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

"Little fairy, be careful!"

Zhao Yuzhen felt a deep sense of unease.

Without a second thought, his body moved, as if he had stepped into the void.

A golden lion suddenly appeared, enveloping Li Hanyi.

Immediately afterwards, a series of clanging sounds were heard.

The Rain of Pear Blossom Needles is the most vicious hidden weapon of the Tang Clan, specifically designed to break through protective true qi.

The golden lion was now like a hedgehog, its exterior densely covered with hidden weapons, but no matter what it did, it couldn't break through.

This is no rain of pear blossom needles; it's clearly just an ordinary hidden weapon.

"I'm sorry, Dao Sword Immortal, you've been tricked!"

The three elders of the Tang Clan reappeared, their bodies radiating power.

The three of them simultaneously took out the real Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, and while Zhao Yuzhen was distracted, the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles rained down like a storm.

"Husband, be careful!"

Li Hanyi deflected the hidden weapon with a single sword strike, her longsword drawing the momentum of the attack.

However, Lone Sword Immortal, Su Muyu, Su Changhe, and Xie Qidao blocked her way.

Qi Tianchen and Zhou Zhenhuan, who had come to watch the spectacle, stood atop a tall tower, gazing at the rising artistic conception in mid-air.

"I'm late?"

Zhou Zhen shook his head: "Just right."

"I know that Dao Jianxian has entered the Divine Realm. Who are the three Divine Realm cultivators who fought against him?"

A glint seemed to flash in Zhou Zhenhuan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he shook his head slightly.

"Wandering in the mind is not so worthless."

However, these three are quite interesting.

"Does such a thing as a pill that can allow one to enter a state of spiritual travel?"

Qi Tianchen was slightly moved: "Pills?"

"Yes, those three were originally at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, but they were forced to break through the Divine Travel Realm by the pills."

However, they can only live for a quarter of an hour.

Even so, it's still astonishing.

As they were talking, the wind and clouds dissipated, and Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "It's over. It really was a bloody disaster."

Qi Tianchen did some calculations, his expression turning strange.

"After watching the spectacle, I, the old Taoist, went to find my apprentice."

"I won't keep you from healing your junior brother any longer, I'm off."

Zhou Zhen watched Qi Tianchen fly away into the distance before shaking his head, taking a step forward, and arriving on the painted boat.

The once beautiful pleasure boat is now half-sunken, and it's clear that everyone is still quite restrained.

"Tsk tsk, you look rather disheveled."

Zhou Zhenhuan looked at his junior brother, whose sleeves were torn and whose mouth was oozing blood. Where was the slightest trace of his former carefree and elegant demeanor?

Zhou Zhen's appearance instantly made the atmosphere present quite subtle.

"Senior brother! Take a look at him quickly."

Li Hanyi was overjoyed, but then saw Zhou Zhenhuan wave his hand and say, "It's alright, you won't die."

Being beaten like this by three drug-fueled psychics isn't shameful enough.

Dao Jianxian didn't take these words to heart. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coughed twice: "No matter what, it's just a spiritual journey after all. There's nothing shameful about it."

Zhou Zhenhuan looked at the three Tang Clan elders lying lifeless on the ground and nodded slightly.

"Indeed, otherwise it would be a disservice to these three people who died. Respect for the dead is paramount."

Dao Jianxian was momentarily speechless. Is that what I meant?

"Old Luo, didn't I tell you to practice your swordsmanship properly? Why are you causing trouble for my junior brother?"

Chapter 116 Are you worthy?

Luo Qingyang's condition is not good.

Even the three elders of the Tang Clan, in the twilight of their lives, harbored the intention to perish together with the Dao Sword Immortal.

Even with the help of the Divine Travel Pill, they still couldn't stop the Dao Sword Immortal.

The arm on which Luo Qingyang held the sword had a deep, bone-revealing wound that had almost severed his entire arm.

It's clear that he dodged at the crucial moment; otherwise, it's hard to say whether he would still be able to wield a sword in the future.

As for the Dark River group, their patriarch, Su Changhe, had been stabbed in the chest. The wound was extremely unusual; it seemed as if starlight was shimmering inside, hindering its healing.

Xie Qidao's knife was completely shattered, and along with it, the hand that held the knife also shattered, to the point of being pixelated.

Only Su Muyu, the ghost with the umbrella, remained standing.

Zhou Zhen knew that his junior brother's sword strike was not intended to kill.

Otherwise, everyone present would probably be dead.

Luo Qingyang's Nine Songs was inserted in front of him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his left hand covering his shoulder, looking dejected.

Hearing Zhou Zhenhuan's words, he slightly raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"Is there any wine?"

Zhou Zhen nodded, took out a jar of wine from his sleeve, and threw it out.

Luo Qingyang took it, broke the seal, and drank it dry with his face up.

"Perhaps you were right back then, I shouldn't have gotten involved."

So, you've come here to kill us?

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head: "There may be people in this world worth killing, but you guys are definitely not among them."

If my junior brother wanted to kill you, every single one of you would already be dead.

However, since you had no intention of killing my junior brother, he also had no intention of taking your lives.

Why do you think that killing you requires my intervention?

"You think you're worthy?"

Zhou Zhenhuan's words traveled on the breeze to everyone's ears.

It was full of disdainful mockery.

Everyone fell silent; in fact, they didn't know what to say.

Moreover, they genuinely felt that Zhou was right.

They are indeed unworthy.

The people involved in this operation are all renowned figures in the martial arts world.

There are very few people in the world who can get them to join forces.

If this gets out, it's not something to brag about; on the contrary, it's extremely shameful.

Moreover, they lost this operation completely.

Dao Jianxian was indeed injured, but now that he has appeared, if he wants to intervene, the fate of the world will be decided.

"So, you came here to laugh at us, or to humiliate us?"

Luo Qingyang took another swig of wine.

Zhou Zhenhuan scoffed: "Humiliation? I'm just stating a fact. I don't have time to humiliate you."

I didn't come here to laugh at you; I came here to laugh at my junior brother.

Furthermore, I can say that your mission was a success.

My junior brother was injured, so he will not be attending the heroes' banquet.

Haven't you achieved your goal?

Everyone was slightly taken aback, especially Dao Jianxian, who looked at his senior brother with some curiosity.

Li Hanyi wanted to say something, but Dao Jianxian stopped her and gently shook his head.

Luo Qingyang and his group left, having arrived full of confidence, believing that with this lineup they could kill even a wandering soul.

Perhaps this applies to others, but there are differences between different kinds of daydreaming.

"Senior brother, I don't understand."

This group's target must be Lei Family Fort.

Regardless, we should get there as soon as possible.

Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at Zhao Yuzhen, nodded, took out a peach from his sleeve, wiped it, and took a bite.

"and then?"

Zhao Yuzhen was stunned for a moment: "And then?"

"With your strength, if you really wanted to kill, they should all be dead by now."

Since you knew their target was Lei Family Fortress, why didn't you kill them? Wouldn't killing them have solved the problem once and for all?

Zhao Yuzhen opened her mouth, but ultimately kept it closed, her brows furrowing slightly as if she were pondering a very difficult question.

"Perhaps it's because they didn't intend to kill us in the first place."

Li Hanyi tried to give an answer, though she was actually a little anxious herself.

After all, her younger brother had also gone to Lei Family Fort.

But she also knew that Zhou Zhen's presence meant that those disciples were not in mortal danger.

"Yes, that makes sense."

Zhou Zhen gave Li Hanyi an approving look.

"You two can continue your travels. Don't go to Lei Family Fortress, don't go back to Qingcheng Mountain, and definitely don't go to Snow Moon City."

Head south, straight south, and don't look back.

Zhao Yuzhen asked, puzzled, "Senior brother, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"I just think these whetstones of theirs are quite useful."

"A whetstone? For whose knife?"

Zhou Zhenhuan looked up at the sky, where golden light rippled through the clouds.

He didn't answer the question, but instead laughed and said, "Oh, it seems that the half-sword immortal of Lei Family Fortress has finally succeeded."

It seems your marriage has been a big blow to him.

With clear thinking, his swordsmanship reached a new level.

Zhou Zhenhuan also left, like a gentle breeze.

Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi exchanged a glance and looked at each other blankly.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Zhao Yuzhen shook her head: "I don't know, but there must be a deeper meaning behind Senior Brother's arrangement."

He wanted us to go and take a look at the Southern Territory.

"The Southern Territory? So we're just going to ignore what's going on here?"

Zhao Yuzhen chuckled and looked up at the sky: "Isn't your senior brother here? Don't worry, he'll handle it."

"That's good. This time we have plenty of time, just the two of us."