Longzang

Chapter 825 Weakling
Master Chuhe led Xiaoyu through the herb garden, showing him various herbs and explaining as they went. He then said, "Qingming was originally a combination of water and wood, which is particularly beneficial for the reproduction and growth of living beings. Later, Ancestor Huangyun passed away here, so Fangtian added a Jianmu Avenue, transforming Jiamu Shengxuan into Jianmu Shengxuan, further enhancing its power."

Therefore, the current Yaoyuan is only slightly behind Benshan, and given time, it is not impossible for it to surpass Benshan.

Xiao Yu was naturally impressed, and then took out the prescription written by Xu Henshui and showed it to Master Chuhe, sincerely asking what kind of medicinal materials should be used and how many years of medicinal effects are appropriate.

These pills are all meant for mortals, with the strongest being only at the Body Forging stage, so the medicinal materials cannot be too old.

Even so, each pill must be transformed into medicinal energy, then dissolved in strong liquor before it can be given to mortals. Each pill must be distributed to at least three hundred mortals to prevent any accidents.

Xiaoyu had no intention of comparing herself to Chuhe. As everyone knows, both Chuhe and Yu Zhizhuo have unique Dharma forms; they are rare auxiliary Dharma forms and are not known for their combat prowess.

In the Taichu Palace, there is no shortage of combat experts; rather, top-tier auxiliary Dharma forms are the rarest, hence everyone holds them in high esteem. Furthermore, the former Palace Master, True Lord Huangyun, had long ago determined that Chuhe was a person of good fortune, who, although not skilled in combat, would have a very smooth path in the future.

At this moment, Master Chuhe noticed that it was already noon and said, "Since you're here, nephew, have some lunch before you leave. My clear broth medicinal hot pot, paired with snowflake guinea pig slices, is absolutely divine!"

Xiao Yu didn't want to offend her elders, and besides, those who had stayed in Qingming for a long time couldn't be treated as ordinary fellow disciples. So Xiao Yu nodded in agreement, and Master Chuhe immediately pulled Xiao Yu to his residence.

The disciples had already prepared a pot of medicinal soup, and the old Taoist priest brought out several kinds of his own brewed wine. Xiaoyu couldn't refuse, and after tasting it, she found it to be truly a delicacy. So she ate and drank, and in the blink of an eye, her face flushed red, and she found herself somewhat unable to hold her liquor.

Master Chuhe laughed and said, "This wine of mine is not to brag, but it is the culmination of many years of hard work! It is based on the recipe of the Immortal Mountain Monkey Wine and has been improved several times. It also contains many rare medicinal herbs that are hundreds of years old. An ordinary Dharma Master would be knocked out after one pot, but you, my nephew, can drink three pots in a row. You can be said to have a huge capacity for alcohol."

Xiaoyu's thoughts were already wandering, and her emotions were on the verge of spiraling out of control. Her tongue was slurred as she said, "No, I can't drink anymore. There are still people in Yong'an City waiting to have their medicine prepared..."

Master Chuhe laughed and said, "No need to rush, it's not an acute illness. It will take at least ten days to fully cure it after taking the medicine. You can continue your practice after you finish this pot."

Xiao Yu felt uneasy and said, "Many people are sick, and some have already died. So I should go back as soon as possible. If you don't mind, Uncle-Master, I need to use my Dao power to sober up a bit."

The old Taoist priest sighed, "What a pity for my good wine..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out from above: "You've only just achieved the Dharma Form, and you're already drinking like this in broad daylight? What kind of behavior is this? Don't you need to consolidate your Dharma Form? Don't you need to refine your Dao power?"

Xiao Yu looked up and saw a female sword immortal standing in the air, her sword intent as pure and clear as an ancient glacier.

Before Xiaoyu could even ask, "Who are you?", the enraged Chuhe Zhenren beside her unleashed eight dazzling immortal swords, slashing directly at the female swordswoman in the air, while shouting, "Who are you, thief, daring to trespass into the Azure Nether Forbidden Land!"

Upon seeing the eight immortal swords, the female sword cultivator's previously stern face softened with mockery, and she coldly said, "These things of yours, do they even deserve to be called swords?"

A layer of sword light instantly emanated from her body, slicing away all eight of Master Chuhe's immortal swords. Two of them dissipated mid-flight. Master Chuhe let out a loud cry and fell backward.

Xiao Yu was shocked and quickly helped Chu He Zhenren up, angrily saying, "How dare you run wild on the territory of Tai Chu Palace! You really don't know what's good for you!"

The female swordsman said calmly, "I have already shown mercy, otherwise all eight swords would have been severed."

Xiao Yu frowned, and a great sun rose behind her. The Lesser Yang Star Lord was reborn, and the true fire of the sun condensed into a celestial sword in his hand. The sword light instantly extended a hundred feet and slashed down at the female sword cultivator.

The female swordsman's eyes lit up, and she said, "This is the true sword!"

A female immortal wielding a sword appeared above her head, blocking Shaoyang Xingjun's sword strike, but was forced back several feet by the blow. Shaoyang Xingjun couldn't help but look at her with newfound respect, praising, "To be able to withstand my full-force sword strike, you are quite extraordinary, girl."

This is the first time since his birth that Shaoyang Xingjun has been able to speak a normal sentence.

As they exchanged sword blows, Xiaoyu finally recognized her opponent: "You're a disciple of the Sword Palace?" "Sword Palace, Shangguan Qianmo! What, do you remember anything?"

Xiaoyu was taken aback and somewhat embarrassed, saying, "Wasn't the ceremony canceled? What are you doing here?"

Shangguan Qianmo coldly said, "I traveled thousands of miles to the Xiao family only to find that you had already left. You couldn't even wait seven days, and you didn't do what you promised. I want to see what important matter could make you disregard even the most basic etiquette and promises."

When they arrived, they found the esteemed descendant of the Xiao family completely drunk in the middle of the day.

Xiaoyu retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! I have important business to attend to and need your help, Uncle. What's wrong with having lunch here with you?"

"Official business? A few hundred headaches and fevers of ordinary people, not a plague or serious illness, are you calling it important business? You've disappointed me greatly."

Xiao Yu's face darkened, but he didn't know how to refute her for a moment. He had been away from Qingming for a long time and naturally didn't know the significance of mortals to Wei Yuan. He just saw that everyone was particularly concerned about mortal matters, so he followed suit and worked hard for them. As for the significance, upon reflection, it really didn't mean much to his path to immortality.

He couldn't think of a retort, but Master Chuhe next to him struggled to his feet, pointed at Shangguan Qianmo and cursed: "You vicious woman, hundreds or thousands of lives, you just talk about them so lightly? How do the disciples of Taichu Palace act? When has your Sword Palace ever needed to tell us what to do?"
"You've just cultivated for longer, your cultivation level has been built up over the years. Hmph, you look young, but you're probably several years older than me. I should be calling you Senior Sister."

Shangguan Qianmo's face turned ashen with rage, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. A sword intent between his brows was about to be unleashed.

But just as this sword intent emerged, several chilling killing intents locked onto Shangguan Qianmo, instantly making her realize that if this sword energy were unleashed, she didn't know whether the old Taoist would die or not, but she was doomed.

Shangguan Qianmo, recalling Wei Yuan's godlike skills, felt a chill run down her spine, thinking it was Wei Yuan playing tricks again. That's why she didn't actually shoot the sword. Otherwise, the old Taoist would most likely have lost his head.

But this only fueled her anger. Sword Immortals are straightforward by nature, and she immediately said, "Xiaoyu, you even broke your promise to my Sword Palace just to drink and brag with this old... old Taoist?"

She was too embarrassed to utter the word "scoundrel," but the old Taoist wasn't going to let her off the hook. He stiffened his neck and said, "What, you want to curse me? Aren't all sword cultivators straightforward? I don't think so. There are plenty of cowards among them who can't even bring themselves to curse someone properly! Do you want to call me a scoundrel, or a piece of trash and a weakling?"

Xiao Yu's face immediately darkened. Chu He Lao Dao had served Qing Ming diligently for many years, and Xiao Yu held him in high esteem, addressing him as "Uncle-Master" even though they were of the same cultivation level. This was something he couldn't allow an outsider to humiliate him so easily.

In the eyes of a true disciple of the Taichu Palace, someone insulting their fellow disciple is almost the same as insulting them.

Shangguan Qianmo frowned slightly. Although he was quite angry with the old Taoist, he still understood the bigger picture and barely swallowed his anger. He said coldly, "I didn't say that."

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist snorted and said, "I knew you wouldn't dare!"

Xiao Yu's expression changed. These words were clearly a prelude to a life-or-death duel. He couldn't bear to see Master Chuhe get hurt, so he stood up, ready to take over the fight.

Even with her excellent self-control, Shangguan Qianmo was now burning with anger. If she didn't speak up, she would be seen as a coward, and her clear-sighted sword heart might be tarnished.

She immediately raised her eyebrows, her phoenix eyes flashing with power, and said, word by word, "Then I'll say it again: Useless! Weakling!"

At this moment, an extremely terrifying majesty descended, instantly rendering everyone present unable to move, even Shaoyang Xingjun was forced back! This majesty was far beyond what Yu Jing could possess; it was already the majestic power of immortals!

Then an angry voice rang out, startling everyone so much that their vision went black: "Weakling? Why does being weak necessarily mean being a chicken?"

Shangguan Qianmo barely managed to turn his head and saw a small, bright red chick, about the size of a palm, perched on a nearby tree. It was staring intently at him, its eyes bloodshot, and a single feather on its head stood upright like an angry battle flag.

Seeing Shangguan Qianmo looking over, the chicken became even more enraged and said, "What's wrong with the chicken? Did I eat your spirit rice?!"

(End of this chapter)