Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 132 The Eight Immortals Sword in Wine, A Dream of Immortals

"Where are you from, young master?" The woman in purple gestured to Gu Zhao to sit down, then sat down opposite him, displaying her shapely figure to him.

Gu Zhaoqing couldn't help but scan him up and down, then said seriously, "I am from Changping Prefecture. I am traveling in Yongzhou to collect folk songs and paintings."

The woman in red glanced at Gu Zhao, whose eyes were filled with eagerness, and then at Zhuo Qingyan, whose expression was aloof. She couldn't help but smile knowingly, and her smile towards Gu Zhao became even more radiant. "Young master, you are handsome and talented. I truly admire you."

"You flatter me, you flatter me. It was just some casual writing and drawing," Gu Zhao said modestly.

"Why be so modest, sir?" The woman in purple gave Gu Zhaofei a flirtatious wink. "If you have the time, sir, could you perhaps paint a picture for me tonight and compose a poem for me?"

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow and inhaled. So direct?
The woman in red winked at the woman in purple, then smiled at Gu Zhao and said, "Third sister is just joking, young master, please don't take it to heart. After dinner, I'll take you to rest."

Gu Zhao looked at the woman in purple, then at the woman in red, surprised to find that he was quite popular.

The woman in green, however, didn't look at Gu Zhao. Instead, she looked Yun Yang up and down, a satisfied expression appearing on her face. After showing a hint of admiration, she asked, "Young master, you wear a long sword at your waist. Are you a martial arts master?"

Yun Yang patted the sword hilt, "The Eight Immortals Sword in the wine, a god in dreams."

"What do you mean by that?" the woman in green asked.

"It is my swordsmanship that takes its name from the Eight Immortals, comprehends their meaning, and uses their skills to bring the Legend of the Eight Immortals back to life in the world," Yun Yang said in a sharp voice, his eyes gleaming.

The woman in green gave a perfunctory look, but her face was full of anticipation. "I also enjoy sword dancing. The moon is beautiful tonight. Would you mind joining me, young master, to admire the moon and discuss swordsmanship?"

Yun Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and nodded, "That is indeed my wish, I dare not ask you."

The woman in green also wore a satisfied smile.

After the woman in green finished speaking, the woman in red clapped her hands, and then a group of servants came to the front hall carrying wooden trays. They placed the dishes and soups on the trays on the side table of the hall and also set out the bowls, chopsticks and stools.

The woman in red stood up and invited, "Dinner is ready. If you don't mind, would you like to join us for dinner?"

Gu Zhao glanced at the back door and noticed that the servants who had just entered through the back door had disappeared without a sound. Then, looking at the table laden with chicken, duck, fish, and other exquisite dishes, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are there only three young ladies in charge of the courtyard? Are there any elders I may pay my respects to?"

"You're quite polite, aren't you?" The woman in purple came to Gu Zhao's side, gently rubbing his arm with her soft skin, her expression feigning sadness and dejection.

"Our parents have both passed away, leaving only the three of us sisters to depend on each other for survival. This place is desolate and remote, and every night we are filled with worry and fear, worried that evil people will come knocking on our door," the woman in purple said softly.

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow and asked again, "Your father and mother have both passed away?"

The woman in purple nodded. "That's right."

Knowing that the three people opposite were the whole group, Gu Zhao felt relieved and pointed to herself, "Aren't you afraid we're bad guys?"

The woman in purple chuckled, "Young master, you jest. How could you be villains?"

The woman in red approached the dining table and invited them again, "Please take your seats, everyone. Let's eat and chat. The young master's maid and coachman may go to the back room to dine."

The group looked at Gu Zhao, who did not sit down but sighed, "So that you sisters know that, to you, we are indeed bad people."

The woman in red was puzzled. "What do you mean by that, young master?" Gu Zhao did not answer, but looked at Yun Yang and said, "I'll make things a little more difficult for you, and I won't do anything."

Yun Yang glanced at the purple-clad woman who was almost touching Gu Zhao, grinned, and with a clang, drew his longsword. The sword wind almost pierced through space in an instant, flying nearly ten feet away, making the purple-clad woman's brow twitch as if a sharp blade was cutting her face.

"what!"

The woman in purple screamed, her figure instantly transforming into a wisp of purple smoke as she swiftly retreated to a corner of the hall. Only then did she reappear, her face pale and her eyes filled with terror. "You're a mage!?"

At this moment, Yun Yang had already arrived beside Gu Zhao. "To strike unexpectedly and catch someone off guard, what kind of difficulty is that?"

Gu Zhaoshun took Zhuo Qingyan's fair wrist, pulled the embroiderer's arm, and led them back three steps. "I'm leaving all three of them to you. Be careful not to get drained."

Yun Yang was not surprised but delighted. Sensing the murderous aura emanating from the souls of the three people opposite him, he became excited. "Then thank you!"

It's unclear which powerful being created the Five Thunder Token and the Thunder Seed. The credit and profit sharing are quite intelligent. Since he put in the most effort, he will receive a slightly larger share of the Thunder Seed's profits.

Seeing the smile on Yun Yang's face, both the woman in red and the woman in green exuded a sinister aura.

"We have no grudge against each other, and we even treated you to a meal. Why did you resort to such cruelty?"

"Are you inviting us to dinner?" Zhuo Qingyan finally spoke, lightly waving her gauze sleeve with one hand. After a gust of cold wind, the illusion of the entire hall was shattered.

In an instant, the once luxurious and elegant hall was transformed into a desolate wasteland. The people were sitting on wooden stakes, and the dining table was a large stone, on which were placed dead earthworms, toads, a few dead rats, and a bunch of unknown insects.

The embroiderer frowned, "How disgusting!"

Seeing Zhuo Qingyan cast a spell and sensing the faint divine aura emanating from the yin energy, the woman in red's pupils contracted. "You're from the Golden Wind Sect? We've never offended the Golden Wind Sect!"

Yun Yang's sword answered her.

"laugh--"

With a sharp sword cry, Yun Yang instantly crossed two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and swept his sword wind, the Daoist Qi carrying a chilling sword aura, towards the red-clothed woman and the green-clothed woman at the waist.

"Old Guo cracks his whip! Zhongli presents his treasure!"

As soon as Yun Yang finished speaking, his longsword turned into a straight thrust, the tip of the sword repeatedly striking, and then pounced on the two women like plum blossoms in full bloom.

The two women unleashed their yin energy, creating a red and green smoke screen as they retreated rapidly. However, the longsword pierced through the smoke screen, and points of sword light struck their bodies.

How could a ghost with only a few decades of cultivation be a match for a master of the Quanzhen School? The seemingly thick ghostly smoke screen was no match for the true Qi of the Daoist school cultivated by Yun Yang.

Seeing the two women wailing in pain, with wisps of black smoke rising from their bodies and their alluring figures twisting in the night, Yun Yang showed no mercy. Instead, he pressed on, his longsword transforming into a blur of sword shadows, forcing the two women, one red and one green, to retreat once more.

It was only after retreating that the woman in purple realized that the two women had already moved to her side.

The woman in purple's pupils contracted sharply. Just as she was about to fly away, she discovered that her opponent's figure twisted and turned, and his sword light was so sharp that it was impenetrable. He had actually fought against three of them, trapping the three sisters in a sword curtain!

(End of this chapter)