Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 179 If you encounter Huang Liang, take a detour; if you pique his interest, the consequences are unpredictable.
At the foot of Dafanyin Temple.

Most of the most outstanding young masters in the martial arts world are here. A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, carrying a sword box, is seen wielding five flying swords and fighting against a seventeen or eighteen-year-old white-robed monk.

The young monk was extremely handsome, with a lofty and otherworldly air. The red mark between his eyebrows, both alluring and delicate, gave him an eerie appearance.

Beside them, besides the tall and gentle young man Han Shui Si Wu Chan, there was another calm and reserved young man in his early twenties, Tang Lian, who was from the Tang Clan and was now a disciple of the Wine Immortal of Snow Moon City.

In addition, there were two teenagers and a spirited young girl carrying a gun.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in red, with a strong physique and handsome face, exuded a masculine aura amidst his feminine beauty, and unintentionally revealed a childlike innocence.

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in fine clothes, tall and slender, with delicate features, fair and handsome, exuding a profound and melancholic aura.

The girl with the gun has fair skin, a beautiful face, a slim waist, and long legs. Her eyebrows and eyes are fresh, elegant, and lively, just like a cute girl next door.

The three were none other than Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo, the daughter of the three city lords of Xueyue City.

Just then, three Taoist priests rode in on donkeys, attracting the attention of the onlookers, who couldn't help but feel a chill, fearing they might be some kind of enemy. But then they saw a young Taoist priest in a green robe riding backwards on the donkey, leisurely lying on its back, casually saying:
"Look, they're all about the same age. Others are already at the peak of the Free and Easy Realm, just short of entering the Unfettered Heaven Realm."

"You two are in the Vajra Mortal Realm, which is a disgrace to Wangcheng Mountain. You should know that your master, your grandmaster, broke into the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm at the age of sixteen and became a purple-robed Celestial Master."

The rather plump young Taoist priest said with a pitiful expression:
"Grandmaster Uncle, I am only nine years old."

Another handsome young Taoist priest also said:
“Uncle-Master, my master said that I am destined for greatness but will not achieve it in the long run. He also said that it is better to strive for a lifetime than to strive for something in the short term.”

The people not far away were taken aback when they heard this, because although they had not seen the person's face, they could tell that the person who said these words of anger at their lack of ambition was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, but was the elder of the other two Taoists.

"He dares to say it, and you dare to believe him?" the young Taoist priest in green robes sighed.

"Aren't you afraid that your master is just saying that on purpose to comfort you?"

Li Fansong replied hesitantly:

“If these words were spoken by my senior uncle, I would not believe it. But since they came from my master, they are undoubtedly true.”

"Feixuan, from now on, don't be like your good-for-nothing junior uncle. You have to fight for Wangcheng Mountain."

"Grandmaster Uncle, according to your words, I am still a child," Fei Xuan said with a hint of helplessness.

While the young Taoist priest in green robes chatted idly with the two juniors, a strange young monk not far away, seemingly injured, stood with his eyes lowered, waiting for the flying sword to attack.

Upon seeing this, Lei Wujie rushed forward without thinking, shielding him with his body. Fortunately, the flying sword stopped abruptly, otherwise, he would have been riddled with holes.

"If you're going to use your flesh instead of your sword to block, you're really a fool."

The strange young monk knelt on one knee, supporting himself on the ground, and spoke weakly.

"He is indeed a fool, but his loyalty is admirable," the sword-wielding youth said, leaning against the sword box that was almost as tall as him.

A group of elite disciples from Wushuang City stood in the distance. The leader frowned and said:

"Wushuang, why don't you continue?"

"I've had my fill, so I don't want to fight anymore." The young man returned his flying sword to its sheath.

Upon hearing this, the leading man immediately addressed his disciples behind him:
"Everyone, attack together and bring Wuxin back to Wushuang City."

Before Lei Wujie could make a move, a black gold spear pierced through the air, accompanied by a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl. The powerful aura emanating from the spear as it struck the ground forced the disciples of Wushuang City to retreat more than ten feet.

A middle-aged man in white robes, with an indifferent expression and a somewhat refined, scholarly air, landed on the black gold spear.

Xiao Se spoke softly:
“Lei Wujie, you like listening to stories of the martial arts world, but the top-notch masters you’ve met before, like Shen Jingzhou of the Wind and Snow Sword and Wang Rensun of the Shattered Void Blade, are nothing compared to him.”

"He is Sikong Changfeng, the world's number one gun user, known as the Gun Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie was so excited that he couldn't say a word, as if he couldn't believe that he had actually encountered such a legendary being.

"Lu Yuzhai greets the Spear Immortal." The leader of Wushuang City tactfully stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a single hostage?" Sikong Changkong said calmly.

“Go back and tell those old men in Wushuang City that if they really think they can overturn the entire martial arts world by capturing a child, then forget about being unparalleled in the world. In my opinion, they don’t even need to call themselves Wushuang City anymore.” Faced with overwhelming power, Lu Yuzhai could only feign anger without daring to speak out.

"And Wushuang City has finally found a rare gem of talent, so don't use a butcher's knife to carve him."

At this point, the young Taoist priest in green robes not far away stood up and laughed:

"Indeed, although the sword control technique of Wushuang City is easy at first and difficult later, even this kid named Wushuang may not be able to break through to the Divine Travel Realm, but being able to control the Wushuang Sword Box and achieve the name of Wushuang Sword Immortal is already quite remarkable."

"After all, the successors of swordsmanship and Taoist arts in this generation of Wangcheng Mountain may not be able to break through to the Divine Travel Realm. At most, they will only reach the half-step Divine Travel Realm."

Upon hearing this, most people felt that the young Taoist priest in the green robe was incredibly arrogant.

Sima Changfeng gazed intently at the young Taoist priest in the green robe, leaped down, and sighed inexplicably:
"Although I have never met you, thanks to Dongjun and Hanyi, I know you better than most people in the world."

"I never imagined that one day you would voluntarily come down from the mountain and enter the world."

Lei Wujie whispered to Xiao Se beside him:
"Who is this person that the Gun Immortal would treat him like this?"

He suddenly realized something, and spoke with great excitement:
"I just heard that he came from Wangcheng Mountain. Could he be Dao Sword Immortal, one of the five great sword immortals of this world?"

Xiao Se replied:

"Many people in the martial arts world today do not know that the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen has a twin brother, who is Zhao Zhenzhen, also known as the Yellow Millet Immortal."

“My master Lei Hong did mention that there was a Huangliang Immortal on Wangcheng Mountain, but wasn’t he a Taoist scholar?” Lei Wujie asked doubtfully.

"Interesting, most of those present today are the younger generation of old acquaintances." The young Taoist in the green robe looked at Xiao Se.
"I'd like to hear how your master, Ji Ruofeng, who was so ruthless to our ancestors, recorded my affairs in the Hundred Knowledge Hall."

Although Xiao Se did not understand his meaning, he still calmly recounted:
"Zhao Huanzhen, at the age of nine, brewed the Yellow Millet Wine of the Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns. In addition, he had the supernatural ability to predict people's past, present, and future events, which made him initially famous throughout the world and earned him the title of the Little Yellow Millet Immortal."

"The old saying, 'A dream of wealth and glory lasts a thousand years,' truly has the power to enlighten three lifetimes. It has drawn countless people to offer incense on Wangcheng Mountain."

"What truly made him famous was when he took the Jixia Academy's grand examination at the age of eleven. During the preliminary test, he declared that his words were the words of Heaven and his power was the power of Heaven. As a result, his words became law, and the once clear-sky Tianqi City was suddenly hit by a torrential downpour within a hundred breaths."

"From then on, his name resounded throughout Tianqi, and everyone called him Little Immortal."

"However, people only thought that this heavy rain was because Zhao Huanzhen's divination had reached a state of perfection and he had accurately predicted it. Little did they know that he was a born master of the carefree realm."

"The sudden downpour was actually caused by his own intentions."

Everyone was stunned. Even Wuxin was astonished, never expecting that the previous generation had such a being.

"Mr. Li from the school of the number one people in the world once said something like this: If Zhao really has the will, he will definitely be able to enter the realm of divine travel in the future."

Those present instantly looked at the slightly lazy young Taoist priest in green robes with disbelief.

Li Fansong and Fei Xuan were the same; although they knew this person was extraordinary, they never expected him to be so terrifying.

"Then why is he not well-known in the martial arts world?" Lei Wujie asked with great curiosity.

"I once read a saying that goes, 'If you encounter a dream, take a detour and entice it to become interesting, but the consequences are unpredictable.'"

Xiao Se asked, slightly puzzled:

"Someone told me that the whole world should be thankful that this Huangliang Immortal is not interested in worldly affairs, otherwise the disasters he would have caused would have been even greater than those caused by Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"Brother Sikong, isn't Ji Ruofeng going too far in slandering me?" the young Taoist in green robes said lazily.

"I am a mere Taoist priest with no strength to even kill a chicken, yet I speak as if I were a heinous demon. I feel as if I am about to suffer some divine retribution."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, striking more than ten miles away. Then, seven more bolts of lightning struck, and a faint cry of pain could be heard.

Instantly, the arena fell silent, and everyone looked at the young Taoist in green robes with bewilderment.

"Why are you looking at me? It's just a coincidence. Maybe someone over there is using lightning to start a fight."

"Furthermore, Ji Ruofeng is always elusive. Who knows where he is? He can't possibly be in the place where he was struck by lightning."

(End of this chapter)