Chapter 501: Fall of Zifu

Qingchi Sect, Yuanwu Peak.

The news that Yuanwu was about to pass away had gradually spread. This Zifu True Person was also shuttling in and out of the sect all the time. A group of disciples knew it well, and no one dared to mention it.

Yuanwu Peak was towering, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the fire veins were gushing. This peak was the immortal peak of Qingchi specializing in refining tools. On weekdays, cultivators went up and down, very lively, but now it seemed a bit deserted, as if everyone was going around it.

After all, the current Yuanwu was the most unreasonable in and out of the sect. Even if he saw someone on the road and felt unlucky, he would wave his sleeve and beat them to death, and I am afraid no one would dare to complain.

Tang Shecheng came out of the cave, his armor clanking, looking very troubled.

Tang Shecheng didn't get any benefits in the cave heaven, but suffered heavy injuries. Knowing that Yuanwu would go crazy in these years, he used the name of healing to delay again and again, closed his doors in the peak for a long time, and delayed for more than ten years.

Now it was the point where he had to see Yuanwu. If he avoided seeing him again, I am afraid that one day Yuanwu would think of it and break through the Grand Void to slap Tang Shecheng to death.

Unexpectedly, he had just walked to the middle of the mountain when he saw a young man standing in front of the mountain, which made Tang Shecheng terrified, and he hurriedly said:

"Greetings, True Person Element."

Element was holding a jade pot, seemingly still drinking, waving his hand like driving away flies, and said softly:

"I'm just here to watch him die, it has nothing to do with you."

Looking at Element's unrestrained appearance, Tang Shecheng broke into a sweat, wanting to cry in his heart. Element was a mean character and would not let go of this great opportunity to mock Yuanwu, just making it difficult for them.

He walked up the mountain quickly. In front of the hall stood another person, not wearing green clothes but brocade robes, with a short beard, dark yellow skin, a thin and long face, and dull eyes, also terrified to the extreme.

This person was another person in charge of Yuanwu Peak, 【Jinmao Xi】 Yu Su, known for his greed.

The two looked at each other, both with crying faces, but saw the hall that was usually shining with gold was now dim, and Yuanwu, who had always been in a bright posture, disappeared, leaving only an old man with white hair, disheveled hair, sitting blankly in front of the hall.

Tang Shecheng's legs trembled, listening to the sound of gold and iron in the hall, wishing he could dig out his two eyes, lowered his head to his chest, and said tremblingly:

"Mas... Master"

Yuanwu above was drowsy, squinted and looked over, surprised:

"Ah... Cheng'er... why are you wearing armor... Dad told you many times... wear Daoist robes... be more dashing... Oh... wearing Daoist robes is good..."

Tang Shecheng, although he hated and feared Tang Yuanwu, had deep feelings for Tang Cheng, couldn't help but shed tears, and Yu Su was also moved. Tang Yuanwu went to pull Yu Su again and asked:

"Why are you dressed so gorgeously!... Xiuxian can finally think of himself... Your brother is useless... Alas... learn more Dao methods... don't just practice..."

Yu Su was already tearful, how could he listen to this, the 【Jinmao Xi】 who was greedy and poisonous cried out.

This cry was not good, suddenly waking Tang Yuanwu from tenderness and confusion. Coldness and madness fell back into his eyes, and the brilliant light rose from his body again. He was furious:

"Dog thing, what are you crying for! I'm not dead yet!"

Yuanwu slapped Yu Su on the chest, hitting him until a mouthful of blood sprayed all over the ground. He rolled down from the high platform with a rumble. Yu Su was covered in blood in his brocade robes, climbed up and kowtowed, sadly:

"Master!"

This sound made Yuanwu put down his raised hand, his gaze jumping over him as if escaping, and coldly landed on Tang Shecheng.

Tang Shecheng's lips were pale, looking straight at him. Yuanwu was furious and cursed:

"Rebel! All rebels!"

He kicked Tang Shecheng in the chest, only hearing a burst of crackling bone-breaking sounds. Tang Shecheng fell from the high platform like a bird with broken wings. Yuanwu coughed up gold powder all over the ground and cursed:

"Dog thing!"

Wind and clouds surged in the sky, gradually forming a huge spiral in the air. The middle was blank and cloudless, leaving only deep golden light, facing the white-haired old man who was gradually floating up.

Yuanwu was disheveled, his eyes bulging, looking at the gold grains and iron powder falling like a rainstorm in the sky, howling a sad cry that was not like a human voice.

The whole Qingchi Mountain was unable to see his fingers in the gold and iron rainstorm. Everyone was like on a lonely island, unable to distinguish the people and things around them. True Person Element's expression gradually became serious, raised the jade cup in his hand, and touched it against the sky from afar.

"Senior brother... walk well."

"Rebel! All rebel!"

Qingsong Island.

"I will go to that workshop with you, and take a look at where it is in the Qunyi Strait."

After Li Xizhi finished saying this, he paused for a moment, and both of them changed their expressions, feeling the violent changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and hurriedly drove the wind one after another, flying into the sky.

There were many Foundation Establishment cultivators on Qingsong Island, and they could already see the sky filled with figures of various colors, turning toward the south in unison, their expressions either complex, mocking, or sneering, whispering and discussing.

"Yuanwu has fallen!"

Li Xizhi's expression was somewhat complex. Although this person had never had a good relationship with his own family, he was a Zifu cultivator after all, so he could only sigh low and bow slightly to show etiquette.

The crowd watched for a moment, and the gold and iron rainstorm in the distance soon stopped. Li Xizhi turned around and let the Qingchi Sect disciples come up, and ordered in front of Han Shizhen:

Qingsong Island.

Han Shizhen lowered his head and said nothing. The disciple responded and went down. Only then did Li Xizhi apologize:

"There are many rules in the sect, please forgive me."

How dare Han Shizhen say anything more, only saying repeatedly:

"Don't dare... don't dare... should be."

At the moment, they drove the wind together. After two days, they drifted into the workshop. When the workshop's array opened, the Han family cultivators hurriedly greeted them, calling the Patriarch directly.

"Daoist, please look! This is my family's Tuliu Workshop."

Han Shizhen ignored them, fell half a step behind Li Xizhi, introduced with a smile, and said softly:

"Please Daoist follow me to the main hall first to rest, I will go and ask about the whereabouts of those loose cultivators."

Hearing this, Li Xizhi frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something, followed him to the main hall, and sat on the side. Han Shizhen retreated two steps, went out of the main hall, and the smile on his face quickly receded.

A strong man came up below, his expression solemn, Han Shizhen said in a low voice:

"What did those people say?"

The strong man only said:

"Searched the soul of one person, the others are already not in shape."

It turned out that Han Shizhen said he let a few people go, but actually had long since dismantled and skinned them, searched their souls and seized their spirits, and the Fumo short sticks had long been collected by the Han family, but he was a bit regretful at the moment, muttering:

"If I had known Li Xizhi was so sharp, I shouldn't have been greedy for that pair of Fumo short sticks. It's not easy to explain now. I'm afraid they will say the wrong thing and make him hate my family, so I can only lie that they ran away..."

Yuan Chengdun's weapon was at the Foundation Establishment level, and it was a pair of Foundation Establishment magic tools. Han Shizhen naturally became greedy, and now he could only follow his words. He waited outside for a moment, then entered, with a smile on his face, ashamed:

"Daoist! It was my recklessness. This group of people sold things and immediately went in all directions, without a moment's stay... That pair of Fumo short sticks, but there is no fate."

'It seems Yuan Chengdun has truly passed away.'

Li Xizhi held a teacup in the first seat, naturally didn't believe it in his heart:

'You Han Shizhen have a foothold in the East Sea, you are not a good kind. I am afraid that after learning of the Foundation Establishment legacy, you would have pulled those few loose cultivators up long ago! It's nothing more than wanting to swallow that pair of Foundation Establishment magic tools.'

He had no greed for this thing, didn't care, didn't expose him, waved his hand casually, and only asked:

"Is there any news about that place?"

Han Shizhen hurriedly answered and opened his mouth:

"Fortunately, the people under my hand asked earlier, and I already know the location."

"Then let's go."

Li Xizhi got up and said softly:

"Since that's the case, those 【Zhenxie Stones】 still have to trouble Senior to collect. My family has some friendship with Senior Yuan Chengdun, and sending them to Xunlin Plain can be considered as fulfilling a friendship."

Han Shizhen was greedy for the Fumo short sticks, his heart was uneasy, how could he say more, nodded repeatedly, took him to drive the wind and fly, and flew all the way to the Qunyi Strait.

Li Xizhi kept thinking about it, flew to a place in the mountain and sea from afar, the sea and sky were broad, the golden crow was in the sky, the sun was scorching, and the sea barbarians on the fragmented islands under his feet raised their heads to look.

Han Shizhen took a big man and flew straight to a place in the mountain and sea, stopped slowly on the sea, didn't even observe the surroundings, and immediately clasped his fists:

"Patriarch, Daoist, this is the place!"

Han Shizhen's expression changed slightly, but Li Xizhi suddenly realized, secretly thinking:

'It turned out to be soul searching, those few loose cultivators should be dead.'

Han Shizhen observed Li Xizhi silently, seeing that his expression was as usual, then invited:

"Daoist... please..."

The three flew down separately, searched for a few days, the light changed, Han Shizhen stopped slowly on the seabed, gaining nothing.

He stopped and stopped, gradually slackened, Li Xizhi's business had nothing to do with him, it was just that he was greedy for profit and was thinking about the secret realm, so he helped before and after.

Now he was listless and waited for a while, sitting by the sea reef, suddenly there was a pair of long boots in front of him.

These long boots were blue, silver and bright, exquisitely crafted, with gorgeous patterns, looking like extraordinary objects. Han Shizhen didn't have time to marvel, the surprise in his mind quickly turned into terror.

'This is!'

The thoughts in his mind jumped like lightning, he hurriedly looked up, and met a pair of green pupils, scaring him to mourn:

"Small one greets... greets Great Monster Muhai..."

"Small..."

He shivered twice, and various illusions suddenly appeared in front of him. The water and sky in front of him shook violently, falling into deep darkness.

Li Xizhi naturally gained nothing, only found a few 【Zhenxie Stones】 on the seabed, Li Xizhi collected them one by one, and stopped in the deep sea.

'Such a secret realm, if there is no special method, how can Foundation Establishment find it?'

He stopped on a sea reef, closed his eyes slightly, and was about to cast a spell to invite the Immortal Mirror, when he suddenly felt his scalp numb, his bones shook, and the pill in his Qi Sea jumped lightly, so he couldn't help but stop.

Li Xizhi paused slightly, then opened his eyes again, facing a pair of green pupils.

A middle-aged man had stood in front of him early, with a high nose and narrow eyes, red hair, and golden clothes on his body, shining like scales, no more than a fist away from him, close enough to feel the coldness on the other side.

Those green pupils stared coldly at Li Xizhi, reflecting his gray-black eyes.

His hands were holding two heads, both with empty eyes, looking straight at the sky, and his expression was faintly joyful, one with neat hair, and one with disheveled hair and beard.

"Han Shizhen and his family minister!"

They had only been separated for a few days, and these two had already died suddenly. Li Xizhi's hair stood on end, watching the colorful light of the other side's divine ability flow out from the soles of his feet, covering him like lightning.

"Zifu... cultivator..."

He couldn't move, could only face the cold gaze of this Zifu, saw him squint his eyes, but the voice was a clear voice that did not match his appearance:

"Who sent you... Si Boxiu or Tang Yuanwu."

Li Xizhi watched the divine ability colorful light lingering around him, transforming into a deep blue color, illuminating his face with a blue brilliance. His mind passed for a moment like lightning, and he replied:

"Return to True Person! It is not these two True Persons."

This Zifu True Person stopped slowly, revealing a strange look. His eyes blinked, and the green color became heavier and heavier, as if he had observed many things from Li Xizhi, his red hair floating in the water, and he sneered in his heart:

'Truly good courage!'

His eyes were dark, and he couldn't see the expression in them, as if he had the intention of playing, and laughed:

"Is it Sui Guan?"

Li Xizhi shook his head and said respectfully:

"The junior came here by himself. Master has been missing for more than ten years, and there is no response in the sect. The junior is duty-bound, so he came to find him personally. Unexpectedly, he offended Senior."

This Zifu True Person heard this, his eyes flew over him coldly, the golden robe on his body shone, and he replied:

"Someone wants you to die."

Li Xizhi saw the two heads in the hands of this Zifu True Person, how could he not understand? Qingsong Island was left for him to guard, and it was convenient for him to enter and exit the East Sea. Someone in the sect must be waiting for this scene! As long as he died happily, Qinghui Peak would inevitably fall into the hands of the Yuan family!

'Obviously those few loose cultivators came and went without incident, there must be some restriction agreement, but they were pressed by Chi Zhiyun, kept secret, just waiting for me to hit it!' ===== CHAPTER 502 =====

"Is it Sui Guan?"

Li Xizhi shook his head, and said respectfully:

"The junior came by himself. Master has been missing for more than ten years, and there is no reaction in the sect. The junior is duty-bound, so he came to look for him personally, not thinking of offending Senior."

This Zifu True Person heard this, his eyes flew coldly from his body, the golden robes on his body shining, and replied:

"Someone wants you dead."

Li Xizhi saw the two heads in the hands of this Zifu True Person; how could he not understand? Such a good place as Qingsong Island was left for him to guard, and it was convenient for him to enter and exit the East Sea. Someone in the sect must be waiting for this scene! As long as he died happily, Qingsui Peak would inevitably fall into the hands of the Yuan family!

'Clearly those few rogue cultivators came and went without incident, there must be some restriction agreement, but it was pressed down by Chi Zhiyun, kept secret, just waiting for me to hit it!'