Chapter 399: Master of Huishan, Yu Liancheng, Pays Respects to the Mountain

Zhao Ningyun fell into the water, thrashing about incessantly, water splashing everywhere, looking just like a drowning dog.

The scholars and refined gentlemen visiting Longhu Mountain revealed looks of astonishment.

This was Longhu Mountain, yet someone actually dared to cause trouble here.

A hint of a smile rose to the corner of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mouth, but looking at the struggling and increasingly weak Zhao Ningyun, she could not help but frown: "Should we save him first? If he really dies, we won't be able to avoid trouble on this trip."

Yu Liancheng looked up toward the woods and smiled calmly: "No need, someone is already here."

Sure enough, a middle-aged Daoist wearing a yellow robe appeared in mid-air, his expression calm and unruffled. He tapped his toes on the surface of the river, his left hand behind his back, and with a casual lift of his right hand, he hoisted Zhao Ningyun up and darted to the other bank.

The crowd on the bank could not help but clap and cheer. This Daoist's light-body technique was extremely brilliant; carrying a living person weighing over a hundred catties seemed to be of no weight at all, his posture elegant, just like an immortal.

This middle-aged Daoist's appearance was very similar to Zhao Ningyun's, only with a bit more gravity and solemnity.

The Daoist slapped Zhao Ningyun on the back, causing the latter to spit out water with a "wa," his blurred consciousness gradually clearing.

The middle-aged Daoist frowned and asked: "What is going on?"

"Child greets Father." Zhao Ningyun hurriedly cupped his hands, his tone filled with respect mixed with a trace of awe. He then glared hatefully at the three people with Yu Liancheng before recounting everything that had happened one by one.

He said that most of it was fact, only adding a bit of embellishment.

It turned into him intentionally leading the three to tour the scenery of Longhu Mountain, but they were not only ungrateful but also wanted to forcibly demand the spiritual object "Flood Dragon Salamander." After being refused by him, they were shamed into anger and took advantage of his lack of preparation to push him into the water, and then the previous scene occurred.

Zhao Jingchen, who nominally held the "Jing" character, naturally understood his son. Although he had extraordinary spiritual energy, he was mischievous by nature, so it would be a miracle if this story were eighty percent true.

There was no need to dwell on the truth for now; Zhao Ningyun was his son after all, and this was the territory of Longhu Mountain. If he did not give the other party a lesson, it would be an insult to this yellow Daoist robe he wore.

As his thoughts turned, Zhao Jingchen had already made a plan. He looked at the three people with Yu Liancheng, his voice cold and authoritative: "Longhu Mountain has the rules of Longhu Mountain. Since the three of you have caused trouble on Longhu Mountain, you must act according to the rules. All of you, come over here."

Seeing the elegant and refined Zhao Jingchen flick his yellow robe, his sleeves filled with internal energy, they fluttered slowly, flying out like flowing clouds.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng hurriedly warned: "Be careful, this is the Green Dragon Draws Water of Longhu Mountain."

That sleeve seemed to transform into a green dragon, opening its mouth wide and generating an incomparable suction force, as if it wanted to draw the entire Qinglong Creek into the sleeve.

Yu Liancheng could not help himself, and like rootless catkins, he was cast toward Zhao Jingchen's sleeve.

A trace of complacency appeared in Zhao Jingchen's expression, but seeing that Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Murong Wuzhu showed no signs of worry, his heart skipped a beat.

Before he could think further, the other party's figure suddenly became blurred and abruptly appeared behind him.

"Green Dragon Draws Water? You lot go drink some water."

Yu Liancheng kicked Zhao Jingchen and Zhao Ningyun on the buttocks with a "bang" and a "bang," kicking them into the water, and incidentally sealed their meridians and True Qi just as before, leaving them thrashing about.

Not bothering to pay attention to the father and son, Yu Liancheng looked into the distance at the mountain range. The peaks were like pillars, the momentum majestic, and he did not know if they were several hundred or several thousand zhang high, the summits even hidden in the clouds and mist.

Yu Liancheng stomped his foot, the ground roared and cracked, and his whole body shot into the air, straight into the clouds.

Immediately after, the entire Longhu Mountain heard a voice coming from the distant horizon, filled with a vast and ancient feeling, as if it had come from the primordial era.

"Master of Huishan, Yu Liancheng, comes to pay his respects to the mountain."

This voice was like a thunderclap from beyond the nine heavens, and also like the roar of dragons and tigers sweeping in together. It was even more filled with ethereal agility, the sound traveling for ten miles, as if celestial music had entered the ears, shaking people's souls.

The clouds and mist of Longhu Mountain were shaken and scattered, revealing the original scenery. The rolling, churning river was also splashed with countless waves.

The crowd of Daoists on Longhu Mountain were even more stunned, their minds stopping for a split second; those with insufficient cultivation even saw stars and swayed unsteadily.

A mere long roar actually seemed to have the power to change the color of heaven and earth.

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Celestial Master Mansion.

West side of the Jade Emperor Hall.

A northern corridor lined with ancient steles.

One large green jade stele stood alone in the forest of steles, reaching three zhang in height, inscribed with the four characters "Purple Heaven Blessed Land." It is rumored that it forms a mother-son stele pair with the "Enjoying Earthly Blessings Alone" on Guniu Dagang of Huishan.

A Daoist wearing a noble, pure yellow Daoist robe was on the mountaintop, looking toward the direction of Qinglong Creek below. His face was slightly sunken, and a sharpness inconsistent with his age flashed in his eyes.

Standing beside him were three elderly Daoists, each with distinctive attire.

The eldest had hair like snow, wore sandals and clean socks, and was dressed in an ordinary fish-belly colored Daoist robe, which was not particularly striking, but he wore a refined alchemist's crane cloak, giving him a somewhat transcendent, long-lived air.

The next in age was a slovenly old Daoist in a thick, blue cloth cotton robe covered in stains, with thick-soled warm shoes on his feet and leggings wrapped around his face; he appeared to have nothing peculiar about him.

The remaining one wore a pure yellow inner robe covered by a purple-yellow gown, magnificent and noble to the extreme, and possessed an indescribable sense of majesty.

The direct descendants of the Celestial Master Mansion's Grandmasters could wear yellow; the father and son Zhao Jingchen and Zhao Ningyun were such people. The few noble True Men of Longhu Mountain could wear purple, such as the White Lotus Master who was highly praised by the Emperor. And the only Daoist who could wear both yellow and purple was the Daoist sect leader, Zhao Danxia.

These four were Zhao Danping, who was skilled in writing heroic green-paper prayers.

Zhao Xiyi, who had spent most of his life in seclusion breaking through.

Zhao Xituan, who was exceptionally talented but had a detached nature.

And the leader of the Daoist sect, the Feathered Minister and Prime Minister, Zhao Danxia.

The Four Great Heavenly Masters of the Celestial Master Mansion had finally gathered together.

Huishan and Longhu Mountain had always been in opposition; they appeared harmonious, but Jianzhou was only so big, and there were more or less conflicts of interest.

After the news of the changes at Huishan arrived, these four Heavenly Masters had gathered to discuss what attitude to take toward their new neighbor.

Yet they did not expect that before they could think of a strategy, the other party would openly come to pay their respects to the mountain.

And by causing such a commotion before paying respects, it was clear that the visitor was not coming with good intentions.

"Such profound internal energy, and he hasn't even exerted his full strength. Otherwise, just from that previous shout of paying respects, there would have been many deaths and injuries on Longhu Mountain." Zhao Danping frowned deeply.

The oldest and highest-ranking Zhao Xiyi tucked his hands into his sleeves: "How much do you know about this Master of Huishan?"

As the leader of the Daoist sect, possessing an extremely immortal demeanor, Zhao Danxia frowned and said: "This person comes from the third-rate Murong Family of Jianzhou. Since childhood, he has displayed the demeanor of a Heavenly Human, with a handsome appearance that has driven countless young ladies, noblewomen, and scholars crazy."

"It is not that he suddenly possessed earth-shattering abilities as rumored, but that he has carried martial arts since he was a child, only rarely showing them. Moreover, he is ruthless; it is said that the right little finger and ring finger of the Murong family head were broken because of him, and he later lost his life at his hands."

"In the battle of Huishan, this person fought the entire Xuanyuan Family alone, killing the three great experts Xuanyuan Guoqi, Xuanyuan Jingxuan, and Xuanyuan Jingyi, and suppressed Xuanyuan Dapan, who already had the strength of a Great Heavenly Phenomenon. He is at least at the level of a Great Heavenly Phenomenon, or even higher, perhaps even a Land Immortal."

"It is just that his methods are different from ordinary Martial Arts Ninth Grade, focusing more on slaughter and his own path, somewhat similar to Wang Laoguai of East Sea City."

If Yu Liancheng were here, he would certainly be astonished.

This Daoist leader before him understood him better than he had imagined.