The young Daoist priest crouched beside the long bench, gazing at the courtyard well and rubbing his cheek.
For some reason, Immortal Official felt a sense of gratitude for the perfect weather and this world.
Next to them, the wood shed in the backyard of the Yang family’s herbal medicine shop was filled with old, broken-down items, neglected for so long that it was a chaotic mess.
Old Man Yang had designated everything in this room for Li Huai. But Li Huai didn’t want them, unwilling for the house to feel even emptier after the old man was gone.
Li Huai wanted Chen Ping’an to help move them, whether it was storing them for him or taking whatever caught his eye, he didn’t care. But how could Chen Ping’an possibly dare to?
Sunlight streamed through the window, and there was no musty smell inside. Zheng Dafeng stood lost in thought for a moment.
Zheng Dafeng stomped his foot, stuffed a thin booklet from the shelf into his embrace, and went out to borrow three flat carts. He’d have the Immortal Official’s disciple help out; free labor was not to be wasted.
The Immortal Official then pulled a yellow seal talisman folded into a bird shape from his sleeve. He murmured incantations, recited mantras, blew a breath, and spiritual light flickered. The Immortal Official muttered a few words, tossed the talisman bird, and it fluttered and leaped from the courtyard well, to summon Lin Feijing to meet him here.
Zheng Dafeng exclaimed, “Folding paper into a crane, fluttering away, speaking true words, delivering messages. Does Brother Immortal Official still dare say he’s not a living immortal?”
Immortal Official blushed slightly. Lin Feijing soon arrived at the Yang family shop. The stone spirit mountain in the front courtyard didn’t stop Zheng Dafeng from “moving house,” but instead helped move the various large and small old objects.
No matter what, Zheng Dafeng was the senior martial brother. He might be a bit ugly, his mouth might be a bit smelly, but his heart wasn’t bad.
During this time, Zheng Dafeng didn’t forget to sneak into the kitchen and pocket a few tea-boiled eggs. A family thief is hard to guard against, and the stone spirit mountain was too lazy to bother.
In the end, Zheng Dafeng pushed his luck and asked the stone spirit mountain if that worthless old long bench could be taken too. Anyway, there was still some space on the Immortal Official’s cart, and tying it with rope would make everything more stable.
Zheng Dafeng expected the stone spirit mountain to curse him out, but unexpectedly, the other party nodded, glanced at the young Daoist priest, and said they could take it.
Something was amiss with such an abnormal reaction, and Zheng Dafeng felt a little uneasy. He looked at the stone spirit mountain, and his martial brother simply said with a telepathic message, “No comment.”
Pushing the carts towards the western mountains, Zheng Dafeng’s heart pounded like thunder. He couldn’t help but be extremely nervous.
Setting aside that long bench, just the small booklet in his embrace was more like a catalog. Old Man Yang had written the names of various artifacts using ink in three colors: black, vermilion, and green. He didn’t record any methods of refining or unsealing, nor did he write about their historical origins, truly being extremely stingy with his brush.
Fortunately, they were divided into three categories: Dao, Fa, and Shu, with three grades. Among them, there were two Dao artifacts, both made of bronze: a small cauldron in good condition, and a dilapidated bronze tree with many broken parts. In addition, there were twelve Fa artifacts and fifty-six Shu artifacts.
Don’t look at Zheng Dafeng’s seemingly joyful face at this moment. In reality, after taking the booklet, he started to regret it. By the time he left the medicine shop, after pushing the carts just a few steps, he was already deeply regretting it. Of course, he knew his master was the most doting on that little brat Li Huai, but he still underestimated the extent of his master’s affection for his grand-disciple.
Passing by Li Huai’s old house, located on the western edge of the small town. And Zhenzhushan (Pearl Mountain) was the closest to the town within the western mountains, making them close neighbors.
Li Liu, holding a long river of time and the joint master of all water spirits in the martial world. Wang Zhu, the only true dragon in the world.
There is always a way out. Perhaps that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou never intended to completely annihilate the flood dragon afflicted by “heaven’s wrath.” He intentionally showed leniency, otherwise this candidate for the ancient Ten Powers of the world wouldn’t have just created the Fulu Street and Taoye Alley, leaving the rest of the formations to his unregistered disciple, Wang Min, to set up.
It’s just that Wang Zhu and Li Liu had almost no interaction. Who is to blame? Is it heaven for not cooperating, or is it because there are too many shortcuts and detours in the human world?
Entering the mountains, the winding paths echoed with the sound of wheels.
The bottles and jars in the large bundles clinked against each other, like a group of spoiled children quarreling and fighting at the same time.
Lin Feijing was surprised, “Master, there’s such heavy fog in the mountains today.”
They felt like immortals soaring through the clouds and fog. Zheng Dafeng chuckled, “Looking at flowers in the mist, a hazy beauty, it’s refreshing. Right now, even our farts smell good.”
Although he was talking nonsense, Zheng Dafeng knew very well that this was because Liu Xiang had issued several “Fengzheng edicts” in succession.
Zheng Dafeng lowered his voice and said, “Brother Immortal Official, with so many things, how about we pick a few that catch our eye? We’re the porters, and there’s remuneration. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know… Eh, Fellow Daoist Lin is here too.”
Immortal Official said helplessly, “Brother Dafeng, I, this humble Daoist, still have some character in my conduct.”
That being said, Zheng Dafeng and Immortal Official had a tacit understanding and looked at Lin Feijing simultaneously.
Lin Feijing always respected his master and valued the Dao, observing his nose and his heart.
Unlike the Immortal Official who didn’t even have a private register, the Daoist priest Lin Feijing was considered a good talent for cultivating the Dao in the traditional sense.
He truly felt that his master’s words had deep meaning and his actions were natural. In contrast, he himself was too deliberate.
Zheng Dafeng tentatively said, “Those who see have a share. This should be your destiny. Fellow Daoist Lin, is there anything you fancy?”
Lin Feijing shook his head and said, “Mr. Zheng is joking.”
Zheng Dafeng was still unwilling to give up and wanted to drag Lin Feijing into it. He said, “Just by calling me Mr. Zheng, I have to reciprocate and give you a few things.”
Lin Feijing simply refused to nod, believing in his heart that this was his master testing his Dao heart.
On the peak of Ji Ling Peak, the ancestral mountain of Luopo Mountain, host and guest stood by the railing, looking out at the land and rivers.
Wei Bo was the first to say goodbye and leave.
Suddenly, a sword light flashed, and Zhu Lian reached out to grab the flying sword message. After reading the content of the secret letter, Zhu Lian handed it to Zheng Juzhong, “It was sent from the Jiuzhen Xiankuan in the Central Divine Continent. Immortal Yunmiao wrote ‘For Mountain Lord Chen’ on the envelope, but the content was how grateful they were to Mr. Zheng.”
Zheng Juzhong waved his hand and said, “No need to read it.”
Zhu Lian put away the secret letter and couldn’t help but laugh, “This Yunmiao is also a fascinating person.”
Wei Bo’s Piyun Mountain received a flying sword message almost at the same time as Luopo Mountain.
It turned out to be the head of the Wei family in Taoye Alley, Wei Benyuan, or rather, the Daoist priest Wang Min who had recovered his original appearance. He sent a letter to the old house, roughly stating that he was willing to voluntarily offer the Shenxian Tomb area to the imperial court. The Wei family was one of the major landowners in Lishu Cave Heaven in the past. For example, the Li family in Fulu Street owned the land deeds of Old Porcelain Mountain, and the Lu family still occupied the vast fields on both sides of the Longxu River and Tiefu River.
Wang Min didn’t explain the reason to the imperial court, but the Ministry of Revenue and the Emperor knew very well that this was a gift given in advance by the Wei family.
Good news.
The streams were lovely, the clouds and mist were fresh, and they had a pleasant conversation along the way.
Without the Immortal Official, Zheng Dafeng wouldn’t have dared to take things into his own hands and casually take on responsibilities.
After passing Tiandu Peak and arriving at Luopo Mountain, they saw Cen Yuanyi rarely resting at the foot of the mountain, sitting alone at a table and staring blankly.
Today the clouds and mist were unusually heavy, coming from the south, as if climbing the mountain here, they lost strength halfway up the mountain and gradually condensed into a sea of cotton-like clouds.
Zheng Dafeng released the handle of the cart, let the Immortal Official and his disciple move the things to the house first, and went to sit at the table himself, crossing his legs, rubbing his arms, and joking, “Master Cen, are you really at ease leaving everything over there entirely to Grandmaster Wen? Aren’t you afraid he’ll mislead the children?”
Now Cen Yuanyi and Zheng Dafeng were both martial arts masters of Yingyu Peak in Tiaoyu Mountain. Since Wen Zaixi, who refused to leave, was added, Zheng Dafeng often simply let Wen Zaixi be responsible for teaching martial arts, and those boys and girls accepted it. Especially since Chen Ping’an appeared at the Yingyu Peak martial arts field last time, these kids with high aspirations became completely well-behaved. Moreover, Wen Zaixi was already quite famous on the mountains in Baoping Continent.
In Zheng Dafeng’s words, they were learning martial arts now and had the opportunity to hear some pointers from Pei Qian and interact with a grandmaster like Wen Zaixi. When they finished their training and went out into the world on their own, let alone the Limit realm, it would be as hard as ascending to heaven to see a peak realm expert on the road. If they were lucky, they might encounter one or two Far Traveling realm martial artists.
Cen Yuanyi said, “There’s nothing to be uneasy about.”
Zheng Dafeng seemed to be making conversation, “I heard that there was a great demon from the Central Divine Continent who was slain by Bai Ye and achieved Corpse Liberation, in the perfected Ascended realm. Her alias is Zhou Hu, and her Daoist title is ‘Meizheng’. Her true form is debated, some say she’s a scorpion spirit, others say she’s a fox. She’s incredible. In the Central Divine Continent, right under the noses of the Confucian sages, she could be considered a regional overlord. Deep underground, she has a bizarre ferry, rumored to connect with the Yellow Springs Road. Her innate artifact is a pipa. In terms of Dao age, she’s even older than Guo Outing of Tieshu Mountain. The ‘demons, ghosts, and monsters’ of the Vast Desolate world, you know? ‘Demon’ refers to Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, ‘ghost’ refers to Yang Qiangu of the back mountain in Fuyao Continent, and ‘monster’ describes the Green Mountain God Mistress of Zhuhai Cave Heaven. The leading ‘demon’ is this Fellow Daoist Meizheng.”
Cen Yuanyi asked doubtfully, “Why are you telling me this?”
She was a pure martial artist, completely unrelated to these divine and mysterious things.
Zheng Dafeng stared intently at Cen Yuanyi and smiled, “How is it unrelated?”
Cen Yuanyi frowned and said, “Just say what you mean, don’t play riddles with me.”
Zheng Dafeng said, “The Daoist method of Corpse Liberation is ultimately inferior and not the true path to longevity. Corpse Liberation that relies on external forces is even lower. Therefore, the requirements for ‘external forces’ are high. Zhou Hu was extremely arrogant and looked down on others. If she wanted to achieve Thunder Liberation, she would naturally have to find the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, an unquestionable and unparalleled choice. Unfortunately, there was no friendship between them. Zhou Hu was unwilling to lower her head, and the Celestial Master might not have been willing to bear that karma.”
“For Water Liberation, she could perhaps find Mistress Dandian of Lushuikeng, but Mistress Dandian’s Dao power is even weaker than Zhou Hu’s. The possibility of successful Corpse Liberation is too low. She might not be able to preserve her immortal蛻 and become a ghost immortal with no hope for the great Dao, which would make her unwilling. If she chose Fire Liberation, she would naturally have to find the big shot in Northern Reed Continent. Originally, this method was most compatible with her own great Dao and would cause the least loss of Dao power. The problem was, coincidentally, Zhou Hu had an old grudge with the Fire Dragon真人. Zhou Hu only sought Corpse Liberation, not death. What if the Fire Dragon真人 only agreed verbally and thought to himself, ‘You’re delivering yourself to my door, right…’?”
“For Mountain Liberation, how could she find the elusive Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou? Zhou Hu also lacked the courage to disturb this venerable and powerful senior.”
“As for Sword Liberation, that was even more of a luxury.”
Going out to sea to visit immortals, even if Zhou Hu was fortunate enough to find that isolated island overseas, she was destined not to see that most favored one in the world.
“But things happen to be so coincidental. You search high and low in vain, only to find it effortlessly.”
“Zhou Hu got what she wanted and finally achieved Sword Liberation.”
Cen Yuanyi only thought that Zheng Dafeng was showing off some hearsay and letting him chatter like a storyteller on a bridge.
Zheng Dafeng smiled, “It’s only because you are in this mountain.”
Cen Yuanyi saw that Zheng Dafeng’s gaze had become somewhat improper and got up to go to Tiaoyu Mountain.
As she walked, she was completely unaware that a golden light appeared between her eyebrows. In an instant, it spread across her entire face. The next moment, Cen Yuanyi was radiant, dragging thousands of golden filaments behind her. Then, those ethereal lines that wove into a vague human shape separated from Cen Yuanyi. The clear light was radiant, and in an instant, meridians, Qi points, bones, flesh, Dharma robes, and accessories appeared…
Turning around again, she was already a woman.
Not to mention her voluptuous figure, her facial beauty was indescribable.
It was none other than the great demon Zhou Hu, who was temporarily residing in Cen Yuanyi’s soul.
Only after receiving a decree from Mr. Zheng on the mountaintop did she dare to appear exceptionally.
Zheng Dafeng was not surprised by this. He spread his palm towards her and said lazily, “Sit. Daoist Immortal Official and Little Millet are both busy, so I will entertain Fellow Daoist Meizheng.”
Zhou Hu sat down at the table with outstanding grace.
Zheng Dafeng handed her a tea-boiled egg, “Would you like to try it, Fellow Daoist? It’s a common flavor, cheap and good.”
Zhou Hu shook her head.
For example, Zheng Dan had already gone to Jiuzhen Xiankuan to perform sword techniques, intending to help Yunmiao’s Daoist partner, the immortal realm ghost Wei Zi, achieve Sword Liberation and overcome tribulation. Wei Zi had accepted the suggestion of that Mr. Zheng, seeking wealth through danger. Despite being a female ghost, she still chose to attempt formal ascension during a cloudy and rainy day in broad daylight.
Zheng Dafeng gently tapped the tea-boiled egg on the table and began to peel it, casually asking, “What do you think of this mountain over the years, using Cen Yuanyi’s ears and eyes?”
Zhou Hu had no interest in speaking.
Zheng Dafeng smiled, “Do you see this mountain as a book, ornate yet lacking emotion, becoming boring after a long time?”
Zhou Hu remained silent.
Zheng Dafeng asked strangely, “Could it be that the rumors on the mountain are all fabricated? Is Fellow Daoist Meizheng not that kind of arrogant and untamable peak realm cultivator?”
Zhou Hu narrowed her eyes and said, “Untamable?”
Zheng Dafeng swallowed a peeled tea-boiled egg whole and apologized, “I misspoke.”
If I didn’t misspeak, would you speak, young lady?
Zhou Hu said, “You said one thing wrong just now. It’s not that I don’t have a friendship with Longhu Mountain. In my early years, I had a period of traveling together with the previous Celestial Master on the Underworld Path, working together to hunt down a powerful and fierce ghost with profound Daoist attainments. The old Celestial Master was for justice, I was for private revenge.”
Zheng Dafeng suddenly realized, “So that’s how it is, there’s such a secret.”
Zhou Hu sighed, “Although it wasn’t successful, we could be considered fated to meet. When we parted, he once promised me…”
Zheng Dafeng quickly interjected, “Not afraid of criticism, becoming Daoist partners?”
Zhou Hu’s eyes were cold, and she glanced at the talkative man.
Zheng Dafeng said awkwardly, “You continue with the story.”
Zhou Hu said, “If I failed to merge with the Dao, I would go to the Celestial Master Mansion on Longhu Mountain, and he would be willing to help.”
Zheng Dafeng nodded, “Noble.”
Zhou Hu said, “The old Celestial Master went outside the heavens with the Sage of Rites and failed to return to the Vast Desolate world. This matter is put aside, and I don’t wish to mention it again.”
Zheng Dafeng’s expression was strange and he said, “If nothing unexpected happens, Longhu Mountain entrusted this matter to the Fire Dragon真人, who is an external surname Great Celestial Master. In this way, Thunder Liberation, Fire Liberation, and Water Liberation, the old真人 is known as the Three Supremes, just enough to pass three tribulations with three liberations. I believe the effect will not be worse than Bai Ye’s sword technique liberation. I guess the old Celestial Master had his own considerations and calculations and did not reveal the truth, but I believe the Fire Dragon真人 will definitely visit you voluntarily to have a fight. You will lose but not die, successfully achieve Sword Liberation, and leave behind a蛻, which should be to repay your debts to heaven and earth… Looking at the results, it is still different paths leading to the same destination. Fellow Daoist Meizheng will thus be free from tribulations and roam the human world, able to leave the underground and see the light of day again.”
Zhou Hu suddenly looked up and glanced at Zheng Juzhong on the mountaintop. She seemed angry.
If she had known this earlier, why would she have gone through the trouble of establishing a master-servant contract with Zheng Juzhong?!
But Zheng Juzhong turned a blind eye, clearly unwilling to explain anything to her.
Zhou Hu gritted her teeth, stood up, and a vast surge of Daoist Qi surged, the clouds and mist at the foot of the mountain boiling.
Zheng Dafeng also looked up at the mountaintop, at those few immortals in the clouds.
Baidi City already had a doorman, Zheng Dan, who failed to merge with the Dao. Did they also need to take in Zhou Hu, who was in the same situation?
It’s truly hard to imagine what a cultivator at Zheng Juzhong’s level can do next. Are they going to rebel against heaven?
Zheng Dafeng took out another tea-boiled egg and gently tapped it on the table. The strange phenomenon in the mountains disappeared.
Zhou Hu stabilized her Dao heart, slowly withdrew her gaze, and meaningfully glanced at this first doorkeeper of Luopo Mountain.
Zheng Dafeng lowered his head, slowly peeling the eggshell, and chuckled to himself, “After watching you for so long, I can’t just watch for nothing. There are a few big words I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time.”
Zhou Hu sat back on the long bench and said calmly, “I am all ears.”
Zheng Dafeng was overjoyed at this and spat into his palm. He lifted his butt, leaned forward, and moved closer to her ear.
There’s a limit to being low! Zhou Hu looked utterly incredulous and full of disgust. She simply waved her sleeve and heavily struck away Zheng Dafeng’s hand.
Immortal Official, who was still moving things carefully, saw this scene and clicked his tongue in amazement.
On the mountaintop, Lu Shen asked doubtfully, “He is clearly a proper person, why bother acting vulgar?”
He had already handed the Dizijing to Zheng Juzhong. Before giving the book, he was extremely anxious. After giving it, he instead accepted his fate and was relieved.
He had to admit that Zheng Dafeng was indeed a strange person.
Liu Xiang, however, was not interested in answering such questions. He simply chuckled to Zheng Juzhong, “To go to such lengths for just one person doesn’t seem to fit Zheng Juzhong’s style of action.”
Zheng Juzhong said, “Since I promised Cui Chan to help look after Luopo Mountain, I must plan ahead and get things done early.”
Liu Xiang asked, “How will you arrange for Zhou Hu afterwards?”
Zheng Juzhong said, “She is not of much use for now. She will still be a foreshadowing.”
Liu Xiang burst into laughter.
At the foot of the mountain, Zheng Dafeng had peeled off most of the tea-boiled egg and stopped. He placed it on the table, pointed to it, and smiled, “Egg yolk, egg white, eggshell.”
Zhou Hu was as if in a cloud of fog.
Seeing that she didn’t understand, Zheng Dafeng explained, “The three have their own boundaries, each forming a world.”
Zhou Hu snorted in amusement. Was he pretending to be a god and acting mysteriously?
Zheng Dafeng glanced out of the corner of his eye at the young Daoist priest by the house door who was winking at him. He continued, “Language is just a tool to help us understand this world, like the hoe in the hands of a village farmer or the tow rope dragged by the boatmen on the shore. They are essentially the same. Conversation, learning, and cultivating the Dao all require language. But language cannot fully explain all the ‘Dao’ of heaven and earth, nor does it depict the complete picture of heaven and earth.”
“So, we need to rely on imagination to compensate.”
“After all, sometimes words become obstacles. Hence the saying that what is said is not right, it can only be understood implicitly but not explained, and the idea of a telepathic connection, and a different understanding from the words. Unspeakable sights, indescribable realms, meanings that leave one speechless, flashes of inspiration in an instant… The Dao Ancestor knows best, didn’t he also say he reluctantly named it Dao? Even the Dao Ancestor is like this, what can you do?”
“Earth yellow, sky blue, white. Language is the earth, imagination is the sky. Together, they constitute what we call heaven and earth in our eyes and hearts.”
“Language. Imagination. And the last layer of eggshell is the barrier between the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Realms.”
Hearing this, Zhou Hu was once again impressed by Zheng Dafeng, “One cannot be judged by appearance.”
Zheng Dafeng’s smile was strained.
By the door of the house, Lin Feijing simply listened.
Immortal Official, however, had some new insights, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling.
The Discipline Elder Changming and Zhu Lian descended the steps together. Zheng Dafeng turned around and teased, “Nervous?”
Changming smiled slightly, “Not bad.”
Zheng Dafeng asked curiously, “Where is our lively record-keeping officer?”
Changming said, “He said he accidentally sprained his ankle and went to find some dog skin plaster.”
Zheng Dafeng laughed heartily and waved at Zhu Lian, “Old chef, why aren’t you entertaining guests?”
Zhu Lian said with a smile, “Our paths are different, so we don’t conspire together. We don’t pee in the same pot. I’m not a prostitute, and they don’t pay for prostitution.”
Zheng Dafeng cursed with a smile, “Vulgar!”
Liu Xiang smiled slightly, “Culture is here.”
On the night boat, on the streets of Lingxi City, no one’s mood was light. It was Liu Xianyang’s humorous remarks that prevented the atmosphere from being too heavy.
The red-cheeked girl in the mink hat put her hands on her hips and said rightfully, “The fortune teller said I have the look of a great wife!”
Spending generously, spending frugally, and having abundant wealth. Being a good wife and mother, and managing the household well!
Privately, with the Discipline Elder Changming, Xie Gou was especially obsequious and particularly flattering.
When they met, he called her Sister Lingchun one moment, and then asked, “How about we pick a good time to become sworn siblings?”
Liu Xianyang couldn’t help but ask Xie Gou curiously, was it useful to form a connection with Discipline Elder Changming? Xie Gou answered resolutely, “It’s really useful!”
Xie Gou was very busy in the mountains, and his life was full of anticipation. First, he wanted to become Daoist partners with Xiao Mo. After the banquet, they would immediately have their wedding night. Second, he wanted to become a Fourteenth Realm pure sword cultivator, then consolidate all those Daoist techniques into one furnace, and take another step forward to become a strong Fourteenth Realm. He also wanted to become a high official and move his seat in the ancestral hall of Jise Peak forward, and make a lot of money…
In the western mountains, on the northern road, a group of pampered wealthy young masters and daughters from out of town hired porters and rode in palanquins padded with cotton mattresses, swaying along. They entered the mountains from the state capital, intending to “pretend to pass by” Luopo Mountain. However, a thick fog suddenly rose in the mountains and rivers, and they couldn’t see anything a zhang away. Everyone marveled, only feeling that the immortal energy was ethereal, like a dream. It was indeed Chen Jianxian’s place of enlightenment, truly miraculous!
Throughout the human world, the beautiful mountains and rivers were full of vitality, with billions of living beings. Heaven smiled upon them.
Liu Xiang asked, “The one who spoke last at the corridor bridge back then, saying ‘things don’t exceed three, stop when it’s enough’, was it that person?”
Zheng Juzhong nodded, “Exactly, the Dao Ancestor.”
Lu Shen felt a chill in his heart.
Lu Shen asked with a telepathic message, “Will Huang Zhen’s future Daoist achievements be very high?”
It was already confirmed that Zheng Juzhong borrowed the book from him to deal with Huang Zhen. Zheng Juzhong wanted to ensure that nothing went wrong.
For Zheng Juzhong to mobilize such forces, it must mean that the future Huang Zhen will be extremely difficult to deal with.
Liu Xiang said, “At the bottom of Leize Lake in the Green Netherworld, this person wasted many years. He was already disheartened, but unexpectedly, he stumbled upon an unreasonable great opportunity. As for him progressing step by step and silently becoming a Fourteenth Realm pure sword cultivator, that is secondary.”
Lu Shen sighed endlessly. Fourteenth Realm, and a sword cultivator at that. Could it be that Huang Zhen is Chen Ping’an’s greatest nemesis in the human world?
Liu Xiang smiled, “Is it appropriate to say more of the truth?”
Zheng Juzhong said, “Things have come to this point, there’s nothing that can’t be said.”
Liu Xiang revealed the divine secret in one sentence, “That Huang Zhen’s intentions are deep. Taking advantage of the critical moment when Chen Ping’an was confronting Jiang She, he feigned a sneak attack and kept attacking with his sword. If he stopped there, Huang Zhen wouldn’t be difficult to deal with. He would also pretend to be no match and die. Because Huang Zhen wanted to seek a Sword Liberation from Chen Ping’an to break through the Daoist barrier and thereby enter the Pseudo-Fifteenth Realm. When that moment comes, that will be the real time for Huang Zhen to challenge Chen Ping’an with his sword.”
Lu Shen’s Dao heart trembled. A Pseudo-Fifteenth Realm pure sword cultivator?!
Beyond the heavens.
New Heavenly Court.
She raised her arm and summoned a cypress boat as large as the entire Desolate World, which slowly approached the golden arched bridge. As it docked, the brilliant ripples stirred when the bow touched the long bridge were an astonishing phenomenon in the eyes of the Qintianjian Qi Refiners in the human world.
Zhou Mi watched her board the ship and leave.
In the distance, billions of tiny silver objects were vast and continuous, like some strange existence in the boundless void, traveling far. But she glanced at them sideways, reached out and grabbed a great sun, and casually threw it away, instantly crushing the latter into dust.
On the peak of Ji Ling Peak, Liu Xiang, who had been looking up at the sky, withdrew his gaze and asked, “When are you planning to deliver the sword to kill Huang Zhen?”
Lu Shen’s eyelids twitched slightly. If he had known this earlier, he would have followed the example of Wei Yeyou and found an excuse to go back home.
Liu Xiang asked again, “Do you need to wait until he has a brand new flying sword?”
Difei Mountain, Gao Gu. Her hometown is Difei Mountain in Yingchuan County, Nanshan Kingdom, Ruzhou. The female sword cultivator Gao Qiong. Next to her is Lingjing Guan in Changshe County, where the resident Daoist is Chang Geng, and the young Chen Cong. Xu Mian from Qingni Cave Heaven, who got the characters “Ping’an” when his fortune was told as a teenager. Zhu Lu, who holds resentment. The Sword Qi Great Wall sacrifice official whose real name is Yan Guo, Lin Jiangxian. Yang Qing of Shoushan Pavilion, who is skilled in divination. The Daoist who sent Huang Zhen to the bottom of Leize Lake, Long Dao Ren. Yang Zheng, who is about to travel and enjoy the scenery in Yingchuan County and will have an encounter with that young Daoist priest… They are the peaks of a continuous mountain range.
Yu Dou seemed to have seen this脈络, but for some reason, he did not take action.
Of course, even if Yu Dou had figured it out and taken action, it would not have mattered to Zheng Juzhong.
Liu Xiang was clearly still patiently waiting for the answer.
Zheng Juzhong said, “Now.”