This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

A tavern not far from Yuhang Town.

Li Xiaoyao arrived quickly, his steps hurried, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

The sea breeze gently ruffled Li Xiaoyao's long hair, making him appear somewhat forlorn at this moment.

Upon arriving at the tavern, Li Xiaoyao went straight to a middle-aged man at a table who was drinking heavily.

With a thud, Li Xiaoyao knelt down on one knee.

"master!"

The middle-aged man who was drinking stopped what he was doing, and in his drowsy state, he looked at Li Xiaoyao in front of him.

"It's... Xiaoyao?"

Li Xiaoyao looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart.

As soon as he stopped, the scene at the inn would replay in his mind.

"Master, didn't you say you were a sword immortal from Mount Shu? Master, please teach your disciple!"

Li Xiaoyao's drastic change in attitude startled the Drunken Sword Immortal.

She straightened up slightly and looked at Li Xiaoyao.

His previously dull eyes were now clear and bright, revealing a deep, clear gaze.

"Xiaoyao, you brat, didn't you not believe I was a sword immortal of Mount Shu, thinking I was just a drunkard? How come now..."

"Master, I have met someone."

"woman?"

The Sword Immortal of Wine smiled dismissively.

"Yes."

"and then?"

"There are two people from the immortal sect with her. The spirit jade you gave your disciple is shining."

"You want to gain power and then take her away?"

"No, this disciple only wants... only wants..."

"Heh, hypocrite!"

After taking two gulps of strong liquor from his gourd at his waist, the Sword Immortal suddenly became agitated.

"The love and affection in this world are the hardest things to let go of. Do you even believe what you're saying?"
But since you want to learn, I'm willing to teach you!

After saying that, the Drunken Sword Immortal pointed into the air and transmitted the Shu Mountain Sword Control Technique into Li Xiaoyao's mind.

Li Xiaoyao soon fell into a drowsy state. For a mortal body, with such a vast amount of cultivation techniques, it was already quite good that he could just take a nap.

After Li Xiaoyao fell asleep, the Sword Immortal's aura suddenly changed.

"How could my disciple be so disrespectful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword immortal's divine sense, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, spread outwards in all directions.

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Inside the inn, opposite Zhong Bai, Zhao Ling'er looked at him shyly, a kind of unspoken emotion brewing within her.

Mo Ling, always eager for a good show, went straight to Zhao Ling'er, bent down, and whispered a few words in her ear. Zhao Ling'er, who was already shy, blushed deeply.

"Ahem, Ling'er, that's all the advice I can give you. Whether you can win or not depends on your skills."

After saying that, Mo Ling headed towards the open door and left.

After Mo Ling left, Zhao Ling'er stood up abruptly, and Zhong Bai, who had never been nervous before, felt his heart pounding wildly.

"Brother Zhong Bai, Ling'er wants to be your Daoist partner!"

After saying this, Zhao Ling'er was instantly naked.

Zhong Bai's eyes widened; the beautiful scene made him involuntarily swallow hard.

Just then, a terrifying divine sense swept across the inn from afar. In an instant, Zhong Bai's expression darkened, and he quickly went to Zhao Ling'er. After helping her put on her clothes, he said, "Ling'er, some people are blind. Even if I don't want to deal with them, they still won't let it go. Why don't you rest in the inn for a while?"

After saying that, Zhong Bai disappeared from the spot.

After Zhong Bai left, Mo Ling quickly pushed the door open and came in.

Upon seeing Mo Ling, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but smile shyly and ask, "Sister Mo, will this really work?"

Mo Ling looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and after a moment's thought, she nodded and said, "Of course, your brother Zhong Bai is no good person, he's a bad guy. It's no wonder he couldn't stand what you were doing just now."

It's a pity I was disturbed...

"But Ling'er, from the moment you made up your mind to take off your clothes, it was basically done."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ling'er quickly went to Mo Ling and hugged Mo Ling's arm.

"Hehe, thank goodness I had Sister Mo to teach me!"

Seeing Zhao Ling'er so happy, Mo Ling, who had initially harbored some resentment, felt truly at ease in the face of Zhao Ling'er's joy.

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Above Yuhang Town, two terrifying divine senses suddenly collided.

In the void, the Sword Immortal of Wine arrived on his flying sword, his eyes filled with the domineering aura of a top sect. An ordinary person might have backed down, but Zhong Bai was different.

You think you can just sit on his head and shit? A mere Nascent Soul Peak cultivator like the Drunken Sword Immortal isn't even qualified!
"Humph!

The Drunken Sword Immortal of Mount Shu, the junior brother of the Mount Shu sect leader, heard that when he was young, he and his senior brother fell in love with the same woman. However, he was not as good as his senior brother and was heartbroken ever since. He has never been able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

"I've merely come to Yuhang Town and haven't offended you at all, yet you've been so aggressive. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The sound comes before the person arrives.

Following closely behind were streaks of sword energy crisscrossing each other.

The Sword Immortal was taken aback. Seeing the sword energy rushing towards him, he raised his hand and waved it. The same sword energy flew out and collided with the void.

"Humph!

"Since you know that my senior brother is the leader of the Shu Mountain Sect, how dare you be so insolent!"

"Insolence? Heh, what if I beat you to death right here!"

Zhong Bai hovered in the void a thousand meters away from the Sword Immortal, with bolts of lightning already gathering in his hand. The sword energy just now was merely a test.

Hearing Zhong Bai's arrogant words about wanting to kill him, the Drunken Sword Immortal was furious.

He came here hoping to save face for his disciple, but not only did he fail to do so, he was also threatened in this way. How could the Drunken Sword Immortal not be furious?
"Hmph! Your words are far too arrogant. I wonder where you come from, yet you dare to claim you would kill me!"

If the Drunken Sword Immortal's personality was rather strange in Zhong Bai's memory, now he is definitely on Zhong Bai's kill list.

"Want to know? Then this humble Taoist will tell you, Maoshan, Zhong Bai!"

"Please, Your Excellency, accept your death!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhong Bai transformed into a bolt of lightning and flashed past. In an instant, a purple-gold lightning bolt filled the void and headed straight for the Sword Immortal. Similarly, the Sword Immortal, confident in his peak Nascent Soul realm, brandished his spiritual sword, unleashing sword energy that pierced through the lightning, attempting to slay Zhong Bai from the void.

Bang bang bang!
Despite the darkness of night, streaks of purple lightning and deafening explosions in the sky left the people of Yuhang Town completely baffled.

In the void, the Drunken Sword Immortal grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Despite being a level above Zhong Bai in terms of cultivation, he was still being overwhelmed by Zhong Bai's lightning magic. This outcome was hard for the Drunken Sword Immortal to accept.

He quickly distanced himself from Zhong Bai.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

One after another, illusory spiritual swords condensed in the void, like a torrential downpour, and countless phantoms of spiritual swords rushed straight towards Zhong Bai.

The two had arrived at the sea. One after another, illusory spiritual swords crashed into the sea, instantly creating thousands of waves. Meanwhile, Zhong Bai's body was filled with surging blood and qi. With the blessing of the Golden Light Divine Incantation, he remained fearless as the spiritual swords fell.

"Sword Immortal, behold my skills! Five Thunderbolts! Thunder God above, I, Zhong Bai of Maoshan, beseech the Thunder God to descend and punish me with lightning!"

A golden bolt of lightning rolled across the sky, and an aura instantly locked onto the Sword Immortal. As Zhong Bai's fingertip fell, the golden lightning in the void transformed into a thunder dragon and swooped down.

Lightning exploded, engulfing the Drunken Sword Immortal in the sea. With a roar of unwillingness, the Drunken Sword Immortal knelt down to bear the power of the lightning punishment.

"You've cultivated for hundreds of years, yet you're so weak and still dare to come here arrogantly!"

As soon as Zhong Bai finished speaking, he went straight to the Sword Immortal and unleashed a punch in close combat. The Sword Immortal, who was already bearing the power of the lightning punishment, was sent flying thousands of meters away, as fragile as an ant on the sea.

Zhong Bai, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing streams of Samadhi True Fire from his hands. Just as he was about to obliterate the Drunken Sword Immortal, the heavily injured Drunken Sword Immortal pulled out a jade tablet from his robes. The moment the jade tablet shattered, space itself cracked, and the Drunken Sword Immortal was swallowed up by the space.

Zhong Bai stood on the sea, looking at the place where the Sword Immortal had disappeared, feeling slightly disappointed.

Shushan is, after all, a top-tier Taoist sect. It's impossible for a sect leader like Jiu Jianxian to be completely without any means of self-defense when he's out and about. Although Zhong Bai wanted to kill him, he could only sigh and leave in the face of such an outcome.

"Shushan has offended..."

However, I have no regrets; those shameless bastards!

After taking a deep breath, Zhong Bai left the sea.

After Zhong Bai and the Sword Immortal left, the people of Yuhang Town were at peace. In the tranquil town, Zhong Bai transformed into a beam of divine light and returned to his room at the inn.

Upon entering, one sees Mo Ling sitting cross-legged in the void, meditating, while Zhao Ling'er is sleeping soundly on the bed.

"My husband, how is the situation?"

Mo Ling opened her eyes, looked at Zhong Bai, and examined him closely. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhong Bai was not injured.

"Mo'er, there's no need to worry. He's just a drunkard from Mount Shu. If it weren't for his good fortune in possessing Mount Shu's life-saving techniques, he would have died at my hands long ago!"

As Zhong Bai exhaled a soft breath, his confidence completely calmed Mo Ling's previously uneasy heart.

"I see. The people of Mount Shu are always domineering, but we have no connection with them. Why this person?"

Zhong Bai shook his head. He wasn't too sure about the matter either. However, although the Drunken Sword Immortal was a drunkard, he wouldn't really cause trouble for no reason. Zhong Bai looked at Zhao Ling'er on the bed. It was highly likely that this girl was involved.

However, Zhong Bai did not voice his guess. Once you've chosen to take on something, you have to be unafraid of the consequences.

"Who knows?"

Zhong Bai shook his head, and Mo Ling did not pursue the matter further.

No sleep for one night.

After daybreak, Zhong Bai left the inn with Zhao Ling'er and Mo Ling.

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Tavern.

After waiting all night, Li Xiaoyao finally woke up. His memories of the Shushan Sword Control Technique were incredibly clear. In fact, there was still a pure essence left by the Drunken Sword Immortal in Li Xiaoyao's body that was constantly nourishing his meridians.

Upon waking up, Li Xiaoyao looked around but did not see his master.

As he was pondering this, a ray of sunlight suddenly fell upon his face.

"It's daytime!"

Li Xiaoyao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly got up and ran towards the inn.

A quarter of an hour later.

Inside the inn, when Li Xiaoyao arrived, panting heavily, Aunt Li was carrying a basin of water downstairs.

Upon seeing Li Xiaoyao, he couldn't help but smile gently.

"Xiaoyao, you've arrived quite early. Quick, there's some plain porridge on the table; I suppose you haven't eaten yet."

Li Xiaoyao had absolutely no patience for Aunt Li's enthusiasm.

He simply asked directly.

"Aunt Li, what about the three guests who stayed at the inn last night?"

"Three guests?"

"That's right! One of them was a Taoist priest, and the other two were stunningly beautiful women."

Aunt Li immediately understood who Li Xiaoyao was asking about, and nodded, saying, "You mean that Taoist priest and the two young ladies? They left a stick of incense before you came back."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyao's face turned pale instantly, and the feeling of being torn apart made him tremble uncontrollably.

After taking several deep breaths, Li Xiaoyao finally felt a little better in his chest.

Whoosh!
Li Xiaoyao stormed out the door, wanting to find Zhao Ling'er again...

However, after Zhong Bai and Mo Ling left, they flew away from Yu Hang Town on their swords, and even if Li Xiaoyao searched the entire town, he would not find anything.

Again and again, until Li Xiaoyao collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, lying on the street. Li Xiaoyao felt everything go black before his eyes…

Shushan.

As the most prestigious Taoist sect in the entire Shu Kingdom, it is rich in spiritual energy.

Streams of spiritual energy transformed into mist that swirled around Mount Shu. Inside the main hall of the Mount Shu sect, a bloody, mangled body rolled out of the space with a sudden tremor.

The Sword Saint, the leader of the Shu Mountain Sect, who was quietly meditating, stopped his meditation and stood up to stand in front of the body when he saw the newcomer. Only after feeling the faint breath did the Sword Saint feel a little relieved.

“Junior brother, you have been gone for more than ten years since you left the mountain. I never thought that you would return in such a sorry state. Well, we are brothers, how can I watch you be seriously injured and unconscious?”

Shaking his head, the Shushan Sect Leader directly fed the Drunken Sword Immortal a pill radiating pure medicinal power from his bosom. As the pill entered his body, the Drunken Sword Immortal's injuries were instantly contained.

After an incense stick's time, the Sword Immortal coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly woke up.

His pale face showed some resentment, but the moment the Drunken Sword Immortal saw his senior brother, his pale face immediately turned ugly. It is said that rivals in love are especially jealous when they meet. Wasn't the Drunken Sword Immortal leaving Mount Shu because he didn't want to see his senior brother?

Now look what's happened! Not only is he embarrassed, but he's also embarrassed in front of his own senior brother.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, the Drunken Sword Immortal forced himself to stand up.

Feeling the collapse and shattered bones in his chest, the Drunken Sword Immortal felt a wave of fear. If he hadn't had a way to save his life, he probably would have died at sea!
"Junior brother, tell me, who hurt you!"

Upon hearing his senior brother's question, the Drunken Sword Immortal instinctively replied, "Zhong Bai, a disciple of Maoshan!"

(End of this chapter)