Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 183 The Confucian Sword Immortal, proceed with caution. Tonight the weather is dry; beware of heavenly lightning.
“I never expected my master to have such a entanglement with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal. No wonder he suddenly wanted to go down the mountain and never return.” Li Fansong’s face showed understanding.

"So what exactly is this bet?" Lei Wujie asked Li Fansong.
"You are a Taoist priest from Wangcheng Mountain, and your master is the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen. You must know this, right?"

"I really didn't know that I hadn't become a disciple of Wangcheng Mountain back then."

Xiao Se took a sip of wine:
"Judging from Huang Liangxian's temperament, it must be some kind of bet that is both laughable and absurd."

“That makes sense.” Lei Wujie nodded.

The four drank and chatted until late at night, but only Lei Wujie held on until the end, while the other three got drunk and fell asleep.

Late at night, atop Cangshan Mountain.

Inside a courtyard, a young Taoist priest in a green robe looked up at a mountain peak:
"Your good younger brother has finally drawn the Listening Rain Sword, but unfortunately, like your parents, it is a so-called guardian sword."

"However, what is somewhat comforting is that it was to protect those close to him that he drew his sword, rather than to protect the world of the Xiao family of Beili."

Li Hanyi flashed and appeared beside Zhuang Buran, a hint of sadness appearing in her eyes:
"The reason I don't want him to draw his sword is that it's to protect something."

"Hanyi, you have a knot in your heart, which has prevented you from reaching the half-step Divine Travel realm all these years." The young Taoist in the green robe's eyes flickered:
"Perhaps I should give you a gift in a few days to help you resolve your inner conflict."

Upon hearing this, Li Hanyi's pretty face showed a slight surprise: "What should I give you?"

"I'll leave it as a mystery for now; you'll find out in time," the young Taoist priest in the green robe reminded him with a smile.
"Tonight, Song Yan, the city lord of Wushuang City, is coming to test your sword. Lei Wujie, that fool, is trying his best to stop him from going up the mountain. Because of his arrival, your brother drew his sword to protect him. I don't want to teach him a lesson."

"You're still the same as always, always enjoying watching the excitement." Li Hanyi glared at him slightly, then took to the air and flew towards a mountain peak.

More than ten days later.

This day marks the annual Flower Festival in Snowmoon City, held once every April. Many self-proclaimed dashing and debonair disciples from prestigious families gather at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Snowmoon City to admire the flowers and enjoy wine.

That night.

In the main hall on the first floor of Wuyu Pavilion, many young gentlemen and martial arts talents gathered in small groups to enjoy the flowers and wine. On the second floor, in a private room with a wide view, Sikong Changfeng and Xie Xuan, a middle-aged scholar-sword immortal, sat facing each other, sipping wine and chatting.

"I heard that Huangliang Xian, who hasn't descended the mountain for nearly twenty years, has come to Snow Moon City on his own initiative?"

"Brother Xie, news about this person is usually not known to people in the martial arts world. How did you hear about him?"

"I happened to meet Ji Ruofeng, who was struck by lightning, not long ago, and that's how I learned about Zhao Huanzhen's descent from the mountain."

Xie Xuan asked with a smile:

"Brother Sikong, do you think this person who never attends the Hundred Flowers Gathering might make an unprecedented appearance here tonight because of Zhao Huanzhen?"

Sikong Changfeng waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, please don't. If Han Yi comes, what's the point of us admiring the flowers? She might destroy all the flowers that Snow Moon City has arranged."

"I don't think so. I don't believe she would be like before, wanting to hone her swordsmanship by sparring with a master as soon as she sees one. For example, I used to avoid her like the plague."

"Brother Xie, are you saying that with Zhao Zhenhuan around, Hanyi's temperament won't be as fierce as before?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that Zhao Huanzhen's temperament is even worse than Hanyi's? He can't wait to watch people fight so he can watch the excitement from the sidelines."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head:

"It felt like if the scene wasn't so small, he would have insisted on getting involved himself."

Xie Xuan gave a bitter smile:
"Now that you mention it, I feel that if she shows up at Misty Rain Pavilion, I need to escape Snow Moon City immediately."

Before long, in the lobby on the first floor, a group of outstanding young people gathered together. If there were also beautiful women present, there was bound to be some excitement to watch.

The appearance of a green-clad woman staying in Snow Moon City attracted the attention of the young master of the Duan family in Jiangnan, who approached her to chat. Tang Lian had previously noticed that Lei Wujie had developed a secret crush on Ye Ruoyi, the green-clad woman who was recuperating in Snow Moon City.

Lei Wujie is still practicing swordsmanship in Cangshan. Tang Lian, being protective of her own, confronts Duan Xuanyi, the eldest son of the Duan family in Jiangnan.

During their sparring, all the flowers displayed in the Misty Rain Pavilion were drawn away by a sword aura, causing Sikong Changkong, who was watching the scene, to laugh in anger: "Like master, like disciple. This silly boy Lei Wujie has ruined my Hundred Flowers Gathering since he came."

Suddenly, Lei Wujie discovered that although he could use 'Moonlit Evening and Flowery Dawn', he could only unleash it but not retract it. Just as Duan Xuanyi was about to succumb to the sword energy and die, Ye Ruoyi gracefully entered the sea of ​​flowers drawn by Lei Wujie, completely unafraid of his sword energy.

Her movements made the sword energy of 'Moonlit Evening and Flowery Morning' even more gentle and agile.

With a soft whisper from Ye Ruoyi, she flicked her sleeves, which billowed and tumbled, displaying a graceful figure. Lei Wujie drew his sword and followed in her footsteps.

One person moved with effortless grace, strolling leisurely, while another wielded a sword, his murderous aura palpable for miles around.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the eaves of the Misty Rain Pavilion, and the young Taoist priest in green robes had a smile on his lips:

"This is Ruoyi's sword dance. Legend has it that when the Ye family army was marching, they saw a woman in white wielding a sword and dancing wildly, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth."

"It's meaningless. A sword is a sword, a weapon for killing. If you compare it to a dance, it becomes a joke that's all show and no substance." Li Hanyi curled her lip.

Seeing Xie Xuan unable to contain himself as he played the flute, and Xiao Se accompanying Lei Wujie's sword dance with the zither, and Tang Lian reciting poetry aloud, Zhuang Buran said:

"Look, everyone is helping your brother settle down soon. It seems you'll be an aunt soon."

"It's just that this silly boy did it on purpose." Li Hanyi shook her head.

As the sword dance ceased, Lei Wujie gradually dissipated the sword energy around him, then grinned foolishly at Ye Ruoyi:

"What a coincidence, we meet again!"

This opening line immediately shattered the air of a master he had displayed upon his arrival, leaving Xiao Se and Tang Lian speechless and unable to bear watching.

Upon seeing this, the young Taoist priest in the green robe said:

"Tsk tsk, you two siblings, one cold-hearted, one stupid, one inherited from your mother, the other from your father, no wonder you're a family."

At this moment, Xie Xuan raised his hand and beckoned. As the book box next to the second-floor private room flew to his side, four books flew out of the box and landed in the hands of Lei Wujie, Ye Ruoyi, Xiao Se, and Tang Lian respectively.

"Tonight's visit to see Ruoyi's sword dance was truly worthwhile. I have nothing to give as a gift, so I will present a book to my four young friends."

"Alright, I won't say any more. You can see for yourselves. I'll take my leave now."

As Xie Xuan soared into the air, a clear, melodious voice drifted over:

"I've only just arrived, and you're already leaving? Are you really that afraid of me?"

"I don't have the same abilities as Huang Liangxian, so it's better not to meet him at all."

Xie Xuan left behind a single sentence and vanished into the night as a phantom.

“You damned scholar!” Li Hanyi said coldly.

"Fierce woman!" A voice drifted from afar: "I am but a humble servant, but I thank Master Zhao in advance for saving all the swordsmen and masters of the world from dire straits."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe smiled and said:

"This is a trivial matter, nothing to worry about. Scholar Sword Immortal, please proceed with caution. The weather is dry tonight, so be careful of heavenly lightning."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck down from the night sky.

"boom!"

A moment later, Xie Xuan's furious voice came from afar:

"Alright, I admit defeat. I just hope I won't have to see you two again in the future."

This statement also aroused great curiosity among many people in the audience about the identity of the young Taoist priest in the green robe.

The fact that he could travel with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and make the Confucian Sword Immortal escape so quickly, even if it was mostly because of Li Hanyi's reputation, still showed how extraordinary this Taoist was, as he could command Xie Xuan's respect with just a word that could summon thunder.

(End of this chapter)