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

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Today, he killed four immortals from beyond the realm by himself, and he felt his internal energy flowing smoothly, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

He even began to understand Zhou Zhen's carefree life.

So-called rules are just used to bind the weak.

Now I can do whatever I want, and I feel carefree and unrestrained, but my state of mind is completely different.

However, Luo Qingyang's feelings towards Zhou Huanzhen are quite complicated right now.

On one hand, he secretly resented Zhou Huanzhen for using his name to cause trouble, but on the other hand, he was secretly proud, after all, Zhou Huanzhen was using his name, not someone else's.

What does this mean? It means that in Zhou Zhenhuan's mind, he is still worthy of being noticed.

Being noticed by Zhou Zhenhuan, that damned bastard, is itself a testament to his strength.

He was orphaned at a young age and wandered the martial world. Later, he was taken in as a disciple by the leader of the Shadow Sect. In his youth, he harbored feelings of love for his junior sister.

Unfortunately, that junior sister married the current emperor of Beili, and he had no power to stop it.

She later married Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demonic Sect, and he was powerless to stop her.

He had longed for this, and finally became a sword immortal, thinking he had found hope.

Xiao Yu's act of stabbing him in the back caused him immense pain, but it also made him see many things more clearly.

Since he began practicing martial arts, he has been exceptionally talented and has few rivals.

But then Zhou Zhenhuan suddenly appeared.

Although this person had a terrible personality, Luo Qingyang secretly admired him greatly.

How can there be such carefree and reckless people in this world?

Unfortunately, he was defeated by his opponent twice, defeats that he would never forget.

The first time, it destroyed the entire city of Muliang.

The second time, he entered a state of divine travel and comprehended the Sword of Annihilation, but he still couldn't force Zhou Zhenhuan to make a move.

But it doesn't matter to him now.

Especially today, having personally killed four Divine Wandering Immortals, Luo Qingyang's confidence has returned.

Sure enough, it wasn't his problem.

The problem is with Zhou Zhen.

How could a normal mental wandering be forced into something like Zhou Zhenhuan's? It makes no sense and inspires despair.

It's good that he's guarding the South Heavenly Gate now. Maybe if he kills a few more, even his hatred for falling into the realm of ghost immortals can be worn away.

Because this time, he did it for the greater good of the world.

It must be said that Luo Qingyang is a person who is good at convincing himself.

Dao Jianxian was now completely unmoved by his words.

No matter how absurd the things his senior brother did were, they all seemed perfectly normal.

"Brother Luo, you've had a hard day. But in my opinion, your Sword of Annihilation is the most powerful killing sword in the world."

Compared to it, my Boundless Sword seems inferior in many ways.

Dao Jianxian sincerely praised, "In terms of swordsmanship alone, throughout the world, apart from my senior brother, probably no one can withstand the Sword of Annihilation before me."

Xie Zhize nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if we disregard that guy surnamed Zhou, you should be number one."

Having gained the approval of these two men, Luo Qingyang felt a surge of pride.

It should be noted that these two are considered the cream of the crop, standing at the very top of the world today.

But this arrogance quickly dissipated, leaving aside the Zhou family.

How can we possibly let this go?

"Ha, one day, my sword will defeat him."

Dao Jianxian smiled without saying a word, while Xie Zhi recalled the wooden Heaven-Slaying Sword and shook his head.

"That's probably going to be difficult. My avatar of will that I left in Apocalypse City was forced to come back."

I can't understand that guy's power.

Xie Zhize had previously left a clone at the First Pavilion Under Heaven, but Zhou Zhenhuan changed the rules of the First Pavilion, and his clone was directly ejected, forced to return to his original body.

Xie Zhi was genuinely grateful to Zhou, who had guarded this place alone for a hundred years, yet now Zhou had sent two experts who could travel in spirit.

Unfortunately, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal should have been able to advance further, but now that she is pregnant, she probably won't be able to enter the Divine Journey for the time being.

"What are you all talking about? Lone Sword Immortal should be credited with the greatest merit today. This is peach blossom wine that I brewed myself, and it just so happens to be ready at the right time."

The Snow Moon Sword Immortal no longer possesses that aloofness; instead, she has gained a touch of feminine gentleness.

Even her sharp, pointed face has become a bit rounder.

She walked over gracefully, carrying two wine jars, and personally offered Luo Qingyang a bowl of wine.

Luo Qingyang laughed heartily: "Thank you, Madam Zhao. I must drink this bowl of wine."

This name seems quite good.

The Snow Moon Sword Immortal smiled radiantly.

Zhao Yuzhen helped her sit down beside her, but in her heart she was thinking that perhaps she should send her back to Qingcheng Mountain.

Qingcheng Mountain is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. With elders from the sect looking after us, there's nothing to worry about.

"Today we have won our first battle, but I fear that in the days to come, we will face more and more enemies."

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was slightly tipsy.

They were all top experts in the world, so this amount of alcohol was nothing to them, but it was rare that none of them used their internal energy to dispel it.

Xie Zhi sighed and shared his thoughts.

The chains on the Lone Sword Immortal's shoulders stood ramrod straight, exuding an air of heroic grandeur.

"What's there to be afraid of? Kill one if one comes, kill two if two come."

Although I felt resentful towards Zhou, I also understood that he had done a lot to fend off these fools from beyond the realm.

If we just guard this place for another hundred years, those younger generations will naturally strive to be the best and a group of powerful cultivators will emerge.

This is a feat worthy of being celebrated for generations to come! Come, let's drink to our victory!

Chapter 168 Tang Lian's Stubborn Point

After a day of rest, Xiao Se was finally able to walk again. Although she looked somewhat sickly, Zhou Zhenhuan couldn't help but think of his younger sister Daiyu.

The willows sway in the breeze, and the orioles sing their blood-red songs.

Looking at Sikong Qianluo again, with her red lips and white teeth, and her dashing appearance, she was far superior to Brother Bao.

At least my eldest apprentice is brave enough.

Sikong Qianluo looked at the large hand that landed on her head, then at Zhou Zhenhuan, who had a fatherly smile of satisfaction on his face, and felt somewhat confused.

"Master, what are you thinking about now?"

"Hmm? It's nothing, Master is very pleased."

Sikong Qianluo's jewel-like eyes were clearly filled with the look of "Master has had another episode," which made Zhou Zhenhuan's old face darken.

"Go away, go away, come here, second disciple, let your master have a good time with you."

Lei Wujie shivered and quickly hid behind Ye Ruoyi.

The Confucian Sword Immortal found it interesting, noting that the way this enlightened master interacted with his disciple was completely different from the master-disciple relationship he was familiar with.

But then again, it seems like this isn't so bad.

Xiao Se moved closer and stuck his head out: "Master, why don't you touch mine?"

Zhou Huanzhen waved his sleeve and said, "Get lost!"

Xiao Se felt hurt, and Tang Lian and the others looked like they had seen a ghost at Xiao Se's actions.

Are you Xiao Se?

Has the person been replaced?

Could it be some kind of fairy in disguise?

"Why are you looking at me? Is there a problem with my close relationship with my master?"

Several people shook their heads like rattles.

"No problem, no problem?"

I always felt that Xiao Se must have suffered a brain injury or was ill, and quite seriously ill at that.

But then everyone suddenly realized that Xiao Se was about the same age as them and should have been a lively and cheerful boy.

This unfamiliar side of him might only be revealed in front of his master.

Zhou actually thinks this change is quite good. Children have so many worries all day long, it's exhausting.

Qingfeng and Mingyue didn't have so many thoughts. They skipped and hopped onto Zhou Zhenhuan's lap, and nuzzled their heads against his palm.

Zhou Zhenhuan scratched it with his finger, and they rolled around happily.

The Confucian Sword Immortal returned from outside, carrying a basket of ingredients on his back.

They brought back good news.

"We can board the ship tomorrow. I have already spoken with the ship's manager."

"Oh? What did you say, Brother Xie?"

“It’s very simple. I told them that I am Zhou Zhenhuan from Qingcheng Mountain, and they agreed.”

Zhou Zhen's eyes widened. "You, Xie Xuan! I never thought you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would do something like this."

"You think they'll believe you just because you say so?"

"Why don't they believe me? Could it be that you think I am less handsome than you?"

Zhou Zhenhuan curled his lip in disdain: "Still a bit inferior to me. At least you're more proper than me."

Xie Xuan wasn't annoyed and laughed heartily.

"It's alright, as long as they believe it."

Sikong Qianluo came over, picked up the two little rabbits, and held them in her arms.

"Master, Senior Xie, what kind of ship are you talking about?"

“Oh, the cedar longship, we can take it out to sea and go to the fairy mountain at sea. Actually, with your master’s abilities, we can do without taking a boat.”

Zhou rolled his eyes: "Too tiring, nothing beats the comfort of a boat ride."

A very strong reason.

The group enjoyed a delicious hot pot meal and set sail to find a cure for Xiao Se, which lifted their spirits considerably.

Although their trip encountered some setbacks, it was generally successful.

Especially now that Zhou Zhen is personally protecting him.

The moon was bright and the stars were few. After everyone had rested, Tang Lian, with some hesitation, found Zhou Zhenhuan, who was humming a little tune.

"Still up so late? Something on your mind?"

Tang Lian caught the wine pot that Zhou Zhenhuan tossed to her, hesitated for a moment, nodded, and sat down next to Zhou Zhenhuan.

"I don't know if I'm right, but I want to return this to my senior."

Tang Lian took out a peach wood sword from her bosom, put down the wine pot, and handed it to Zhou Huanzhen with both hands.

Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at it, picked up the peach wood sword, and played with it for a while.

"It doesn't work well?"

Tang Lian shook her head vigorously: "Of course it's useful. This peach wood sword has already saved Tang Lian's life twice."

Zhou Huanzhen's heart skipped a beat, as if she understood his thoughts.