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The special effects I added in Chapter 677, aren't they great?

Tan Wenjie nodded slightly to the group of people in front of him.

They all had some talent for cultivating immortality, but not much. Including the two elders of Xuanming, almost none of them could become immortals.

Indeed, those who can become immortals are one in ten thousand, and it is possible to find only a few in an entire era.

If he returns after traveling through time and space, this place will likely be littered with bones.

“You can cultivate in the mountains, or you can choose to leave,” Tan Wenjie said. “Just remember, you must not disturb the peaceful cultivation in the mountains again.”

"Yes!"*N
If it were possible to become an immortal, only a fool would leave.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at the Black Mountain Demon and the little zombie: "After we leave, the rest is up to you."

The little zombie glanced at Zhao Min, who was standing next to Tan Wenjie, with a resentful look in its eyes.

They previously mentioned a limit on the number of participants, so why were they able to add one more person suddenly?

Hundreds of years is a very difficult time to endure.

Tan Wenjie reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhao and Zhao Min, carrying them into the sky and soaring into the crack that had opened up in the sky.

"what--!"

The two of them screamed and hugged Tan Wenjie from the left and right.

Forced to be surrounded by women on both sides, Tan Wenjie could only endure the distress of being taken advantage of. In order to ensure his safety, he ultimately bore it all alone.

Their figures disappeared into the sky above the fairy valley, like a cool breeze blowing on your face after an autumn rain, leaving in a hurry.

Six months later, the martial arts community, who had been searching for the immortals of Kunlun Mountain, finally realized that they might not have any affinity with immortality and chose to launch another sweeping search against the Golden Lion King.

The loss of the Heaven-Slaying Sword doesn't mean the Dragon-Slaying Saber is gone either. If you can't become a celestial being, you can just find the Dragon-Slaying Saber and become the supreme martial arts master.

The martial arts world was once again engulfed in bloodshed, but without Zhao Min's involvement, the battle between good and evil, and the feuds within the martial arts world, lacked some of the passion and the fighting wasn't as intense, leaving a sense of regret.

More than a year later, Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of Bright Peak who took over Bright Peak and became the new leader, activated the mechanism and discovered an unidentified corpse inside.

It appears he has been dead for about two years, but his identity is uncertain. Based on the timeline, he must have sneaked up here during the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects.

There was no news of Zhang Wuji in the martial arts world, nor any news of the Golden Lion King. Everything ended without a conclusion, until this generation gradually grew old and left behind another legend about immortals emerging from Kunlun Mountain in the final moments of their lives.

……

Suddenly, three figures—one man and two women—appeared out of thin air in an open space.

Looking at Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao, who were walking unsteadily, Tan Wenjie said, "It's normal to feel dizzy. You'll get used to it after vomiting a few times."

The voice just fell.

"Ugh—" X2
Tan Wenjie pulled his hands away, took a few steps back to distance himself from them, and decided not to give them any chicken dinners for the time being.

He turned to look around and thought to himself, "Just as I expected."

It's normal to end up in a different place each time you travel through time, and it's still unknown how long after the events of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber we are now.

Clang, clang, clang, the sound of horses' hooves approached.

Tan Wenjie: "Damn it, not again?"

The sense of déjà vu is too strong.

Last time I ran into Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao, I wonder who I'll run into this time.

He soon had no more doubts. Two figures galloped towards him from the end of his line of sight. They were wearing dark blue robes. The one in front was the Kung Fu Emperor, and the one behind was none other than Fu Qingfeng Shen Yu.

"Xu~"

Upon seeing Tan Wenjie standing in the road, they immediately reined in their horses and brought them to a sudden stop, their hooves flying high, the wind whipping up their hair.

However, the three of them remained expressionless and simply watched quietly.

"I apologize, sir." The man on horseback clasped his hands in greeting. "I am Linghu Chong from the Huashan Sect. I almost injured you all just now. Please forgive me."

Linghu Chong glanced subconsciously at the two people beside Tan Wenjie, and had a strange feeling that he should switch places with the man and stand between the two of them.

He immediately shook his head, realizing that there was something wrong with his thinking.

"Young Master Zhang?" Xiao Zhao asked in surprise.

She hadn't seen Zhang Wuji since they parted ways, and she never expected to "reunite" here. They had a life-or-death bond, so she was somewhat happy.

“Miss, you have mistaken me for someone else. My surname is Linghu.” Linghu Chong clasped his hands in greeting once more.

Seeing that the three had no intention of pursuing the matter, Linghu Chong breathed a sigh of relief: "My junior brother and I have important matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave now."

The man seemed to have no martial arts skills, but the two women beside him possessed deep and powerful auras, indicating they were no ordinary people.

It would be best to avoid conflict, especially since he still has his master's orders to follow.

"Junior sister...brother," Linghu Chong coughed lightly, "Let's go."

"Yes, senior brother." The "young man" who was addressed as junior brother, but was obviously a girl disguised as a boy, deliberately lowered his voice and said.

He even imitated Linghu Chong by clasping his hands in a fist salute to the three of them.

The two rode past the three on horseback. As they left, her eyes met Tan Wenjie's. She thought to herself, "What a handsome man. It's a pity he's too handsome, with two top beauties by his side."

"Junior brother!" Linghu Chong's call came out much more smoothly this time.

"Oh, coming~" She suddenly forgot to lower her voice and subconsciously responded in her natural female voice. She only realized it after running a short distance away.

"Senior Brother, it seems I've been exposed."

“It’s alright, those three shouldn’t mean any harm,” Linghu Chong said, shaking his head. “Besides, they shouldn’t be Jinyiwei henchmen, so they shouldn’t have any conflict with us.”

He thought that the two women's martial arts skills were no less than his own, and that if a conflict really broke out, the two of them would definitely lose.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"drive!"

In the middle of the road, Tan Wenjie watched the two leave.

Linghu Chong's self-introduction also reveals that they must have appeared one or two hundred years later, during the Ming Dynasty.

"Why are you staring at her like that?" Zhao Min said, somewhat annoyed.

She and Tan Wenjie were in a relationship where they took off their clothes to heal their wounds, yet she stared at another woman without blinking.

"She looks a lot like..."

"Your wife?" Xiao Zhao blurted out.

"How did you know?" Tan Wenjie asked in surprise.

He really does look like my wife, they're practically identical.

Xiao Zhao said helplessly, "Young Master, you always use this kind of excuse."

When I saw myself before, people said I looked like the Lady, and later I looked like Zhao Min, and now they say I look like that female knight disguised as a man.

To be able to shamelessly call lustful a mere sentimentality—no wonder they're considered immortals.

Zhao Min, standing next to her, had already started rolling her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Zhao said, "Young Master said before that you and his wife look alike."

Zhao Min blushed slightly and turned her head away.

"Nonsense, I'm not like that."

She turned back and found that the two had already walked far away.

Zhao Min shouted, "Hey, wait for me!"

Tan Wenjie didn't even turn his head: "The arrogant one has stepped down."

"Young master, where are we going?" Xiao Zhao asked curiously.

Before they came out, they already knew they would be traveling through time to a world a hundred years in the future. Xiao Zhao, with Tan Wenjie as her guide, didn't feel there was any problem at all.

As for Zhao Min... she's famously love-obsessed.

Tan Wenjie said, "Of course, we should go back to Kunlun Mountain."

Even if he encounters "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," it doesn't mean he has to get involved; being a deity is still quite busy.

After this harvest, we can leave. Wasting time in a low-level martial arts world is nothing, but if our strength doesn't improve, we'll feel a slight sense of crisis.

After all, it is still uncertain when the "abyss" will strike again.

Those evil forces that can also travel between different dimensions are not necessarily affected by the flow of time. As soon as they flew into the air, they suddenly saw a group of soldiers below them carrying knives and marching along the mountain road. The long procession stretched out like a snake.

The leader was an old eunuch, who was carried in a sedan chair.

Tan Wenjie's gaze sharpened and he immediately recognized the person's appearance.

"Shi Jian?"

Without a beard, Shi Jian is highly likely to be a villain.

"Those look like people from the imperial court?" Zhao Min asked curiously. "When did these officials and soldiers appear?"

"They were the Embroidered Uniform Guards of the Ming Dynasty."

"bright?"

"The Ming dynasty that destroyed the Yuan dynasty."

"How is that possible!" Zhao Min exclaimed, her eyes wide.

Although she was well aware that the situation in the court was not optimistic, she never thought that the country would perish.

"The passage of time and the rise and fall of dynasties are the natural course of world development," Tan Wenjie said, "just like birth, aging, sickness, and death."

He had seen too much and knew very well that there was no such thing as an everlasting dynasty in the world.

What is united for a long time will inevitably divide, and what is divided for a long time will inevitably unite; this is simply the norm.

Zhao Min asked, "And what about you? Will you also experience birth, aging, sickness, and death?"

She was calmer than expected, but after glancing at the queue below a few more times, her mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts.

"Me?" Tan Wenjie smiled. "I am a deity, but deities have three calamities to avoid and various tribulations to overcome. If they cannot overcome them, they will still die and perish."

Zhao Min nodded thoughtfully.

She knew too little about immortals. She thought that if she had stayed in the mountains for decades or centuries, she would have known more about immortals. But then she thought that if she didn't have the talent to cultivate immortality, she would probably be a handful of dust by now.

"Young Master, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Zhao saw Tan Wenjie smile and thought to herself that the young master must be thinking of another bad idea.

"They are looking for a martial arts manual."

Tan Wenjie pointed downwards.

"There is a book called 'Sunflower Manual'. Once mastered, one will be virtually invincible in the martial arts world."

Neither of them was puzzled as to why he knew so much. It was only natural for a deity who could travel freely through the river of time to be able to predict the future, understand causes and consequences, and be knowledgeable about everything.

Upon hearing that it was a peerless martial art, Zhao Min's face showed interest.

“This martial art is quick to learn, but the conditions are very strict,” Tan Wenjie explained. “You must castrate yourself.”

"Eh~" X2
Suddenly, I felt that this divine skill manual smelled like urine, especially Zhao Min, whose face was clearly full of disgust.

"Wait, young master, what do you want to do?" Xiao Zhao asked.

Tan Wenjie's smile was too dangerous, and alarm bells went off in her mind.

Someone might be in trouble.

"I'm thinking, if I copied this martial arts manual hundreds or thousands of times and sent it to the martial arts world, do you think anyone would learn to practice it?"

“There should be,” Zhao Min said first. “No matter what dynasty or what kind of martial arts world, there must be people who harbor deep hatred. They are not afraid of death for revenge, let alone castration.”

When it comes to understanding human nature, she is among the best.

“Yes, if you knew someone was coming to take revenge, and anyone in the martial arts world could learn this divine skill, what would you do?” Tan Wenjie asked again.

Zhao Min: “…”

She suddenly felt that Tan Wenjie's thoughts were a bit dirty.

“If you don’t learn, your enemies might come knocking, and your entire family might be wiped out.” Tan Wenjie didn’t need to answer; he started speaking on his own. “So you can’t gamble; you can only learn. The martial world is a place of fierce competition. If you learn, he’ll learn too, and then…”

He paused appropriately, leaving the two of them with endless room for imagination.

"Huh~" The two shook their heads in unison.

The thought of the martial arts world turning into a eunuch-dominated martial arts world sends chills down my spine.

"gone."

Tan Wenjie led the two down from the clouds.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zhao Min asked nervously.

"Why not give it a try? Besides, I'm quite interested in the Sunflower Manual."

He was more interested in Dongfang Bubai, and after seeing which version of Linghu Chong it was, he had a feeling.

If, by some chance, it really is the version of Dongfang Bubai that he is familiar with, played by Brigitte Lin, no, he absolutely cannot think about it too much.

The three landed behind the Imperial Guards.

In just a short while, they had surrounded a dye shop in front of them in layers. Linghu Chong and his companion, who had met once before, had just rushed into the dye shop.

"Who are you?"

A voice came from behind, and the person looked exactly like Hong Qi from hundreds of years ago.

However, he was dressed in the uniform of a commander of the Imperial Guard, with a sword hanging at his waist, and he exuded a treacherous and wicked air about him as he walked, sat, and lay down.

"Hiss, I never thought a guy with thick eyebrows and small eyes like you would turn into a scoundrel and a treacherous minister." Tan Wenjie sighed, subconsciously reaching for his camera to take a picture.

"Don't move!" The other party drew his sword.

The Imperial Guards who rushed over from behind also drew their swords and surrounded the three of them.

"Speak! Who are you?!"

He turned to look at Xiao Zhao, then at Zhao Min, and finally at Tan Wenjie.

A man was traveling with two beautiful women, how arrogant! Ouyang Quan hated it when others lived more freely than him.

Tan Wenjie cleared his throat. Seeing a familiar face playing a villain gave him a strange and unsettling feeling, making him want to rant and rave.

Ideally, you should catch him posing in various ways and take photos to commemorate the moment.

He will have countless more opportunities to see "Zhi Qiu Yi Ye's" face in the future.

"Hmph, I'm afraid my young master's name will scare you!" Xiao Zhao took a step forward, interrupting Tan Wenjie's attempt to speak.

Tan Wenjie looked at Xiao Zhao in surprise.

Exceptional masters are usually cold-hearted and taciturn.

He secretly thought to himself that it was fortunate he had stopped in time, otherwise he might have ruined the first impression created by his excellent and aloof appearance.

What a surprise! I never expected that the straight man/woman I've always wanted would come true in this unexpected way.

She is skilled in both gentle and forceful communication, capable of warming the bed and washing feet, as well as engaging in witty banter and witty arguments. She is respectful in public and attentive and caring in private.

"Young Master?" Xiao Zhao turned her head, seeking permission to act.

"Hmm." Tan Wenjie nodded, deciding to maintain his aloof demeanor.

"Hmph." Ouyang Quan sneered.

Now that a large army is pressing in, he is not afraid even if the Japanese pirates are here, let alone just three people.

Xiao Zhao suddenly raised her hand and drew the sword from her waist.

These were the weapons Tan Wenjie casually provided to them when he left. In addition to these, there were other equipment that could automatically activate cultivation even without actual training once worn.

"Om-!"

In an instant, a fierce wind arose, and the world was plunged into darkness.

A sharp whistling sound pierced the sky.

Xiao Zhao and Zhao Min both widened their eyes simultaneously.

"This, this is..."

Tan Wenjie smiled smugly: "The special effects I added, aren't they great?"

It doesn't emit golden light or cause light pollution, so what kind of divine weapon is it?

(End of this chapter)