Immortality: I can absorb the memories of the dead.

Chapter 23: The Country Has Changed, But the Sun and Moon Remain the Same

boom--!
There was a loud bang, and the thousand-foot-high peak was cut in half, leaving a mirror-smooth surface. The upper half of the mountain slowly slid down to the ground, causing an earthquake. The wild animals in the jungle were all terrified and fled frantically.

Looking at the sword in Zhou Yi's hand again, it had turned into powder.

That long sword couldn't even withstand the power of his sword!

Liu Ruyan: “()?”

Ye Wuming: "(ω*)!"

Lingxuzi: "(灬')!"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then their pupils suddenly shrank, the hair on their bodies stood up, goose bumps covered the ground, and their heartbeats accelerated wildly.

Zhou Yi’s strength was far beyond their imagination; his strength must be at the level of a Martial Saint!
If we fight him, wouldn't that be like throwing meat buns at a dog, automatically delivering ourselves to the enemy?
After a moment, the old and experienced Lingxuzi was the first to react and immediately bowed and said:
"I never thought that Senior's swordsmanship was so profound. I just didn't recognize the pearl, please forgive me."

Liu Ruyan and Ye Wuming also expressed their opinions immediately.

"Senior, this is a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding."

Zhou Yi didn't even look at the three people. He just picked up a new sword and swung it out again.

A real man should keep his word. If they don't leave, they will die. Since they didn't leave before, they naturally don't need to leave now.

There was another shocking sword light, and the three major sects followed the footsteps of the Ring-Bound Walker with screams.

Da Zong is now nothing more than an ant in front of him.

"This Sword-drawing and Sky-slashing Technique is indeed powerful. With my current strength, if I use normal sword moves, the sword light can only reach a distance of 600 to 700 meters at most. But with the bonus of the Sword-drawing and Sky-slashing Technique, it has reached a distance of 10,000 meters! It is more than ten times longer!
This technique can no longer be described as a simple technique, it even contains a few special rules that far surpass those of martial arts."

Of course, it is indeed very life-threatening.

Zhou Yi looked at the back of his hand and saw a wrinkle already appearing.

No wonder the previous Sword Saint Lu Qingfeng died so early.

You know, although a martial saint is not a powerful immortal who can live for a thousand years, according to records, he can live for four or five hundred years, but Lu Qingfeng only lived for a hundred years.
The immortality fruit in his body vibrated, and his vitality was replenished again. Zhou Yi regained his appearance at the age of eighteen.

Young and handsome!
Zhou Yi grabbed at the void, and although several people died, the energy of cultivation in their bodies would not dissipate instantly, but would be temporarily stored in this world. Zhou Yi absorbed it directly and absorbed the memories from the other party's broken flesh at the same time.

[This Martial Saint inheritance cannot fall into the hands of these three people. I must find a way to get it. ]

[The Dragon Swordsman Ye Wuming and I had a night of romance. We can join forces later. We can launch a sneak attack and severely injure one of them, and then force the other to retreat. It is much better to share it with two people than with four.]

[Liu Ruyan is just a woman and is not worth worrying about. Although Pei Tianlong's IQ is not high, his skills cannot be underestimated. I can use him to deal with Ye Wuming and defeat him one by one.]

[Humph, you three bastards, you are so arrogant that you look down on me, Fei. I will let you know how powerful I, Pei, am later! ]

"The intrigues among the people in the underworld are as fierce as those in the imperial court."

Zhou Yi shook his head.

The Heavenly Prison is still more comfortable. You don’t have to think about anything and just live safely.

After being out for so long, it's time to go back.

Sensing that there were many auras coming towards this side from all directions, Zhou Yi did not stay and turned around and left.

A few hours later, in a tavern in Chu.

"Good wine!"

Zhou Yi drank a bowl of Chu-style thatch-flavored wine, and his spleen and stomach were filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Different from the elegant flavor of Kyoto's Xinghua Wine, it is said that the brewing technology of Chu's Maoxiang Wine is exquisite. The wine-making raw materials are fermented and the dregs are removed, and then filtered through wrapped Mao. This makes the wine clear and pure, and has the special aroma of Mao. It is unique and a rare delicacy.

I tried it today and it really has a different flavor.

Unfortunately, before he could relax for a moment, the internal energy began to circulate on its own and the effect of the alcohol disappeared.

This made Zhou Yi sigh.

As his power grew, so did his taste for fine wine and food.

"Oh, right, my Daoxian Gourd can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If I store it in the Daoxian Gourd and add the spiritual energy to the wine, can't I create a fine wine that warriors can taste?"

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, and he prepared to buy hundreds more jars when he left.

While tasting the famous Chu dish beggar's chicken, he listened to the diners' discussion. It started from when he left Kyoto and the court organized a large army to march north to attack the barbarians.

Then the imperial army was defeated and an army of 200,000 from the Northern Mang Grassland was approaching the city.

In the past, the Daqian Emperor Li Qingyun was tied to a chariot and called the Gatekeeper Emperor.

Later, the Daqian court deposed the emperor and nominated Prince Cheng Li Qingxuan to succeed the throne.

The emperor and his subjects were united, the army and the people were of one mind, and they defeated the Northern Mang army, lifted the siege of the capital, and ended the war. From then on, the world was able to enjoy peace again.
"I never thought that during my retreat, Daqian would even change its emperor to Li Qingxuan. Li Xuanqing, that kid actually became the emperor. It's true that destiny is unpredictable."

Zhou Yi shook his head and saw a few gangsters on their way in.

"Waiter, hurry up and bring two jars of good wine. My throat is so thirsty that it's about to smoke."

"Here it comes~!"

The waiter immediately brought some good wine. After those people gulped down a large bowl of it, they started shouting at the top of their lungs.

"You didn't see it with your own eyes. It was a thousand-foot-high mountain! It took a long time to climb it! And in the end, it was cut in half by a sword."

"Oh my god! Is this true? This is too exaggerated!"

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Almost all the big forces and big figures in Chuzhou, including the Chu Palace, Tianjian Sect, Yunxiao Cave, and Huoyun Palace, have gone there. It is said that there are also masters from other places who are rushing to Longtan Lake in an endless stream.

Now several forces are in a tense confrontation, all wanting to visualize the sword intent left on that mountain. A fight could break out at any time. Once a fight breaks out, hehe, it will be a good show to watch."

"Hiss! Do those sects dare to compete with the Chu Palace?"

"What is there to be afraid of? The new emperor has just ascended the throne. The Queen Mother controls the government, the civil officials control the government, and the military officers control the government. The emperor himself can't take care of himself, so how can he have time to take care of the princes below?

These sects are originally masters who do not care about worldly affairs and concentrate on cultivation. There are also masters at the level of major sects. On weekdays, they do not obey the court and do not listen to orders. Now that the Daqian government is in chaos, they are even more reckless. "

"That doesn't mean we have to confront the palace head-on, right? You know, the world is still in Daqian's hands."

"If it was an ordinary sword intent, no one would fight for it. Think about it, a thousand-foot peak was cut off with one sword. What kind of strength is this? Apart from the Martial Saint, who else can reach this level?"

"Hiss! Martial Saint!"

When everyone in the restaurant heard this, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

It’s so terrifying, he is actually a Martial Saint.

He is a master who only exists in legends, like a dragon that can only be seen once in a century.

For people like them, being fortunate enough to meet a powerful person from a great sect in their lifetime is already very remarkable, not to mention a person at the level of Martial Saint.

No wonder so many forces are trying their best to snatch it.

Zhou Yi heard this and speculated in his heart.

There is no lack of exaggeration in what these people talk about, but no matter how exaggerated it is, it is based on certain facts.

This means that even if his current physical strength has not reached the level of Martial Saint, it must be at the peak of the sect, and he is only a stone's throw away from becoming a Martial Saint.

Looking at the entire Daqian, there is probably no one who can reach this level of physical strength when cultivating the Innate Yin God, right?

It is actually a good thing. At least I don’t have to worry about anyone being able to beat me in the same realm. Even if I meet a Martial Saint, I seem to be able to fight him.

After three rounds of drinks, Zhou Yi paid for the food and drinks, and asked the shopkeeper to buy a hundred jars of Maoxiang wine. The shopkeeper was naturally grinning from ear to ear, and immediately told his son to take the waiter to the backyard to get the wine for Zhou Yi.

The shopkeeper's young master took Zhou Yi to the shed where wine was stored in the backyard. The wine jars were buried underground and were bigger than vats. The wine in front was freshly brewed.

"Sir, where is your carriage? I need to buy a hundred jars of wine, and it will take more than a few carriages to move them."

Zhou Yi smiled indifferently.

"I have my own way, you don't need to worry."

Before they started pouring wine, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the inn.

A few people looked forward through the corridor and saw several men in black armor jumping off tall horses and walking straight to the shopkeeper.

"Old boy, our young leader is going to marry a concubine today, bring out all the wine in your house!"

(End of this chapter)