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

I wonder how much merit I'll receive when Heaven completes its work, if such a thing even exists.

Early-stage investments are all the rage now, guaranteeing profits.

Tang Lian kept the peach wood sword for herself.

Little Hanhuo kept a set of the Daoist mental cultivation method, the Ice Heart Technique, for himself.

Xiao Se left behind a trace of his true energy.

If it weren't for the fact that a master of the Divine Realm was determined to kill them, they wouldn't have been so easily killed.

Furthermore, how could a master who has traveled to the Divine Realm possibly lay a hand on these juniors? It would be too shameful.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie should have already met Tang Lian by now, and even if they were to face Minghou Yueji, they shouldn't have much trouble dealing with her.

Given the current state of Minghou and Yueji, they will at most cause them some trouble.

"Young people always have to suffer some losses and undergo some trials."

Zhou yawned; the day had been busy, but it wasn't as peaceful as being on the mountain.

Just as Zhou Zhenhuan was about to find a place to sleep, the figure of a young girl caught his attention.

The girl was dressed in a yellow outfit, with a slender figure and a long spear on her back, looking heroic and dashing.

Under the moonlight, however, a pair of eyes displayed two eerie colors, one green and one blue.

Oh? The young lady of Snow Moon City, the daughter of the Gun Immortal, Sikong Qianluo?

She truly has a slim waist, long legs, fair skin, and a beautiful face.

Those eyes, however, took up more color.

The top three on the Snow Moon City Beauty Ranking are indeed well-deserved.

The girl was lively and cheerful, skipping and jumping around with her gun on her back, which made Zhou Zhenhuan feel much better.

What's even more remarkable is that Zhou Zhen actually discovered that the girl's eyes were perfect for practicing pupil techniques.

I was just joking with my senior master that I was going to go down the mountain to find a disciple.

Now he's actually considering taking on apprentices.

Sikong Qianluo possesses exceptional martial arts skills, which she inherited from her father, the spear master Sikong Changfeng.

However, Zhou Zhenhuan felt it was somewhat of a waste.

Sikong Changfeng's strength was just average.

Of course, in his eyes, even if there were a hundred Zhao Yuzhens, the evaluation would still be mediocre.

This little girl is lively and innocent, yet resolute in spirit; she is truly a promising candidate for cultivation.

Among the eighty-one top-level Daoist techniques he cultivated, there was one eye technique called the Spirit Sealing Divine Eye.

This eye technique can determine a person's internal energy with a single glance and block the flow of that energy.

However, Zhou Zhenhuan considered this eye technique somewhat useless. After all, with his strength, he could blow anyone standing in front of him to death with a single breath, so what use was the eye technique?

All Taoist methods are merely tools.

At his level, every movement, every breath, every furrowed brow is Dharma.

To claim immortality with a single palm strike or a single spear thrust is nothing more than that, in Zhou Zhenhuan's eyes.

Sikong Qianluo looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her and subconsciously took out the black gold spear.

This gun is named Silver Moon.

The Silver Moon Spear, used by Sikong Changfeng in his youth, was a formidable weapon known for its heart-wrenching power.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Zhou Zhen scratched his head, feeling inexplicably that something was amiss with the current situation.

Should I reply with, "Hey little girl, don't be afraid, I'm a good person?"

If that's the case, they're likely to get ripped into a few holes.

Should we go straight up and take on apprentices?

That won't work either; we need to discuss it with her father.

Zhou Zhenhuan believed that his greatest strength was winning people over with virtue, and that with his own virtue, Sikong Changfeng would definitely be begging him for help.

After all, even Zhao Yuzhen had been convinced by him many times.

So Zhou Zhenhuan turned and left, leaving Sikong Qianluo looking completely bewildered.

"What's going on? Could he just be a scholar passing by?"

"Oh dear, was I too fierce just now? Did I scare them?"

Sikong Qianluo felt somewhat guilty, but then she thought, "Along the way, there have been countless assassins and martial arts practitioners. What if a scholar who doesn't know martial arts encounters danger?"

This made him restless, so he used his lightness skill to catch up with Zhou Zhenhuan, who was moving slowly.

"Hey, you scholar, where are you going?"

It's so late. There have been a lot of robbers around here lately, so it's very dangerous outside.

Where do you live? If it's on your way, I can give you a ride.

Zhou turned around with some surprise. This little girl was kind-hearted; was she worried that he might be in danger?

Zhou Zhen was happy to play along: "Is the young lady calling me?"

Sikong Qianluo laughed in exasperation and pointed around.

"In this desolate wilderness, besides you, who else can I talk to?"

Zhou was really getting into the game and pointed to his nose with increasing surprise.

“It’s wonderful that the girl can see me. It’s been thirty years, a full thirty years.”

Nobody can see me.

I never expected the girl could see me.

I tried many methods, but I couldn't leave even a trace. I think I must be dead.

Girl, look, when I walk on the ground, there isn't even a footprint.

Do you know how I've been living these past few years?

No one listens to me, and I can't touch anything. I'm so lonely. I never imagined you could see me.

Zhou Zhenhuan delivered a powerful performance, her face streaked with tears, conveying genuine emotion.

Sikong Qianluo was stunned. She looked at Zhou Huanzhen's feet and saw that he had floated on the snow without leaving a single footprint.

Even with the lightness skill of walking on snow without leaving a trace, it's impossible to stop in one place without leaving any footprints.

"What...what's going on?"

Sikong Qianluo knew that her eyes were different from others. Could it be that she really saw something dirty?

The little girl's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"A ghost...a ghost! Help!"

Sikong Qianluo swore that today was the best time she had ever used her lightness skill in her life, and she only regretted that she hadn't practiced it properly before, and that her parents had given her two fewer legs.

Waaaaah, it's too scary outside, I want to go back to Snowmoon City.

Chapter 11 Don't you have a conscience if you lie to young girls?

Snowstorm, dilapidated temple.

The dilapidated temple is actually a very eerie place; many stories have taken place there.

This dilapidated temple has no stories, only accidents.

Lei Wujie lay on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth.

Boss Xiao, with his sleeves tucked in, intentionally or unintentionally blocked the little idiot's path, his expression cold and stern.

As for Tang Lian, she sat cross-legged under the eaves, closing her eyes and regulating her breathing.

On the other side, Minghou and Yueji have gained a significant advantage.

Tang Lian was injured, and Lei Wujie was a novice; although he possessed great internal strength, he ultimately lacked experience.

"You blockhead, do you think you can block anyone's knife?"

Xiao Se felt somewhat helpless and made up his mind to leave Snowfall Manor. Who would have thought that the first person he would face was an assassin of the caliber of Minghou Yueji?

If he were at his peak, he wouldn't even need to worry about these two people.

But now... things are not what they used to be.

Unexpectedly, Lei Wujie chuckled, wiped his mouth, and shouted "That's great!"

"I never expected that I, Lei Wujie, would be able to duel with such a master so soon after entering the martial arts world. It is truly something to be happy about."

Tang Lian, who was meditating nearby, couldn't help but glance at this guy.

But in his heart he was thinking that this guy was a little bit crazy.

However, the fact that Lei Wujie had just taken a blow for him had made Tang Lian feel quite favorably toward him.

As a disciple of the Thunder Clan, and having to travel to Snow Moon City to become a disciple, they would be like brothers from now on.

However, at this moment, Minghou Yueji suddenly stopped. The two looked at each other, and a barely perceptible look of fear flashed across their faces.

Because they heard a gentle chuckle: "Go quickly, you've already fought them, you can't kill them anyway."

"Hmph! Tsukihime, let's go!"

The two men arrived with great fanfare, and left just as decisively.

This left Tang Lian, Xiao Se, and Lei Wujie somewhat bewildered.

"What's going on? Are you not playing anymore?"

Luckily they left quickly, otherwise I would have definitely shown them the true power of my Thunder Sect's Unparalleled Fist Technique.

Lei Wujie sprang up with a somersault, rubbing his chest in dissatisfaction.

Xiao Se was somewhat surprised by this guy's recovery ability, and scoffed at his words.

"Come on, I admit that Wufang Fist has its unique features, but you blockhead clearly haven't mastered it."

It's strange, though. Had the Underworld Marquis Yueji already gained a huge advantage, why did she suddenly retreat?

Just then, a scream came from afar.

A figure in yellow suddenly burst in.

The three, who had just relaxed a little, instantly tensed up again.

"Who's playing tricks!"

Tang Lian flipped her hands, and a rain of hidden weapons instantly enveloped the area.

The newcomer immediately stopped screaming and brandished a long spear with impenetrable force.

With a clanging sound, the hidden weapons scattered all over the ground.

"You filthy Tang Lian, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

Lei Wujie thought another enemy had appeared and was eager to try his luck, but Tang Lian stopped him with an incredulous look on her face.

"Wait, we're on the same side."

"One of our own?"

"Yes, this is my third master's daughter, Sikong Qianluo."

Lei Wujie's eyes lit up. He walked around Tang Lian's arm and stepped out, looking excited.

"Ah, since you are my senior brother's junior sister, shouldn't I call you senior sister?"

Sikong Qianluo ignored him and walked aggressively up to Tang Lian, punching him.

“I’ll tell Father right away that you bullied me.”