I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 203: Dragon and Tiger Daozi, Operation Demon-Slaying

The night was as dark as ink and the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the towering ridges and palaces of Longhu Mountain.

Under the silver light, the layers of mountains look like the backbone of a giant beast, endless, quiet and deep.

The main hall of the Tianshi Mansion was brightly lit at this moment, and the dense fragrance and spiritual energy filled every corner of the hall like mist.

The faint sound of bells and chimes echoes endlessly, the melody is clear and distant, as if carrying an invisible Taoist charm, making people calm and peaceful, as if they are in a fairyland.

Deep in the hall, a jet-black stone tablet stands in the center.

A faint spiritual light flowed on the surface of the stone tablet, and engraved on it were the Tiangang List and Disha List, which were famous in the world of cultivation. The names of 108 top powerful people in the world were clearly shown on them.

Those names are like stars in the night sky, flickering, appearing and disappearing, and each character carries a legend.

At this moment, "Master Gaoxuan" Tian Yiming and "Divine Sword Immortal" Zhang Shouzhen were standing in front of the stone tablet with solemn expressions.

Where the two people's eyes fell, a line of words on the list was particularly eye-catching:

"Li Qingyun - Lieutenant of Kaifeng Prefecture, first on the list, ranked 26th among the Earthly Fiends. Reason for ranking: killed Tiger Tribe Demon King Tiger Lao San in Liaodong."

Tian Yiming raised his hand, gently stroking the smooth surface of the stone tablet with his fingertips, his eyes as deep as the night.

"Li Qingyun..." he whispered.

"How could an unknown captain of Kaifeng Prefecture kill Tiger Third? This doesn't seem like something an ordinary cultivator can do."

Zhang Shouzhen twirled his beard slightly, his brows slightly revealing a hint of solemnity, and he said thoughtfully:

"Uncle Master, the last time I went to Bianliang City to capture Xiao Wuli, I met this Li Qingyun once. At that time, he was just an ordinary lieutenant. Although he was young, he had already entered the Xiantian realm. His talent was indeed good."

He paused, a trace of confusion flashed across his face:
"But at the God's Descent Ceremony more than a month ago, I clearly saw him lose control and collapse, turning into a pool of blood and flesh... How come he is not only resurrected now, but also has a rapid increase in cultivation, and can even kill Tiger Third? This is too unbelievable."

Tian Yiming's eyes never left the stone tablet, his expression calm but thoughtful:

"Tiger Third is a notorious demon king in the north. He has reached the peak of the fifth realm and is famous for his demonic power and ferocity. Shouzhen, with your level of cultivation, if you fight him, what are your chances of winning?"

Zhang Shouzhen frowned slightly and answered carefully:
"It's not difficult to defeat it, but it's not easy to kill it. Tiger Lao San's body is strong and hard as black iron, and it's extremely fast. Even for me, I only have an 80% chance of taking its life."

Tian Yiming nodded slightly:
"If so, even if Li Qingyun's strength is inferior to yours, it is not much worse. He should be the undisputed number one combat force in Kaifeng Prefecture. When you go to Bianliang City this time, you can try to contact him. Perhaps he will become a sharp sword in our operation to eliminate demons."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shouzhen immediately bowed respectfully:

"Uncle Master, what you said is absolutely right. I will take note of it."

Tian Yiming smiled slightly, but his tone was still full of admonition:

"When you go to Bianliang City this time, you must pay more attention to your junior brother. He has a quick temper, is too murderous, and acts rashly. You must always keep an eye on him and don't let him get into any trouble."

Zhang Shouzhen smiled bitterly:
"Uncle Master, Junior Brother is a future Daoist disciple, and his cultivation is far superior to mine. My vitality has not yet fully recovered, how can I control him?"

Tian Yiming smiled lightly and spoke in a slightly slower tone:

"Do your best. This demon-killing operation is led by Emperor Donghua. Although Zhang Mingyi is arrogant, he won't dare to act too recklessly. You just need to watch over him and don't worry too much."

Hearing the words "Emperor Donghua", Zhang Shouzhen's face suddenly became solemn.

"Uncle Master, Emperor Donghua is the number one great cultivator on the Tiangang Ranking. He is usually hard to spot. This time, even he showed up in person to slay the demons. Is the situation in Bianliang City really that serious?"

Tian Yiming nodded slowly, his voice low:

"That's right. We originally thought that the spirit world only occasionally cracked, and the intersection between the real world and the spirit world was still within the controllable range. However, it now seems that the situation is much more complicated than we expected."

He paused for a moment, his eyes deep:

"The two worlds are slowly merging, and the alien races and monsters in the spirit world will gradually invade the human world. Before we find a way to completely reverse the current situation, we can only gather the strongest fighting force of the human race and sweep away these invading monsters.

“Not only Emperor Donghua, but also my senior brother Xu Jing, Huashan’s Chen Tuan, the Four Seas Dragon Clan, Shangdong Immortal and other masters have received the news, and they will also help at the critical moment.

“It is even rumored that several gods who became holy in the flesh during the Second God War will come in some form to help us.”

When Zhang Shouzhen heard these well-known names, instead of feeling relieved, he felt a deep sense of oppression in his heart.

He took a deep breath and bowed solemnly:
"Disciple understands that during this trip to Bianliang, I must go all out and join forces with all parties to destroy the demons, and live up to the trust of the master."

At this moment, a clear report came from outside the palace:
"Grandmaster, Feng Yaqin from Yuyuan Palace and his disciple Gao Ren'an want to see you."

Tian Yiming and Zhang Shouzhen looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Tian Yiming raised his hand and said, "Please come in."

"Please come in."

A moment later, two figures slowly walked in from the palace gate.

Feng Yaqin, dressed in white, was dignified and walked as slowly as flowing water. Li Qingyun followed behind her, lowering his head and keeping silent, acting cautiously.

This was his first time to come to the important area of ​​Longhu Mountain, and he was infinitely close to the location of the inheritance mission in the mysterious palace.

This thousand-year-old palace before us is like a door that is about to open, with endless mysteries and opportunities hidden behind it.

Li Qingyun felt the spiritual energy in the environment, tried hard to suppress his inner excitement, and stood in front of the hall.

Feng Yaqin walked to the center of the hall, her sleeves fluttering like clouds and water, and bowed respectfully:

"Disciple Yuyuan Palace Feng Yaqin greets Grandmaster Uncle and Grandmaster Uncle."

Li Qingyun followed behind and also bowed.

Tian Yiming nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the two of them and fell on Li Qingyun with a hint of calm scrutiny.

After a moment, he said to Feng Yaqin calmly:
"Thank you for training a good disciple for Longhu Mountain. Go back first. We have a few questions to ask Gao Ren'an alone."

Feng Yaqin didn't dare to act rashly in front of the two seniors. She could only nod to Li Qingyun, gave him a warning look, then bowed lightly, turned around and left the hall.

As Feng Yaqin left, the atmosphere in the hall became quiet for a moment, and the air became a little solemn.

Tian Yiming sat on the high platform, his eyes were like torches, and he spoke calmly:
"I am Tian Yiming, the temporary head of the Tianshi Mansion. This is your great-uncle Zhang Shouzhen.

"We have all heard about your story. We invited you here tonight just to verify it ourselves."

Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist's eyes flashed, and he flicked his five fingers lightly. A soft Taoist energy like flowing water flowed out from his palms and penetrated into Li Qingyun's body.

The energy was light and invisible, but it was like thousands of threads, carefully exploring his meridians and dantian.

Li Qingyun did not resist at all and let the breath flow through his body.

However, at this moment, a powerful and pure force suddenly awakened in his body, like a long-dormant dragon or snake turning over and coming out.

As the power exploded, a warm purple light suddenly appeared around Li Qingyun. The light did not carry a trace of hostility, but was like the dawn of the morning, full of sacred rhythm and natural harmony, just like the first rays of sunshine when the world was first created.

Along with the purple light, a small and exquisite Taoist infant slowly rose from above Li Qingyun's head and floated safely in the air.

The immortal infant was surrounded by a hazy primordial immortal aura, like mist and smoke, constantly flowing, as if the beginning and end of the entire universe were evolving in it.

The Dao Infant's skin is crystal clear and flawless like a jade carving. Every inch of its texture glows faintly and is engraved with traces of the Great Dao.

His eyes are lightly closed with a smile on his lips, like a newborn god, detached from this world, serene yet majestic.

At that moment, the atmosphere of the entire hall changed.

The originally quiet hall was now filled with an invisible sense of solemnity, as if the mysterious laws of nature were quietly flowing.

The light emanating from the Tao Infant seems to transcend the laws of the mortal world. It has the profoundness of ancient times, and also contains the vitality of infinite possibilities for the future.

Tian Yiming withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with great shock and awe:

"Infinite Immortal Infant..."

Building the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, forming the first-grade golden elixir, and becoming a dragon-tiger fairy infant, this is the path of the Taoist disciples of Longhu Mountain, and it is rarely seen in a hundred years.

However, this infinite immortal infant is in an even more terrifying realm - based on the infinite calamity path, it produces the Hongmeng Immortal Pill, and then gives birth to this immortal infant.

This method of creation of heaven and earth is only occasionally mentioned in the Taoist scriptures passed down by the gods in the upper realm, and it is almost like a vague and illusory legend of immortals.

Tian Yiming's eyes were deep, and he whispered to himself:
"It seems that what Feng Yaqin said is true... This child really got the chance to obtain the Heavenly Book Slate."

Even for a sect like Longhu Mountain that has stood for thousands of years, records of the infinite immortal infants only exist in ancient texts. They are not things from this mortal world. Only a divine object like the Heavenly Book from the upper realm can explain such a strange sight.

Tian Yiming's gaze fell back on Li Qingyun, with a hint of meaning in his eyes:
"You have formed a baby? Feng Yaqin said you are still in the Golden Core Stage."

Li Qingyun looked calm, nodded slightly, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:
"After returning from Lu Tong Temple, my true Qi has been stirring. I had an epiphany tonight and was able to successfully form a baby."

Although his words were humble, his restrained self-confidence was clearly visible, like the sharpness of a sword.

Tian Yiming was silent for a moment, weighing the options in his mind.

Finally, his tone became a little heavier:
"This matter is of great importance. To be on the safe side, I will lend you a strand of hair so that I can calculate your fate and origin. Do you have any objections?"

Li Qingyun did not hesitate at all. He reached out and pulled out the bamboo hairpin on his head, gently untied his hair, and then stood with his hands hanging down, looking calm:
"I will leave this disciple to the Grandmaster's disposal."

Tian Yiming nodded slightly, grabbed in the air, and the true Qi entwined with his fingertips. A strand of hair was swept into his palm like a light feather.

He held Li Qingyun's hair on his fingertips, and his eyes instantly became extremely deep.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

Tian Yiming's figure shook, and the true energy around his body rose up, spreading like golden clouds.

I saw a yang spirit rushing out of his body and transforming into a three-meter-tall Taoist body in the golden light. It looked like a god and was extremely majestic.

This Taoist body of the Yang God is like a candle illuminating the underworld, communicating the mysterious mysteries of heaven and invisible cause and effect.

A faint sound of wind was suddenly heard in the hall, like the whisper of a distant heaven echoing in the void.

Tian Yiming's yang spirit enveloped him like a tide, and that strand of hair seemed to have turned into a bond of fate, pulling the fate of "Gao Renan" to slowly emerge.

Li Qingyun suddenly felt that his fate as "Gao Renan" was being analyzed bit by bit by that mysterious and vast power.

Countless lines of cause and effect are entangled and swirling in his fate, as if to completely uncover his past.

However, at this critical moment, the magical power of "Bassnake Swallowing Elephant" surged, instantly sealing the secret in his own destiny, like a solid wall of steel, isolating all prying eyes from the outside.

Although the aura of Yangshen Dao body is strong, the suppression of this magical power is as unshakable as a rock.

After a moment, the golden light in the hall receded like the tide.

The three-meter-tall Taoist body slowly returned to Tian Yiming's body and merged with his physical body again.

Tian Yiming opened his eyes, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He raised his hand lightly, letting the strand of hair fly away with the wind, and said in a steady tone:

"Your fate is pure, and your Taoist roots are inherited from Longhu Mountain. With such qualifications and opportunities, you are qualified to be the successor of Longhu Mountain's Taoist disciples. If you are willing, when Mr. Xu Jing returns, he will personally grant you the oracles and teach you the Dragon and Tiger Orthodox Way."

Li Qingyun appeared calm on the surface, but there were waves of anxiety in his heart.

Becoming the heir of Daozi means that he will officially enter the core of Longhu Mountain and be qualified to peek into the secrets of Tianshi Mansion that have been sealed for thousands of years.

And those secrets are the key for him to complete the inheritance mission of the mysterious palace, and are also the ultimate goal of his trip.

Although he was agitated, Li Qingyun remained calm and only bowed slightly. His tone was respectful and firm:
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I am willing to do my best to practice and live up to the expectations of the master."

Tian Yiming nodded, his expression less inquiring and more satisfied.

But his tone immediately turned serious:
"However, if you want to become the successor of Daozi, it is not enough to just have cultivation. Longhu Mountain has always valued the character and conduct of cultivators. You still need to accept further tests."

He paused for a moment, and glanced at Li Qingyun with a hawk-like gaze:

"Now all the major sects have united to form a demon-slaying team to sweep away evil spirits everywhere. You will join this team immediately and go with Grandmaster Shouzhen and Grandmaster Zhang Mingyi to train together. This is not only a test of your character, but also an opportunity for you."

Li Qingyun did not hesitate at all, bowed with both hands, and said solemnly:

"Disciple will obey the master's order."

Just as the conversation between the two ended, a disciple rushed into the hall, looking flustered and breathless, and reported:
"Master, there is someone outside who wants to see you. He calls himself 'Wang Xuanfu.' He is followed by a strange man in strange clothes."

Hearing this name, Tian Yiming's expression suddenly shocked him, and he stood up quickly, his voice full of respect and excitement:
"It's Emperor Donghua! Please come in!"

However, before he could finish his words, a gust of wind suddenly swept in from outside the hall, hitting him in the face like a tsunami.

The lights hanging in the hall went out in an instant, and the curling incense smoke dissipated into nothingness in the wind. A powerful pressure came with the wind, like a river pouring down from the sky, instantly shrouding the hall in a solemn atmosphere.

The next moment, there was a loud "boom" and a beam of fire fell from the sky and went straight into the hall.

In the firelight, a young man in red stood in the air, holding a flaming spear in his hand, and a fiery divine power surrounded him.

He had two buns on his head and was barefoot in the air, his figure as bright and flamboyant as a flame.

The young man's brows were sharp, and the arrogance and majesty in his expression made people feel like they were facing a god who was about to ignite a war...

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(End of this chapter)