Chapter 299

Overwhelming dominance leaking out.

Watching Yan Yan Chunyang ride slowly down the long street, surrounded by attendants like a street-cleansing tiger, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, two beams of Jin Guang, one shallow and one deep, reflecting and shining together.

【Little Dragon God Blade (Seventh Tier)】

【A divine weapon forged from the complete body of a Dragon King, aided by the essence of ten thousand refined irons, hammered by Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing and the Dragon God Blade Qi of Subduing Demons; its spiritual nature has already awakened】

【Conditions to Wield: Perfection of Subduing Demons Heavenly Gang, Mastery of Dragon God Blade Art】

【Effects of Wielding: Seventh Tier (Pale Gold): Perfection of Subduing Demons Heavenly Gang, Mastery of Dragon God Blade Art】

Sixth Tier (Yellow): Form of the Thunder Dragon, Form of the Flood Dragon】

【Little Dragon God Armor (Eighth Tier)】

【Made primarily from the scales of various flood dragons, supplemented by the incense of a hundred gods; its spiritual nature has already awakened】

【Conditions to Wield: Pure Yang Body, Perfection of Supreme Martial Arts Hard Body Cultivation】

【Effects of Wielding: Eighth Tier (Gold): Blessings of a Hundred Gods】

Seventh Tier (Pale Gold): Invulnerable to ten thousand blades, Hard Body Talent】

A Seventh Tier divine blade, an Eighth Tier divine armor!

And he is a Little Boy of Many Treasures...

Looking down at the long street from the sixth floor, Li Yuan couldn't help but whistle in amazement; thinking of Old Daoist Nie who still lacked a single divine weapon, he felt like shedding a tear of bitterness for him.

"Comparing people makes one die."

Li Yuan's attention was entirely on the divine weapons; only upon hearing Shi Shi Yu Shu's muttering did he remember who this person was.

The only non-surnamed king of the Great Yun, the sole disciple of the Zhenwu King Wan Wan Zhuliu, ennobled as a marquis in his youth, gifted with extraordinary talent, a young prodigy.

It is said that when he was born, thousands of temples in the capital shook simultaneously, the gods blessed him, causing a sensation throughout the world...

"Yan Yan Chunyang actually came too?"

Shi Shi Yu Shu's heart trembled; looking back at Li Yuan and seeing him observe with interest, as if he didn't recognize who it was, he couldn't help but say in a low voice:

"Junior Brother Li, this person is the sole disciple of the Zhenwu King, the number one of the younger generation of the Wan Long Dao..."

"I've heard of him."

Li Yuan nodded, but his heart stirred; he remembered that it seemed Long Long Xinglie had descended the mountain half a year ago, seemingly to "welcome" this person?

'Where is the Eldest Senior Brother?'

Li Yuan's thoughts turned as he looked at the long street; Yan Yan Chunyang reined in his flood dragon horse at the end of the street, while Long Long Xinglie strode forward, with Xin Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, Lin Lin Fangzhui, and others behind him.

The two gazed at each other from afar, and the long street seemed to fall silent.

"Long Long Xinglie."

Yan Yan Chunyang held the horse's reins, looking lightly at Long Long Xinglie at the end of the street; his voice was not loud, yet everyone inside and outside the long street heard it clearly: "Have you recovered?"

Indifference mixed with mockery; even Li Yuan on the wine tower frowned slightly upon hearing it.

"A slight injury, naturally no great matter."

Long Long Xinglie's expression remained unchanged, meeting force with force: "I heard the imperial court's 'Jade Dew Pill' is a holy medicine for healing injuries; originally I, Long, did not believe it, but now it seems indeed well-deserved.

Lord Yan of such severe injuries, yet now not a trace is visible."

"Heh~"

Yan Yan Chunyang tugged at the corner of his mouth: "You overestimate yourself; when did this Marquis ever have an injury?"

"Whether there was or wasn't, you know and I know."

Long Long Xinglie did not dwell on this, speaking lightly: "Although Lord Yan has no lack of places to go, as the host, I, Long, still ask as a matter of routine: Will Lord Yan stay at the guesthouse?"

"No need."

Yan Yan Chunyang lightly flicked the reins; a crowd of Zhenwu Hall experts before and behind him followed him away; as he left, he seemed to sense something, looked up, and gazed at the wine tower nearby.

Shi Shi Yulou was watching; suddenly catching sight of it, his heart startled slightly.

"Very spirited."

And...

"That, that Yan Yan Chunyang seems to be not yet forty?"

Xin Xin Wenhua felt somewhat unable to sit still.

"Around thirty."

Long Long Xinglie's heart was clearly not as calm as his face:

"This person is proficient in multiple supreme arts, and has even cultivated Wan Wan Zhuliu's 'Subduing Demons Heavenly Gang' and 'Dragon God Blade', two great Da Shen Gong, to above the Fourth Tier.

"His talent is better than mine."

This...

Everyone in the private room looked at each other, all hearing the wariness in Long Long Xinglie's voice.

"Another Wan Wan Zhuliu?"

Lin Lin Fangzhui held his wine cup, his heart trembling greatly:

"Then this gathering of all Dao arts..."

"I cannot find a chance to win, and he similarly cannot find one."

Long Long Xinglie drained the wine in his cup, set the cup down heavily: "After returning to the mountain this time, I will enter seclusion to prepare for the gathering of all Dao arts in two years."

"Wish Eldest Senior Brother a victorious start."

Everyone raised their cups in turn.

The atmosphere in the private room was somewhat Solemn; Long Long Xinglie drank a few cups of wine and asked:

"By the way, when I returned to Huicheng just now, I heard that in half a year, there were two appearances of Dragon and Tiger together?"

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"It is true."

Xin Xin Wenhua nodded, speaking of the tremors triggered by these two appearances of the dragon and tiger.

"After the first appearance of the dragon and tiger, I began searching for this person, even staking out with several elders of the sect for a time."

Lin Lin Fangzhui added.

"Many inside and outside the sect speculate that this person is likely Li Li Yuanba, the rumored master of the Black Whale Hammer."

Shan Hong spoke very little, but now he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Li Li Yuanba?"

Long Long Xinglie frowned slightly: "Li Li Yuanba is likely a pseudonym, but he could indeed be the master of the Black Whale Hammer. If that is truly the case, it may not be a good thing."

They are all thinking of me.

Li Yuan drank silently, listening to the crowd's discussion, feeling somewhat uneasy in his heart.

"Huh?!"

While everyone was conversing, suddenly a very high-pitched tiger roar echoed from a distance.

"The Ancestral Master's Stone Tablet?"

Long Long Xinglie's brows furrowed deeply. Xin Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, and others had already leaped out the window. Li Yuan looked toward the sound and saw at the entrance of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate, with wild winds howling, a massive shadow of a Bai Hu appeared in the sky, roaring toward the heavens, its sound shaking tens of miles and causing countless people to turn their heads.

"The shadow of the Bai Hu has appeared."

Shi Shi Yu Shu leaped to a high place. From afar, one could see the entrance of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate swarming with people; countless others stood on high ground gazing into the distance, just like him.

"Which fellow daoist is this?"

Shi Shi Yu Shu felt somewhat envious.

The reputation of the Ancestral Master's Stone Tablet at the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate was known far and wide. Over a thousand years, geniuses from other sects had never ceased coming here to test themselves. He had deliberately gone back and forth several times before, yet found nothing.

"Another genius with the potential of a Grandmaster!"

Shi Shi Yu Shu's eyes sparkled, and he hurried over. Xin Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, and others also hurried away, and countless onlookers from all around surged forward.

Li Yuan followed the crowd, walking alongside Long Long Xinglie at a leisurely pace.

Before long, Li Yuan spotted a young man standing beneath the stone tablet at the mountain gate. He carried a long sword on his back, his expression cold and stern, and he himself was as sharp and revealing as the sword.

"Pei Jiu!"

Seeing this person, Xin Xin Wenhua's face immediately darkened, becoming very ugly.

"Pei Jiu from the Changhong Sword Sect?"

Li Yuan's heart stirred, and Long Long Xinglie's voice came to his ears:

"Among the great Dao sects, the Changhong Sword Sect has the worst relationship with our Longhu Temple. This Pei Jiu is the second true disciple of the current generation of the Changhong Sword Sect, with excellent talent."

The relationship between the Changhong Sword Sect and Longhu Temple was hostile; Li Yuan had known this since he first entered Hengshan City. After all, a Grandmaster from the Changhong Sword Sect had once been executed in Hengshan City, and his name was still inscribed on a stone tablet as a warning to future generations.

Experts are everywhere.

Feeling the dazzling glint of blades all around, Li Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

These experts and geniuses, rarely seen in ordinary times, had gathered as the various Dao martial arts competitions drew near. At a glance, wasn't it truly experts everywhere?

"Pei Jiu!"

Li Yuan heard Xin Xin Wenhua's shout, but it was quickly covered by various noises. As Pei Jiu caused the shadow of the Bai Hu to appear, countless others began to imitate him.

"Xin Xin Wenhua has not yet undergone blood transformation, possesses only average talent, and wields no divine weapon. Not worth mentioning."

"Lin Lin Fangzhui and Shan Hong are the same."

"This generation of Longhu Temple is not outstanding, except for Long Long Xinglie. This person is far stronger than the previous generation's true disciples, such as Dou Yue Monk, Han Tong, and Lin Jia."

In the east of the city, inside an ancient mansion, Yan Yan Chunyang sat quietly under a tree drinking tea while several old servants softly reported various pieces of intelligence.

"Roar!"

When the sound of the Bai Hu's long roar reached him, Yan Yan Chunyang raised an eyebrow slightly.

His brows twitched, and one of the servants attending in the courtyard shot away like lightning. Possessing excellent lightness skill, he soon returned, bowing and reporting:

"Pei Jiu, a true disciple of the Changhong Sword Sect, born with the Sword Form."

"Pei Jiu? I have some memory of him."

Yan Yan Chunyang pondered for a moment, and upon hearing the old servant's report, he understood: "This Marquis recalls that two old ghosts are squatting within the stone tablet at the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Gate. Did Pei Jiu's talent awaken one of them?"

"Your Lordship, be cautious with your words."

The old servant lowered his voice; he did not have the courage of this Marquis, and the words themselves sounded somewhat chilling.

Although Longhu Temple is famous for its pills, its strength is also extremely terrifying, far beyond what their group could provoke.

"Interesting."

Watching the Bai Hu roaring in the sky, Yan Yan Chunyang narrowed his eyes slightly. The two old servants on either side began to tell him the origin of this stone tablet, as well as the names of those who had caused this tablet to stir in past years.

"Long Long Yingchan, Nie Xianshan, Long Xi Xiang? Hmm, Long Long Xinglie, Li Yuan? Longhu Temple has such a person? Oh, a new disciple."

Yan Yan Chunyang listened casually to a few sentences, feeling somewhat curious:

"How does one awaken these two old ghosts? Must one walk through the mountain gate? That is so troublesome?"

"Your Lordship, you..."

The several old servants, as well as the experts of the Zhenwu Hall within the courtyard, all felt their hearts tighten. Regarding this Marquis's conduct, they were truly somewhat fearful.

"Leave."

Yan Yan Chunyang raised his hand to dismiss everyone. He lightly rotated the bead bracelet on his wrist, and a faint, almost imperceptible light and shadow emerged from the bracelet, falling into the shadows.

"Ying Xin, where is my master?"