die.

I went to great lengths to get rid of his harassment.

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun frowned: "What kind of person is he?"

Just as the Confucian Sword Immortal was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed.

"Oh, he actually tracked me all the way here. Sorry, my friend, I seem to have brought trouble to Snowmoon City."

Sikong Changfeng had already stood up, and even had his weapon in his hand.

The Confucian Sword Immortal also stood up, his gaze cold and stern.

Baili Dongjun didn't move, continuing to drink his wine, but his eyes were full of scrutiny.

They were looking at the unexpected guest who had suddenly appeared.

This was a creature whose gender was indistinguishable; it was extremely beautiful and dressed in black robes embroidered with the Five Poisons, creating a colorful and lively scene.

Behind him was a coffin, and inside the coffin, there seemed to be something alive, making tinkling sounds.

This person glanced at Baili Dongjun and the other two, then suddenly smiled, a smile that was extremely gentle.

"Mr. Xie, we meet again. You are so heartless, making me search for you for so long."

These two must be the Great Lord of Snowmoon City, Mr. Wine Immortal, and the Third Lord of Snowmoon City, Mr. Spear Immortal, right?

That's great, it saves me from making unnecessary trips.

Oh dear, look at me, I can't control my mouth when I see a handsome man.

You all probably don't know me. I come from Dongsang and now serve as the Right Envoy of the Bliss Pavilion. My surname is Jiang, the Jiang of Jiang Yu.

Gentlemen, please remember my name. If you forget, I will be very angry.

"If I get angry, I'll put all three of you in coffins!"

Chapter 98 Baili Dongjun's Fist

There aren't many people in this world who can be considered troublesome by the Confucian Sword Immortal.

After all, although the Confucian Sword Immortal was famous throughout the world for his love of reading, he was a true sword immortal.

Moreover, he is a sword immortal with considerable strength.

Even against Baili Dongjun, who had previously achieved a state of near-divine travel, the odds would be at least even.

He just doesn't like fighting.

The fact that Jiang Yu was considered a troublesome person by him meant that he was no ordinary opponent.

At the very least, this strength is at the Great Freedom Realm.

The Realm of Freedom has four realms: Nine Heavens, Soaring, Great Freedom, and Half-Step Divine Travel.

A powerful cultivator is not easy to kill. If they die, they will keep resurrecting. Even if they become nothing, they will still resurrect. That is indeed a huge problem.

Baili Dongjun was still drinking when he heard Jiang Yu's words and burst out laughing.

"I consider myself a mischievous child, and I often caused a lot of trouble when I was young."

I've been arrogant before, but never this arrogant.

Putting the three of us into a coffin doesn't seem like an easy task.

Jiang Yu still smiled as she looked at the wary Sikong Changfeng and the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan. She took a small step back, then tilted her head and looked over Sikong Changfeng's shoulder, landing on Baili Dongjun.

"I've long admired the Wine Immortal. I also know quite a bit about him when he was young."

With two Great Free Spirits and one Half-Step Divine Traveler, it doesn't seem difficult to put them in a coffin.

Because I'm not alone; I actually came as two people.

Just then, Jiang Yu, beaming with joy, suddenly patted the coffin behind her, and the coffin lid popped open.

A thick aura of death emanated from the coffin.

The Confucian Sword Immortal's expression changed: "Retreat! This poisonous gas contains the 'Immortal's Softening' technique. I've been affected by it before; it's very sinister."

"Immortal Soft" doesn't sound like something respectable.

In fact, this stuff is really shady. Even if a god smelled it, he would feel weak all over and lose all his energy.