I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 518 Go and fetch your mother

Inside the Qingyang Palace.

Inside a lonely attic.

A Taoist priest who looked to be no more than thirty years old stood at the window of the pavilion, taking in everything that was happening in the square outside the main hall of Qingyang Palace.

He showed no anger, but rather a hint of smugness.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a purple robe, lean and upright like a pine tree, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome face. He exuded a Taoist immortal's ethereal and otherworldly aura, with a refreshing divine light that made people forget the mundane world upon seeing him.

However, the words that came out of his mouth were completely inconsistent with his status and demeanor.

"It would be better if this damned Divine Firmament Sword Formation were defeated and wiped out, so that my Green Sheep Palace could save some food."

"My Qingyang Palace is already struggling to attract worshippers. At least if I raise a pig, I can slaughter it and eat the meat. But these guys are just gluttons who only take in and never give out. They think they're the boss just because that woman is riding on my head and pooping and peeing on me."

"Snapped!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a snap was heard.

A white whisk struck the purple-robed Taoist's face, leaving it bright red, as if he had received a resounding slap.

Immediately afterwards, a clear, cold voice rang out from the attic.

"Wu Lingsu, don't forget, who gave you this damned title of King of Qingcheng? It wasn't that old emperor who had the power to speak, it was me!"

Clearly, the purple-robed Taoist priest is none other than Wu Lingsu, the nominal master of Qingyang Palace and the King of Liyang Qingcheng!

The King of Qingcheng, who had been slapped hard across the face by the whisk, did not turn his head. He continued to look at the square below and sneered, "Zhao Yutai, if I had been able to foresee meeting you when I was young, I would not have bothered to refine that damn pill. Instead, I would have studied swordsmanship. With my talent and comprehension, how could you possibly be my match?"

"All you're good for is your mouth. What else do you have to offer besides that?"

The voice came from beside Wu Lingsu, sounding extremely cold and full of disdain.

"A coward like you, afraid of death and pain, and only good at doing things halfway, can you endure the hardship of sword practice? I'd rather believe you're having an affair with that Consort Zheng than believe that."

"You can hit people randomly, but you can't say things randomly," Wu Lingsu said calmly.

"Snapped!"

The spirited whisk then slapped Wu Lingsu across the face again.

Now both of his cheeks were red and swollen.

Zhao Yutai, holding a whisk, also appeared at the window of the pavilion.

Compared to the average woman, she was quite tall, and her face, which was not particularly pretty to begin with, had a hideous scar that made her look rather frightening.

In addition, her expression was extremely cold, which gave people a chilling feeling.

Looking at the figure in the square who had easily broken the Divine Firmament Sword Formation and slaughtered all the Taoists who had set it up, a hint of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

“This person was able to break the Divine Firmament Sword Formation so easily and slaughter everyone in the blink of an eye. He is no ordinary person.” Zhao Yutai flicked his whisk and frowned, “He is at least at the Profound Realm, and may even be at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.”

"Pointing to the Mysterious? Celestial Phenomena?!"

Wu Lingsu looked surprised and asked, "There are only so many Zhi Xuan masters in the martial arts world. Do you know this person?"

Zhao Yutai frowned even more: "Never seen him before. Such a young Zhixuan must be someone of great importance. There must be a reason why he suddenly came to the mountain. Go and meet him."

Upon hearing this, Wu Lingsu's face fell: "You're not going?"

He knew his own limitations and knew he was no match for the man who had dominated the square. He was genuinely worried about facing him alone.

The other party is a ruthless person who is quick to take lives.

"When it's my turn to step forward, I will step forward."

Zhao Yutai left these words behind and turned to leave.

Wu Lingsu and she were husband and wife in name only for more than ten years. He rarely saw her grotesque and miserable face, but occasionally he would glance at her strong back, which was no less than his own.

He knew very well that he owed most of his success to her.

Her ability to enter the palace and be granted the title of king was all her doing.

Wu Lingsu could never fathom her thoughts. She only knew that she used a sword and was a female Taoist priest who had half-turned from the world to the outside world. She usually used a white horsehair whisk as a sword. Several times she was in danger, but she saved herself. The Divine Firmament Sword Formation was created by her.

Once, on a Mid-Autumn Festival night, I saw her practicing her sword on the iron chain bridge between the twin peaks of Qingyang Tianzun. Her ancient sword was so powerful that it could cleave through even the fierce winds on the mountain peaks.

Wu Lingsu was a well-informed Taoist priest, but he had never seen a woman with such powerful sword intent. He had heard of a woman named Wu, who was said to have died of illness and had a mysterious connection with the Wu family's sword tomb.

King Wu Lingsu of Qingcheng felt it was really good to be able to share the same surname with him.

Although Wu Lingsu had been beaten and scolded by the woman with the horsehair whisk for more than ten years, he was not afraid of her at all, let alone had any respect for her, because he knew very well that the two of them were in the same boat.

Unfortunately, Wu Lingsu still hasn't figured out what she really wants, but it's safe to say that without her, she wouldn't be able to accomplish her grand scheme, which is full of subtle clues and hidden details.

In his early years, Wu Lingsu racked his brains to search for clues, but later gave up. He was already over fifty years old. If he didn't find a unique way to prove the Dao through the dual cultivation of alchemy and cauldron, how could he slap the face of the Immortal Capital Longhu Mountain?
Anyway, she is beneficial and harmless to herself. Wu Lingsu is not a fool who worries unnecessarily. On the contrary, if he were not too smart, how could he be valued by the Dragon Tiger Celestial Master?
Throughout her life, Wu Lingsu only feared one woman: Empress Zhao Zhi in the imperial palace.

He admired only one woman, the Princess Consort of Northern Liang, who shared the same surname.

Rumor has it that for Xu Xiao, who was then just a minor officer in Jinzhou, she broke with the Wu family's sword tomb and rode alone on a white horse to Liaodong. Later, for Xu Xiao, who was now a great general, she beat the war drum in white. On the way to Beiliang via the Green Ox Road, she devoted herself to being a wife and mother, drifting further and further away from the supreme sword path that was once hers.

Thinking of all this, Wu Lingsu couldn't help but sigh. She looked down at the square below and hurriedly went down from the pavilion.

……

At this moment, the square outside Qingyang Palace was a complete mess.

The fifty-odd Taoist priests who poured out of Qingyang Palace all collapsed to the ground without exception; some were dead, and some were half-dead.

Wu Shizhen trembled as he watched Zhou Chengan approach step by step, so frightened that he forgot to run for a moment.

Zhou Cheng'an led Xiao Shanzha to the bottom of the stone steps outside the Sanqing Hall and said with a smile, "Shouldn't we go and invite your father?"

Looking at his smiling face, Wu Shizhen felt he had seen the most terrifying expression in the world, and hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I'll go invite him right away, I'll go invite him right away!"

Just as he turned to call Wu Lingsu, he saw the Qingcheng King, with his divine demeanor, appear inside the Sanqing Hall and walk out.

When Wu Shizhen saw his father arrive, all the emotions in his heart burst forth, and he cried out, "Father, you've finally come!"

Wu Lingsu ignored her son and instead dismissed everyone inside and outside the hall.

Besides Zhou Chengan and Xiao Shanzha, only Wu Lingsu and his son Wu Shizhen were present.

Wu Lingsu calmly stepped forward a few paces, slightly past Wu Shizhen, and bowed slightly to Zhou Cheng'an, saying, "This humble Taoist is Wu Lingsu, greetings to fellow Taoist."

Zhou Chengan looked up at Wu Lingsu, nodded to himself, and smiled, "Hmm, you do look quite good."

Wu Lingsu didn't quite understand what he meant, but her expression remained unchanged, still smiling: "May I ask what brings you to my Qingyang Palace today?"

"I've come today to collect some debts from you, the King of Qingcheng."

Collecting debts?

Wu Lingsu was taken aback: "If I remember correctly, I have never met you before. I wonder what kind of debt you want to collect?"

Zhou Cheng'an said calmly, "I'm here to take over this Qingyang Palace, of course."

ha? !

For a moment, both Wu Lingsu and his son were stunned and didn't quite react.

Do you want Qingyang Palace?

Wu Lingsu had seen all sorts of bizarre things in the many years he had been on Mount Qingcheng, and he had never encountered anyone who climbed Mount Qingcheng and demanded the Qingyang Palace in front of him.

Is this person arrogant or ignorant?

Did he really think that breaking the Divine Firmament Sword Formation would allow him to do whatever he wanted in his Green Sheep Palace?
Besides, even if Qingyang Palace can't stop him, he has the Liyang Dynasty behind him. Aren't they afraid that he, the King of Qingcheng, will appeal to the imperial court, and the court will send a large army?
Wu Lingsu looked at Zhou Chengan and couldn't help but smile.

"Fellow Daoist, you really know how to joke."

"I'm not kidding."

Zhou Chengan smiled as well, and said with a serious expression, "After so many years, you may have forgotten that Qingcheng Mountain is the home of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect."

"As a Taoist priest of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, it is only right and reasonable for me to reclaim what rightfully belongs to our sect."

"Of course, the most important thing is... I've set my sights on Qingyang Palace. From now on, your Shenxiao Sect will be incorporated into my Nine Pecks of Rice Sect."

"From now on, I will be in charge of the Shenxiao Sect."

His tone was like an order, not a consultation with Wu Lingsu.

Wu Lingsu was stunned again.

Besides Zhou Cheng'an's identity as a Taoist priest who earned nine pecks of rice, it was also due to Zhou Cheng'an's arrogance.

He'd seen arrogant young people before, but this was the first time he'd ever seen one this arrogant.

Good heavens, this is blatantly trying to steal his business!

"Fellow Daoist, are you truly not joking?"

The smile on Wu Lingsu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and stern expression.

Having toiled for most of my life to establish the Qingyang Palace, how could I possibly hand it over to someone else?!
He did not deny that Zhou Chengan was very strong, and that he himself was no match for him.

But if someone wants to seize Qingyang Palace, they can't just oppose him alone. That woman Zhao Yutai won't stand by and watch others try to take Qingyang Palace.

"I won't say the same thing a second time."

Zhou Cheng'an stood below the stone steps, but he gave Wu Lingsu and her son the feeling of looking down on them: "I know that you are not the one in charge of Qingyang Palace. Let her come out."

Wu Lingsu's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately said to Wu Shizhen, "Hurry up and go invite your mother."

Upon hearing this, Wu Shizhen fled towards the back courtyard as if escaping.

At this moment, only Zhou Chengan, Xiao Shanzha, and Wu Lingsu remained around the Sanqing Hall.

Zhou Chengan remained silent, and Wu Lingsu said nothing more.

As for Xiao Shanzha, she looked at Wu Lingsu with curiosity in her eyes.

In his eyes, the Taoist priests and nuns of Qingyang Palace were all immortals, and the man in front of him was undoubtedly a great immortal!

Wu Lingsu's image does indeed fit the common people's imagination of Taoist immortals.

Although Wu Lingsu was over fifty years old, she looked no older than thirty. Dressed in the purple robe bestowed upon her by the current emperor, she exuded an air of elegance and refinement.

If a scholar traveling to Qingcheng Mountain were to encounter Wu Lingsu in the woods, nine times out of ten he would mistake her for an immortal descended to earth.

This is why Zhou Chengan previously said that his product looked good.

However, Wu Lingsu, who has a good appearance, is now somewhat flustered.

Since he was crowned king and drove away the Taoists of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, and established the Qingyang Palace on Qingcheng Mountain, he had not encountered any major hardships. How come today there is such an unreasonable person who not only wants to seize the Qingyang Palace but also wants to take over his Shenxiao Sect's name?

Right now, Wu Lingsu only hopes that Zhao Yutai can appear soon and drive away this plague god.

Soon after, the tall Zhao Yutai appeared with Wu Shizhen, breaking the silence between the three.

When Xia Shanzha saw her slightly frightening face, she couldn't help but shrink closer to Zhou Cheng'an.

Zhou Cheng'an didn't react much. In the eyes of cultivators, a person's outward appearance is ultimately not as important as their inner essence and spirit.

Of course, it would be even better if someone is good-looking.

Zhao Yutai, leading the father and son, looked down at Zhou Cheng'an and bowed, asking, "May I ask your esteemed name, fellow Daoist?"

"I am Zhou Cheng'an, the newly appointed abbot of the Fumo Temple, with the Taoist name Jing'an."

There are countless cultivators in the world, but those who have such cultivation at such a young age are truly few, if not many.

In any case, Wu Lingsu never met him.

Could those guys from the Nine Pecks of Rice sect really cultivate such a powerful young master?!

He expressed doubts.

Upon hearing the answer, Zhao Yutai, who had asked the question, was taken aback for a moment and continued to ask, "Are you a disciple of Daoist Xuanyun?"

"good."

"Who is Xuan Yun?" Wu Lingsu asked.

"The founder of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect has disappeared for many years. If he were still on the mountain back then, it's uncertain who would be in charge of Qingcheng Mountain now."

"No wonder."

Wu Lingsu suddenly realized that if this was the kind of person Zhou Chengan was, then it might explain why Zhou Chengan was so powerful.

Zhao Yutai ignored him and looked at Zhou Cheng'an, saying, "So you are a disciple of Daoist Xuanyun. I heard that Daoist Jing'an has taken a liking to Qingyang Palace and wants to merge the Shenxiao Sect into the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect, becoming the master of the Shenxiao Sect?"

Zhou Cheng'an nodded: "That's right. May I ask what advice Master Zhao has for me?"

"I dare not presume to offer guidance. I only wish to ask Master Jing'an one question: What gives you the right?!"

Zhao Yutai unleashed an aura that was extremely domineering.

As the true head of Qingyang Palace, she had an important mission on Qingcheng Mountain. How could she sit idly by and watch someone else take Qingyang Palace away?!

Although Zhou Chengan doesn't seem like a kind person, she's not one to be trifled with either.

"Why?"

Zhou Cheng'an smiled slightly but did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Have you ever seen the real Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder?"

The words were spoken softly, yet they struck Zhao Yutai like a thunderclap, causing her to tremble involuntarily. She felt her internal energy become unstable, and her aura vanished completely.

Zhao Yutai was utterly shocked: "You..."

"Shh, listen."

Zhou Chengan made a shushing gesture, then pointed to the sky.

Above the sky, dark clouds hung low, and within the sea of ​​clouds, there seemed to be a pool of thunder, with countless purple lightning bolts flashing, their power terrifying beyond compare.

"Little Hawthorn, do you want to see thunder?"

Zhou Chengan's sudden question startled Xiao Shanzha, who exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?!"

The next moment, Zhou Chengan had a thought.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped, but the dark clouds began to surge wildly.

High in the sky, lightning suddenly appeared.

Rumble!
Boom! !

A series of thunderclaps resounded.

Immediately afterwards, nine incredibly thick bolts of purple lightning struck down, crashing onto the plaza of the Sanqing Hall.

In an instant, thunder roared, shaking the surrounding area; lightning flashed, and dust flew everywhere.

(End of this chapter)