Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 174 To atone for my sins, I decided not to descend the mountain for ten years.
Li Changsheng said irritably, and Ji Ruofeng and Baili Dongjun quickly stepped forward, flanking him from both sides.

Xiao Ruofeng stood in front of Li Changsheng, looking warily at the lazy young Taoist priest in green robes.

"An eye for an eye. I've come here to avenge a mere sleeve." Zhuang Buran's gaze fell on Ji Ruofeng.
"Didn't you notice that your ancestor not only has no power left, but his aura is also getting weaker and weaker? He's trying to go into qi deviation and dissipate his Great Chun Gong power. Why don't you slap him twice to stop him?"

Immediately, everyone present looked at Li Changsheng and saw that his forehead and cheeks were covered with a layer of fine sweat, and his expression had become extremely weak.

"Don't listen to this little devil's nonsense. I just want to take a nap."

Li Changsheng forced himself to stay awake, and after speaking in a daze, he closed his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Baili Dongjun recalled what the young Taoist priest in the green robe had said, as well as the storyteller at the inn and the novels he had been reading, and suddenly slapped Li Changsheng across the face.

"Master, please don't fall asleep, or you'll never wake up again."

Li Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes, his vision clearing considerably. He said, both ashamed and annoyed:
"I really just took a nap; it's just time to dissipate my energy."

After saying that, he could no longer hold on and completely fainted.

"Some people have lived for two or four thousand years and still haven't lived enough, while this Mr. Li has only lived to be one hundred and eighty years old and already wants to die. Truly, the world is a vast place where anything is possible."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe glanced around and smiled at Baili Dongjun and the other two:
"I'm a little fortune teller who can predict the future. Do you believe him or me?"

"If you believe me, quickly slap Mr. Li a few times to interrupt his process of dissipating his martial arts. If you don't believe me, then forget it. Tomorrow you will have a Li Changsheng who has lost all his martial arts and is in a state of life and death."

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances. Ji Ruofeng first took Li Changsheng's pulse to examine his internal condition, sensing that his power was receding like a tide.

Having only heard of the "Great Chun Gong" and being overly concerned, I couldn't help but speak up:
"I'm sorry, Ancestor!"

He actually slapped Li Changsheng twice, but this time he didn't wake him up.

"Baili Dongjun, Xiao Ruofeng, what are you two waiting for? This is a crucial moment." The young Taoist priest in green robes said solemnly.
"Since we can't wake Mr. Li up, the only way to stop his dissipation of his power is to strike his limbs and bones."

Upon hearing this, the two of them disregarded everything else. Since Ji Ruofeng, the head of the Hundred Knowledge Hall who was well-versed in all matters of the world, believed seven or eight parts of what the green-robed Taoist priest said, they had no choice but to believe him as well. So, with a mixture of belief and doubt, they tapped Li Changsheng's limbs with their sword sheaths.

“Go easy on him. This is your master. How can you hit him so hard?”

Zhuang Buran gestured and pointed from the side:
“This part can be emphasized more, as it is an important part of Mr. Li’s operation of the Great Chun Gong.”

After a short while, Baili Dongjun and his two companions, who had been in a state of high tension, stood to the side, slightly out of breath, while the young Taoist priest in green robes frowned as he looked at Li Changsheng, whose skin was turning somewhat blue and swollen.

"As expected of the Great Chun Gong, its self-healing ability is truly remarkable. I imagine that when Mr. Li wakes up, his face will only be slightly bluish."

"Young Master, shouldn't we stop Master's dissipation of power?" Baili Dongjun hurriedly asked.

"Not only is Xiaodao skilled in divination, but he also possesses medical skills that can reverse life and death. His medical expertise is no less than that of the famous Xin Baicao, who is known for bringing the dead back to life and restoring flesh to bones."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe waved his hand:
"Under my guidance, you have successfully prevented Mr. Li from losing his internal energy. Once he wakes up, it won't be long before he regains his full power of the Great Chun Gong."

As he said this, the king and his entourage looked over:
"Second Brother, now that our worldly affairs are settled, it's time for us to return to the mountain."

Having said that, he took the lead and left. Wang Yixing bowed and then quickly followed after him.

A few days later, at the foot of Wangcheng Mountain.

"Really? That day, Mr. Li really wanted to suffer a qi deviation and lose all his Great Chun Gong power?"

"Now that you've realized it, are Baili Dongjun and the other two already being thoroughly beaten by Li Changsheng?"

Ignoring Wang Yixing's stunned expression, the young Taoist priest in the green robe continued, "..."

"They probably haven't been dealt with yet. It seems that because their skills haven't fully recovered, they're probably keeping this score in mind."

"However, to be fair, he did want to abandon his martial arts, change his name and identity, live a secluded life with his beloved woman, and no longer concern himself with the affairs of the Northern Jianghu."

"I'm completely convinced. From now on, you're truly my senior brother," Wang Yi sighed.

"I never expected you would even dare to mess with Mr. Li!"

The young Taoist priest in green robes appeared innocent:
"This time, Li Changsheng was planning to dispel his Great Spring Skill for the sake of a relationship. I didn't make things up. As for other matters, I didn't intervene, so what does it have to do with me?" "Furthermore, in the art of divination, who in the world can be absolutely certain? I was the only one who predicted that Li Changsheng wanted to dissipate his power, but I miscalculated a few things. I thought he wanted to take advantage of the time when he was young to use the method of going into a demonic state to dissipate his power."

"This has led to incidents such as descendants beating up their ancestors and disciples disrespecting their masters."

He looked utterly sinful:

"To atone for my sins, I have decided not to descend the mountain for ten years."

After saying that, the donkey beneath him started running like an arrow.

Wang Yixing: "."

"Senior brother, I feel that you are particularly ignoring Xiao Ruofeng, the Prince of Langya, who has a great reputation for virtue."

Wang Yixing rode his donkey to catch up, and heard the young Taoist priest in the green robe say casually:

"Born into the royal family, with the greatest master in the world above him, and many fellow disciples and subordinates below him, he is also an extremely capable person, yet he does not want to be emperor, but only wants to be a wise king. He is a naive and foolish fellow, and it is obvious that he will not live long. He should be regarded as a dead man."

Five years later.

In recent years, Emperor Tai'an of Beili Kingdom fell seriously ill, and the struggle for the throne became extremely fierce. Countless important court officials were assassinated by enemy assassins due to factional strife, and Tianqi City was shrouded in blood for a time, which was known as the War of the Eight Princes.

Later, Xiao Ruofeng led four top experts to establish the Tianqi Division to quell the rebellion. Li Xinyue, the daughter of Li Suwang, the current master of the Sword Heart Tomb, the successor of the Heart Sword, and also Lei Mengsha's wife, served as the Azure Dragon Envoy of the East.

Li Changsheng rejuvenated and changed his name to Nangong Chunshui. His wandering swordsman Sikong Changfeng was also the third city lord of Xueyue City and served as the Vermilion Bird Envoy of the South.

Tang Lianyue, a member of the Tang Clan and the world's best in hidden weapons, serves as the Xuanwu Envoy of the North.

The Hundred Knowledge Hall, which has never interfered in court affairs, appointed its leader, Ji Ruofeng, as the White Tiger Envoy of the West in his personal capacity.

Finally, Xiao Ruofeng supported his elder brother Xiao Ruojin, born of the same mother, to ascend the throne as emperor. It is now the fifth year of Mingde.

In the same year, the youngest purple-robed Celestial Master in the history of Wangcheng Mountain appeared, causing a stir throughout the martial arts world. At only sixteen years old, he had already mastered the swordsmanship and Taoist arts of Wangcheng Mountain.

I heard that he is the younger brother of Huangliang Xiaoshenxian, who has disappeared in recent years. Unlike his brother, who doesn't care much about martial arts, he has already entered the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm at a young age.

The reason she was named Zhao Yuzhen was because many celestial masters said she was a perfect piece of jade that Wangcheng Mountain had been waiting for for a hundred years.

He lived up to his reputation as a perfect jade, being the best in Wangcheng Mountain for a century in both Taoist magic and swordsmanship.

Since the Little Immortal Huangliang descended the mountain and entered the mortal world, he openly displayed only the ability to predict the future, so the imperial court and the martial arts world regarded him as a scholar-Taoist, and thus it did not cause too much of a stir.

A person born with a divine body and immortal destiny, without superb martial arts skills to support them, would only amaze people, not inspire fear. Following Zhao Yuzhen to become a purple-robed celestial master, the name of a reincarnated immortal of utmost sincerity and purity spread far and wide.

It's unclear how the rumor spread, but because Zhao Yuzhen had never descended the mountain, it eventually evolved into the idea that if he were to descend, the world would change and the destiny of the Heavenly Emperor would be threatened.

This led the current Emperor Mingde to inquire of the Imperial Preceptor Qi Tianchen. Although he received the reply that it was nonsense, he was still not at ease and sent five thousand iron cavalry to be stationed near Wangcheng Mountain to prevent him from coming down the mountain.

On this day, in the quiet and secluded courtyard, despite it being the dead of winter, the courtyard was as warm as spring.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Taoist priest, dressed in a green robe, lay languidly under the old peach tree.

Suddenly, a person dressed in white and wearing a strange-looking mask appeared on the roof.

"Interesting. Dressed as a man and wearing a strange mask with a mustache, do you really think that will make people think you're not a girl?"

"As expected of the 'Yellow Millet Immortal' of Wangcheng Mountain, skilled in divination." The man in white didn't bother with a falsetto, using his clear and melodious natural voice:

"Li Hanyi from Snow Moon City has come specifically to demand an explanation for my master."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe chuckled to himself.

“Young lady, please don’t joke. I have never been to Snow Moon City, how could I have offended your master?”

(End of this chapter)