Chapter 402: A Sword of Heavenly Awe

The middle hall.

Incense smoke drifted.

Yu Liancheng and the other two had already been sent to the Dragon Pool; only the two brothers, Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping, remained in the room.

"I was originally somewhat worried that even if you didn't fight Murong Tonghuang to the death, you would still just flick your sleeves and leave."

Zhao Danxia picked up his teacup, blew away the floating tea leaves, took a shallow sip, and said with a smile and a look of relief: "I never expected that it could be resolved so calmly in the end, and that we would even forge a bond of goodwill."

Zhao Danping smiled bitterly: "Brother, do you think I have just been simply writing Daoist prayers by the Emperor's side all these years?"

The Celestial Master Mansion's succession is mostly passed down from father to son; if the previous sect leader has no heirs, it is inherited by brothers or nephews, with absolutely no precedent for Daoists of other surnames or women to inherit.

The previous Celestial Master had no heirs and originally intended for Zhao Xituan to take on the great responsibility, but Zhao Xituan simply fled down the mountain to live a Carefree life in the pugilistic world, leaving behind the words "better to pass it to Danxia than to me," which is how the situation of Zhao Danxia becoming the sect leader came to be.

Zhao Danping, who originally also had the qualifications and confidence to be the sect leader, harbored resentment, and later went to the Capital, naturally also with the intention of acting out of spite.

Yet, in the Capital, he encountered many coincidences and realized the Heavenly Dao, which led to his experience of breaking a hundred armored soldiers with a horsetail whisk and contending with the black-clad monk Yang Taisui. His character was polished; though he seemed irritable, he actually became as transparent and Ruyi as one could wish.

Zhao Danxia smiled: "Then what were you thinking just now?"

"It's simple. That Murong Tonghuang came to our Longhu Mountain and acted with such rudeness, showing no regard for the Celestial Master Mansion at all. If he were just a hollow straw bag, I would naturally have to teach him a harsh lesson, and perhaps even take the opportunity to bring Huishan into our fold."

Zhao Danping shrugged and said: "But judging by the strength he showed in receiving that sword of mine, I knew he was extremely difficult to deal with. Even if the four of us Celestial Masters joined forces, we might not be able to keep him. Since that is the case, why not use the Flood Dragon as a favor? Although the Flood Dragon is precious, it doesn't amount to much for our Longhu Mountain."

Zhao Danxia laughed heartily: "Danping, you have indeed grown a lot over these years."

"I just don't know if Murong Tonghuang is willing to accept this goodwill."

If Yu Liancheng were here, he would surely throw his head back and laugh.

Whether there is courtesy or not, in the end, it still depends on strength to speak.

If one's strength is insufficient, courtesy is nothing more than being weak and easy to bully.

But if one's strength is formidable, lack of courtesy becomes boldness and generosity.

Just as the two were conversing, a thunderous shout came from the Dragon Pool: "Murong Tonghuang, you dare to touch the Purple Gold Lotus of Luck? You are courting death."

Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping looked at each other, both exclaiming in shock: "It's the Old Ancestor."

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Celestial Master Mansion, Dragon Pool.

On the Dragon Pool, Purple Gold Lotus flowers swayed gracefully. Dozens of spiritual creatures, such as Flood Dragons, brought from all over the world, swam within the pool.

And this golden lotus is the most precious thing in the Dragon Pool, cultivated with spiritual Qi, also known as the Longevity Luck Lotus. The lowest one has been blooming for 1,600 years and is closely linked to the Luck of Longhu Mountain, and even the Luck of the Liyang Dynasty.

Five hundred years ago, Wudang Mountain was powerful and there were only six Luck Lotuses in the Dragon Pool; in the last hundred years, after Qi Xuanzheng ascended and a Celestial Master defied the heavens to change the Emperor's fate, new lotuses have bloomed.

At this moment, above the Dragon Pool, the sky was dim, and dark clouds rolled, obscuring the sun. Countless bolts of thunder gathered in the dark clouds, flashing from time to time, as if thunderbolts could strike down at any moment.

Yu Liancheng collected a Flood Dragon and casually swung his fist, shattering a bolt of thunder.

He looked up at the high sky with a calm and indifferent expression; in the dark clouds, there seemed to be a pair of angry and profound eyes staring back at him.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Murong Wuzhu trembled, feeling as small as ants under the majesty of this thunder, as if they could be wiped out at any moment.

"Zhao Xuansu, what the hell are you yelling about? It's just taking two of your Luck Golden Lotuses."

Yu Liancheng sneered: "The other one surnamed Zhao is also half a member of your Celestial Master Mansion. Since you dared to scheme against my Luck, naturally I have to get it back; it's just an eye for an eye."

Hearing Yu Liancheng's words and looking at the overcast sky, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Not only because of the scene of the dark clouds covering the sky above, but also because of the three words "Zhao Xuansu."

Although she had never heard this name, she knew that among the Four Great Heavenly Masters, the oldest, Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Xituan, were of the "Xi" generation, and "Xuan" was two generations higher than "Xi."

Before coming to Longhu Mountain, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had heard her father say that this Longhu Mountain very likely had a Land Immortal sitting in command; could it be this person before her?

"To snatch Luck like this, like a starving dog fighting for food, are you not afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation descending?" The grand and ethereal voice in mid-air came again, faintly carrying a hint of exasperation.

"It's still much better than you old silver coins who scheme in the dark. If you're not convinced, stop howling and just use whatever skills you have." Yu Liancheng casually scattered two more bolts of thunder; this level of attack was no different from a tickle to him.

"Then go to hell!"

Crack!

Bolts of thunder and lightning tore through the sky, striking toward Yu Liancheng. In an instant, the world turned deathly white, and the violent roaring sound was incessant.

In terms of power, it was already equal to the tenth move that Xuanyuan Jingcheng had not yet unleashed, or even better, possessing the power to annihilate everything.

Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve, and the "Duoqing Sword" was already in his palm.

"I have a sword, the heavens and earth are in awe!"

The next moment, he rose from the ground and rushed toward the thunder and lightning.

At the same time, the long sword in his palm swung, Sword Qi soared into the sky, and a sword light that reached the heavens and the earth rose up, colliding with the countless bolts of thunder and lightning.

Boom—!

Boom, boom, boom!!

For a time, the heavens were shocked and the earth moved, and the universe trembled.

In just an instant, hundreds of explosions sounded simultaneously, deafening to the ear. Where the sword light and lightning intersected, it was a chaotic mess, as if the world were being destroyed.

Crack!

The sword light and lightning stood in opposition for a moment, then the electric light shattered with a bang, turning into countless tiny electric arcs that flickered and dissipated. The remaining sword light rushed into the sky, tearing the dark clouds in mid-air apart, and the daylight suddenly brightened.

At the same time, a scream rang out, and a figure fell from the sky, blood spraying.

"Haha, being a guest at Longhu Mountain today was very pleasant. Thank you for your hospitality, everyone, goodbye."

Feeling several powerful forces rushing toward the Dragon Pool, Yu Liancheng put away the Duoqing Sword, then wrapped his arms around the slender waists of Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Murong Wuzhu, and drifted down the mountain.

A moment later, several figures appeared on the Dragon Pool. Another person brought back an injured old Daoist; the old Daoist had a horizontal sword wound across his chest, dripping with blood, his aura weak, and he had already fallen into a coma.

Zhao Danping, Zhao Danxia, and the others looked at each other, their eyes revealing an expression of disbelief, even faintly carrying a trace of fear.

This was the Old Ancestor of Longhu Mountain, who had the strength to ride a crane to ascension fifty years ago, a genuine Land Immortal, yet today he was almost killed at his own doorstep.

Just how strong must that Murong Tonghuang be?

Not to mention that he is still a youth not yet twenty years old.