Chapter 179: If you meet Yellow Millet, take a detour; lead him to interest, then

At the foot of Dafanyin Temple.

Most of the most outstanding young experts in the Jianghu were here. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth carrying a sword box was controlling five flying swords to fight a seventeen or eighteen-year-old white-clothed young monk.

This young monk had an extremely handsome appearance and an aloof and detached temperament. Because there was a bewitching yet exquisite red mark between his eyebrows, he gave people a sense of evil strangeness.

Besides the tall and warm youth Wuchan of Hanshui Temple, there was also a steady and introverted youth in his twenties, who was from the Tang Sect and was now a disciple of the Wine Immortal of Snow Moon City, Tang Lian.

In addition, there were two youths and a heroic girl holding a spear.

One was seventeen or eighteen, dressed in red, with a strong build and a handsome face. His gentle beauty radiated masculine energy, and his temperament was as innocent as a child.

One was eighteen or nineteen, dressed in brocade, with a slender and straight build, exquisite features, and a fair and handsome appearance, exuding a deep and gloomy temperament from the inside out.

The girl holding the spear had fair skin and beautiful features, a thin waist and long legs, and her eyebrows were fresh and elegant yet lively, like a fresh and cute neighbor girl.

The three were Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo, the daughter of the Third City Lord of Snow Moon City.

At this time, three Daoists came riding donkeys, attracting the attention of the onlookers. Their hearts couldn't help but tighten, fearing it was some enemy. However, they saw a young green-robed Daoist riding a donkey backward, lying leisurely on the donkey's back, and saying nonchalantly:

"Look, they are all about the same age. Others are already at the peak of the Free and Unfettered Earth Realm, just one step away from entering the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm."

"You two are only in the Diamond Mortal Realm, truly losing face for our Wangcheng Mountain. You must know that your master and Martial Granduncle broke into the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm at sixteen and became Purple-Robed Heavenly Masters."

The little Daoist with a slightly round figure said aggrievedly:

"Martial Granduncle, I am only nine years old."

The other delicate little Daoist also said:

"Martial Uncle, my master said I have the aptitude of a late bloomer, and that contending for a moment is not as good as contending for a lifetime."

The few people not far away were inexplicably stunned. Although they hadn't seen his face, they could tell that the person saying these words of anger at their lack of progress was only sixteen or seventeen years old, yet he was the elder of the other two Daoists.

"He dares to say it, and you dare to believe it?" The young green-robed Daoist sighed:

"Aren't you afraid that your master said that on purpose to comfort you?"

Li Fansong replied hesitantly:

"If these words were said by Martial Uncle, I wouldn't dare to believe them. Since they came from Master's mouth, they must be true."

"Feixuan, don't learn from your unpromising Little Martial Uncle in the future. You must win a breath for our Wangcheng Mountain."

"Martial Granduncle, according to your words, I am still a child," Feixuan said with a look of helplessness.

While the young green-robed Daoist was chatting and rambling with the two juniors, the evil young monk not far away seemed to be injured, standing with his eyes lowered, waiting for the flying swords to attack.

When Lei Wujie saw this, he rushed over without thinking, blocking in front of him with his body. Fortunately, the flying swords stopped, otherwise, there would be more holes in his body.

"If you don't use a sword to block, you use flesh to block; you really are a fool."

The evil young monk knelt on one knee, supporting himself, and said weakly.

"Indeed a fool, but this sentiment is worthy of admiration," the youth controlling the swords said, leaning on the sword box that was about the same height as him.

A group of elite disciples of Wushuang City stood in the distance, and the leader frowned:

"Wushuang, why don't you continue?"

"I've had my fill, so I don't want to fight anymore." The youth withdrew the flying swords back into the sword box.

After the leader heard this, he immediately said to the disciples behind him:

"Everyone together, bring Wuxin back to Wushuang City for me."

Before Lei Wujie could make a move, a black-gold spear broke through the air. With the roar of a dragon and a tiger, the spear was inserted into the ground, and the mighty Qi momentum caused the Wushuang City disciples to retreat more than ten zhang.

A middle-aged man in white, with an indifferent expression and a bit of a scholarly air, landed on the black-gold spear.

Xiao Se said softly:

"Lei Wujie, you don't like listening to Jianghu stories. The top-tier experts you have seen before, like the Wind and Snow Sword Shen Jingzhou and the Shattering Void Blade Wang Rensun, cannot compare to him."

"He is the number one spear user in the world, Sikong Changfeng, known as the Spear Immortal."

When Lei Wujie heard this, he was so excited that he couldn't say anything, as if he couldn't believe that a legendary existence had been encountered by him just like that.

"Lu Yudi has seen the Spear Immortal," the leader of Wushuang City stepped forward to pay his respects quite sensibly.

"Is it necessary to make such a big fuss over a hostage?" Sikong Changfeng said calmly:

"Go back and tell those old men of Wushuang City that if they really think that catching a child can overturn the entire Jianghu, then don't talk about being unparalleled in the world; in my opinion, Wushuang City doesn't need to be called that either."

Lu Yudi, seeing that the situation was stronger than the person, showed an expression of daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

"Also, it is rare for Wushuang City to find a piece of good jade; don't carve it with a pig-slaughtering knife."

As Sikong Changfeng said this, the young green-robed Daoist not far away stood up and smiled:

"Exactly. Although Wushuang City's sword control technique is easy first and difficult later, even this kid named Wushuang may not be able to break into the Wandering God Mysterious Realm, but being able to control the Wushuang Sword Box and achieve the name of Wushuang Sword Immortal is already extraordinary."

"After all, the successors of sword and Dao of our generation on Wangcheng Mountain may not be able to break through to the Wandering God Mysterious Realm, at most reaching the half-step Wandering God realm."

As soon as these words came out, most people felt that the young green-robed Daoist's tone was terrifyingly big.

Sikong Changfeng looked deeply at the young green-robed Daoist, leaped to the ground, and sighed inexplicably:

"Although I have never seen you, thanks to Dongjun and Hanyi, I am more familiar with you than most people in the world."

"I can't imagine that one day, you would take the initiative to descend the mountain and enter the world."

Lei Wujie whispered to Xiao Se beside him:

"Who is this person, to be treated like this by the Spear Immortal?"

He suddenly realized and opened his mouth with excitement:

"I just heard he is from Wangcheng Mountain. Could it be the Dao Sword Immortal among the Five Great Sword Immortals of the world?"

Xiao Se replied:

"Many people in the Jianghu today don't know that the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen has a twin brother. He is Zhao Haizhen, known as the Yellow Millet Immortal."

"My master Lei Hong did say that there is a Yellow Millet Immortal on Wangcheng Mountain, but isn't he a literary Daoist?" Lei Wujie asked suspiciously.

"Interesting, most of the people present today are descendants of old acquaintances." The young green-robed Daoist looked at Xiao Se:

"This poor Daoist would like to hear how your master Ji Ruofeng, who dealt a heavy blow to his ancestors, recorded my affairs in the Baixiao Hall."

Although Xiao Se didn't understand his meaning, he still spoke calmly:

"Zhao Haizhen, at the age of nine, brewed the Yellow Millet Wine of the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns, and coupled with the high and subtle ability to calculate the past, present, and future of people, he became famous throughout the world, earning the name of Yellow Millet Little Immortal."

"The saying 'A dream of yellow millet gets drunk for a thousand autumns, a word of truth realizes three lives' led countless people to Wangcheng Mountain to burn incense."

"The event that truly made him famous throughout the world was when he participated in the Jixia Academy exam at the age of eleven. During the preliminary exam, he said, 'My words are the words of heaven, my power is the power of heaven,' and thus his words became law, causing a torrential rain to fall in the clear-skied Tianqi City within a hundred breaths."

"Since then, he became famous in Tianqi and was called the Little Heavenly Master."

"However, the world only thought that this heavy rain was because Zhao Haizhen's divination had reached a state of perfection and was calculated accurately, not knowing that he was a natural Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm expert."

"The sudden heavy rain was actually created by his thoughts."

Everyone was dumbfounded, even Wuxin couldn't help but be extremely surprised, not expecting that the previous generation hid such an existence.

"The number one person in the world at the time, Mr. Li of the Academy, once said this: 'If Zhao Haizhen has the intention, he will definitely be able to enter the Wandering God Mysterious Realm in one step.'"

The people present instantly looked at the slightly lazy young green-robed Daoist with incredulous expressions.

Li Fansong and Feixuan were also like this. Although they knew this person was extraordinary, they didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

"Then why is he not famous in the Jianghu?" Lei Wujie asked with extreme curiosity.

"I once read this passage: 'If you meet Yellow Millet, take a detour; lead him to interest, the consequences are unpredictable.'"

Xiao Se said with slight confusion:

"Someone told me that the whole world should be glad that this Yellow Millet Immortal is not interested in red dust affairs; otherwise, the disaster he would cause would be even greater than that of the Demon Sect leader Ye Dingzhi."

"Little Brother Sikong, is Ji Ruofeng's arrangement of this poor Daoist too much?" the young green-robed Daoist said lazily:

"I am a literary Daoist who cannot even truss a chicken, yet he describes me like a great demon who is evil to the core. I feel he is going to suffer some heavenly punishment."

As the words fell, a bolt of thunder flashed in the sky, striking more than ten miles away, followed by seven bolts of heavenly thunder, and a faint cry of pain could be heard.

Immediately, the field was silent, and everyone looked at the young green-robed Daoist inexplicably.

"Why look at this poor Daoist? It's just a coincidence. Maybe someone was fighting with thunder over there."

"Furthermore, Ji Ruofeng is always elusive. Who knows where he is? It couldn't possibly be where the thunder struck."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 180 =====