Chapter 163: Qingfeng Pavilion

They didn't get to see the treasures.

Meng Ruyan fully exercised her female shopping hobby, dragging the curious baby Zhang Kaixin to wander the streets.

Meng Ruyan held Zhang Kaixin's hand and walked in front, while Zhang Xingyu carried big and small bags behind them.

Passersby looked at this family of three (fake) and couldn't help but praise.

Passerby A: Look at that family, the man is handsome, the woman is pretty, and the child is so smart.

Passerby B: That woman is really beautiful. That man must have had eight lifetimes of good luck to marry such a beauty.

Passerby C: You don't understand. Beauties love rich second generations. Look at how that man spends money. He bought so many things without even blinking.

At sunset, the three returned to the inn.

Just as they entered the inn, Liu Dahu's rough and heroic voice rang in their ears.

"Junior Sister Meng, Brother Zhang, why are you only back now? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Meng Ruyan's pretty face flushed slightly, and she didn't answer.

"Senior Brother Liu, why are you here?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

"I heard from Junior Sister that you had arrived, so I came over to have a drink with you."

Liu Dahu said while pulling Zhang Xingyu to sit down at the table.

Meng Ruyan greeted Liu Dahu with a blushing face and pulled Zhang Kaixin back to their room.

Liu Dahu brought over the wine pot and poured a full cup for Zhang Xingyu.

"Drinking with Brother Zhang is always a pleasure; this time we won't stop until we're drunk!"

Zhang Xingyu nodded, picked up the wine cup, and drank it in one gulp.

This wine was very spicy, but it was exactly to Liu Dahu's taste.

After a few cups of wine, Liu Dahu began to talk about several major events happening in Aolai City.

The first was the Treasure Appraisal Fair being held in Aolai City; the second was that the Aolai King had issued a decree that if any immortal sect or cultivation family could come up with a way to allow the Seventh Princess to cultivate, they would be willing to give a high-grade magic treasure as a reward.

Zhang Xingyu knew about the first matter. As for the second, it was his first time hearing about it.

"Senior Brother Liu, can't this Seventh Princess cultivate?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

Liu Dahu drank a cup of wine before explaining it in detail to Zhang Xingyu.

It turned out that the Aolai Kingdom was a country where politics and immortality were combined. The Aolai King was the contemporary head of the Xuanyuan clan, the largest cultivation family in the country, and also the leader of the Aolai Kingdom's Immortal Alliance.

The Xuanyuan clan had many talents, with cultivation geniuses in every generation, and countless experts above the Golden Core stage in the family.

The contemporary head of the Xuanyuan clan, Xuanyuan Wu, was a genius among geniuses. He had extraordinary talent and had become a great power at the Soul Formation stage after only a thousand years of cultivation.

Xuanyuan Wu had seven children, and the first six all had good cultivation qualifications. Only the youngest daughter, Xuanyuan Yue, was born without a spiritual root.

It was precisely because of this reason that Xuanyuan Wu and his wife doted on this youngest daughter.

They tried their best to satisfy any request the Seventh Princess had, and they went along with whatever she did.

The greatest wish of Xuanyuan Wu and his wife was for this youngest daughter to be able to cultivate so that she could spend more time with them.

For more than ten years, Xuanyuan Wu and his wife had tried every possible method, but they failed to give the Seventh Princess a spiritual root.

Seeing their daughter growing up day by day, the parents became more anxious every day.

This time, they offered a heavy reward, hoping someone could come up with a solution.

Zhang Xingyu was a bit tempted, but also a bit worried.

He did have a way to give the Seventh Princess a spiritual root.

But were heavy rewards so easy to take?

Back then, he was reckless and showed the Fire Dragon Sword to the Yinghai Immortal Sect, which almost put him in a life-or-death situation.

If it weren't for the reputation of the old dragon Ao Cheng, the Yinghai Sect would have likely torn off their masks and attacked him long ago.

If he obtained another high-grade magic treasure, he feared that even if the Yinghai Immortal Sect didn't make a move, other immortal sects and families would.

Forget it, too many treasures bring trouble, and greed harms people.

He'd better not stick his neck out.

Drinking and chatting.

That night, naturally, they were dead drunk again.

Waking up the next day, Liu Dahu was already waiting outside the door.

This guy, aren't you a patrol envoy of the Immortal Alliance? Why aren't you doing your proper work, and why do you keep dragging me to drink every day?

Seeing Zhang Xingyu come out, Liu Dahu took a stride and pulled Zhang Xingyu out.

"Brother Zhang, my master is here, and he wants to see you."

"Your master wants to see me?"

Zhang Xingyu's heart skipped a beat.

Could this old guy Xuan Ling still be coveting his treasures?

Half an hour later, Zhang Xingyu was dragged by Liu Dahu into a large garden.

From the outside, this garden was about a hundred acres, shrouded in heavy spiritual mist.

Entering the garden, Zhang Xingyu was stunned.

Spiritual mountains, waterfalls, white clouds, cranes, pavilions, and towers.

This wasn't a garden; it was clearly a blessed land.

"Don't look, these were all moved here from elsewhere by the sect, using the technique of hiding mustard seeds in Mount Sumeru."

Liu Dahu explained to Zhang Xingyu while dragging him along.

Passing through the immortal mountains and the cloud bridge, the two arrived in front of an octagonal pavilion.

The pavilion was named Qingfeng Pavilion, and a couplet was engraved on its pillars.

"The clear breeze brushes the face, smiling at the splendor of the human world; the bright moon shines on people coming, enjoying the freedom of the world."

Inside the pavilion, two old Taoists were bowing their heads and playing chess.

One was wearing a purple robe; it was the old Taoist Xuan Ling.

One was wearing a green robe, whom Zhang Xingyu did not recognize.

Behind each of the two old Taoists stood a young man.

Zhang Xingyu recognized the person standing behind the old Taoist Xuan Ling; it was Chen Qingyun.

As for the person standing behind the green-robed old Taoist, Zhang Xingyu felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu arrive, Chen Qingyun glared at him, a look of malice flashing across his face.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu arrive, the young man behind the green-robed old Taoist bowed to him.

Zhang Xingyu was about to return the salute, but Liu Dahu shook his head to signal him to be quiet.

The two stood quietly outside the pavilion waiting.

After half an hour, the green-robed old Taoist suddenly laughed and said: "Old Xuan Ling, let's call it a draw today. Little Friend Zhang has been waiting outside the pavilion for a long time; it would be our fault to keep him waiting any longer."

The old Taoist Xuan Ling laughed lightly: "You old man, you really know how to find excuses. You were clearly about to lose, yet you use Little Friend Zhang as a shield."

He stood up and beckoned to the two waiting outside the pavilion: "Little Friend Zhang, sorry to keep you waiting, please come into the pavilion."

Two old ghosts, keeping me waiting for so long.

Zhang Xingyu muttered to himself and hurriedly entered the pavilion to pay his respects.

After paying respects to the old ghost Xuan Ling, the green-robed old Taoist spoke first: "This poor Taoist is Yuan Xu, the head of the Qingyun Sect. I have long wanted to meet you, firstly to see what kind of hero you are, this young talent from the Southern Toad Continent, and secondly to thank you for saving my son."

After Qingyunzi finished speaking, the young man standing behind him hurriedly bowed deeply to Zhang Xingyu.

"Senior Brother Zhang, my name is Yuan Ji, thank you for saving my life."

Zhang Xingyu repeatedly said there was no need for courtesy.

While returning the salute, he observed.

So this kid was the same pretty boy who was tortured by that old woman at the Peach Blossom Palace Immortal Leaf Workshop? ===== CHAPTER 164 =====