Chapter 224

Sichuan has many strange mountains, towering peaks, and dangerous rivers.

The sky is clear for ten thousand miles, brilliant starlight spreading, reflected on the mirror-like surface of the lake.

All sounds are born in the mountains, one star in the water.

By the lakeside, a figure sat cross-legged on a blue stone, letting the night wind howl, letting the fallen leaves fly; he was like a living dead person, his vitality still there, all thoughts extinguished.

At this moment, strange fragrance even faintly floated around that figure. In the distance, in the dense forest, a colorful tiger's eyes flickered, looking at that figure with incomparable piety, as if guarding him.

"Junior brother, your cultivation has improved again."

Just then, an old voice rang out under the faint moonlight, filled with a trace of emotion and gratification.

Whoosh...

At the same time, the figure sitting cross-legged on the blue stone slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, his whole body seemed to glow with immeasurable brilliance, illuminating the vast dark night.

Fragrance all over the body, the empty room turning white! This is a very high realm of Daoist cultivation, and only those with great supernatural powers will have this phenomenon.

"Reaching this step, even a slight improvement is as difficult as ascending to heaven. No wonder the master said your talent was like a demon's, capable of slaying the geniuses of the world."

Roar...

Suddenly, a tiger's roar rang out, shaking the mountains and forests.

Under the moonlight, an old man in a Daoist robe holding a whisk walked slowly. He was thin, with very high cheekbones, and his appearance was strange and extraordinary. Although he had gray hair and a crane-like face, his eyes were bright and piercing, like a bright lamp in the dark night, shining with a different kind of brilliance.

Behind the tall and thin old Daoist followed a chubby Daoist, his face oily, the center of his eyebrows bright red like fire, just like a single red lamp shining.

"Senior brother Sect Leader, how do you have time to come here today?"

The figure sitting cross-legged on the blue stone spoke. His eyes were faint, but he didn't look at the two people walking toward him; his mind was drawn by the vast deep mountains and great marshes.

Even though the person walking toward him was the current Sect Leader of Mount Qingcheng, the Qianji Daoist, Qianjizi.

"Cui Hanyi..."

Seeing this, the chubby Daoist beside him showed displeasure, just about to speak, but was pressed down by Qianjizi's hand.

"Junior brother, you have guarded the entrance of this 【Demon Village】 for nearly ten years, how much longer will you guard it?" Qianjizi held the whisk and whispered in a deep voice.

"Guard until he comes!" Cui Hanyi said indifferently.

Once these words were out, Qianjizi's gray eyebrows twitched, his expression sinking slightly.

"With only this obsession, it's like entering the demonic path, drifting further and further away from Pure Yang Limitlessness."

"Pure Yang Limitlessness?" Cui Hanyi sneered: "How many seekers of immortality have there been since ancient times, and how many have proven Pure Yang?"

"She is no longer here, so even if I live forever, it's meaningless."

At this point, a look of desolation rose on Cui Hanyi's face, like the desolation of heaven and earth, like the ancient frost.

"You've wasted the master's expectations of you," the chubby Daoist said coldly.

Cui Hanyi remained silent, as if he hadn't heard. He seemed out of place in this world, immersed in the emotions that kept growing and spreading.

Logically speaking, for a Daoist, such intense emotions are not a good thing, and cultivation regression can happen overnight.

However, Cui Hanyi's aura filled the mountains and rivers, as if he were merged with this heaven and this earth, becoming one.

"Your waiting has no end, that person might not come," Qianjizi said in a deep voice.

"He is the number one demon in the world. Back then, the Three-Corpse Daoist brought him out from here. One day, he will return, return to this village of demons..." Cui Hanyi said with incomparable firmness.

At this moment, the chubby Daoist finally knew that the person his brilliant junior brother was waiting for was the number one demon in the world...

The Yan King!!!

"This was her last wish. I want to ask the question in her heart in front of that person," a rare tenderness appeared on Cui Hanyi's face.

"That demon woman Li Linglong, she stained the incense of my Mount Qingcheng, and I don't know how many boats she stepped on in secret. Such a cheap..." the chubby Daoist's eyes narrowed, and he sneered coldly.

Rumble...

Before he finished speaking, the earth shook.

A terrifying aura soared into the sky, like immortal light flowing, like red clouds inextinguishable, actually turning into a huge palm, hanging in the void, slapping toward the chubby Daoist.

"Invincible Immortal-Transforming Hand!?"

The chubby Daoist's expression changed abruptly, and Qianjizi couldn't help but be moved.

That is the supreme Daoist technique of Mount Qingcheng; since the founder, no one has been able to practice it.

At this moment, the starlight filling the sky was crushed, the clear sky for ten thousand miles was cut off, and the mirror-like lake surface rippled with a thousand layers.

The wind was still, the mountains were silent, and no one returned in the misty clouds.

Bang...

The huge palm struck, a loud explosion falling, like thunder from the nine heavens falling into the human world.

The chubby Daoist let out a scream, flying horizontally, smashing into the depths of the dense forest, knocking down one ancient tree after another, stirring up smoke and dust into the sky.

"Junior brother..." Qianjizi watched, his old eyes narrowing violently.

"Senior brother, you should be glad that he came with you today," Cui Hanyi said indifferently: "Otherwise, just because of that sentence, he should have died."

"These ten years, your skills haven't fallen behind at all," Qianjizi said with deep meaning: "You've even practiced the Invincible Immortal-Transforming Hand."

"If it were ten years ago..."

"If it were ten years ago, she wouldn't have died," Cui Hanyi interrupted Qianjizi's words: "Back then, you deliberately led me to Shangjing..."

"I say it was a coincidence, do you believe me?" Qianjizi said indifferently.

"Whether it was a coincidence is no longer important," Cui Hanyi's voice became extremely cold.

"Hanyi, you are ultimately a disciple of our Mount Qingcheng."

"People, carrying too much is a shackle. Walking with shackles, how can one transcend?" Cui Hanyi looked at the vast starry sky and whispered.

Whoosh...

Just then, the chubby Daoist rushed out from the forest. His clothes were torn, his body stained with blood, his face as pale as paper, and the bright red at the center of his eyebrows was about to dissipate.

"Cui Hanyi, you actually used the Invincible Immortal-Transforming Hand against me!?" the chubby Daoist said viciously.

Just that one hand directly knocked him down a realm.

This is the terrifying and mystical nature of this method.

"Chang Tieliu, when the master was alive, I never treated you as a dish. Now that the master has been dead for so many years, can I still tolerate you?"

Cui Hanyi said indifferently: "If you dare to speak nonsense again, go accompany the master."

"You..."

Chang Tieliu's chubby face twitched violently. His eyes flickered, hiding behind Qianjizi, but he didn't dare to say another word.

Because he knew that this madman could do whatever he said.

The most terrifying person in this world is not how high their cultivation is, but having no attachments.

Such a person, once they become ruthless, there is nothing they dare not do.

"Senior brother, if there's nothing else, you should go." Cui Hanyi issued an order to leave. His gaze didn't blink, sweeping over the clear, mirror-like lake water, looking at the endless deep mountains and great marshes.

"Qinglai and Tingzhu, those two little fellows, planted themselves in Yujing City," Qianjizi changed the subject and said suddenly.

He looked up, but Cui Hanyi had no response, as if he hadn't heard.

"They were defeated by a young man."

Qianjizi continued, but Cui Hanyi still had no reaction.

"That young man's name is Zhang Fan."

"Surname Zhang!?" A ripple appeared in Cui Hanyi's calm eyes.

"There is no such person among the juniors of the various Daoist mountains and sects, but the Jiangnan Province Dao Alliance says..."

"He is a disciple of Mount Zhenwu. At a young age, he has already entered Gao Gong, with a boundless future," Qianjizi said with deep meaning.

"Those two little fellows haven't even cultivated to Gao Gong, yet they go down the mountain to lose face." Cui Hanyi spoke.

"Senior brother, why do you even care about such small things!? I'm afraid the incense of Mount Qingcheng is going to be cut off."

"You..." Chang Tieliu's eyes widened, just about to say something, but immediately closed his mouth.

"I naturally won't care about the fighting between juniors, but they lost the 【Black Sword Umbrella】, which is a magic tool of Mount Qingcheng and cannot be left outside," Qianjizi said in a deep voice.

"It's really one generation worse than the next," Cui Hanyi said indifferently.

"You once refined the 【Black Umbrella Sword】 back then. This magic tool was played to perfection in your hands; you should have a way to summon it back," Qianjizi revealed the purpose of this trip. "Senior brother, you should go."

"Huh!?"

"Whoever lost the face, let them find it back," Cui Hanyi said indifferently: "I won't get involved in these rotten things."

"You aren't..." Chang Tieliu couldn't help but say.

"Go."

Qianjizi raised his hand to interrupt, looking deeply at Cui Hanyi.

He knew that the things his junior brother decided could not be moved by ten thousand mountains, and could not be changed no matter what.

The world was vast, the mountains were lonely, and only Cui Hanyi was left by the blue lake. A gentle luster flickered in his hand; it was a jade pendant with the words "Linglong" engraved on it.

He gripped this jade pendant tightly, as if holding the most important treasure in his life.

Reading the original text!

Yujing City, Taoyuan Plaza.

17th floor, Night-Bright.

22:17.

At this time, Zhang Fan had already received news from Sui Chunsheng; the identities of Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu had been confirmed, and they had been released.

After all, they were disciples of Mount Qingcheng.

Mount Qingcheng is one of the ten great Daoist sects in the world, a founding elder of the Dao Alliance, possessing great power of speech.

"Be careful, disciples of Mount Qingcheng are not easy to deal with. You took their magic tool, this grudge is settled, and sooner or later they will come to your door again."

Sui Chunsheng urged on the phone.

"Don't worry, I know," Zhang Fan greeted.

"Daddy's daddy is a monster, daddy's mommy is a monster..."

Just after he hung up the call with Sui Chunsheng, another call came in.

Zhang Fan looked at the caller ID; it was Fang Changle.

"Hello..."

"I heard you encountered trouble in Yujing City?" Fang Changle's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Your news is quite well-informed," Zhang Fan was somewhat surprised.

He was in Yujing City, and it hadn't been three hours since he fought with the Mount Qingcheng disciples, yet Fang Changle had already received wind of it.

"The people from Mount Qingcheng have already been released?" Fang Changle asked.

"Yes!" Zhang Fan gave a light grunt.

"Their hands reach quite far..." Fang Changle's voice carried a trace of coldness.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in two days. This is Jiangnan, not Sichuan..."

"No matter how long their hands are, they can't stir up any waves."

"Tsk tsk, quite domineering," Zhang Fan laughed.

Maoshan and Mount Qingcheng are both among the ten great famous Daoist mountains, but their basic foundations are one in Jiangnan and one in Sichuan.

Fang Changle naturally had such confidence.

Just as Zhang Fan said, a strong dragon doesn't suppress the local snake; no matter how arrogant the disciples of Mount Qingcheng are, they must learn to be low-key when they arrive in Jiangnan Province.

"This is our own place, don't be cowardly. If something happens, I'll cover for you," Fang Changle said without any scruples.

Compared to the older generation, the drive of the younger generation is flourishing, and their blood has not yet been restrained.

Precisely because of this, the alternation of every era is both a contest between young people and a collision between the young and the veteran factions.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, and I'm not a person who causes trouble," Zhang Fan laughed lightly.

"..."

"Do as you see fit, but be careful. Mount Qingcheng has a long history; if they really have any methods, they are hard to guard against," Fang Changle reminded.

"I understand."

Zhang Fan nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and hung up the phone.

Now, Fang Changle could be considered completely bound to the same boat as him.

Just like the plan set by Zhao Jiexuan, to win over and recruit the successors of the ten great Daoist sects as much as possible.

Fang Changle of Maoshan, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang brothers of Mount Laojun, Xia Weisheng of Mount Zhenwu...

The forces around Zhang Fan were also growing larger and larger.

Hum...

Just then, the sound of a door being pushed attracted Zhang Fan's gaze.

Under the faint light, Yu Fu walked into the office.

"You're still at the company?" Yu Fu was stunned when he saw Zhang Fan.

"I'm waiting for you."

Zhang Fan looked at Yu Fu with deep meaning.

"Old Yu, shouldn't you also give me an explanation?"

Yu Fu was silent for a moment, then said: "I know, making you provoke Mount Qingcheng for no reason is trouble."

"Since I joined Night-Bright, I have been taken care of by everyone. Saying such things is being a stranger."

"Besides, those two little nobodies don't count as trouble," Zhang Fan shook his head.

"You don't understand... the trouble is still to come."

Yu Fu's expression was solemn. He walked to the fish tank in the company's feng shui position and slowly reached out, covering the glass wall of the fish tank.

Just then, Zhang Fan saw a layer of fine, dense scales growing on Old Yu's arm, and the fish in the fish tank all surged over, hovering around Old Yu's hand.

"I am a demon..."

A simple sentence, there wasn't too much surprise, but coming from Old Yu's mouth, it still left Zhang Fan not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I was originally just a river carp in the Linqu River in Sichuan," Yu Fu's face had no emotion, but his eyes carried a trace of reminiscence.

"The world is very big, with billions of living creatures, and those who can become spirits are all destined by Heaven," Yu Fu sighed faintly: "Not to mention those who can become demons..."

"Originally, I didn't have such blessings. Perhaps like other river carp, I would become a dish on a human table."

Speaking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Yu Fu's face, a smile that carried a trace of coldness.

"That year, I had just sprouted a little bit of intelligence when I was caught in a net by a fisherman making a living on the water..."

At dawn, vendors from nearby fish farms came to the riverside to select goods.

"I was thrown into a wooden basin, waiting for passing merchants to pick me."

"Fate seemed to have been written to the end, but just then... a man passed by, spent fifteen yuan, and bought me away..."

At this point, Yu Fu paused slightly, his face filled with gratitude.

"To this day, I still remember his appearance, a very spirited young man, wearing a black jacket, wearing black sunglasses..."

"No braised, no steamed... he released me."

Zhang Fan didn't speak, just listened quietly.

"He said I had three noble auras on me, not in the present, but in the future..."

"That person is a Daoist? Three noble auras? What does that mean?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"It means that in the distant future, I will meet three noble people, and my fate will be different because of them," Yu Fu whispered.

"Who is this person? Actually able to peek into the secrets of Heaven and see the void and distant future?" Zhang Fan was quite surprised.

Such cultivation could be considered something even ghosts and gods fear.

Yu Fu was expressionless, looking at Zhang Fan, whispering faintly.

"He said... his name is Yan King!"

(End of Chapter)