Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 172 When the morning bell tolls, one pretends to be deaf; when others shout, one turns to wind; when busy chasing, one becomes a grave.
"The current head of the Hundred Knowledge Hall, Ji Ruofeng!" Wang Yixing turned his head to look at the young Taoist priest in the green robe:

"It seems that not only are we interested in this competition, but Bai Xiaotang has also been waiting for it for a long time."

Zhuang Buran spoke lazily:
"The Hundred Knowledge Hall is said to be omnipresent and omniscient, with branches all over the world. There is no secret they cannot find and no person they cannot locate."

"Now that the number one in the Southern Manual is fighting the number one in the world, how could we not come to watch and record it?"

"There is a secret that we still can't find out," Ji Ruofeng said, looking at the young Taoist priest in the green robe.
"I wonder if the Little Immortal Huangliang actually practiced martial arts."

Zhuang Buyan raised his eyebrows slightly:
“It is perfectly normal for cultivators to be as swift as the wind and as light as a swallow, to be able to pray for rain and tell fortunes. They should not need any martial arts skills.”

On the other side, the purple umbrella held by Yu Shengmo was originally composed of two weapons: one was the Evil Dragon Cover, and the other was the Xuanfeng Sword.

He was surrounded by purple energy, with the purple energy from the longsword in his hand being the most concentrated. With just a light swing, the remaining force overturned the roof of the carved building.

The people on the rooftop took advantage of the situation and floated to a safe area.

Li Changsheng raised his sword and shook it, causing the incoming sword energy to dissipate. He then flipped and pressed down, and Yu Shengmo, as if powerless to resist, crashed into the carved building, shaking the entire building three times.

Seeing this, Ji Ruofeng began to speak while simultaneously recording what he had seen:
"Li Changsheng and Yushengmo have fought each other three times in total."

"The first time, Li Changsheng was already a world-renowned swordsman, while Yusheng was a newcomer to the martial world and was defeated with a single sword strike."

"The second time, Li Changsheng defeated him with a single sword strike. Yu Sheng's Demon Sword broke, and he began to practice the 'Demon Immortal Sword' instead."

"No one could witness the third defeat, but we were still defeated."

A flash of purple light appeared, and Yu Shengmo suddenly appeared in the sky.

"It is unknown whether it was Mr. Li's masterful control of force that allowed the Rain Demon to only smash through the carved building without injuring the people inside."

"It is still Yusheng Demon who has the name of a demon, but is kind and beautiful. Even though he was humiliated in a careless way, he still did not completely unleash his power and turn this carved building into dust."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe said listlessly:
"It seems he has willingly entered the demonic path, pushing his cultivation to its peak, causing his aura to grow stronger and stronger, changing the celestial phenomena over a thousand miles, and drawing the power of heaven into a single sword."

"How can he be so stingy when it comes to killing? What an extremely kind-hearted devil!"

Immediately, the people around looked at the young Taoist priest in the green robe with strange eyes.

"Don't underestimate this seemingly minor matter; Li Changsheng is about to draw his sword," Zhuang Buran said calmly.

But then Yu Shengmo shouted "Sword fall!" and thunderbolts rained down, suddenly gathering in the sword he held, and then he swung the sword again.

Li Changsheng shook his head helplessly, raised the Untainted Dust in his hand, and uttered a low shout:
"Earthquake!"

The thunder roared like a thousand war drums, and endless bolts of lightning struck the lightning sword energy that seemed to stretch across the heavens and earth.
"boom!"

The sky turned into a vast expanse of white, and in an instant the dark clouds dispersed, snow fell heavily, and Li Changsheng and Yusheng had vanished without a trace.

Xie Xuan frowned:
"Just now, Yu Sheng's demonic eyes showed an unusual color, which is a sign of demonic possession. However, he willingly entered the demonic path, sacrificing his body to achieve the supreme sword technique. How come both of them are gone now?"

"One's playing around, the other's fighting tooth and nail. No wonder the former is the best in the world, and the latter is the best in the Southern Manual. We can wait for the next act," the young Taoist priest in green robes said leisurely.
"Second Junior Brother, you should go and find the manager of Diaolou Xiaozhu to compensate us. The roof has been ripped off, and it's uninhabitable. We'll go stay at Baipin Pavilion next."

After saying that, he leaped to the ground and left in a carefree and unrestrained manner.

"Master Wang, your junior brother truly seems like a carefree immortal frolicking in the mortal world." Ji Ruofeng said thoughtfully.
"It seems they don't think much of this unparalleled duel."

Wang Yihang gave a dry laugh:
"I am already the laziest person in Wangcheng Mountain. He is even more so. He pretends to be deaf when the morning bell rings, turns into the wind when others shout, and makes a grave when busy chasing. This has always been his way of doing things."

"So, you should stop being interested in my junior brother."

Having said that, he leaped to the ground and went into the carved building to demand an explanation from the manager.

Xie Xuan looked at the fading figure of the young Taoist priest in green robes and couldn't help but speak:
"Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. Mr. Li is like this, and so is this little immortal. What is said in the book is indeed true."

Seven days later.

Above the North Gate of the Palace, countless Imperial Guards lay scattered about, while a young Taoist priest in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the main road leading from the palace gate to the Imperial Study.

Wang Yixing, standing nearby, repeatedly reached out to touch the armored soldiers lying on the ground. He saw they were still breathing, though seemingly asleep, and his internal energy, injected into them, seemed to have vanished without a trace. He couldn't help but stand up and ask the young Taoist in the green robe:
"Really? How did you do that? And isn't it a bit too arrogant of us to so recklessly take down the Imperial Guards?"

"This technique is called 'The Northern Dipper Conferred Gods,' just a simple trick," Zhuang Buran said casually.
"There will be even more arrogant people later. What are we compared to them? You should know that many imperial guards are stationed at the palace gate ahead. It is clear that countless elite imperial guards are lying in ambush at the palace gates."

With a flick of his sleeve, one talisman after another quietly disappeared into the shadows, while a screen of light materialized.

"This way we can see it more clearly."

Li Changsheng's figure appeared on the light screen, walking leisurely on the straight and wide road.

At this moment, Ji Ruofeng swept over:

"I knew that Master Zhao would not miss this grand show, so I waited outside. Now that I have seen him, he is indeed extraordinary and awe-inspiring."

"My skills are merely a few tricks, nothing to boast about." Zhuang Buran gestured towards the light screen.

"Mr. Li is about to display his great prowess."

Upon hearing this, the two looked at the light screen and saw a purple sedan chair being carried by several servants towards Li Changsheng.

"Zhuoqing, the head of the Five Great Supervisors of Tianqi, is the number one expert in the Imperial Palace. His martial arts level has reached the half-step Divine Realm. He has profound knowledge of the 'Xuhuai Gong' he has cultivated, and he claims that he can kill someone below the half-step Divine Realm with six palms." Ji Ruofeng said with a solemn expression.

Just as Li Changsheng brushed past the purple sedan chair, the two long poles of the sedan chair snapped instantly, and the people carrying the sedan chair all fell flat on their backs.

The young Taoist priest in green robes sneered:
"Today I have revealed some of my true strength. I still needed to use my sword to deal with the demon Yu Shengmo who had fallen into demonic possession. Now I don't even need to pretend anymore. With just my own power, I have overwhelmed him and left him with no chance to fight back."

As Li Changsheng passed through a palace gate, a Taoist priest with long hair and beard, holding a white whisk, blocked his way with a wry smile.

“Qi Tianchen, a disciple of Huanglong Mountain, is proficient in formations and qi observation techniques, and his martial arts are at the half-step Divine Travel level.” Ji Ruofeng carefully observed the white-haired old Taoist.

With a casual wave of his hand, Li Changsheng sent the old Taoist priest, who had an air of otherworldly grace, away. The old priest collapsed to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yihang clearly realized something and blurted out:

"That's overacting!"

Subsequently, Li Changsheng moved as if he were in an empty field. Wherever he went, men and horses fell to the ground. The Tiger Guards who were lying in ambush and the hidden experts of the Imperial Guards all fell to the ground and could not get up.

He appeared like a ghost at the outermost palace gate, glanced around, then looked at the three of them, and chuckled repeatedly.
"You guys really know how to seize opportunities."

"Master Ji brought us here, saying there's a good show to watch today." The young Taoist priest in the green robe dispersed the light barrier, appearing quite obedient.

"They said that Emperor Tai'an had gathered the palace's top experts and a large army, vowing to tear the so-called number one man in the world apart with five horses and grind his bones to dust."

"They invited us to watch this wonderful show of catching a turtle in a jar."

"When he said that, his tone was excited, as if he still held a grudge against you for tearing up the martial arts ranking list, which made him afraid to open the list to this day."

Just as Zhao Ji Ruofeng opened her mouth in astonishment, she was interrupted by the young Taoist priest in green robes:
"I've done some quick calculations, so are you planning to reopen the Martial Arts Ranking once Mr. Li disappears?"

“That’s right, but…” Ji Ruofeng was interrupted again before he could finish speaking:

"But what? Do you know who this person is to you? How could he have such dark and despicable thoughts?"

Ji Ruofeng was immediately swayed, as if struck by something he had been searching for but unable to find the answer to, and immediately asked:
"Who are I to you?"

"Answer me first: do you acknowledge what happened just now?" the young Taoist priest in the green robe asked in return.

"I agree!" Ji Ruofeng answered without hesitation.

"Mr. Li, did you hear that?" The young Taoist priest in the green robe spread his hands:
"My junior brother and I were just bystanders who were dragged here to watch."

"I'm starting to feel a little fortunate; thank goodness I didn't take you as my apprentice." Li Changsheng looked at Wang Yihang:
"With a disciple who likes to rebel against the Heavenly Gang, Lü Suzhen must have lost a lot of hair over the years."

Wang Yihang gave an awkward smile and didn't reply.

(End of this chapter)