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"Are they going to Wudang Mountain?"

The two riders could no longer be seen, and the sound of their hooves faded into the wind.

"As for the Emei disciples, seven years ago, the old nun of Emei lost the divine sword on the mountain. Master Zhang said he would take care of it for seven years. Now she must be going to retrieve the Heaven-Reliant Divine Sword."

The woman in red's eyes lit up when she mentioned the divine sword, then suddenly turned her head and looked at Tan Wenjie with a strange expression.

"You weren't stupid after all. I thought you only knew how to stare at pretty girls."

Tan Wenjie shook his head.

It's all just a facade. And if you're not looking at pretty girls, are you going to look at ugly ones?

Staring at pretty people might just make you look lecherous, but staring at ugly people will be seen as a morbid curiosity.

"Don't linger at the foot of the mountain. People in the martial arts world fight and kill each other. Be careful, or you'll lose your life."

Before Tan Wenjie could answer, she waved her hand, lifted her body, and leaped lightly toward Wudang Mountain.

They met by chance, and she could tell that Tan Wenjie was unremarkable and knew nothing about martial arts.

Meanwhile, Tan Wenjie found an inn nearby and sat down.

The waiter, who was the leader of the intelligence center, did not disappoint. As long as you paid enough, he would answer even the most absurd questions, such as who the current emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was.

"It's been two or three hundred years. It seems there was a problem with this time travel."

Tan Wenjie thought to himself that it was a pity. The immortal fruits that ripened only once every hundred years would definitely be wasted. Without special equipment to preserve them, even if the little zombie could pick the fruits in time, they would only be refined into some holy medicines that were useless to him.

It doesn't take long to travel from Wudang Mountain to the Kunlun Mountains in the Western Regions, which is the area around his fairy fruit plantation.

Since we're already here, why not go and see Zhang Sanfeng?

As darkness fell on Wudang Mountain...

The setting sun hung low over the mountain, elongating the shadows of passersby and painting the westward side of them with an orange hue.

A figure in red had been waiting for a long time.

The patrols at Wudang Mountain were so tight that she spent half a day trying to find a way up the mountain.

Her red dress was too conspicuous, so she thought she would quietly go up the mountain after dark.

"The time for offering incense has passed. Please come up the mountain tomorrow."

The voice of the welcoming Taoist boy at the foot of the mountain roused the drowsy woman in red.

"It's him!"

She turned her head and saw that it was indeed Tan Wenjie, whom she had met earlier that day.

Tan Wenjie nodded and said, "Then I'll have to come back tomorrow."

She thought to herself that he was indeed an easy-going fool, and wondered why he had chased her up the mountain again when she had already advised him to stay away from trouble.

But then Tan Wenjie turned around and a piece of gold fell from his sleeve.

Under the setting sun, the gold shimmered with a captivating luster.

The young Taoist priest quickly bent down to pick up the gold, a smile spreading across his face: "Young master, you've dropped your money."

"Hey~, young Taoist priest, this is the gold you dropped."

"Me?" The welcoming boy smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum and hurriedly tucked the gift into his sleeve.

The woman in red hiding in the shadows: "..."

She wanted to retract her previous assessment. Although this person would become dazed when he saw a beautiful woman, he was truly extraordinary when it came to spending money; he was practically a master of it.

He had easily won over the welcoming Taoist boy and wished he could treat him like his own father.

"What's wrong?" a voice suddenly asked.

The woman in the shadows felt a stirring in her heart. She recognized the name of the person who had come before her: Song Qingshu, the chief disciple of Wudang.

If Tam Man-kit continues to use money as an incentive, it will be very difficult for him to get up the mountain.

To everyone's surprise, Tan Wenjie didn't say anything, but after the young Taoist priest next to him went up and said a few words, he actually got Song Qingshu to nod.

Does this work too?
She accidentally stepped on a dry branch and broke it.

Ordinary people cannot hear the sound, but those with inner strength can hear it clearly.

"Who?" Song Qingshu turned his head to look.

The woman in red wanted to escape, but she knew it wouldn't be easy; she was already surrounded by the Wudang sword formation.

Even Wudang cannot attack someone for no reason at the foot of the mountain; prestigious sects value their reputation above all else.

Besides, I haven't even gone up the mountain yet.

She slowly walked out, about to say a few words, when she saw Tan Wenjie waving from afar: "Hongdou, come here quickly."

"Coming!" Quick-witted, she immediately responded and ran to Tan Wenjie's side, then obediently called out, "Young Master~"

“This is my person, Red Bean.”

Although the welcoming Taoist boy was puzzled, he dared not reveal the truth, considering that he was still holding a large piece of gold.

Moreover, the two of them look quite ordinary, and there is a grandmaster named Zhang Sanfeng on the mountain. Unless a god descends to earth, they are unlikely to cause any trouble.

"I see. Please, both of you."

Song Qingshu did not make things difficult for the two. He could tell that Tan Wenjie had no internal strength, wore expensive clothes, and spent lavishly. He would never cause trouble for such a wealthy and powerful person.

Wudang is a martial arts sect that does not engage in production, but martial arts training costs money.

Where does the money come from?

How much money can you make by robbing the rich to help the poor? It's unstable.

Therefore, you can offend anyone, but you can't offend rich people.

Song Qingshu instructed, "Junior Brother Zhao, arrange a private room for Young Master Tan."

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie followed the disciple surnamed Zhao up the mountain with his hands behind his back. The disciple walked very slowly to accommodate him, but Tan Wenjie was not in a hurry. It had been a long time since he had climbed a mountain at the pace of an ordinary person, so this was a good experience.

Moreover, it was quite amusing to see the woman in red beside him looking anxious, wanting to speed up but not daring to.

Finally arriving at the side room, Tan Wenjie took out a golden bean and placed it in Zhao's hand.

"Please feel free to ask if you need anything," Junior Brother Zhao said with a beaming smile.

Besides, a good sword costs a lot of money.

He occasionally heard his senior brothers on the mountain go out to perform chivalrous deeds, but they would always order two catties of meat and a pot of wine as soon as they sat down. How could one be a chivalrous hero without money?

They even thoughtfully closed the door when they left.

The woman in red hurried to the door, pressed her ear against it and listened for a while before turning to Tan Wenjie and saying, "Thank you for your help today, otherwise I would have been in trouble. By the way, my name is Xiao Zhao, not Hong Dou."

“Hongdou is my wife, and you look a lot like her.”

"Do you always tell every pretty girl you see that she looks like your wife?"

"Of course not, but you do look like it."

"Pah!" Xiao Zhao's cheeks flushed slightly, but luckily she was wearing a veil and knew she wouldn't be exposed.

Seeing Tan Wenjie sit down and pour tea, she pulled over a chair and leaned closer: "Didn't I tell you not to come here?"

"I want to meet Zhang Sanfeng."

“Master Zhang is a martial arts grandmaster, the number one expert in the world.” Xiao Zhao rolled her eyes playfully. “How can you expect to see him whenever you want? Even though you have some money, seeing him is still as difficult as climbing to heaven.”

"It should be that it's incredibly difficult for him to see me."

The difference between a mortal master and a celestial immortal.

"You really like to boast."

Xiao Zhao thought he was too proud, but she also thought that he might not have seen the battles of the martial world. How could a dull and foolish rich young master understand the dangers of the martial world?

They probably think that money is everything, but they never imagined that everyone in the underworld has a knife called "Robbing the Rich to Help the Poor," which is unreasonable and specifically targets the rich.

"I came here to borrow the Heaven-Reliant Sword." Xiao Zhao raised her hands, showing her iron chains. "I was tied up because of a small mistake, and only the sharp Heaven-Reliant Sword can cut me."

"Tonight is your last chance," Tan Wenjie said. "Once the sword returns to Emei, you'll have even less chance to borrow it."

"Yes."

Xiao Zhao's ears suddenly twitched.

"It looks like there's something interesting to watch outside."

She turned around and opened the door.

"I'm going out to see what's going on, so don't wander off."

After giving her instructions, she leaped onto the roof and disappeared after a few light jumps.

Tan Wenjie gently put down his teacup, his eyes already taking in the lively scene on the other side.

Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei sect, and Song Qingshu joined forces to tease Zhang Wuji.

On the other side, Xiao Zhao, who had arrived at the front line, felt displeased when she saw Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu bullying Zhang Wuji.

Looking at the Emei disciples, she recalled a man with a whip who was about to lash Tan Wenjie when she was at the foot of the mountain.

Just as he was contemplating whether to launch a sneak attack from the shadows to help Zhang Wuji, who was also being bullied, he saw Song Qingshu about to kill him.

Without thinking twice, Xiao Zhao jumped out.

"A group of people bullying one person?" Xiao Zhao stood in front of Zhang Wuji, her hands actually trembling.

This is Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng's territory.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow; the whole world is vying for second place, but as long as Zhang Sanfeng lives, no one dares to claim first place.

"It's you!"

Song Qingshu's expression changed drastically when he saw Xiao Zhao.

"Oh no!" Xiao Zhao suddenly realized that she had just met Song Qingshu.

It's one thing if I get arrested, but it would be bad if it implicates Tan Wenjie.

"girl?"

Zhang Wuji thought he had been rescued, but when he looked over expectantly, he found that the other party did not make a move.

Song Qingshu shouted, "Kill them!"

One sentence brought Xiao Zhao back to her senses.

Looking at the large number of Wudang and Emei disciples who had surrounded her, she tried to escape several times, but she was blocked by the sword formation and could not leave. Fighting and retreating, the two of them reached the cliff.

"Girl, it's my fault that you've been hurt."

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at the cliff behind him, then at the crowd in front of him, knowing that he was doomed to perish today.

"I just can't stand them, it's none of your business." Xiao Zhao glanced in the direction of the side room and sighed, "But there really are people who have been harmed by me."

Just then, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword and swept it across the area.

The sword light that lashed out from the blade resembled a giant python.

"boom!"

A corner of the cliff collapsed, and Xiao Zhao and Zhang Wuji screamed in agony as they plummeted downwards.

At the same time, Tan Wenjie, who was drinking tea in the side room, suddenly focused his gaze on the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword.

"Divine weapons and magical treasures?"

It's hard to say whether Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, actually existed in this world. Moreover, the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber were forged using Yang Guo's Xuan Tie Sword, and it's impossible for an ordinary sword to be forged into a divine weapon.

Tan Wenjie flashed and snatched the Heaven-Slaying Sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand in an instant.

"who!"

Song Qingshu was shocked. He hadn't seen anything, but suddenly there was someone in front of him.

Instead, Zhou Zhiruo gazed at Tan Wenjie with her alluring and seductive eyes.

“It’s you!” Song Qingshu recognized Tan Wenjie.

“It’s you.” Zhou Zhiruo recognized him as well.

[Heavenly Sword (Divine Weapon - Damaged/Low Durability): The founder of Emei Mountain obtained this divine sword by chance. Its origin is unknown; it is simply called "Heavenly Sword," and its sharpness is unparalleled. Sword Aura: Consumes 1 Stamina]

"This sword belongs to my Emei sect. Please return it to Zhiruo, young master," Zhou Zhiruo said softly.

"Okay." Tan Wenjie casually tossed the sword to her.

It's just a discarded divine weapon; carrying it around feels like a waste of space.

Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked up again, Tan Wenjie had disappeared from her sight.

"Is he a human or a ghost?"

Song Qingshu, standing to the side, had a grim face. If word got out that he had killed Zhang Wuji today, he would be in deep trouble.

But then he thought about it again. The woman in red had climbed the mountain with Tan Wenjie. They had knocked her off the cliff, but he hadn't come over to settle the score. This meant that the woman didn't care at all.

Thinking about it this way, I realized I still had a chance.

As for the last chance...

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

"Junior Sister Zhou, this matter must not be known to anyone else. That person seems to have feelings for you." He whispered his plan.

Let Zhou Zhiruo seduce him with her beauty, and then Song Qingshu will ask his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng to take action.

With his status as the top disciple of Wudang and Zhou Zhiruo as witnesses, the other party was undoubtedly a lecherous thief, and besides, no one in this world could rival Zhang Sanfeng.

They could also pin the blame for Zhang Wuji falling off the cliff on him.

This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone.

Song Qingshu's plan was excellent, but Tan Wenjie had already left the room, which made him very regretful. He could only push all the blame onto Tan Wenjie.

The person was conveniently away; he fled to avoid punishment, saving me the trouble of explaining.

……

"Ah—" X2
Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao are falling.

Finally, Xiao Zhao reacted quickly and grabbed a vine in the valley, slowing her descent.

Even so, she lost consciousness the moment she hit the ground.

When Xiao Zhao woke up again, she found Zhang Wuji unconscious not far away.

She had fallen while holding onto a vine, and despite having martial arts skills to protect herself, she still suffered some injuries. In contrast, Zhang Wuji, who had no internal energy at all, was completely unharmed.

Surprised, I suddenly saw the vines rushing towards me.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've had meat. And just in time, two tough little guys fell in."

Seeing the vines wrap around Zhang Wuji, Xiao Zhao hurriedly shouted, "Wait! He's Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple! How dare you kill him?"

"What, Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple? I killed him."

A large stone ball was slowly moved out, and inside it was a person.

Xiao Zhao wanted to save people, but she was sore all over and couldn't move. Just then, Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up.

Half an hour later, Xiao Zhao was left with nothing but a head full of questions as she watched Zhang Wuji being forcibly taught divine skills after being pulled up.

She simply couldn't understand why Zhang Wuji, someone who knew nothing about martial arts, could fall from the cliff without sustaining any injuries, and she couldn't understand why, after Zhang Wuji uttered a few curses, the other party would want to impart top-tier divine skills to him.

This doesn't make sense.

After some time, Zhang Wuji mastered his divine skills.

"Miss Xiao Zhao, I'll take you out."

"Thank you."

When the two came out, they were no longer in Wudang Mountain, but the distance was not too far.

Zhang Wuji, who possessed superb martial arts skills, was in a great mood, but he noticed that the person next to him was not in a good mood.

"Miss Xiao Zhao, are you in a bad mood?"

“That day, someone came up the mountain with me. I stepped in to save you, but I accidentally left him on Wudang Mountain. That Song Qingshu is a treacherous villain. He will definitely make a move against him. He doesn’t know martial arts. He’s just an ordinary rich man.” Xiao Zhao’s face scrunched up. “Besides, he’s a bit dim-witted and doesn’t know how dangerous the martial world is.”

“With my senior master and grandmaster here, Song Qingshu will definitely not…” Zhang Wuji wanted to comfort him, but he suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Having already been killed and driven off the cliff, a stranger who doesn't know martial arts would probably be silently killed by Song Qingshu.

"It's my fault for dragging you all into this," Zhang Wuji sighed.

"Enough of that." Xiao Zhao waved her hand. "If I ever see Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo again, I'll definitely kill them both!"

She spoke fiercely, but Zhang Wuji hesitated to speak.

He had no objection to killing Song Qingshu, but Zhou Zhiruo…

"Junior Sister Zhou must have been forced into it."

"Pah!" Xiao Zhao said with disdain.

Zhang Wuji: "Really, let me analyze it for you..."

……

Tan Wenjie had no interest in the Fire-Worker Monk or the Nine Yang Divine Skill. He met Zhang Sanfeng once, but the latter could not see him.

He even studied the other person's Tai Chi for a while.

As dawn broke, the entire Wudang Mountain was on alert. Tan Wenjie left brazenly through the main gate and walked past Song Qingshu, but no one noticed him.

"I haven't eaten for a while."

He would never stifle his appetite.

After asking several people along the way, they finally found a restaurant. There were Yuan soldiers patrolling outside, which meant that an important person was dining inside.

Tan Wenjie threw gold as soon as he entered the door.

When you arrive at a place, eat what you can eat, and play what you can play; otherwise, what use are all those skills?

Suddenly, a joyful voice rang out.

"Duh...Young Master, you're still alive? How did you get out?"

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao stand up from the table next to him.

Xiao Zhao rushed towards him in surprise, throwing herself into his arms.

With a soft, fragrant body in his arms, Tan Wenjie was puzzled.

He wasn't familiar with Xiao Zhao either. Although he had a very high level of affection for Xiao Zhao when they first met because of Hong Dou, she should only think of him as a stranger.

Tan Wenjie glanced at Zhang Wuji, who simply gave him a friendly smile.

The male succubus didn't exert any force.

"I know, you must have spent money again, right?" Xiao Zhao said with a knowing look. "They didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

"Of course not," Tan Wenjie shook his head. "How could they possibly make things difficult for me?"

Not counting other worlds, I first made my name known in the martial arts world three hundred years ago, alongside the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar.

There is no one in the mortal realm whose martial arts can compare to mine.

After all, there was the saying that one could attain enlightenment through martial arts hundreds of years ago. The Nine Yin Manual even had the ability to move objects remotely and become invisible. Zhang Sanfeng, the strongest master at present, was still far from being able to achieve that.

"That's good." Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered that she had been in Tan Wenjie's arms, her cheeks slightly flushed, and released him.

“Young Master Zhang, this is the one I was talking about,” Xiao Zhao introduced.

Zhang Wuji quickly stepped forward to greet him.

After mastering the divine skill, he became much more confident.

He sized up Tan Wenjie and saw that his bright eyes and sharp eyebrows had nothing to do with the "ordinary, dull, rich man" that Xiao Zhao had described.

Looking at Xiao Zhao, who kept her eyes fixed on Tan Wenjie the whole time, one could tell that what she said was half true and half false.

He thought to himself, "Sure enough, the prettier a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. Mother was right."

I'm too naive; I can't win against them.

Xiao Zhao sat down with Tan Wenjie and recounted what had happened to them. She only spoke after glancing at Zhang Wuji when she received his approval to gain the divine skill.

After all, her divine skills were a matter of life and death, so she wouldn't reveal them carelessly, lest Zhang Wuji bring about his own demise.

"I see." Tan Wenjie nodded.

In the "Evil and Vengeful" version, Zhang Wuji obtains the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and from then on, he'll be unstoppable, running rampant without restraint.

However, Tam Man Kit probably won't be able to be a spectator; he should go back and check on the orchard.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Looking out the window on the second floor.

Then a young man in white robes rode a white horse and rode away, escorted by a group of elite Yuan soldiers.

As if sensing the gazes from upstairs, he turned around, his eyes meeting those of the three men before finally settling on Tan Wenjie. "A woman disguised as a man," Xiao Zhao immediately recognized him.

She turned her head and saw Tan Wenjie staring at the other person, so she asked, "She doesn't look a lot like your wife, does she?"

“Indeed, they are exactly the same.” Tan Wenjie nodded seriously.

"You always say that pretty girls look like your wife," Xiao Zhao aptly remarked.

Zhang Wuji, who was standing next to him, opened his mouth. He actually wanted to say that the other person looked exactly like his deceased mother, but if he really said that, wouldn't that be saying that his mother looked like Tan Wenjie's wife?

So he chose to keep quiet, perhaps he had misremembered.

Under no circumstances should we have another father.

When he told the truth, no one believed him, so Tan Wenjie returned to his table and sat down.

"By the way, where are you planning to go next?" Xiao Zhao sat down next to her. "The martial arts world is very dangerous."

“I’m going to the Kunlun Mountains. I have an orchard there.”

"Kunlun Mountain?" Xiao Zhao suddenly widened her eyes. "You want to go to Bright Peak? Are you out of your mind?"

She counted on her fingers and whispered, "If you go to Wudang Mountain, at least it's a reputable sect. For the sake of their reputation, they'd be willing to let you out if you spend some money. But if the people at Bright Peak see you as a fat sheep, they'll definitely skin you alive and suck your marrow dry."

It's very dangerous for ordinary people who don't know martial arts to go to Ming Cult territory.

"Who said I was going to Bright Summit? Kunlun Mountain is very big."

“Yes, that’s right.” Xiao Zhao nodded in agreement. “There are still plenty of places you can go. You can’t exactly go see a god, can you?”

There are quite a few legends about immortals in the Kunlun Mountains.

“I…” Zhang Wuji glanced at Xiao Zhao.

He wanted to say "we," but then he saw that Xiao Zhao had been staying close to him ever since she met Tan Wenjie, and he knew that the temporary partnership had probably been disbanded.

So he paused for a moment, and seeing that he had attracted their attention, he said, "I was also planning to go to Bright Peak, why don't we set off together?"

Zhang Wuji was confident that his divine skills had been perfected and that he should be able to protect the two of them.

However, Xiao Zhao did not answer, but instead looked at Tan Wenjie, as if waiting for his opinion.

“It’s not on my way.” Tan Wenjie shook his head.

He could travel on clouds and reach Kunlun Mountain in no time. If he traveled with them, it would take at least half a month.

Since he had no intention of disturbing Zhang Wuji's path to invincibility, he decided it was better for them to go their separate ways. In any case, in a few days, Zhang Wuji would be traveling through time to a hundred years in the future, by which time Zhang Wuji would be nothing but dust.

“Young Master Zhang, it seems we must part ways here,” Xiao Zhao said without hesitation.

Although Zhang Wuji felt regretful, he still nodded.

He clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for taking care of me all the way, Miss Xiao Zhao."

"I was just trying to help someone in need that day," Xiao Zhao said, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Wuji clasped his hands in a fist salute once more and then took his leave.

"Aren't you looking for the Heaven Sword to cut the chains on your hands and feet?" Tan Wenjie asked. "Zhang Wuji is going to Bright Peak to help resist the siege of the six major sects, and you can also get the Heaven Sword."

"Yes, it's because I owe you my life." Xiao Zhao shook the iron chain wrapped in red cloth on her wrist, seemingly unconcerned. "Actually, you get used to wearing the chain after a while."

Seeing Tan Wenjie looking over, Xiao Zhao smiled especially brightly.

The two went downstairs.

"We need to buy a horse-drawn carriage," Xiao Zhao said. "Traveling is tiring."

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome."

Seeing that Xiao Zhao really wanted to come with him, Tan Wenjie said, "If you feel scared later, just hold on tight to me."

"hug?"

Before Xiao Zhao could say anything, he had already wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

A strong wind swept in, yet it gently ruffled the stray hairs on my forehead; only the whistling wind in my ears reminded me of its fierce force.

"what--"

Xiao Zhao screamed, and when she came to her senses, she found herself standing on a cloud.

Looking down, people look like ants, and houses are only the size of a finger.

After flying for a while, the houses gradually became less visible, and the ground beneath our feet turned into a sea of ​​clouds like a velvet carpet. A round sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds and appeared before us, its golden light illuminating the entire sea of ​​clouds.

Xiao Zhao stammered, "You...how can you fly?"

Tan Wenjie replied, "I've said it before, I'm a deity."

"Haha, so this is what it feels like to fly!" She happily opened her arms.

Then he suddenly turned around and hugged Tan Wenjie.

"Scared?"

"Aren't you afraid we won't be able to hug you?" Xiao Zhao giggled. "I only want to hug you tighter now that I've discovered you're a celestial being."

Her appearance makes it difficult to feel any aversion towards her.

"Want to become an immortal? That's very difficult."

If the little zombie could refine an elixir that could make people ascend to heaven, that would also be acceptable. Such an elixir not only requires rare ingredients, but also the right timing and location.

Geographical advantage can be created with immense power, but opportune timing is hard to find.

Zombies are despised by all realms and paths, and are born with bad luck, making it difficult for them to be refined into immortal pills.

Xiao Zhao's attention had already been drawn to the scenery below.

"This is where?"

"Kunlun Mountain."

"So fast?"

"That's already considered slow."

Ahead, the area was shrouded in mist.

With the support of the mountain terrain and the array formation, ordinary people could not even detect this place. Tan Wenjie led Xiao Zhao into it.

Xiao Zhao just yelled "Ah!" as if she had crashed into a stone wall.

She felt no pain, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a paradise.

Ahead, countless flowers bloom in vibrant colors; overhead, flocks of celestial birds dwell.

Taking a breath here, she felt much lighter, as if she had just entered a pharmacy after being sick and felt recovered just by smelling the aroma of the medicine.

"Oh oh oh-"

"A rooster?" Xiao Zhao watched as the giant bird, whose wingspan was larger than an eagle's, spread its wings and landed.

It was an exceptionally handsome rooster, with shimmering feathers, a beak like refined steel, and claws like iron hooks.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

A massive earthquake struck the ground.

Xiao Zhao's eyes remained wide open: "Wow...what a big sheep!"

She tried to reach out and touch the giant sheep's body as it ran towards her; it was completely different from what she had imagined—it was soft and squishy.

When I came to my senses, I found that Tan Wenjie had already flown far away.

"Wait for me."

She jumped around a bit, only to find that her light-footed skills were completely useless in this area.

After walking a little further, Xiao Zhao saw someone sitting.

She took the initiative to approach and strike up a conversation, only to discover that the person sitting there was actually a shadow puppet.

Not wanting to disturb them, I quickly moved to the side.

There was a grove of fruit trees in front of us, with unripe fruit hanging on the branches.

Some of them already look cooked.

Xiao Zhao wanted to pick a fruit to eat, but immediately a shadow puppet general came over, drew his sword, and stopped her.

"I won't pick it, I won't pick it." Xiao Zhao quickly withdrew her hand.

It doesn't look like a human, so it's probably not afraid of her amateurish martial arts skills.

Just then, I saw a rooster rummaging around on the ground in front of me. After searching for a while, it found a ripe fruit, tilted its head back, and ate it.

Xiao Zhao bent down to find a fruit, only to discover that the shadow puppet general didn't care at all.

"It turns out that ripe fruit that falls to the ground can be eaten."

She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fruit on her clothes, and took a bite.

The juice exploded in her mouth, and the perfect sweetness instantly enveloped Xiao Zhao's consciousness. A soft groan escaped uncontrollably from her nose, and by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.

I turned my head left and right, thankfully no one saw me.

I just wandered around aimlessly, drinking some spring water from the mountains when I felt thirsty, and picking up a few ripe fruits that had fallen to the ground when I was hungry. I felt neither tired nor sleepy.

Even Xiao Zhao couldn't tell how long she had been there; it might have been a day, or it might have been ten days or half a month. But in this paradise, she only felt happy and carefree.

After passing through a narrow path with a waterfall, Xiao Zhao saw a strange open-air platform with a large alchemy furnace.

There was also a child wearing a lion dance hat sitting cross-legged.

Tan Wenjie was also standing there, picking and choosing among a pile of things.

Xiao Zhao was about to call out when she suddenly covered her mouth, realizing she couldn't disturb them.

"Wait, what's that...?" Xiao Zhao looked at the sword that Tan Wenjie had casually picked up.

The sword was enveloped in a thin layer of divine light.

Even the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword only emits divine light when activated by internal energy.

Then she saw Tan Wenjie pick up a jade flute, prayer beads, a luminous pearl, and so on. Each of these items radiated divine light, suggesting that none of them were ordinary objects.

Finally, Tan Wenjie walked over here.

"Let's go, it'll take it a while to refine the pills, let's go find the others."

"Oh."

Xiao Zhao nodded and obediently followed Tan Wenjie.

While passing a mountaintop, Xiao Zhao saw a giant made entirely of iron sitting cross-legged in meditation, before stopping in front of a quiet, cold pool.

Splash! Two hands emerged from the water.

Xiao Zhao screamed "Ah!" and instinctively hid behind Tan Wenjie.

The hands slowly rose up, revealing a woman with long hair covering her face. She exuded a strong aura of resentment, and a second glance revealed a lewd warmth emanating from her trouser legs.

Her body stiffened as she slowly made her way to the shore.

"Amei, has anything happened recently?"

Tan Wenjie reached out and helped her smooth her hair, revealing her stunningly beautiful face, a feature inherited from Tomie.

"So beautiful," Xiao Zhao murmured.

The beauty is eerie, making people feel uneasy and terrified.

Chu Renmei nodded gently.

Tan Wenjie: "You said that over the past few hundred years, some people have accidentally entered this place, but you remembered my orders and didn't kill them. You just sent them out and even gave them some junk? Was it a weapon that the little zombie forged incorrectly, and you were afraid I would scold it when I came back, so you deliberately threw it away?"

Chu Renmei nodded again.

Only with this reasoning could the so-called "Heavenly Sword" have appeared.

As for the original Heaven-Slaying Sword, it is no longer important. No matter how many divine weapons there are in the world, they cannot compare to the weapons used by true immortals.

Even trash discarded by the gods would be a rare and divine weapon in the mortal realm.

Xiao Zhao: "?"

The Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword plunged the entire martial arts world into a bloodbath, yet it turned out to be just a piece of trash that no one wanted to deal with.

She couldn't help but ask, "What about the Dragon Slayer Saber?"

Chu Renmei stared intently at her, and only nodded slightly when Xiao Zhao's heart clenched and she was unable to speak.

Tan Wenjie wasn't angry; it was just some trash, he could just throw it away.

"Wait, you said there was another Thunder Chicken that ran away and didn't return for decades?"

Chu Renmei nodded.

"I'll make trouble for that kid later. Don't worry, I won't say you snitched."

Once Chu Renmei had submerged back into the water and disappeared without a trace, Tan Wenjie turned around and said to Xiao Zhao, "Let's go."

He had already looked around and found that the scale of the breeding operation had not changed at all, only the strength had slightly improved.

As expected, celestial birds and spirit beasts are not so easy to raise.

Xiao Zhao suddenly asked, "Why don't we want those fruits that have fallen on the ground?"

“The fairy fruit has a spirit, and if it falls to the ground when it is ripe, its efficacy will be greatly reduced,” Tan Wenjie explained casually. “Besides, if the chickens and sheep eat it, it can fill their bellies and keep them from causing trouble.”

Xiao Zhao: "..."

"Will eating those magic fruits really turn you into an immortal?"

"It can't be changed, but eating more of it can prolong life, keep you young forever, and allow you to live for hundreds of years longer."

Xiao Zhao exclaimed in surprise: "I can live for hundreds of years longer too?"

Tan Wenjie nodded: "Yes, but it's very difficult to become an immortal; you have to cultivate yourself."

"I'd better eat more fruit." She counted on her fingers, "Eat a few a day, and I can easily live for thousands of years."

"The fruit takes at least a century to ripen," Tan Wenjie cautioned.

If the yield is high, that's fine, but if there's only one tree, eating one tree won't add a hundred years to your lifespan; it will just kill you.

Seeing Xiao Zhao's dejected expression, Tan Wenjie comforted her, "Your lifespan is now enough for you to cultivate yourself into an immortal."

When the conversation turned to the heavens, Xiao Zhao became interested again: "What's it like up there?"

"Hmm...the sky...it's actually not that great."

They were all eunuchs.

……

While the six major sects were besieging Bright Peak, Zhang Wuji secretly sneaked into the mountain.

Zhang Wuji never expected his luck to be so bad. He wanted to reveal his identity to see his maternal grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, but the Ming Cult disciples all said he was an imposter and then drew their swords to attack him.

Now he has no choice but to go on alone, first making his way to Bright Peak, and then waiting to see the White-browed Eagle King.

As he walked, he realized that something was wrong with the path ahead; he seemed to have stumbled into a secret passage.

What's even more strange is that a veiled monk is talking to himself.

"Why is the monk wearing a mask?"

It's not like you have to marry a monk just because you see his face.

There must be something strange about this.

Getting closer, they indeed heard the other person talking to themselves, detailing their crimes.

The monk, who called himself Cheng Kun, recounted how he had an affair with Yang Dingtian's wife and how he impersonated the Golden Lion King to kill people everywhere.

"You villain, die!" Zhang Wuji thought of his adoptive father, the Golden-Haired Lion King, and in a fit of rage, he immediately rushed out.

The monk's expression changed, and he instinctively reached out with his claws, but unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji broke two of his fingers with a single punch.

The fist continued its momentum, striking the monk's chest heavily.

"puff!"

The monk spat out blood, flew backward, and rolled away a great distance like a gourd. Just as Zhang Wuji was about to rush up again, the monk suddenly braced himself with his elbow and darted forward a distance before pressing a certain mechanism.

"Boom!"

The massive stone door slammed down, trapping Zhang Wuji inside the secret chamber.

Zhang Wuji immediately used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to try to open the door, but found that the stone door did not budge.

“This…” Zhang Wuji looked at the Persian writing on the stone gate.

"What is this?"

He doesn't know him.

……

Meanwhile, the six major sects have successfully stormed Bright Peak.

Despite their united efforts, the Ming Cult leadership suffered repeated defeats.

"Exterminate the evil cult!"
People are already chanting slogans.

Just then, a voice suddenly came.

"Before you destroy the Demonic Sect, can you return the Heaven-Reliant Divine Sword to me?"

The figure fell, and the impact with the ground created a shockwave, sending dust flying.

It's clear that the opponent's lightness skill isn't very good, but his internal strength is extremely profound. If it were an ordinary martial arts master, they would definitely break both of their legs.

"It's you!" Song Qingshu from the Wudang Sect was startled when he saw the red-clad figure suddenly appear.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was in the distance, also recognized the person.

"Qingshu, who is she?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

Song Qingshu quickly changed his expression and angrily said, "She is the female thief who harmed Junior Brother Wuji that day, and she is an accomplice of another person!"

"I harmed Zhang Wuji? Wasn't it because you were jealous of Zhang Wuji that you wanted to kill him?"

Xiao Zhao is adept at the art of conversation and strategy. Instead of explaining herself when someone misunderstands her, she questions the other person.

She was originally a disciple of the Demonic Sect, and her reputation was not good to begin with. Song Qingshu was different; he dared not be associated with her in the slightest.

Sure enough, upon hearing her words, many people cast skeptical glances at her.

"It's you." The White-browed Eagle King recognized Xiao Zhao.

The chains on Xiao Zhao's hands and feet were put on by him.

When he saw Xiao Zhao again, she was no longer wearing chains, and her breathing was deep and long, indicating that her skill was definitely above his own.

“It’s me.” Xiao Zhao turned around and looked at the Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword in Miejue’s hand.

"What, you dare to steal the Heaven-Slaying Sword? Then pay with your life!" Miejue drew her sword.

Xiao Zhao rushed up to him and slapped him more than a dozen times.

"You old lewd nun! You thieving nun!..."

They were cursing and hitting each other at the same time.

When she stopped, Miejue was still shaking her head unconsciously, her mouth full of blood, which stained her chest.

"you!"

Miejue looked at her empty hands, then at Xiao Zhao, where the Heaven-Slaying Sword was already in her grasp.

She couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

"How can your skill be so strong!"

Not only was the White-Browed Eagle King puzzled, but Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were also confused. If Xiao Zhao had displayed such strong skills back then, it wouldn't have been them who knocked her off the cliff, but rather they themselves who were forced to jump off the cliff.

"Well, I just happened to run into a deity." Xiao Zhao drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword. "Then I ate some fruit inside, and that's it."

She pursed her lips and sheathed the sword.

No wonder Tan Wenjie looked down on it; compared to the divine weapons in the mountains, this sword was really ordinary.

With this divine sword in hand, one can roam freely in the martial world.

"Could it be a deity from Kunlun Mountain?" The White-browed Eagle King took a deep breath. "In the Kunlun Mountain area, there has always been a legend that there are deities living in the mountains, with divine weapons, immortal fruits, and immortal beasts. If one enters and gains the favor of the deities, one can become invincible. According to legend, the Condor Hero Yang Guo once received the help of one of these immortal birds and became invincible in the world. Later, after the Condor Hero passed away, the Condor returned to the immortal mountain."

"The Condor?" Xiao Zhao tilted her head and thought for a moment.

There are many roosters in the valley. When did the divine eagle appear? But if we say that those roosters are eagles, it seems reasonable. Some of them are indeed bigger than eagles.

Moreover, she had heard Tan Wenjie mention before that a bird had escaped from the mountains and returned after several decades.

It seems to be that one.

The White-browed Eagle King then said, "Back then, one of my Ming Cult elders said that if someone could obtain the immortal destiny in the mountains, he would become the leader of the Ming Cult."

Having said that, he knelt on one knee and said loudly, "Greetings, Master!"

The crowd shouted in unison, "Greetings, Master!" (End of Chapter)