The whistling dragon and tiger were striking. Zhang Yuanchu’s anger-infused bellow pushed the drama at the bottom of the mountain to a high (anti-harmony) tide, causing countless people to stare at him like a chicken.
They had expected that there might be trouble, but they hadn’t expected that the first person to come forward would be the Young Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, and that he would show his intention to target them right away.
Interesting.
This was the unanimous thought of the crowd.
And in the next moment, an even more interesting one appeared.
“Mount Longhu, humph, still so domineering. What, having taken away my Pure Yang Palace’s jutsu, are they now eyeing the True Martial Sect?”
The surprising sect, Pure Yang Palace, lashed out at Mount Longhu. This sect, which was sheltered by Mount Longhu, suddenly stabbed Mount Longhu in the back, and what the speaker said caused an uproar among the people.
Although there had been speculation in the jianghu world that Mount Longhu had bad intentions in sheltering the Pure Yang Palace, speculation was one thing, but the actual hammer was another.
This was especially true at this time, when it was said by someone from the Pure Yang Palace himself.
Zhang Yuanchu frowned and saw that the leader of the Pure Yang Palace was not Yun Feng, but Yun Zheng, who had made a small appearance at the Daoist Conference.
Moreover, the sword in Yun Zheng’s hand was the Pure Yang Palace’s divine Sword of the Pure Yang Sect.
Zhang Yuanchu could guess what this meant. This made his face even more gloomy, “What happened to Yue Ping?”
Zhang Yue Ping was the very same Daoist priest from Mount Longhu who wanted to ask Yun Zheng for advice on the ‘Heavenly Transport Sword Technique’.
“Yue Ping? You mean that shameless person who covets the martial arts of our school?” Yun Zheng’s sword fingers flicked up and the Pure Yang Sword was sheathed, swirling around him a few times, “If you dare to covet the martial arts of the Pure Yang Palace, you will only die.”
“Young Master Zhang, one day I, Yun Zheng, the new master of Pure Yang Palace, will seek justice from you.”
“Hoo-”
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the Dragon and Tiger Qi forms in the air were twisting and fluctuating, seemingly sensing Zhang Yuanchu’s anger.
However, he had not struck out at Yun Zheng after all. The eyes from above and the group of vultures from the Great Zen Temple over there, all told Zhang Yuanchu that it was not that easy to make a move on Yunzheng.
Zhang Yuanchu clenched his fist fiercely, suppressing his anger, and looked at Yunzheng with an aura that was strong enough to crush him, but Yunzheng’s face was only slightly white, and the pure Yang sword he was holding tightly shone with a warm and pure light. He had just managed to hold on.
This made the crowd’s impression of the Pure Yang Palace change. This new Palace Master was truly extraordinary in strength. Even with the Pure Yang Sword as an aid, holding up under the aura of a Tong Shen realm powerhouse was not something that an ordinary person could do.
“Young Heavenly Master Zhang, this is the True Martial Sect ——”
A long voice came from above, a jade-white figure descended from the sky, her plain hand waved Ying, the Qi of Tai Su wrapped around the Dragon and Tiger Qi forms, turning them into pure white crystals, before crumbling in mid-air and turning into a sky of light dust.
The female crown landed on the ground amidst the countless light and dust, and looked at the crowd with a face like a thousand-year-old frost, with a deep coldness, “Young Master, if you want to hurt people in the True Martial Sect, you can’t!”
The pure white Qi of Tai Su had no momentum, it only lingered around the female crown, floating indefinitely. But the crowd who had seen the scene just now would not take this seemingly harmless white Qi as a decoration.
“Xuan Zhen, does your True Martial Sect really want to let a butcher on stage? The reputation of the Four Great Daoist Sects is not to be desecrated.” There seemed to be a thunderclap within Zhang Yuanchu’s body, and the path of clear qi unconsciously overflowed, full of compelling pressure.
“The “Three Days of Righteousness”, the supreme dharma of Mount Longhu, Zhang Yuanchu has already been initiated.” Shi Jue’s eyes were glowing with cash, and while looking at Zhang Yuanchu, he transmitted a voice to Xin Zhu.
The “Three Days of Righteousness”, whose full name is “Zheng Yi Ping Qi Three Days of Righteousness”, was created by the ancestor of Mount Longhu, and its origin is handed down from the Taoist Ancestor himself.
All the Taoist schools in the world are under the authority of the Taoist Ancestor, either personally or separately, and all respect the Taoist Ancestor as their source.
The Taoist sect of Tai Shang is a direct descendant of the Daoist Ancestor and is the rightful successor to the Daoist Ancestor. The teaching ancestor of Mount Longhu, on the other hand, is also a personal disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, but he is not the chosen successor of the Taoist Ancestor and is one head below Tai Shang.
He is not the chosen successor of the Daoist Ancestor, so he is one step below him. Apart from the core “Tai Shang Kai Tian Jing”, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Ancestor is said to have received most of the true teachings of the Taoist Ancestor.
This “Three Days of Righteousness” is the culmination of a lifetime of divine skill. Three days, meaning three clearings, is the root of clear energy and the source of Dao’s wonders.
The strength of Zhang Yuanchu was not to be underestimated, for he was able to begin the Three Days’ Righteousness Technique.
The man who faced him, Xuan Zhen, was also of palpitating strength. When Shi Jue saw the white qi, he felt that it was full of wondrous images, clearly invisible, but with an oppression as heavy as heaven and earth.
“Young Heavenly Master, slandering the new head of my True Martial Sect, is this an unending quarrel with my True Martial Sect?” Beneath Xuan Zhen’s calm face, there seemed to be waves of anger brewing, and the Qi of Tai Su was wrapped around the sleeves of his robe, and within it was a sharp Qi directed at Zhang Yuanchu.
“Eh?”
Amongst the crowd, an old man wearing grey robes, who appeared to be dying of old age, with white eyebrows covering his narrowed eyes suddenly gave a startled suspicion and whispered to himself, “What a strong sharp aura, such a sharp aura could at least be ranked in the top ten on the famous sword list in the past years.”
Next to him was the white-clad ‘Sword Son’ Yuan Jianyi, the contemporary great disciple of the Sword Dao Palace, who had also reached the True Dan realm, and whose sword energy was contained within his body, showing a supreme sharpness.
He too had a sense of the sword in Xuan Zhen’s sleeve, but not as powerful as the old man, and could only vaguely sense the extraordinary nature of that sword weapon.
“Young Heavenly Master, this is the succession ceremony for the new head of my True Martial Sect, you from Dragon Tiger Mountain are a guest, and my True Martial Sect naturally welcomes you. But if you speak out of turn and rumours seriously injure the head of my sect ——”
The Qi of Tai Su was completely stored in the sleeve, but the threat within it also reached its peak, the most extreme sharpness, piercing the eyebrows of people with sensitive spiritual senses. Xuan Zhen’s phoenix eyebrows were raised with awe-inspiring power as she said, “Although Dragon Tiger Mountain is strong, my True Martial Sect will not hesitate to fight.”
Her words were loud and clear, and she had the courage of a woman. The crowd found out today that this Su Maiden Peak Master, who used to be known for her medical skills and benevolence, actually had a spirit and strength that was no less than any Tong Shen.
“Then the True Martial Sect will wait for its reputation to be swept away.”
After Zhang Yuanchu finished speaking, he gathered up his boiling true qi and led the crowd from Dragon Tiger Mountain towards the mountain.
The rumours were slanderous, or the evidence was overwhelming, and afterwards, Mount Longhu would show it at the Succession Ceremony. Zhang Yuanchu was going to unmask Qing Yu in front of everyone and expose his true colours once and for all.
This time, no one will be able to save Qing Yu, Zhang Yuanchu said.
On top of the mountain peak, the white-haired Daoist with his hair draped over his mouth smiled as he turned to leave. The grand ceremony was about to begin, and it was time for Qing Yu to change his clothes and get ready for his grand entrance.
