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The evil energy rapidly gathered in Tan Wenjie's palm, and then quickly shrank as his palm slowly tightened and clenched, shattering the human form and finally condensing into a cloud of black mist.

Before his mission was accomplished, he died. After encountering Tan Wenjie again, the Evil Sword Immortal completely lost his freedom and his grand plans.

"What do you plan to do with him?"

Chonglou never had any interest in the Evil Sword Immortal. He looked down on the human realm and naturally didn't care about its safety.

"Or is it for the safety of the human realm?"

"To draw one's sword and help those in need when one sees injustice on the road."

"Boring." Chonglou turned to look at Penglai Wonderland. "Utterly boring."

“And I was planning to use it to forge a sword… Oh well, let it be, I don’t like using swords.” Tan Wenjie looked at the evil energy in his hand.

Since Longkui and Xuejian can both be used to forge weapons, there's no reason why the Evil Sword Immortal can't as well.

The intense evil aura is similar to that of the invaders from beyond the Abyss. Using the Evil Sword Immortal as material might yield unexpected gains.

This answer actually pleased Chonglou somewhat. A true strong person should constantly pursue the path to becoming stronger, rather than wasting time on so-called human emotions.

"Thank you for your help, immortal."

The old Taoist priest bowed to Tan Wenjie.

The fact that he could easily capture that evil energy shows that his strength far surpasses that of many powerful figures in the human realm.

The other party must be a celestial being.

Moreover, he noticed that when the other party made a move, it was like a Taoist or a Buddhist monk, containing Zen wisdom and Taoist charm, which was infinitely mysterious. He observed and stared at it carefully for a long time, but he was still completely confused, as there were too many mysteries that he could not see through.

"Disciple Shang Fengzi, may I ask how to address you, Immortal Master?"

"We're just passing through, so what does it matter what our names are or how we're addressed?"

Shang Fengzi lowered his head in shame: "This disciple was too attached to appearances!"

Such selfless and extraordinary talents are truly pure and free from desires, unlike myself who, although I say I have no desires every day, has not yet escaped the mortal world and transcended the five elements.

The path to immortality is indeed fraught with difficulties.

"This disciple will certainly..."

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll tell you anyway."

"If the immortal master finds this difficult, actually..."

"Hey, I'm a very easy person to talk to."

One was modest, the other easy to talk to, and in the end, Tan Wenjie successfully recited all of his titles.

Standing to the side, Chonglou tried hard to recall, finally confirming that he had never heard of these names before, and then remembered that Tan Wenjie was not from this world at all.

It must be quite famous in other parts of the world.

"I was just saying that casually," Tan Wenjie instructed. "You absolutely don't need to offer incense or go to other sects to promote it. I'm used to keeping a low profile."

Shang Fengzi: "..."

Should he promote it or not? It's not that the immortal's words are too roundabout, but rather that he's so straightforward that he's worried he might be wrong.

Tan Wenjie: "You have a very good memory?"

Shang Fengzi's body trembled violently, as if he were being oppressed by something powerful and terrifying. He quickly said, "This disciple will go and take notes right away."

Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction, "This young man is teachable."

Chonglou: "..."

"Has a pretty and gentle girl come by recently?" Tan Wenjie asked.

“Miss?” Shang Fengzi shook his head. “No, Penglai hasn’t had any visitors for a long time.”

As expected, he arrived a step earlier. Tan Wenjie turned to look at Chonglou, secretly regretting that the red-haired monster had escaped by sheer luck.

Chonglou: "?"

He always felt that Tan Wenjie's gaze was strange; he had seen that same look before when he had sworn in his heart that he would never be entangled with a woman because of love.

I've always thought about how women can become stronger!

Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked around at the corpses of Penglai disciples scattered all over the ground, then sat cross-legged.

He gently shook his head, and a golden wheel of merit appeared.

He gripped the Vajra pestle in his right hand, and a third eye appeared between his brows, from which strands of merit flew out and burrowed into the corpses.

Merit won't bring someone back to life, but it will help them be reborn into a better family, making their path to immortality easier in their next life.

This time, Chonglou didn't speak, but stood quietly to the side with his arms crossed, watching until Tan Wenjie stood up before asking, "Where to next?"

Tan Wenjie: "Jiuding Mountain, I've mentioned it before."

You'd better keep your word.

Shang Fengzi stood before the corpses strewn across the ground, watching the two figures fly into the sky and vanish in the blink of an eye.

With a flick of his sleeve, it was time to clean up the corpse.

……

As Chonglou predicted, Tan Wenjie once again took a longer route.

Tan Wenjie: "After being busy for so long, let's find a place to have a drink and rest for the night."

Chonglou asked in confusion, "Why?"

Once one's strength reaches a certain level, one automatically abstains from grains, as the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is sufficient to sustain the body's functions. In fact, some immortals with very low cultivation levels would pollute the spiritual energy within their bodies by eating grains and other miscellaneous foods.

"Of course it's enjoyable."

Tan Wenjie stopped, looked up at the signboard that read "Yihong Courtyard," and a strong fragrance of perfume wafted over.

Yihonglou, Yihongyuan, Lixiangyuan—there are quite a few branches of these establishments throughout the myriad realms.

He led Chonglou into the Yihong Courtyard with an air of nonchalance, as if he were returning home.

"A place like this?" Chonglou frowned.

Although he is not human, it doesn't mean that Chonglou hadn't heard of brothels when he wandered around the human world.

“You don’t understand,” Tan Wenjie said. “The real chefs usually hide in places like this. If you go to those restaurants, you won’t get any good food. Don’t worry, we’ll just drink and eat meat today to celebrate getting to know each other.”

Chonglou remained silent, simply standing there like a wall.

With nothing else to do, spending time with Tan Wenjie might be a good way to pass the time.

"Oh, young master, it's been a long time since you've been here!"

The classic character, the madam, has been re-released.

She approached the two men and was overjoyed when she saw Tan Wenjie's face, but her expression changed slightly when she saw Chonglou.

Although the other person was tall and handsome, his fiery red hair was hard to accept.

"My brother and I were tired from shopping and wanted a good meal with some wine."

Tan Wenjie flipped his hand, revealing a golden bean in his palm.

The madam happily picked up the gold beans: "Our head chef comes from the palace."

Tan Wenjie produced another gold bean: "My brother is a man of integrity and doesn't want anyone to bother us."

The madam, sensing the refined nature of the situation, reached out and picked up the gold beans, saying with feigned difficulty, "Both of you are noble people and cannot do rough work; you must have someone to serve you."

“That makes sense,” Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement.

"Our Yihong Courtyard also has courtesans who only sell their art, not their bodies. They can play a little tune to entertain you."

“This…” Tan Wenjie turned to look at Chonglou with difficulty, “No, definitely not. At most, he can stand at a distance and play the zither and dance. He can’t come close to us.”

Chonglou: "?"

Madam: "Don't worry, I wouldn't dare disturb your enjoyment."

Following Tan Wenjie into the private room, Chonglou finally couldn't help but ask, "Have you been here before?"

"Hey, the layouts are all pretty much the same." Tan Wenjie raised his hand and fanned himself in front of his nose.

The flavor is too strong.

Soon, some people came in, some playing the zither and some dancing. Tan Wenjie swayed his head and admired them, but Chonglou remained expressionless.

But there are always those who don't know when to back down and actually come over on their own initiative.

Tan Wenjie harshly criticized the other party in his heart.

"Why are you rubbing your leg against my hand?!" "Young master, stop touching me, have some wine~"

Someone actually tried to get close to Chonglou and reach out to touch his broad chest muscles.

Chonglou: "Get lost."

The room fell silent instantly, leaving only the two of them sitting there.

Tan Wenjie poured himself a glass of wine: "Since we're already here..."

Chonglou didn't speak, he just stared at him.

Tan Wenjie immediately begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, let's drink."

……

"The Demon Race is immortal and indestructible, and is the only race in the Six Realms that does not enter the cycle of reincarnation." Chonglou tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine.

With the wine served, the conversation flowed freely.

"Only demons can fight to their heart's content."

He looked at Tan Wenjie with disdain: "Someone like you will never understand what a master is."

During the time he had known Tan Wenjie, Chonglou was basically certain that this man was shameless and unscrupulous, and had absolutely nothing to do with being a master.

"A master?" Tan Wenjie seemed to have had too much to drink. "My battle record would scare you to death. Never mind, let me show you my divine weapon. This is called the Golden Cudgel, you know? The Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

He slammed the golden cudgel onto the table.

Chonglou's eyes lit up.

It truly is a divine weapon. We can finally see Tan Wenjie's weapon, and the opportunity to fight him is not far off.

Who says that Demon Lord Chonglou doesn't use schemes? It's just that he chooses not to.

"An iron rod?" Chonglou raised his arm, and a blood-red blade slowly appeared on his wrist. "The Flame Wave Blood Blade, one of the nine divine artifacts forged by Shennong Jiuquan, is forged by fusing the Flame Wave Spring Soul with the divine iron of the extraterrestrial meteorite."

Tan Wenjie's drunken eyes suddenly lit up; he had finally seen the real artifact.

Legend has it that when Shennong was born, there were nine springs that accompanied him. These springs, which gathered rich spiritual energy, were the hub of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. Fuxi used the spirit of the springs and mixed it with meteorite iron from outer space to forge a divine weapon, known as the Nine Springs Divine Weapon.

The Demon Lord Chonglou's Flaming Blood Blade and the Divine General Feipeng's Demon-Suppressing Sword are both among the Nine Springs Divine Artifacts.

Since he wanted to get a good set of equipment, Tan Wenjie naturally set his sights on Jiuquan.

"My golden cudgel can change size and shape at will. What makes your broken sword think it can compare to mine?"

"A fight?" Chonglou seemed to be enraged.

"Do not hit."

Even knowing they couldn't win, and that even if they fought desperately, it would only result in mutual destruction, just as Chonglou said, the demon race is immortal.

Fighting would only result in you suffering a loss.

Chonglou: "..."

I thought we could have a friendly argument and then go out for a little showdown while we were drunk.

"Alright, that's enough for today." Tan Wenjie stood up and stretched. "Go back to sleep. We'll be on our way tomorrow."

Chonglou thought to himself, "If you really want to go to Jiuding Mountain, you can break through it tonight."

On the one hand, they seem very anxious, but on the other hand, they are taking their time.

He endured countless moments of loneliness while waiting for the divine general Fei Peng, and was even willing to slowly cultivate Jing Tian from scratch. Today, seeing Tan Wenjie's weapon is enough for him.

It won't be long before we have to fight a match.

Tan Wenjie lay on the bed and took out the book "Three Hundred Children's Songs" to read it carefully.

"Child, child, why..."

Oops, I accidentally sang it out loud.

Unaccustomed to living in a brothel, Chonglou posed on the rooftop with his arms crossed, looking at the moon, when he heard Tan Wenjie's voice.

How could mortal wine possibly make someone drunk? It's all just a facade.

However, she accidentally overheard Tan Wenjie's secret.

She sang quite well... Wait, why is she singing so late at night!
……

Jiuding Mountain.

Nine mountain peaks are lined up in a row, like the spine of a dragon, and the mountains are covered with snow that never melts.

The headquarters of the Thunderbolt Hall is located here.

At the top of the snow-capped mountain, fluffy white clouds floated under the blue sky, like isolated islands in the clouds.

"Whoosh-"

A cloud island was suddenly pierced through.

Two figures streaked across the azure sky, their speeds nearly identical. The one on the left seemed to tear through space as it leaped rapidly, while the one on the right rode a wheel of flames encircling a fire dragon, catching up to the fiery red figure on the left with sheer speed.

The sea of ​​clouds was split open, and the air currents combed the clouds in a north-south direction.

Two figures, like shooting stars, plummeted rapidly. Some people had already noticed them and were even prepared for the meteors to crash into the earth and create a huge impact, but the sound was slow to come.

On the snow-capped peak of Jiuding Mountain, two figures stood facing each other.

Tan Wenjie holds a golden cudgel and rides a train.

Under the high temperature, the snow melted rapidly, and the rising white mist was like a layer of fairy clothes draped over his body, shimmering in the sunlight.

Standing opposite him was the Demon Lord Chonglou.

After Chonglou agreed to help find a Shennong Jiuquan (a type of spring) to forge weapons and equipment for Tan Wenjie, Tan Wenjie reluctantly agreed to a contest.

Chonglou, with his red hair already unleashed, was arrogant and full of vigor.

"The first competition is about speed," Tan Wenjie said. "You may not know, but I'm good at everything except flying."

Chonglou: "The second round is a contest of weapons!"

Tan Wenjie: "Let's make this clear first, no killing is allowed!"

He can fight, and he has many Golden Cores that can bring him back to life, but that doesn't mean he wants to waste "resurrection coins," and the feeling of being killed is really not pleasant.

I was tricked by a monkey and fell into this world injured. It took me almost half a day to fully recover from my injuries.

When my health bar isn't full, I feel uneasy and insecure.

If you get injured in a fight with Chonglou, it will probably take at least ten days to half a month to fully recover.

Chonglou has already charged over.

With a sudden flick of his golden cudgel, Tan Wenjie's upward thrust clashed with Chonglou's blood-stained blade, creating a shockwave that exploded atop the mountain.

The two figures quickly became entangled, a clash of pure strength and weapons, each time exploding with a series of sonic booms, causing the snow-capped mountains to boil and the sea of ​​clouds to surge.

The surrounding rocks were affected and began to roll, and even the mountain collapsed. Countless little monsters lurking in Jiuding Mountain were inexplicably subjected to this undeserved disaster.

For some reason, two big shots started fighting right above me, and then for some reason, I was completely wiped out.

The snow-capped mountains rumbled and roared.

Tan Wenjie crashed into the mountain with a "bang".

"Ptooey, ptooey!" He emerged from the snow and spat a few times. "I'm serious now, Chonglou!"

The red-haired monster actually went for the kill; I won't invite him to brothels next time.

The towering building floated in the air, still staring at Tan Wenjie with an arrogant gaze.

"Come!"

He was really looking forward to Tan Wenjie giving it his all in a match against him.

They're still hiding their secrets even now.

uninteresting.

Tan Wenjie immediately unleashed his three heads and six arms, using all his magical treasures, and his body transformed into golden light as he pierced towards Chonglou.

Boom!

Another collision.

at the same time.

A group of people had just escaped the Thunderbolt Hall headquarters on Nine Peaks Mountain when they saw the sky collapse. (End of Chapter)