Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 228 But who made Zhuang so rebellious and tyrannical, so fearless and unafraid of divine might?
On the banks of the Shejiang River in Jianzhou.

A small boat drifted downstream, and a silver-haired boy in a gray linen shirt stood with his hands behind his back.

The beautiful and magnificent mountain scenery gradually appears on the riverbank, with red mountains and green waters, and purple mist rising. The mountains are majestic, with peaks facing each other like dragons and tigers fighting. The mountains stand by the water, and the water winds around the mountains, just like a natural landscape painting.

The silver-haired boy in the gray linen shirt on the small boat suddenly stepped onto the clouds and landed outside a vast mansion seven or eight breaths later.

"Sigh, after all the twists and turns, I've finally arrived at Longhu Mountain."

The young man in grey linen clothes spoke softly, his voice carrying far and wide.

"My name is Zhuang Buran. I have long admired the reputation of the Four Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain. I would like to request an audience."

Immediately, a large number of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain rushed out as if facing a formidable enemy, and four old Taoist priests strode out, all in a posture of being ready for battle.

The four Taoist priests each had their own distinctive attire. The eldest had snow-white hair and beard, wore sandals and clean socks, while the next oldest was rather unkempt, with stains visible on his thick blue cotton robe.

The other two were wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and a bright yellow inner robe with a purple outer robe. They were Zhao Xiyi, Zhao Xituan, Zhao Danping, and Zhao Danxia.

Zhao Xiyi is the head of the Four Celestial Masters and the father of Zhao Danxia, ​​the current head of Longhu Mountain. Zhao Danping is his son, and Zhao Xituan is his younger brother.

Zhuang Buran smiled:
"The four great celestial masters of our time are quite interesting. They are all direct descendants of the celestial masters. Old Celestial Master Zhao is quite good at teaching according to aptitude, and he has raised both of his sons to be successful."

Zhao Xiyi bowed deeply.
"To receive such praise from the elusive Immortal Zhuang is an honor for this old Daoist. May I ask what brings you here today, Immortal Zhuang?"

Zhuang Bu Ran spoke slowly:
"I would also like to ask, the Longhu Mountain lineage has been passed down for more than sixty generations, with outstanding talents emerging in each generation. Why do you still want to interfere?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a sudden chill in their hearts. The silver-haired young immortal, who had just captivated everyone's attention, inadvertently revealed a fierce and overwhelming aura, instantly giving them a sense of terror as if a blade were pointed directly at their brow, leaving them with no control over their own lives.

Zhao Xituan stepped forward and said solemnly:
"Northern Liang has been destroyed, and the Xu family is left with only an ignorant child. Can't we ask Immortal Zhuang to show mercy?"

The boy in the gray linen shirt shook his head and chuckled.

"You old Taoist are quite the smooth talker. You took Xu Longxiang as your disciple precisely because you valued his talent. He possesses extraordinary innate talent, the Vajra Realm. Once he becomes enlightened, the Great Vajra Realm will be within his grasp, and he can forge a truly invincible Vajra body."

"He is the exact opposite of Hong Xixiang of Wudang Mountain. That hypocrite was born with an extra 'one' in his mind, which enabled him to generate all things from one. Xu Longxiang, on the other hand, is missing one 'one', so he doesn't have to worry about not understanding the principles of longevity for many years and having his mind filled with dust."

Zhao Xituan said in a deep voice:

"Immortal Zhuang is incredibly powerful and is no ordinary person. To you, what is Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Lu Zu, but just an ordinary swordsman?"

"Haha, you old Taoist really know how to talk."

The boy in the gray linen shirt clapped his hands and smiled:

"Unfortunately, Zhuang had a penchant for murder and arson, slaughtering entire families."

He looked at Zhao Danxia, ​​the leader of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, with a beaming smile:
"Let me ask one more question: Is the inheritance of a minor branch or lineage more important than the inheritance of the entire lineage?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a chill ran down the spines of everyone present, their bodies trembled, and the sense of horror in their hearts intensified.

"Immortal Zhuang, please wait!"

A handsome young man with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and clear eyes descended from the sky, followed by a middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a sallow-faced and emaciated young man.

The middle-aged Taoist priest threw the lifeless, emaciated boy on the ground and said:

"Xu Longxiang, a remnant of the Xu family, is dead. Please, Immortal Zhuang, take a look."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Xituan was stunned into silence, as if struck by lightning. When he saw the two men who had made the move, he was speechless.

"Interesting. I've long heard that the Celestial Master's Mansion is hiding two people. One should be called Zhao Huangchao, a prince of the Zhao clan of Liyang. For the sake of the Zhao clan's fortune, he abandoned his country and beauty and entered Longhu Mountain to build a hermitage for cultivation. The other is Zhao Xuansu, the direct descendant of the Celestial Master. Although he is a terrestrial immortal and looks like a young true immortal, his body has long been rotten and he cannot open the Heavenly Gate to ascend. He can only prolong his life."

Zhuang Buran glanced at the handsome young man:
"Considering that the Celestial Master's Mansion is still sensible, there is no reason for me to intervene. I will just borrow your strength to do something for me."

Zhao Xuansu bowed deeply.
"The entire Longhu Mountain community is willing to serve Immortal Zhuang with the utmost loyalty and dedication."

"Three months later, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, on the shore of the East Sea, anyone in the world who wishes to become an immortal may come here. I, Zhuang, will generously bestow upon you a great fortune, opening the gates of heaven and sending those with ambition but no ability to ascend to immortality."

With a flick of his sleeve, the gray-clad, hemp-robed youth turned Xu Longxiang's corpse into ashes in the flames. "In this way, it is not in vain that the world calls me, this peerless villain, an immortal."

As a burst of laughter echoed through Longhu Mountain, the young man in gray and hemp clothing had already ridden away on the clouds.

Everyone was speechless, their eyes flickering with uncertain light, for even the disciples of Longhu Mountain found the concept of ascension too ethereal, as their sect only had one person achieve ascension every hundred years.

Now that an unparalleled being, far beyond imagination, has appeared, willing to open the door to convenience, how could it not move more than 90% of the world's hearts?

Zhao Danxia asked:
"Ancestor, how much of what this person said do you think is true, and how much is false?"

Zhao Xuansu pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't help but smile bitterly:

Whether it's true or false is no longer important, because even I am tempted.

Over the next three months, people from all walks of life, including those from Liyang and Beimang, flocked to the East Sea.

Because of the existence of the person who writes "fierce man" but reads "immortal man," he used the words of the four great masters of Longhu Mountain to say that he would create an unprecedented grand event in the martial arts world and send the entire martial arts world to ascend to immortality.

As a result, countless people were drawn by the news. They did not believe that this person would speak carelessly. After all, someone who could easily wipe out two or three hundred thousand people was considered an immortal, which was already an underestimation of his abilities.

It should be known that even the most powerful immortals on land can only deal with a little over two thousand people, and sometimes a slight difference can make a world of difference, not to mention the vast difference we see today.

Therefore, even if the entire martial arts world were to ascend to immortality, coming from the mouth of Wang Xianzhi, who had been invincible for sixty years, it would only be considered a joke.

But if it came from the mouth of Zhuang Xianren, who destroyed Beiliang, one would immediately believe it to a great extent.

As a result, the East China Sea area became increasingly lively during this period, and the East China Sea Martial Emperor City was overcrowded and extremely crowded.

The ninth of September.

On the shore of the East China Sea stands a majestic city, its walls covered with countless weapons, all testaments to Wang Xianzhi's former status as the greatest man in the world.

At this moment, Wudi City, which could only hold a little over 100,000 people, now has at least 200,000 people. There are also 200,000 to 300,000 people outside the city. Most of the people standing outside are from various sects and independent cultivators from the Northern Wilderness.

Now, people both inside and outside the city have come to keep their promise of ascension on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

Today is the appointed time, but the person who has been elusive since birth has still not appeared.

Standing atop the city wall of Emperor Wu was a tall, imposing old man dressed in a black robe, with white beard and hair—none other than Wang Xianzhi.

Outside the city, there were also many dignified and powerful masters, such as Deng Tai'a, who had an ordinary appearance but was known as the Peach Blossom Sword God.

The tall, imposing, one-armed old man was Sui Xiegu, who had swallowed countless famous swords and was known as the Sword-Eating Ancestor.

There was also a blind old musician and an old scholar with graying temples. The former was Zhang Fuyao, who had monopolized the fate of the world for eight hundred years, and the latter was Huang Longshi, one of the three great demons of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Even more renowned figures from Northern Mang include Tuoba Pusa, the number one figure in Northern Mang who was like a farmer, and the monk Shijia Longshu, the number one figure in the two Zen temples. His disciple Li Dangxin was also there, known as the one who had no Zen to learn from and was recognized as a living Buddha in the present world.

In addition, Zhao Huangchao and Zhao Xuansu from Longhu Mountain were also present, as were Wu Jian, the head of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, and Song Nianqing, the sect leader of the Dongyue Sword Pool.

There are also many martial arts masters who dominate their respective regions, such as Chai Qingshan, a sword master whose swordsmanship was unparalleled in the southeast of the Central Plains, and Liu Haoshi, the patriarch of the Liu family of Nanyang, one of the ten most powerful clans in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The most eye-catching among them was a woman dressed in white with crimson-purple eyes and a stunningly beautiful face, who said her name was Huang Baozhuang.

Suddenly, a soft laugh echoed throughout Wudi City:
"Hehe, Zhuang often tells himself, kindness is like severing one's own meridians, ruthlessness is like opening up the Ren and Du meridians."

"Advising a gambler to turn back, teaching a spoiled child to turn over, helping a mud-covered person to climb a wall, pointing the way for a fool—all of these are not acts of accumulating virtue, but rather using the true fire of samadhi to burn one's own life."

"But who made Zhuang so rebellious and violent, fearless and unafraid of divine authority?"

"Fellow Daoists, are you ready?"

A flash of light appeared in mid-air, revealing a silver-haired boy in gray linen clothes.

"When Yin and Yang are in chaos, I will stain the heavens with my blood, and that will be the time for you to ascend to immortality!"

(End of this chapter)