Chapter 272: God-Demon Guide, Taiyi Sword! Golden Toad Holding Pearl Formation

Qinxi Province.

Mount Zhongnan, Louguantai.

One of the top ten famous Daoist mountains in the world, its pulse starts from Kunlun and its tail connects to Mount Song. It is beautiful and magnificent, and its Louguantai is known as the number one blessed land in the world.

Back then, Yin Xi built a grass tower here. When Laozi went west out of Hangu Pass, he taught the five-thousand-word Dao De Jing here. From then on, Mount Zhongnan Louguantai was regarded as a sacred place of the Daoist gate, known as the Immortal Capital.

As a 5A-level scenic spot, Louguantai is open to tourists, but the back mountain area is a forbidden place of Mount Zhongnan, and even ordinary disciples cannot easily set foot there on weekdays.

"Senior Brother Gu, this matter absolutely cannot be let go. If it spreads, where will the face of our Mount Zhongnan be?"

In front of Louguantai, a young Daoist priest looked toward the back mountain, his voice heavy, his eyes like frost, and there was a cold wound on his cheek, seemingly a new wound, with the bruised blood not yet dissipated.

"Of course it cannot be let go, but you shouldn't belittle yourselves. It is normal to be defeated by that person," Gu Chuanyin said solemnly.

He held a string of prayer beads in his hand, his fingers constantly flicking, and his eyes, like stars, were as calm as water.

As an expert of Mount Zhongnan, his ability to cultivate his spirit was much deeper than these junior brothers and sisters. Even though he had just suffered a crushing defeat, he was not anxious or impatient.

"Senior Brother Gu, can you see the origin of that person?" Ma De covered the wound on his face and asked solemnly.

He had cultivated on Mount Zhongnan for nearly twenty years and had already been promoted to the "Regional Military Commissioner" realm, only one step away from "Gao Gong." Yet in front of that person, he couldn't even block a single look from the other party.

Such cultivation, thinking about it now, still made people shudder.

"He seems to be using the Daoist methods of Mount Laojun," Gu Chuanyin thought slightly.

As a Gao Gong expert, having suffered a crushing defeat, he couldn't even tell the origin of the other party, which showed that the gap between them was like a chasm that could not be crossed.

"That treasure land is the 'Golden Toad Holding Pearl' formation. After a thousand years, heaven knows what treasure will be nurtured inside. Since it is within the territory of Qinxi Province, it is destined to be with our Mount Zhongnan and absolutely cannot fall into the hands of others," Gu Chuanyin said solemnly.

The reason he clashed with that person was because both sides discovered that treasure land hidden in the deep mountains and marshes at the same time. As the traces appeared, it finally showed clues in these years.

Unfortunately, his cultivation was not enough to hold the other party, and now he could only return to look for help.

"If that person is really a descendant of Mount Laojun..."

Gu Chuanyin subconsciously looked toward Louguantai. If the other party was really a descendant of Mount Laojun, he was inferior in skill, and if he invited the elders to come forward, it would be losing both people and formation. But even if he invited experts of the same generation, it seemed there was still a tiny bit of...

"Gu Chuanyin..."

Just then, a soft call came from afar, pulling Gu Chuanyin's thoughts back.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a woman, dressed in a Daoist robe, arriving gracefully. Her figure was like flowing wind, and in the blink of an eye, she was close.

The woman had red lips and white teeth, her brows were dashing, and her figure was even more exquisite under the wide Daoist robe.

"Meng Qingli!?" Gu Chuanyin's gaze sank.

"I heard you had a fight with someone outside and suffered a crushing defeat. Now that you've returned, are you looking for An Wuyang to stand up for you?" Meng Qingli said with a light smile.

"How did you know?" Gu Chuanyin's expression changed drastically, subconsciously looking at Ma De beside him.

"Senior brother, it wasn't me who said it, maybe it was Aoye," Ma De hurriedly explained.

That time, only he, Gu Chuanyin, and Aoye were there.

"Gu Chuanyin, you don't need to ask, and you don't need to wait. An Wuyang will not stand up for you," Meng Qingli said lightly.

"Why?" Gu Chuanyin's brows furrowed, coldly.

An Wuyang was a descendant of Mount Zhongnan, on par with Xia Weisheng of Mount Zhenwu and Xu Jinhuan of Mount Qingcheng. His talent was so high that he was even known as the "Little Chongyang."

Since Gu Chuanyin entered the sect, he had been by An Wuyang's side, and their relationship was extraordinary.

"Do you know what kind of person defeated you?" Meng Qingli asked instead of answering.

"What kind of person?"

"You don't even know who the other party is, yet you dare to return and ask An Wuyang to come forward?" Meng Qingli sneered.

"To tell you the truth, that is a descendant of Mount Laojun."

"A descendant of Mount Laojun?" Gu Chuanyin's expression changed drastically, and the figure of that young man appeared in his mind.

"Qi Delong or Qi Dongqiang?"

"The two brothers are one person," Meng Qingli said lightly.

Once these words were spoken, Gu Chuanyin and Ma De revealed a look of doubt.

"You should know that kings do not see kings. As descendants of various families, if they fight, it is a struggle of Daoist orthodoxy, involving luck and incense," Meng Qingli said solemnly.

"An Wuyang, that kind of character, if he knew, how could he mess around with you?"

Meng Qingli's beautiful eyes condensed slightly, subconsciously looking toward the back mountain, whispering: "What's more, he is currently in seclusion, accepting the guidance of Uncle Ye. I'm afraid he won't come out of seclusion in a short time."

"That kid is actually a descendant of Mount Laojun, no wonder... no wonder..." Ma De whispered, the look that made him fearful still lingering in his mind.

"Is it just going to be let go like this?" Gu Chuanyin's expression was complex.

To tell the truth, he didn't want to borrow the power of others, and even if he did, he only wanted to borrow An Wuyang's hand. But now, this situation made him unwilling to give up.

"I'll go with you."

Just then, Meng Qingli's voice sounded again, pulling Gu Chuanyin's thoughts out of extreme entanglement.

"You?" Gu Chuanyin looked up suddenly, revealing a strange expression.

"Rest assured, I know the treasure land you found is nothing more than the birth of a strange treasure. I won't compete with you," Meng Qingli said lightly.

"You don't even put a natural strange treasure in your eyes, then what are you after?" Gu Chuanyin said with a strange expression.

"I just want to meet the descendant of Mount Laojun and see who is higher and who is lower."

As she spoke, Meng Qingli looked up toward the depths of the back mountain of Louguantai.

"You are not An Wuyang's opponent. In the whole world, only Li Changgeng of Bai He Guan is qualified to be An Wuyang's opponent," Gu Chuanyin shook his head. He had absolute confidence and blind worship for An Wuyang.

"Say whatever you want. One sentence, is it a deal?" Meng Qingli didn't want to argue with him and was straightforward.

"Alright, I'll see how much ability you have," Gu Chuanyin said solemnly.

He naturally knew Meng Qingli's thoughts. This woman was not only deeply cultivated but also had amazing spirit. Cooperating with her was equivalent to asking her to witness, so that An Wuyang would know her power, without any concealment.

"Let's go, let's meet that descendant of Mount Laojun." Meng Qingli waved her hand, and the group went down Louguantai. After walking just a few steps, she paused leisurely and turned to look toward the depths of the back mountain of Louguantai.

"An Wuyang..."

Meng Qingli whispered, her feet tapping lightly, like a gust of wind billowing forward.

At this time, the back mountain of Louguantai.

"Taiyi is the name of the supreme, refining Qi and containing truth, heaven produces water..."

The faint whisper was like the melodious ringing of an ancient bell, deafening, echoing between the stone forests of the back mountain.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a large blue stone. The cold wind of midwinter had not yet dissipated, but he was only wearing a single garment, barefoot, and the white hair at his temples swayed with the wind.

Ye Beichen, the youngest Three Tian Shi of Mount Zhongnan, along with Liu Liu Nan Xu of Mount Zhenwu, one north and one south, known as the "Double Heavens," had long since ranked among the great experts of the world.

Such a brilliant and talented figure had been sitting in the back mountain of this Louguantai for ten full years.

"Wuyang, this 'Taiyi Sword' move just now was created by my ten years of realization. Cultivate it well. If you achieve something, you will surely be able to shine in this Daoist gate," Ye Beichen said lightly.

At this moment, a young man sat cross-legged in front of him, dressed in Daoist robes, his long hair loose and not combed into a bun, his features distinct, his brows delicate, especially deep in his eyes, as if a wisp of nobility was naturally hidden. An Wuyang, descendant of Mount Zhongnan.

"Taiyi Sword... Uncle, this Daoist method doesn't seem to be the foundation of our Mount Zhongnan."

An Wuyang recalled the mystery of that Daoist sword just now. It was entirely driven by the Nascent Soul, True Yang transforming into Qi, Qi forming a sword, containing an extremely domineering aura, not like the authentic Xuan Sect transmission of Mount Zhongnan.

"You are indeed gifted," Ye Beichen nodded, revealing a look of appreciation.

"This move was created by my ten years of painstaking effort. Back then, I encountered a strong enemy and suffered a calamity, only then did I have such an opportunity."

"Strong enemy?" An Wuyang's heart moved.

He knew that his uncle had been low-key for ten years and had never taken half a step out of this Louguantai. But the name of Ye Beichen, Ye Three Tian Shi of Mount Zhongnan, had long moved the world. What kind of character was the strong enemy in the mouth of such an existence?

"Uncle, what kind of strong enemy could make you encounter a great calamity?" An Wuyang pressed.

"Calling it a great enemy, it was just a good-for-nothing who couldn't even protect his wife and children," Ye Beichen said coldly, a look of disgust rising in his eyes.

"Hmm?" An Wuyang was stunned, revealing a look of doubt.

"World's most ferocious, God-Demon Holy Fetus." Ye Beichen said solemnly.

!

"Nine Great Inner Alchemy Methods!?" An Wuyang's gaze condensed, revealing a strange expression.

"I encountered a great calamity back then, but it was a blessing in disguise. Using the God-Demon as a guide, I created the Taiyi Sword..." Ye Beichen said coldly.

"I created this method to restrain the God-Demon Holy Fetus..."

"One day, I want to see if it is the God-Demon that is most ferocious, or my Taiyi that is invincible." A cold light flashed in Ye Beichen's eyes.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus... is it the Great Lingzong King that Bai He Guan has been hunting down?" An Wuyang whispered solemnly.

As a descendant of Mount Zhongnan, he also knew a thing or two about the movements of Bai He Guan in Shangjing.

He knew that recently, Bai He Guan had encountered an extremely difficult opponent. The battle on Mount Ailao had caused heavy losses, and even a Three Tian Shi-level expert had died.

"Wuyang, in terms of talent, no one in our Mount Zhongnan has been able to surpass you in the last hundred years. Although you have never seen the God-Demon Holy Fetus, you have the hope of cultivating this Daoist method..."

"Once the Taiyi Sword is formed, it can slay gods and demons. Realize it well," Ye Beichen said lightly.

"Yes, Uncle."

An Wuyang slowly closed his eyes and entered meditation in an instant. His True Yang boiled, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a mass of Qi, mysterious and profound, difficult to describe in words.

Ye Beichen's expression was a bit trance-like: "Zhang Lingzong, you didn't die... you just didn't die... how could you not die..."

"The one who shouldn't have died was her..."

Ye Beichen whispered, his voice like a thread, barely audible. His right hand tightly held a jade pendant, as if holding the most important treasure in his life. On that jade pendant, the two characters "Linglong" were clearly engraved.

Just past noon.

Zhang Fan followed the two brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang to a mountain wilderness more than eighty kilometers west of Chang'an City.

"There's actually an ox cart here?"

Zhang Fan sat on the ox cart, looking at the undulating mountains around him, and couldn't help but say.

"In this place of Chang'an, you can dig up ancient tombs just by building a subway. Almost all the large and small hills nearby can be used as tourist attractions. This is a feature," Qi Dongqiang whispered.

"This ox cart ride isn't free, 120 for forty-five minutes."

"What?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened. This was more expensive than a taxi.

"Grandpa, we're here."

Just then, Qi Dongqiang raised his hand, and the grandpa driving the cart in front waved his whip: "Metered timing, forty-five minutes, less than an hour counts as an hour."

"240."

"This money is too easy to earn," Zhang Fan looked at Qi Dongqiang scanning the code for 240, and couldn't help but mutter.

He even wanted to rent two ox carts and let the two brothers Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingchui drive them to earn money.

"The hills here haven't been developed. Everyone is in the city looking at the Terracotta Warriors, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the Datang Ever-Bright City... on weekdays, only hikers occasionally come over..." Qi Dongqiang sent the grandpa away and whispered.

"People rarely do business, so they have to earn a big sum."

"You really empathize with him," Zhang Fan glanced at him: "Where is the place you mentioned?"

"It's that mountain in front."

Just then, Qi Delong's voice sounded, pointing to a hill not far away.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan's Nascent Soul left his body slightly, looking into the distance. He saw the hill in front like a big toad, with extensions on all four sides, like the toad had stretched out its legs, and its belly was bulging high, even exceeding the top of its head.

"This is the Golden Toad Holding Pearl formation!?" Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"Correct..." Qi Delong nodded.

There is a formation in geomancy called the Golden Toad Spitting Pearl. The land where the Shanghai grandfather is located is such a formation. Wherever the Golden Toad spits a pearl, there must be treasure energy, wealth for a hundred miles, and prosperity for generations.

The Golden Toad Holding Pearl formation is just the opposite. The Golden Toad is like hibernating, condensing the thousands of treasure energies in its belly, like forming a pearl. After thousands of years of nurturing, it has extraordinary creation.

"This toad was originally hibernating in the cave? An earthquake happened not long ago, collapsing the mountain next to it, exposing it," Qi Delong said solemnly.

"No wonder it hasn't been discovered for so many years," Zhang Fan suddenly realized.

"This is luck, and also fate," Qi Dongqiang grinned.

"It's too early to say that," Qi Delong scolded.

Natural Spirit Fetus, if such a thing is really nurtured, I'm afraid it will be blood flowing like a river, with calamities one after another.

At this time, even Qi Delong didn't dare to be careless.

Ding-a-ling... Ding-a-ling...

Just then, a sound of ox bells came from behind, and another ox cart drove slowly.

"Who said business is light on weekdays? Isn't someone coming again?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways and said.

"Let's go." Qi Delong greeted.

Zhang Fan nodded and followed the Qi brothers toward the deep mountain that towered into the clouds.

"Grandpa, stop here."

Just then, in the haystack on the ox cart, a figure slowly stood up.

"120," the grandpa turned back and said.

"Grandpa, I only have 1,000 yuan on me."

As he spoke, the man took out a 1,000-yuan bill from his bosom and handed it over.

"What kind of money is this? Never seen it," the grandpa took it.

"Money from the little days, grandpa, no need to look for change," the man whispered.

"1,000 yuan, and foreign currency, what a good person," the grandpa was overjoyed, happily stuffing the thousand-yuan bill into his pocket.

"Young man, there aren't many kind-hearted people like you in this day and age," the grandpa praised: "What is your name? Grandpa sees that I have fate with you..."

"My name is Zhang Wang!" The young man grinned and smiled.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 273 =====

"Young man, there aren't many people as kind-hearted as you these days," the old man praised, "What's your name? I feel a connection with you..."

"My name is Zhang Wang!" the young man grinned and chuckled.

(End of chapter)