Chapter 220: Wild Goose Tower (Combined Chapter)

Before dawn, Li Yuan got out of bed, not daring to waste any time. He tossed a single pill to Little Mouse and hurried out the door, arriving at the martial practice ground.

"I only slept a little over three hours. If my sleep quality weren't so good, I probably couldn't have held up."

The moon had climbed into the branches, and its light on the accumulated snow made things fairly bright. By the time Li Yuan arrived at the practice ground with his hammer, Han Han Chuijun had already opened his stance, the Xu Tui fist frame.

Hoo~

Han Han Chuijun's movements were light and unhurried; when he raised his fist or set down his foot, there was only the slightest stir. Yet from a great distance, Li Yuan could hear the 'whoosh whoosh' of blood surging like the tide.

Those seemingly gentle moves, one form after another, contained a force so vast it was hard to withstand.

"Master…"

The moment Li Yuan bowed, he heard the wind whistling—this was Old Han signaling him to make his move.

Bang!

Li Yuan didn't dare be careless. He pushed off with his feet, twisted at the waist, and raised his hammer to meet the blow.

Over the past half month or more, master and disciple had crossed hands many times. Li Yuan was already used to it—his reaction was quick, his force ample. The long hammer swept through the air like a staff, tracing a line, and fell like thunder detonating.

Wooo~

Under the moonlight, Han Han Chuijun's clothes flapped wildly. He raised a hand to knock back the long hammer and barked:

"Use your full strength!"

"Yes!"

Li Yuan jolted. His qi and blood and inner breath surged to their peak in an instant. The hammer that had been knocked back was drawn in, spinning like a windmill. A gale sprang up abruptly, sound waves rolling.

Whoosh!

Li Yuan reacted quickly, but almost at the same moment his eyelids twitched wildly. He felt a gust of fierce wind carrying a heat wave slam into his face, the pain stinging his skin raw.

Wooo!

Han Han Chuijun stepped forward, raised a hand, and simply reached out. His five fingers spread naturally, stirring up a howling gale.

The next instant, Li Yuan felt his breath catch. A tremendous pulling force transmitted from in front of him—it was Han Han Chuijun reaching out to grab, then suddenly yanking back.

With just one push and one pull, Li Yuan had the terrifying illusion that the airflow of the entire practice ground was being controlled by Han Han Chuijun.

His stance immediately broke, and he stumbled forward uncontrollably.

What met him was a straight punch thrown flatly by Old Han, his fingers pressed together.

"So fierce!"

Every hair on Li Yuan's body stood on end; he was badly startled.

The moment Old Han threw this punch, Li Yuan had the terrifying illusion that the entire practice ground was flipping over and crushing down on him. For a moment his heart pounded wildly.

"Ah!"

Li Yuan let out a great shout. Veins bulged all over his body, and his loose robe suddenly pulled taut, on the verge of tearing. Under the violent eruption, he smashed through the airflow in front of him that seemed to be under someone's control,

retreating, pulling back the hammer, twisting his body, erupting. The hammer swept across like a meteor, emitting the clang of metal on metal.

Killing move—Dou Sha Hammer!

Pfft!

The next moment, Li Yuan felt a stab of pain in his Hukou, the hammer handle slipped from his grip, and a wave of tremendous force came rolling in, forcing him back more than ten steps. He nearly fell on his backside.

"This fierce!"

Li Yuan shook out his arm, feeling every sinew and bone in his body groan. Old Han going all out was more than several times fiercer than that Feng Feng Yuanqing.

"This bit of Wu Gong won't kill anyone…"

Under the moonlight, Han Han Chuijun grabbed the hammer head with one arm, his expression unchanged. With a sudden flick, he hurled the long hammer:

"Use your full strength!"

Rumble rumble rumble!

With Old Han's casual throw, Li Yuan leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The long hammer pierced the air as it flew, actually trailing a long ribbon of air current!

Just from this one move, let alone a person, an elephant would be smashed flat to the ground, an iron ingot would be hammered into an iron disc.

"He's serious now!"

Li Yuan's spirit shook. No longer daring to hold back anything, he stomped heavily. As mud and sand flew, he had already shot up like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

He swung both shoulder-blades, and like two boneless snakes they coiled around the long hammer that had come piercing through the air. Veins bulged, tremendous force erupted. When he landed heavily, he had already gripped the long hammer tight.

His body twisted and spun, wielding the long hammer like a millstone, dissolving and redirecting that vast force, converting it for his own use, and smashed toward Han Han Chuijun like a thunderbolt.

Boom!

The hammer detonated, like thunder bursting from a mountain. Within a radius of more than ten meters, accumulated snow fluttered down in profusion, swept up by the gale.

With this sudden eruption, Li Yuan charged forward, and behind him rolling currents of force followed, sweeping up great swathes of snow, like a python-dragon woven from wind and snow—fierce and violent.

Qi and blood boiled, inner breath surged, every form erupted.

Between footfalls, Li Yuan's body swelled several sizes larger. His great tendons twisted like dragons, his joints ground like machinery churning. Apart from the augmentation of the Soldier Register, this was already his full-power eruption.

Seeing this scene, Han Han Chuijun's eyes finally changed. He stood rooted in place, and only when the heavy hammer wrapped in rushing force came pouncing in did he speak:

"Good!"

Exhaled breath like thunder!

When Han Han Chuijun opened his mouth, white mist gathered in a clump. This wasn't the cold weather turning breath to mist—it was the gushing of hot vapor from his qi and blood boiling violently.

From more than ten meters away, Li Yuan felt his eardrums humming and ringing. It was like transmitting sound into the ears, yet also like the most violently fierce sound-striking Wu Gong, capable of making a person lose focus and grow dazed.

Boom!

The next moment, Han Han Chuijun raised a single hand, currents of force interweaving like thunder. In the span of a breath, he had already pressed it onto the hammer head that Li Yuan had erupted to smash forward.

Clang!

Like bronze bells in a temple striking each other.

Great ripples of force suddenly trembled outward. Centered on the two of them, the earthen ground within more than ten meters sank in unison. Before dirt and stone could even fly up, they had already been pressed flat to the surface by invisible force.

"Too fierce!"

Li Yuan's eyelids were blown shut by the gale, and he felt the crushing weight of being outmatched in strength.

Under his perception, what was that across from him?

It was plainly a furious thunder dragon, ferocious and domineering.

Li Yuan's joints emitted a strange creaking sound—his tendons, stretched to their limit, were compressed and curled by immense force; after the tension released, the two-meter-two-plus Li Yuan was instantly reduced to his original height.

After a brief stalemate, his recoiling body was blasted backward by the turbulent air, carving a deep trench twenty to thirty meters long in the snow, his boots ground to shreds.

"Is this the weight of Yi Bai Xing?"

Li Yuan's limbs trembled, his whole body numb as if struck by lightning; he gasped for breath, drenched in sweat from the brief exchange.

Aside from the power granted by the Palm-Banner Talisman, he had used his full strength—and yet he had barely blocked one strike; another would surely kill him on the spot.

'Even with the Palm-Banner Talisman's boost… no, even with it, I can't hold!'

Li Yuan's heart pounded like a drum; he was nearly certain the masked figure at the end of the second trial in the Shan Xuan Bing Mi Jing was Old Han—this aura of intimidation was too familiar.

And Old Han, who had fully perfected his Meridian Circulation, achieved Yi Bai Xing, and forged the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon, was now incomparably stronger than before.

"Passable."

Li Yuan heard Old Han's evaluation.

In the moonlight, Han Han Chuijun stood with one hand behind his back, the other gripping his Handle-heavy hammer, studying Li Yuan from afar:

"I didn't use much more strength than you—do you know why you collapsed at the first touch?"

"Yi Xing combination."

Li Yuan's physique was strong; after a brief breath, he recovered. A thousand words couldn't match actual combat.

In those two strikes, he had felt the difference firsthand.

With identical power, the gap between dispersion and integration could double—or more.

"Good. Clear hierarchy, combining forms—like turning scattered rogues into a disciplined army. You've mastered over twenty forms; among peers in all Fu Sects, few surpass you. But if someone combines their forms, you may lose…"

He casually dropped the hammer and yawned:

"The Dragon-Tiger Banquet is still over twenty days away—whether you make it or not depends on you…"

Turning away, Han Han Chuijun glanced at his slightly reddened right hand; from just these two strikes, he already knew Li Yuan's Wu Gong progress.

"At barely twenty, he's trained for only four years—this boy… no wonder the Split-Sea Yu Xuanjing Hammer abandoned me for him…"

A breeze stirred snowflakes; Han Han Chuijun felt a faint complexity in his heart.

He had thrown only two punches, yet even a master who had fully perfected his Meridian Circulation couldn't have withstood them—Li Yuan, though disheveled, had absorbed them unharmed.

Even accounting for the boy's hidden techniques, the Dragon-Tiger Banquet should pose no real problem.

'It saves me the trouble of provoking the Dragon-Tiger Guards…'

Satisfied, Han Han Chuijun turned and left.

In the snow, Li Yuan picked up the hammer and saw two deep footprints where Old Han had stood—without a single step moved.

"Yi Bai Xing!"

Li Yuan raised the hammer and assumed the Xu Tui martial posture, his mind brimming with the Xiu Chi Fa of the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon.

The supreme art Han Han Chuijun had created had an extremely high entry threshold: one needed to master all Thirteen Forms, possess at least two Spirit Forms, and must inherently possess two of the three: Snake, Python, or Jiao.

"Old Han probably never considered future disciples—this threshold can only be met by me and Senior Brother; Senior Brother Fang probably falls short, and even Senior Brother might barely make it…"

Li Yuan pondered: this Wu Gong was not only high in entry, but also complex—it required internal Qi to outline each form and each force.

That alone was no small undertaking…

"Old Han fights like a monster—is he even fully perfected in Meridian Circulation? Can a self-created supreme art even count as such? Has he already refined his organs? Hmm… the Transform-Jiao Pill—no wonder I heard Old Han has long sought a Crimson Dragon King…"

Li Yuan's thoughts shifted: seventy years were an eternity—Old Han's depth was beyond his estimation.

Yet among all the people he had ever seen, none had ever pressed upon him as heavily as Old Han…

Huh!

Huh!

Rising at the third watch, sleeping at the first, Li Yuan's spirit remained vigorous; in the snow, he repeatedly pushed the Xu Tui martial posture, mentally organizing the Hundred Beasts Thunder Dragon.

When his thoughts wandered, he couldn't help but think of the Split-Sea Yu Xuanjing…

"Yi Xing combination… combination…"

…

…

Huh!

Four great suns rose in succession, casting light across the sea of clouds.

The gates of Dahe Fucheng swung open, flooding with a bustling crowd—many carried swords and knives, weary from travel.

Since word of the Dragon-Tiger Banquet spread, two months had seen an unceasing stream of martial artists arriving in Dahe Fucheng, including renowned masters from nearby prefectures.

Dahe Prefecture prospered in commerce and waterways; masters from neighboring prefectures—and even nearby great provinces—could arrive in under a month by river, naturally drawing in countless top experts.

Every inn and tavern was packed; stalls that should have dwindled with winter had instead multiplied.

Every teahouse and restaurant seized the opportunity, hiring storytellers—each day, crowds thronged, buzzing with excitement.

"Last time, we spoke of the Masked Demon Han Han Chuijun—on the Great River, he wore the Crimson Jiao Dragon Armor, wielded the Wind-Thunder Ruyi Jiang Mo Chu, and in a single battle, slew both senior elders of Qianjun Cave. The Great River ran red with blood…"

In Fengyan Pavilion, a storyteller stood atop a platform, his voice rising and falling, rhythmic and vivid—so real it felt as if one were there.

"The Masked Demon Han Han Chuijun is a once-in-a-generation genius of the Zhe Dragon Prefecture—not only is his hammer art astonishing, he is also suspected of having achieved Yi Bai Xing!"

Yi Bai Xing?

A stir rippled through the tavern; many patrons tossed copper coins and silver onto the stage:

"Old Master, what is Yi Bai Xing?"

That spectator was not old, wore silk and satin, and spent money generously.

"Thank you, sir!"

The storytelling elder bowed in gratitude, saw that the drinkers on all floors were quite curious, then unfurled his folding fan and said:

"You are all great heroes who walk the Jianghu, possessing high Wu Gong; I, an old man, merely earn a few coins with my mouth. If I speak wrongly, I hope you great heroes will forgive me!"

The old man was very cautious.

The Dechang Prefecture today is a mix of fish and dragons; in two months, who knows how many bloody conflicts occurred? Though he earned silver, he was also on edge.

These Jianghu heroes are bold, but their ferocity is truly ferocious.

"Just speak yours; whoever dares to make things difficult for you must pass my, Old Li's, test!"

Upstairs, a burly man drew his sword and stuck it in the ground, his voice muffled and deep; his voice was so loud it drew many dissatisfied glances, yet he paid them no mind.

"You old man, only just tempered your body at sixty or seventy; do you truly know what Yi Bai Xing is?"

At the second-floor railing, a young swordsman sneered:

"Only when blood and qi are fully matured can one nurture strength; with sufficient strength, one tempers the body; when body tempering is fully matured, only then is the interior strengthened; when the interior is fully strengthened, only then is the form changed! Such experts, even in Fucheng, are few; Yi Bai Xing..."

"You talk too much nonsense!"

That burly man glared angrily, seeming ready to draw his sword and rise at any moment.

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, a light cough echoed inside the tavern.

"Continue speaking, brother."

A low voice came from above, suppressing the noise of all floors; that swordsman instantly fell silent, cold sweat streaming down his face.

That burly swordsman had already stood up, but now hurriedly sat back down.

"Unfettered Sword, Lin Lin Dongping!"

Someone seemed to recognize the owner of that voice and couldn't help but cry out; instantly, the tavern fell silent.

Unfettered Sword, Lin Lin Dongping, hailing from Changlin Prefecture, is the foremost true disciple of the Five Swords Gate of this generation, and one of the sixteen invited to the Dragon and Tiger Banquet.

He had already achieved full mastery of Form Change several years ago; a true great expert.

When Lin Lin Dongping spoke, the tavern instantly became orderly; seeing this, the storytelling Mr. coughed lightly and continued speaking.

"Jianghu rumors say that only when a martial artist achieves Form Change does he enter the hall; then he may be called an expert of the world, walk the world, and join any sect..."

The storytelling elder first boasted a bit, bowed toward where Lin Lin Dongping sat, and continued:

"How is Form Change counted? I hear that when one Wu Gong is practiced to perfect completion, the bones, tendons, skin, and membranes all transform; this is called Form Change...

Yi Bai Xing, as the name suggests, means cultivating one hundred Wu Gong to the realm of perfect completion!"

One hundred Wu Gong at perfect completion!

The storytelling elder used the simplest example to state the difficulty of Yi Bai Xing, causing many to draw in a sharp breath.

Most people in the tavern possess Wu Gong; how could they not know what 'perfect completion' means?

One hundred Wu Gong at perfect completion; this is simply a legend, a myth!

"It took me eighteen years to bring the Ape-Arm Blade to completion; one hundred at perfect completion..."

That burly swordsman was somewhat dazed, but intimidated by Lin Lin Dongping, dared not say more.

There was some rustling in the crowd.

The storytelling elder paused slightly, then said:

"As far as I know, in the eight prefectures of Huizhou, among ten thousand people, only one such powerful person of Yi Bai Xing emerges every few decades or even centuries!"

He glanced around the tavern and continued speaking.

"Yi Bai Xing, ah!"

On the ninth floor by the window, a middle-aged man in gray close-fitting clothes, unremarkable in appearance, held a wine cup, listening to the voices coming from below, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Lin Mou has no fate for Yi Bai Xing in this life."

"Yi Bai Xing, ah."

On the ninth floor, there was only one table of drinkers; besides Lin Lin Dongping, there were six Jianghu people carrying swords and knives on their backs; now exchanging glances, they too sighed.

They were all gifted, famous experts of their time, but Yi Bai Xing was for them also like a legend.

"Brother Lin need not mind; Yi Bai Xing is not necessarily better; Form Change emphasizes combination and arrangement, not more is better; without the hundred-form supreme arts, Yi Duo Xing is merely wasting time."

A youth in a green long robe spoke softly.

"Indeed, why should Brother Lin dwell on this?"

The others quickly agreed.

How many people have Yi Bai Xing?

Let alone the various sects of Huizhou; even the Dragon and Tiger Temple, in one generation, has only a handful.

"In the Dragon and Tiger Temple, there are only six who possess Yi Bai Xing!"

At this moment, the storyteller's voice from below came, causing several to turn their heads; Lin Lin Dongping also became interested; although he did not much believe such storytellers' words,

listening was harmless.

"The first is, of course, the Grand Master listed on the Divine Bang, the Zhang Sect of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, the number one expert of the Hengshan Dao, the Dragon and Tiger Dao Master Long Yechan!"

Silence!

The entire tavern fell quiet.

Lin Lin Dongping rose and came to the railing side, looking down at the high platform in the hall.

"This old man is indeed bold!"

The others also followed over, somewhat surprised.

"This old man's courage is truly great; he dares even to speak of the Dao Master!"

On the fourth floor, in a refined private room, Yu Yu Xuanfeng raised an eyebrow: "You know quite a bit, but you're mistaken. In our temple, there are only three Yi Bai Xing..."

"Perhaps four."

Yu Yu Xuanji, who had been gazing out the window, turned around.

"Who is Sister talking about?"

Yu Yu Xuanfeng was stunned: "Besides the three Pulse Masters, there is another Yi Bai Xing?"

Naturally, the more forms one can transform into, the better; it represents one's innate endowment and potential. The number of forms one can transform into has a profound impact.

But human energy is limited. Mastering all the forms required for a supreme art is already an immense difficulty; who would deliberately pursue a hundred forms?

Naturally, the more forms one can transform into, the better, but one's life is not long enough.

"The Eldest Senior Brother has been in seclusion for several years; he should have enough upon emerging."

Yu Yu Xuanji pinched her temple, her eyes filled with awe. Yu Yu Xuanfeng also fell silent; regarding that brilliant and extraordinary Eldest Senior Brother, he too held deep reverence.

Long Long Xinglie, the Dragon-Tiger Dao Disciple, is the destined future Dragon-Tiger Dao Master, a Mortal Immortal.

"The Eldest Senior Brother..."

"Don't aim too high and reach too far. If you don't enter the Inner Gate within three years, the old man will flay your skin!"

Yu Yu Xuanji glared at him.

"The Inner Gate is not something one can enter just because one wishes to."

Yu Yu Xuanfeng's face was full of worry. Although his family was one of the few prominent families within the temple, there were many families inside the temple.

He reckoned he would need to settle and cultivate for several more years before he would be qualified to compete with those people.

"Then let the old man flay your skin!"

Yu Yu Xuanji glanced at him.

Yu Yu Xuanfeng's expression turned bitter. He changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Han Han Chuijun's talent is so good; why didn't the temple accept him as a disciple before?"

He was somewhat curious.

He had heard of Han Han Chuijun's reputation long ago. In Huizhou over the past twenty-plus years, the Dragon-Tiger Banquet has been held three times. By all rights, Han Han Chuijun should have been qualified to attend the banquet.

"I heard he missed it before. Later, he was simply too old."

Yu Yu Xuanji also felt a bit regretful.

Those capable of transforming into a hundred forms are rare throughout the world. This is top-tier talent, possessing the conditions to cultivate any supreme art.

But alas, his age is too great.

"True. People over a hundred are rare since ancient times. Han Han Chuijun is nearly a hundred, isn't he? At this age, he hasn't even refined his organs; I estimate his achievements will end here."

Yu Yu Xuanfeng felt deep regret in his heart. If he could transform into a hundred forms, not to mention the position of Dao Master, he might even contend for the position of Master of the Great Dragon Gate.

At the very least, he would surely have secured the inheritance of the Junior Granduncle.

"Talent and comprehension are indeed important, but opportunity is equally important. If he had been born in the temple, perhaps by now he would have even refined his marrow?"

The brother and sister conversed. In their view, among the prefectures below Huizhou, only Han Han Chuijun was worth their discussion.

"Speaking of which, why did the Master send out so many invitations?"

Yu Yu Xuanfeng asked.

Regarding this matter, he felt somewhat aggrieved.

Li Yuan was one thing; he was someone the Founding Ancestor favored. But he was very displeased that those after him were also invited.

Once one attends the banquet, there is a considerable possibility of entering the Inner Gate directly.

"Then you should ask the Master. It might be the will of someone in the temple."

Yu Yu Xuanji sat down. She picked at a few bites of food and did not forget to belittle her younger brother:

"Speaking of which, Yan Yan Qingyuan is also on the list of invitees. You previously looked down on him. Don't let it happen that he enters the Inner Gate while you are still lingering in the Outer Gate."

"Yan Yan Qingyuan? He is a direct disciple of the Huai Dragon Palace. Even if invited, he probably won't come, right?"

Yu Yu Xuanfeng was somewhat uncertain.

Yan Yan Qingyuan was not among the sixteen rumored to attend the banquet, but he indeed had an invitation. Even the Lianyun Shulou did not believe he would attend.

The Huai Dragon Palace dominates an entire prefecture. The status of its direct disciples is very high, and it is very likely he will become the Young Master of the Huai Dragon Palace.

"He has already arrived."

Yu Yu Xuanji put down her bowl and chopsticks and wiped the corner of her mouth. Outside the door, footsteps sounded, and someone knocked:

"Young Lady, Elder Gong's boat is nearly at the dock..."

"Mm."

Yu Yu Xuanji stood up and went out to welcome him.

Whoosh~

The wind blew over the river waves. On the Grand Canal, a merchant ship drifted downstream.

On the deck, Gong Gong Jiuchuan leaned against the railing. The water of the Pingjiang Grand Canal was turbulent. Although it was early winter and the water did not freeze, the number of merchant ships coming and going had decreased significantly.

"Senior Brother, I heard that Shen Tu Hong is suspected to have also arrived in Dechang Prefecture. It seems he was invited by Huang Fu Kun."

Standing beside Gong Gong Jiuchuan was an old man with a black face. He carried three long swords on his back, and his aura was as heavy and solid as iron.

This old man was named Yan Yan Sanxing, an Outer Gate Elder of the Longhu Temple.

"Huang Fu Kun... In recent years, the Xieshen Sect has been overly active."

Gong Gong Jiuchuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of clouds. His eyes were deep and dark: "It seems that Sect Leader Yue truly gained some benefit at the Negative Palace Spirit Turtle..."

The Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing possesses spirit; it does not manifest unless it has chosen a master, nor does it involve any snatching. If one kills its master, the Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing hides itself. Therefore, after learning that the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer had a master, many experts dispersed.

Yet the Xieshen Sect has become even more restless...

"I actually believe there is the shadow of the imperial court behind this."

Yan Yan Sanxing took a letter from his chest: "According to our spies, that Zhenwu King emerged from seclusion half a month ago, then met with Di Qian, conversing for a full day and night!"

"He has emerged?"

Gong Gong Jiuchuan's heart trembled; with a solemn expression, he took the letter. The letter contained only one sentence:

The Zhenwu King has emerged, met Di Qian, and has not left the main hall for a day.

"Given the Zhenwu King's Wu Gong and status, if he did not wish to be known, he would not be known. His voluntary appearance is likely meant for us to see."

Yan Yan Sanxing's expression was solemn.

The Zhenwu King, wielding the Fumo Longshen Blade, ranks first on the Divine List. He is one of only two terrifying existences in the current age to have slain a Land Immortal; his martial Dao has long reached the divine.

No spy or method could possibly deceive his ears and eyes. The fact this letter reached his hands might even be with his tacit approval.

"Clearly, the Star-Picking Pavilion assassinated the late Emperor, so why do they suspect us?"

Gong Gong Jiuchuan sighed inwardly.

In the forty-plus years since the late Emperor's assassination, the imperial court has exerted great effort in Hengshan Dao. The Xieshen Sects in other Daozhou regions are not so rampant.

At the very least, the Wutang Hall Masters in other places would not so blatantly collude with the Xieshen Sect.

Shen Tu Hong's boldness must come from someone even higher up...

"It is merely a fabricated crime. Who does not know Di Qian's intentions? He simply wishes to sweep the world clean and reclaim Daozhou."

Yan Yan Sanxing sneered: "The Great Yun lasts only fourteen hundred years, yet our Longhu Temple's lineage spans twenty-three hundred years. This Hengshan Dao was not granted by the Pang family!"

"The Star-Picking Pavilion will not sit idly by."

Putting away the secret letter, Gong Gong Jiuchuan calmed down. In fourteen hundred years, the imperial court has had no shortage of 'heroic rulers' seeking to reclaim power over the world.

And whenever such a heroic ruler appears, the Star-Picking Pavilion emerges from the heavens.

"Once this matter is settled, the Xieshen Sect must be eradicated!"

Yan Yan Sanxing's face was as calm as water.

"After we return, ask the Dao Master."

Gong Gong Jiuchuan turned. The dock had arrived. In the distance, he could see crowds surging like the tide; these were the various forces, great and small, within Dechang Fucheng.

"The news travels very fast!"

Yan Yan Sanxing snorted coldly, scanning the people waiting on the shore: "It is possible that among these people are Xieshen Sect disciples!"

"So what? Where in the world are there not?"

Gong Gong Jiuchuan shook his head.

The foundation of the Xieshen Sect is the Bai Shen Fa. At its root, it is about extending life and achieving immortality. As long as people still desire to extend their lives and attain immortality, the Xieshen Sect cannot be completely eradicated.

Not to mention the various prefectures and sects of Huizhou, even within the Huailong Palace, there are those who practice the Bai Shen Fa. Indeed, even the Longhu Temple...

"Let us go. It is time to meet that 'genius' whom that senior uncle values."

Gong Gong Jiuchuan turned and vanished from the deck. Yan Yan Sanxing glanced at the crowd on the dock shore and vanished as well.

Huiyan Lou is located east of Dechang Fucheng.

Though called a wine tower, it is actually a manor. Before the Dragon-Tiger Banquet, this manor was unknown to outsiders. Now, with the news spreading, it is known that this is actually a villa of the Longhu Yu family.

This tower stands beside the river in the city, occupying a vast area. Inside and out, it is divided into three courtyard complexes. The Huiyan Lou, standing sixteen stories tall, is situated in the center.

"How lively!"

Across several streets, Li Yuan spotted that tall tower and the bustling crowds nearby. At a glance, the light from various weapons wove into a sea, nearly dazzling his eyes.

Sharp blades, supreme sharp blades, famous artifacts, high-grade famous artifacts...

"Supreme famous artifact!"

Li Yuan's gaze shifted. Amidst the tide of weapon light, he saw a supreme famous artifact, but in a flash, he saw a dazzling Jin Guang.

"Divine weapon!"