The Heavens: From Knowing Whether You Rule the World

Chapter 132 Ten years!

Qingyunmen, Tongtian Peak.

In the main hall, agarwood candles were burning silently, with wisps of smoke floating up.

On the main seat, Chu Hong, dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, sat in meditation with his eyes closed. His every move was filled with Taoist mysticism.

Not long after, the six sect leaders and the most outstanding disciples of each sect arrived one after another.

There are both new faces and old faces.

Lu Xueqi, dressed in white, with a beautiful face and a cold and stunning temperament. Qi Hao, dressed in the chief's clothes, with an extraordinary demeanor. Lin Jingyu, full of righteousness and high spirits. Zeng Shushu, handsome, elegant in conversation, and bright in eyes.

Song Daren is a simple, honest and tall man. Wenmin is always good at socializing and kind to others.
Several people looked at Chu Hong who was sitting quietly, and no one stepped forward to interrupt him.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but under the dark green Taoist robe, Chu Hong’s every move was quite majestic, as if Daoxuan was present in person.

After about half a minute, Chu Hong pointed to the sky with his left hand and drew a line on the ground with his right hand. A Tai Chi diagram spanning the hall slowly shrank and was stored in it.

In this way, Chu Hong finished his work.

Many people looked at the Tai Chi diagram when Chu Hong was finishing his exercise, their eyes moving with a hint of horror.

In the past ten years, he has been learning Taoism from the sect leader Daoxuan, and from time to time he would go to the sect's forbidden area, the Huanyue Cave, to practice.

When he had something to do, he would practice in the Yuqing Palace. When he had nothing to do, he would go to the Huanyue Cave. He was reluctant to waste even a minute.

His natural talent is rare throughout the ages. Now he is practicing so hard and diligently. No one knows how deep his cultivation is and how profound his Taoism is.

Chang Jian, a disciple of Tongtian Peak, was not too surprised, because he had seen more horrifying scenes.

Three years ago, this man seemed to have made a great breakthrough in Taoism. He often practiced fighting skills with the sect leader, and every move of his was shocking.

Before such a scene, a Tai Chi diagram the size of a hall was already a small scene.

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk."

Chu Hong took a deep breath and looked at the crowd, his words carrying a sense of unquestionable authority.

"Recently, a strange light suddenly shot up into the sky from a large swamp in the west. This light continued for several days, and rumors spread all over the world that a rare treasure would be born.

Originally, the spiritual objects sent down from heaven should only be possessed by those with virtue. As the leader of the righteous Qingyun sect, I have no intention of snatching them away.

However, the evil cults have gathered here and are marching westward in large numbers, and there may be intentions of fighting for the territory.

It would be fine if this rare treasure was fake, but if it was real, it would bring disaster to the world if someone got hold of it.

Therefore, I asked you to come to Tongtian Peak in order to select people to go to the Western Swamp to investigate this matter."

Chu Hong didn't exchange pleasantries, but went straight to the point, speaking briefly and to the point.

"I don't know, but who were selected this time?"

The chief Taoist priest Tianri of Chaoyang Peak smiled politely and said that there were few talented people in Chaoyang Peak and it was really difficult to get by.

Therefore, he really didn't want the disciples of Chaoyang Peak to get involved in this mess.

Chu Hong saw through Tianri's thoughts at a glance, but did not point it out. "This time, the three great sons of the Demon Cult will also gather in the Western Lake. It is an opportunity for young people from both the righteous and the evil to compete. I want to go to the Western Lake myself and select a few others to go with me."

As soon as these words came out, Tianri's face changed slightly, and he quickly changed his tone, and was the first to express his opinion, "Chaoyang Peak will definitely be chosen by my nephew at will."

He was not stupid. With just this sentence, "I want to go to the Western Marsh myself, and select a few others to go with me," he had already analyzed the nature of this trip to the Western Marsh.

Well. Similar to The Wild Five.

Whoever goes is destined to rise to the top.

Chu Hong did not look at the sun, but looked at the people below. "The three young masters of the Demon Sect are all of Shangqing strength, which is really extraordinary. Therefore, this trip to the west is for the three righteous sects to go together to eliminate the demons."

"Shangqing?"

Zeng Shushu was shocked. In Qingyun's generation, only Senior Brother Chu and Senior Sister Lu broke through to Shangqing. Is the younger generation of the Demon Cult so powerful?

Chu Hong nodded slightly. The magic of this generation has declined a bit, but the gold content of the top young generation is not low.

If it weren't for a figure like Daoxuan who severely damaged the Demonic Path, after the Demonic Cult had accumulated power for two or three hundred years, the Demonic Path would have flourished.

Gui Li, Qin Wuyan, and Jin Ping'er, these three are all first-rate demons, and they are indeed not bad.

Of course, for Yu Chuhong, it was just not bad.

After ten years of cultivation in Huanyue Cave, people with high talent can indeed make rapid progress in their cultivation.

In recent years, Daoxuan liked to go to the ancestral temple to sweep the floor and meditate when he had nothing to do. Wan Jianyi and the fake-dead Cangsong were both there. When Daoxuan occasionally taught him, Wan Jianyi would also say a word or two.

With three great masters gathered together to teach him, his cultivation level would not be any worse than that of his mentor Tian Buyi.

At least, speaking solely from the perspective of cultivation, among the seven sects, except for Tian Buyi, none of them can compare to Chu Hong!

Chu Hong looked at the few people, "Lu Xueqi and Wen Min from Xiaozhu Peak, Song Daren from Dazhu Peak, Zeng Shushu from Fenghui Peak, Lin Jingyu from Longshou Peak, and Chang Jian from Tongtian Peak. That's all!"

Shang Zhengliang, the head of Luoxia Peak, had a slightly changed expression. Surprisingly, there were no people from Luoxia Peak or Chaoyang Peak among the candidates selected this time.

"Junior Brother Chu, there are many outstanding disciples at Chaoyang Peak, and Chu Yuhong from Luoxia Peak is also quite accomplished!"

Shang Zhengliang smiled and gave some suggestions.

However, as he spoke, his tone became less confident.

Outstanding is a relative term. Chu Yuhong is at the sixth level of Yuqing. If the demon really has Shangqing strength, then he is really not good enough.
Chu Hong laughed and said, "Whether in Qingyun or outside, we are all working hard for the prosperity of the righteous path. Uncle Shang, don't mind."

Shang Zhengliang sighed slightly, but said nothing more.

"I have something else to do at this time. Please choose a time to set off and we will meet at the Western Lake."

As he spoke, Chu Hong glanced at Lu Xueqi, who was as cold as the moon, and his eyes moved slightly.

Lu Xueqi glanced at Chu Hong with her cold eyes, nodded slightly and said nothing.

"If there's nothing else, let's just go!"

Several people immediately agreed and had no objections.

The elder generation of the seven sects' leaders immediately stood up and walked out of the hall one after another.

Qi Hao, the head of Longshou Peak, a young man, stood up gracefully and gently, bowed slightly and saluted.

The new abbot of Chaoyang Peak, Tianri, was a figure from the older generation, but it was his first time as abbot. He immediately stood up, did not salute, but greeted with a smile.

Most of the group had left, leaving only Chu Hong and Lu Xueqi.

Chu Hong sighed slightly. In the past ten years, Daoxuan had been suppressing his injuries and had the intention of retreating behind the scenes.

As a result, Chu Hong was responsible for handling most of the affairs.

However, sometimes a high position does not necessarily mean a good thing.

The older generation is of a higher generation, so some things are really not easy for them to implement.

At least, he had to be polite when speaking.

Look at your peers, look at the sensible Qi Hao, that is the attitude a leader should have.

Well, he is not the head yet, and the attitudes of the other leaders are also okay.

Even so, Chu Hong could vaguely foresee the attitude of the older generation's leaders after he took office.

It’s difficult to deal with!
If there is no other option, I can only beat people!
Looking at the beautiful and cold Lu Xueqi, Chu Hong slowly walked down the stairs and took her fair little hand.

Icy cool and soft.

"Xueqi, you are the only one in the Upper Purity Realm besides me among the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. We need you to be more cautious on this journey."

"Ah."

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, and her cold and aloof self became a little gentler.

The land of China is vast and boundless. In the southwest, there is a swamp that people are afraid of, called the Death Swamp.

In this place, it rains seven or eight days out of ten in a year. It is damp and cold, with countless poisonous insects and vicious beasts, as well as exotic flowers and plants that devour living things. It is also filled with poisonous miasma. For hundreds of years, it has been one of the most dangerous places in the world.

To the east of the Death Swamp, there is a desolate and dilapidated village called Dawang Village.

One day, a loud shout was heard on the street of Dawang Village. Someone shouted loudly: "I can predict the future of thirty years and fifty years. I can tell the fortune of the future with my accurate mouth and judge the yin and yang with my pen. Come and see me!"

At first glance, it was a worn-out wooden table with a bamboo pole hanging next to it and a piece of canvas with the words "Xianren Zhilu" written on it.

Beside the wooden table, an old man with extraordinary bearing was shouting loudly, while a pretty girl was lying on the table with a look of despair on her face.

These two people, one named Zhou Yixian and the other named Xiaohuan, are a grandfather and grandson who travel around the world telling fortunes.

Xiaohuan was feeling hopeless when suddenly her eyes blurred and she saw a person standing in front of the wooden table.

This is a young man with a slightly pale face and a very good demeanor.

"Girl, I want to read your fortune."

The young man smiled faintly and looked calm.

Zhou Yixian, who had been shouting all the time, saw someone wanting to have his fortune told, and hurried forward, "Sir, do you want to see fortune or love? Do you want to see face, palm, or fortune-telling?" The young man hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to go into the Death Swamp to see my fortune, fortune-telling."

Zhou Yixian was delighted and laughed, "No problem, please take a seat, sir. But let me make it clear in advance, we are the true disciples of our ancestors, and our physiognomy is unparalleled. We charge ten taels of silver for one look."

The young man was startled and asked, "So expensive?"

Zhou Yixian smiled but did not answer.

The young man turned his eyes and looked at Xiao Huan, "Okay!"

As he spoke, the young man put pen to paper, and the three words appeared in an instant.

"Qin Wuyan?"

Xiao Huan couldn't help but read it out loud, and then her eyes lit up, and she said: "Sir, your name contains the word [Yan], which originally represents the yang of double fire, but it is suppressed by the word [Wu], which means feminine. The word [Qin] represents the west, so it will be beneficial for you to go to the cold and gloomy west!"

She gently placed the white paper on the table. "The Western Dead Swamp is a damp place. Your luck must be good."

Qin Wuyan seemed to be relieved and smiled, "Thank you, young lady."

As he said this, he put down twenty taels of silver.

Zhou Yixian, who had been watching, was startled. "Sir, what are you doing?"

Qin Wuyan said calmly: "I have a friend, please tell me a fortune for him too."

Xiao Huan was startled, but Qin Wuyan took the paper and pen and slowly wrote, "His name is Gui Li!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bustling street suddenly became quiet. Some people quietly retreated, while others quietly approached. Human figures were vaguely visible on the street corners and rooftops.

The sky suddenly became a little gloomy.

Xiao Huan pushed the white paper over and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir. For fortune telling, the person must write it in person before the fortune telling can be done."

Qin Wuyan was not angry either, he smiled slightly, "Really?"

Qin Wuyan had no intention of leaving, so he just stood there quietly.

Xiaohuan's face changed slightly, and she was about to say something when suddenly a cold wind blew, the sky suddenly darkened, and the wind blew up the dead leaves, sweeping all over the sky.

The cold wind suddenly grew stronger, with a shrill whistling sound. It seemed as if a cold gaze fell on this place, bringing a chill to the bones.

At this time, the white paper could not withstand the cold wind and was blown up all of a sudden.

The next moment, the cold wind disappeared quietly, and the white paper floated down slowly and fell silently.

The shadow of a man in a black robe appeared, and he picked up a pen, "Girl, tell the fortune!"

Xiao Huan was startled, then looked at Bai Zhi, "Ghost Li?"

These two characters are far from being as beautiful as those written by Qin Wuyan. The strokes are heavy, clumsy and unrefined, but each and every stroke is extremely clear. The force seems to be restrained between the strokes, but it seems unable to be suppressed at the end of each stroke, revealing a slight edge. A sense of pride comes to the face.

"Girl, please help me check my fortune. I want to go to the Death Swamp too."

Xiao Huan looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Sir, with a name like this, it's obvious that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, so why are you asking me?"

Qin Wuyan suddenly laughed, "You are wrong, young lady. The Heavenly Demon King created the world, and the Holy Mother of the Underworld created all living things. These are eternal and true facts. How can you not believe them?"

The Demon Cult has always revered the Two Saints, and although Qin Wuyan said this in a light tone, it seemed as if he was questioning them.

On the street, invisible pressure suddenly rose.

Gui Li turned around slightly, and the two looked at each other with extreme coldness.

"Poison Prince?"

Gui Li's smile disappeared.

"Blood Prince!"

Qin Wuyan's smile disappeared.

At this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly brightened, the sun shone on the earth, and people felt warm.

"Girl, I'm going to the Western Lake too, why don't you test it for me?"

A faint voice sounded in the ears of Gui Li and Qin Wuyan, signaling them to make way.

Gui Li and Qin Wuyan's faces changed and they both looked towards the direction of the wooden table.

One of them smiled politely and pushed the two people away.

Too fast, too quiet!
Qin Wuyan could no longer maintain his calmness, and a rare look of panic appeared on his face.

Even if Gui Li came, he could see him from a distance, but this one...
"Squeak!"

On the young man's shoulder, a gray monkey was chewing fruit, looking around and pointing in various directions from time to time.

After this finger, Qin Wuyan's face looked even worse.

In some places, his people are hiding; in some places, his people are not hiding, probably Gui Li's people.

A casual look at this little monkey shows that it can penetrate gold and stone and is not blocked by any obstructions.

At this time, the young man's handwriting was also finished.

"Chu Hong, courtesy name Zifeng?"

Several people looked at it carefully. The characters were written in a flamboyant style, with an astonishing aura that was not affected by the situation, and had a sense of magnanimity.

Even though Qin Wuyan and Gui Li couldn't read characters, they knew that the characters were extraordinary.

"Sir, with Chu as your surname, you can distinguish right from wrong. Hong means vast and knowledgeable. Zifeng is needless to say, he has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix.

This fate is destined to be rich and powerful, the top of the world. Hmm, it’s a little unclear. "

Xiaohuan was a little surprised, as there were very few destinies that she couldn't see clearly.

Even Brother Gui Li, who was destined to be the Demon of Chaos, was seen clearly by her.

Can’t you see this one?

"However, your fate is extraordinary. No matter what happens on this trip, it will definitely be auspicious."

Zhou Yixian, who had been watching, looked at his granddaughter in surprise. Does she have such an amazing destiny?

Xiaohuan nodded slightly, not daring to say anything.

Chu Hong smiled with satisfaction and gently put down ten taels of silver.

"Thank you!"

After the divination, Chu Hong straightened his clothes and looked at Qin Wuyan and the somewhat silent Gui Li.

"Meeting is fate, see you again if fate permits!"

The gentle voice was so calm, and under the two people's fixed gazes, Chu Hong disappeared out of thin air.

I couldn't even see his shadow, and I didn't even know how he walked.

The hint of oppressive aura he left behind before he left made Qin Wuyan retreat seven steps.

Qin Wuyan forced a smile, "This senior brother of Master Xue is truly extraordinary."

"He is the best of his generation. He reached the Upper Pure Realm after practicing Taoism for eight years. Now he has practiced Taoism for eighteen years. You and I are naturally no match for him."

Gui Li was very calm.

Compared to the nervous Qin Wuyan, Gui Li believed that person would not kill him.

Like, he wouldn't hurt that one.

Qin Wuyan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked bitterly: "How far do you think he has gone?"

Feel?

Gui Li's eyes narrowed slightly. When Qin Wuyan said this, he remembered a familiar feeling.

At that time, I was at the second level of Yuqing, and he was at the sixth level of Yuqing!

Same feeling!

Has he come that far in these ten years?
Even though Gui Li found it a little bit unbelievable, he felt that he was right.

After a moment's silence, he said, "Both the righteous and the evil, defend ten and fight for five!"

"So exaggerated?"

Qin Wuyan was stunned. He had thought a lot about it, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated.

Gui Li looked at Qin Wuyan and suddenly smiled, "You overestimate the people in the world, and underestimate him."

As he spoke, he walked away and disappeared in an instant.

Qin Wuyan looked at this scene, frowned slightly, and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)