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"Oh! I understand now. So the Immortal Xiaoyao is also one of our Baiyujing people!"
I knew it! How could such a powerful expert exist in this world?
It turns out that the Carefree Immortal was also an immortal descended from the Jade Capital.
Zhu Yueqi, with a fawning expression, stepped forward and knelt before the two men. However, the next moment, Zhu Yueqi leaped up, pulled out a dagger from somewhere, and stabbed at Zhou Huanzhen.
"Everyone, attack! Kill him!"
Chapter 163 The Immortal's Magnificent Departure
Zhu Yueqi's strength, at the half-step Divine Realm level, suddenly erupted.
He let out a roar, his face contorted in anger.
Bai Yujing was fully aware of all the things Zhou Zhenhuan had done in the past two years.
These factions advocating aggression naturally knew that what Zhou Zhenhuan was doing would create a group of experts.
Given time, it will surely become Bai Yujing's greatest enemy.
But he never expected that Zhou Zhen would be so bold as to dare to break into their Baiyujing Sanyuelou headquarters all by himself.
And here, he wasn't the only expert. There were three others at the Half-Step Divine Travel level: San Yuechu, Da Xiaoyao, and two others.
Now, with the addition of the immortals from Baiyujing, they will surely be able to kill Xiaoyao Xian with their combined strength.
After all, in his estimation, even if the Immortal of Freedom was exceptionally powerful, he was only at the Divine Travel Realm, at most an Earth Immortal.
With a group of experts joining forces, they will surely be killed on the spot.
On the first day of the third month, when Zhu Yueqi spoke, they already knew his thoughts. The March Pavilion naturally had its own set of secret codes.
Zhang Qun knew that this person's arrival today would not end well.
Although he felt that this person's skills were unfathomable, he was not without his own trump cards.
As Zhu Yueqi suddenly attacked, Zhang Qun channeled his immortal energy, and the whisk in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into silver snakes that fiercely attacked Zhou Huanzhen's eyes and neck.
With a flash, he was already three steps away from Zhou Zhenhuan, and the sword at his waist was drawn with a clang.
The gem on the sword hilt sparked bursts of lightning.
"Hmph, a mere mortal dares to call himself an immortal?"
"Catch my Thunder Immortal Sword! I'll make sure your soul is annihilated!"
Zhang Qun's divine sword strike caused thunder to rumble in the sky.
People in the fishing village rushed out of their homes and looked up.
"That's strange. Just a moment ago the sky was full of stars, and I thought tomorrow would be a good day. How did the weather suddenly change?"
"Hey, look, isn't that the location of that haunted shrine?"
Such a thick bolt of lightning! My goodness, could it be that some ghost or monster angered the heavens, causing them to unleash this divine thunder?
"Hiss, quick, quick, back inside, back inside..."
The Confucian Sword Immortal was also awakened by the divine lightning. He looked up at the sky, his gaze cold and his expression solemn.
Sikong Qianluo and Ye Ruoyi woke up and rushed out in a panic.
"Senior Xie? What happened?"
Sikong Qianluo watched the endless stream of lightning, her eyes flashing with five-colored halos, but the next moment, she hurriedly closed her eyes again.
"Such powerful lightning! Is this divine punishment or a tribulation?"
Ye Ruoyi looked around but couldn't find Zhou Zhenhuan. She couldn't help but wonder, "Senior Xie, is this related to Senior Zhou?"
Xie Xuan nodded: "Perhaps there is some connection."
Upon hearing this, Sikong Qianluo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, so it was Master who caused this. Then it's alright."
"Sister Ye, let's go back to sleep for a while."
Ye Ruoyi was both amused and exasperated. Then, amidst the bright, thunderous light, she glanced at Xie Xuan but couldn't discern anything. Before she was dragged back by Sikong Qianluo, she was pulled away.
Xie Xuan shook his head: "This girl certainly trusts her master a lot."
After thinking for a moment, Xie Xuan finally gave up the idea of going to find out.
Perhaps Miss Sikong is right. Since it was Zhou Zhenhuan who caused it, it should be fine.
The ancestral hall has been reduced to ruins.
Zhou Huanzhen stood in the center of the ruins, letting the thunder wash over him without moving.
Zhang Qun's sword was only an inch away from his neck.
On the first day of the third month, Zhu Yueqi and others' weapons also sealed off all parts of his body, just an inch away.
But it was precisely this one inch that made them truly understand what it means to be unable to move an inch.
An invisible force enveloped Zhou Zhenhuan.
He even raised his hand to scratch his nose, glancing at everyone with some confusion.
"What kind of news, or hearsay, gave you such courage that you thought you could actually hurt me?"
The commotion they caused was quite significant.
Well then, today's purpose was to resolve this trouble anyway.
This so-called Thunder Immortal Sword is quite impressive, but there aren't enough people to wield it.
On the first day of March, several people suddenly turned pale, and the next moment Zhou actually moved.
They tried to retreat, but found that the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned, and they couldn't even move.
Zhou Zhenhuan extended a finger, bent it, and lightly flicked it on Zhang Qun's sword.
At that moment, the lightning attracted to Zhang Qun's sword seemed to be deflected by a spark of electricity.
However, the next moment was a flash of lightning, barely visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the temples of Zhu Yueqi and the others on the first day of the third month.
The speed was so fast that no one felt it at all.
Then they discovered that they could move again.
Their bodies seemed to retain the will to retreat, and several figures moved away from Zhou Huanzhen. Afterwards, the group only felt a slight headache.
They instinctively touched it, and then the world spun around them, plunging them into darkness.
The twelfth floor of Baiyujing, only the third floor, was wiped out by this tiny bolt of lightning.
Zhang Qun's pupils contracted as he stared at Zhou Zhenhuan in disbelief.
Zhou Zhenhuan smiled at him.
"Actually, I'm a very reasonable person. I originally wanted to have a chat and maybe we could reach a consensus, right?"
But who would have thought you would want my life?
Sure enough, there are fewer and fewer people like me who are reasonable these days.
Is it the power of heavenly lightning?
Unfortunately, I know a little bit too, but not the way you use it.
Look at this lightning pillar, it's thick and strong, but the power is too dispersed.
"Heavenly thunder, this is how it should be used!"
Trapped in mid-air, Zhang Qun was horrified to discover that the lightning he had summoned was rapidly converging on Zhou Huanzhen's outstretched finger.
The thunderbolts in the sky transformed into a blue bean.
The blue bean flickered with electricity, growing smaller and smaller, but Zhang Qun could feel the intense destructive power emanating from it as it was compressed.
He finally started to panic.
"No, wait a minute, fellow immortal, let's talk this out. What conditions do you have?"
"Oh? Is that so? It's a pity I'm not in the mood for it now."
Your Baiyujing's martial arts techniques are quite interesting. I hope you'll send down an even more powerful one next time.
Let me take you home.
"No...no, what are you going to do?"
A streak of azure lightning shot into the sky and exploded with a deafening roar.
The thunder scattered like tassels and flying flowers, as if a grand firework had bloomed in the sky, illuminating half of the sky.
But no one saw that one person, along with the thunder and lightning, vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace.
Zhou Zhenhuan looked up as the lightning dissipated, then shook his head: "This is probably the most spectacular death ever."
He twirled his fingers, his brow furrowing slightly.
After the immortals of Baiyujing vanished into thin air, the Heavenly Dao in the darkness actually grew stronger by a little.
Chapter 164 You're So Good!
"The weather last night was really strange, with thunder and lightning."
I thought it would continue to rain today, but it turned out to be a sunny day.
"Who says otherwise? I was thinking that if the wind and waves were too rough today, we wouldn't be able to go out to sea. In my opinion, it's perfectly normal for the Sea God to make some noise after just finishing his festival."
"These things don't really concern us. Let's hope we can have a good catch today."
Life in the small fishing village remained unchanged, seemingly without any alteration.
It was only when it was time to set sail that some people realized that Old Zhu hadn't shown up for some reason.
Zhu Yueqi is undoubtedly a master fisherman in the fishing village, reaping a large catch every day and earning a considerable income.
Moreover, this person is known for being charitable and generous; he always lends a helping hand to anyone in need.
"Old Zhu didn't come today."
"Maybe something came up and kept me from leaving. I left in a hurry yesterday."
"Old Zhu used to say that he would move to the city once he had made enough money, and maybe he did."
"I'm actually a little envious."
"Look, there's a very strange Taoist priest fishing here. Boats come and go all the way here, how can there be any fish?"
"Shh, he's looking over here. Why are you so concerned? Let's go, let's go."
Zhou Zhenhuan was holding a bamboo pole with a light cotton thread tied to the end. The thread fell into the water and rose and fell with the tiny ripples.
The autumn sun seemed to have waned its heat, and its rays didn't feel scorching. The sea breeze added a unique touch to the scene.
Zhou Zhenhuan looked at the busy fishermen, but his gaze fell on a girl.
The girl was carrying a small basket on her back, and she would occasionally bend down to pick something up.
It's not far from the pier, but it's not a place for beachcombing.
Zhou Zhen has a good eye; he noticed that the girl was just picking up some seashells.
With each success, a pure and joyful smile would appear on the girl's face.
"A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections. I never imagined that even a real person could be moved by worldly desires."
Xie Xuan, carrying a basket, appeared behind him without him noticing. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhou Zhenhuan take off his shoes and sit on the deck, his big feet dangling in the seawater.
This person seems to never care about rules and regulations, living a carefree and unrestrained life.
"Everyone has a love for beauty. I'm not one of those monks."
"Aren't monks human beings?"
Xie Xuan casually retorted, then took a plate from the basket containing several steamed buns and a pot of rice milk.