You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 187 The old fogies have all come back to life?
Silver City.

A hotel near the New City Stadium.

"Gentlemen, this is going too far."

Even with He Wanzhong's personality, his face was somewhat gloomy at this moment. He said, "Wang Xuan is the disciple of the Mountain God of Helan Mountain. This matter has even been on the news. Everyone in Xixia Prefecture knows about it. Now you want to take him away... I'm afraid the Mountain God of Helan Mountain will not agree."

Besides He Wanzhong and Wang Xuan, there were three other people in the hotel room.

An elderly man and two young men.

The three claimed to be successors of the "Qingwei School". The old man among them had a profound aura and a faint Daoist charm around him, clearly a master who had entered the "Daoist Realm"!

The old man laughed and said, “Mr. He, you are mistaken… Since the mountain god of Helan Mountain was able to teach Wang Xuan the Qingwei Daoist method, it means that he was very likely a disciple of my Qingwei Sect when he was alive. He would be extremely happy to let Wang Xuan return to the sect.”

He Wanzhong: "What if it isn't?"

The old man's smile faded, and he said calmly, "If not, then he is guilty of a serious crime for privately teaching me the Daoist arts of Qingwei... even if he is the mountain god of Helan Mountain!"

The old man, unwilling to speak further with He Wanzhong, stood up and said, "Mr. He, rest assured, I will personally go to Helan Mountain to pay my respects to that mountain god early tomorrow morning..."

With his hands behind his back, he sighed and said, "More than six hundred years have passed since the end of the Dharma era, and all the gods in the world have long since disappeared without a trace. Now, a mountain god has suddenly appeared in Xixia Prefecture... Could it be some kind of lewd and evil deity?"

"presumptuous!"

He Wanzhong's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Master Huang, I respect you as a senior in the Taoist sect and give you some face, but since you are so disrespectful to the mountain god of Helan Mountain, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The old man was taken aback and asked in surprise, "You mean to be impolite to me?"

The two young men behind him looked at each other as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world, and then burst into laughter.

"He Wanzhong, we've been giving you face. Do you think you can be rude to my master?"

"A good-for-nothing in his fifties, not even at the seventh level of Qi Refining, does he really think we won't dare touch him just because he's backed by the Special Administration Bureau?"

"Do you know that times have changed!"

"The patriarchs of various major sects, families, and clans have awakened from their slumber and returned. All the branches of our Qingwei Sect overseas have returned to the country. We plan to soon invite fellow martial artists and media reporters to rebuild our sect and continue the Qingwei legacy!"

"We must take Wang Xuan with us today. If you dare to stop us... we won't hesitate to provoke your Special Administration Bureau today."

The two young men each took a step forward.

boom!
Their magical power erupted, and their auras shone forth, making them several times stronger than He Wanzhong!
Outside.

Gu Jinghui's face was dark and grim.

Yang Shuai roared in fury, "Damn it... I can't stand it anymore, Lao Gu, shall we rush in and kill these bastards? What kind of trash dares to act so arrogantly in front of us?"

Gu Jinghui shook his head: "Chen Yang said that our current status is special, and it is not appropriate for us to show off our abilities in front of others."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I've already informed Chen Yang... Chen Yang said we should wait and see what Wang Xuan chooses first."

That being said.

But Gu Jinghui's anger couldn't help but surge.

If someone were at the Mountain God Temple in Helan Mountain at this moment, they would find that the "mountain god statue" in the temple has become full of murderous intent!
at the same time.

Above Silver City.

A cold wind blew in.

Chen Yang looked down at the hotel below, but did not make a move immediately.

"An old geezer who has mastered the Dao through water magic... whose Yin Spirit realm is not even as high as Wang Xuan's, yet he dares to disregard the Special Administration Bureau like this?"

The patriarchs of the major sects and aristocratic families have awakened and returned.

Is this their trump card?
…………

Inside the hotel room, He Wanzhong's face was extremely gloomy!
He clenched his fists, his heart filled with resentment...

too weak!
I'm too weak!

If I were also at the Dao Realm, would those three dare to act this way?
but……

He was only a half-baked practitioner, and the Taoist methods he cultivated were "incomplete scrolls" from Maoshan that had been lost to the outside world. It's already quite good that he has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

With this cultivation level, he has resolved hundreds of supernatural incidents in various cities, counties, and towns of Xixia Prefecture over the past ten years, saving many people.

Where is Gu Shanshen?

"Why hasn't he shown up yet... and Master Chen, why isn't he here yet?"

In a flash of thought, He Wanzhong took a step to the side and blocked the door of the hotel room. He said, "Master Huang, it is a good thing that your Qingwei Dao's ancestor has awakened and returned to rebuild the mountain gate in Daxia. I congratulate you in advance."

"But Wang Xuan...you can't take him away!"

At this time.

Chen Yang's voice echoed in He Wanzhong's mind. He Wanzhong paused slightly and changed his words, saying, "At the very least... you should ask Wang Xuan's opinion first!"

"Master Huang" was taken aback.

He then laughed and said, "That's right, we should ask Wang Xuan for his opinion..."

He looked at Wang Xuan, who had remained silent, and forced a kind smile, asking, "Wang Xuan, will you come with us?"

Wang Xuan shook his head.

Master Huang was not angry. He smiled and said, "I understand your thoughts... It's normal that you don't want to leave the mountain god of Helan Mountain because you received his teachings. But you must understand that you are cultivating the Pure and Subtle Daoist Method."

"If you stay here, what can your master teach you?"

"Only by joining the Qingwei Sect can you cultivate more profound Qingwei Daoist techniques, and even have the opportunity to become a disciple of a True Lord or even an Ancestor of the Qingwei Sect!"

Wang Xuan: "I'm sorry, my master has been very good to me, and I don't want to betray my sect!"

Master Huang: "I have watched the live video of your competition online. The Taoist arts and techniques you have learned are all from the Qingwei School. Now that you have joined the Qingwei School, you are acknowledging your ancestors and returning to your roots. How can this be called betrayal?"

Wang Xuan shook his head again.

Master Huang frowned and said, "Wang Xuan, I looked you up after I stumbled upon your competition video online today. You've only been cultivating for a little over a month... Your talent is beyond your imagination. You shouldn't stay here."

"Only by joining the Qingwei Sect can you receive the most comprehensive training and develop your full potential!"

"Once you gain the favor of the founder and are accepted as a disciple, you may have the opportunity to cultivate the supreme law of our Qingwei Sect—the Qingwei Yuanjiang Great Law!"

"........."

Wang Xuan blinked and whispered, "But what I'm cultivating now... is the Pure Subtle Primordial Descent Great Art!"

"what?"

Master Huang was taken aback.

His two disciples looked at each other in bewilderment, then burst into laughter.

One of them said, "Boy... who do you think your master is? Even if he was a direct descendant of the Qingwei Dao during his lifetime, he is not qualified to pass on the Qingwei Yuanjiang Great Method to outsiders!"

"I guess he learned a few tricks of Qingwei's Taoist arts and is using them to fool the kids."

Another young Daoist cultivator sneered, "Since the Yin-Yang path was severed a thousand years ago, the underworld officials, ghosts, and all sorts of deities in the human realm have gradually disappeared without a trace. Even if they occasionally appeared later, they would die quickly. Not to mention the disaster more than six hundred years ago and the eradication of feudal superstitions back then, where are the gods in the human realm now?" "Senior brother is absolutely right!"

Another young Daoist cultivator chimed in, "Master, if you ask me, let's not waste words with this kid. His master, that so-called mountain god, might just be a wicked god from a lewd shrine. Let's just go straight to Helan Mountain, capture his master, and then this kid will be obediently surrendering!"

"Shut up!"

Master Huang's face darkened, and he rebuked him sternly.

He stumbled upon Wang Xuan's competition online and was amazed by his talent, which is why he dared to take him as a disciple... Forcing him to become Wang Xuan's disciple would inevitably lead to resentment towards him, so it would be better not to take him in at all!

Wang Xuan was trembling with anger!

He circulated his magical power, ready to erupt at any moment, and said in a deep voice, "You are talking nonsense. My master is not a wicked god or evil deity. He is a legitimate mountain god, appointed by the Yin Marshal Luo Feng. His temple was built by the state. He is a righteous god recognized by both the underworld and the human world!"

hum!
Wang Xuan suddenly raised his hand, and a fireball flew out from his palm!
"A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your amateur skills before a master like me?"

Master Huang smiled faintly, flicked his finger, and water rippled at his fingertip, extinguishing the fireball. He laughed and said, "I have mastered the Dao of Water, and your fire magic, which is not yet at the Dao level, cannot harm me at all... Alright, since that's the case, then let's go to Helan Mountain!"

He reached out and grabbed at Wang Xuan, trying to seal Wang Xuan's magic power.

But Wang Xuan gritted his teeth and abruptly closed his eyes.

Master Huang was taken aback.

"How can Daoist cultivators fight like this?"

"You haven't cultivated to the point of soul differentiation yet. Once your spirit leaves your body, your physical body will enter a state of suspended animation, neither fully asleep nor fully alive, and you'll become a lamb to the slaughter... It seems your mountain god master really didn't teach you anything."

"Besides..."

"So what if you're only at the seventh level of Qi Refining and your Yin Spirit has left your body? Do you think you can harm me, a true immortal?"

"My Yin Spirit has barely reached the Sun-Wandering Realm..."

He didn't stop reaching for Wang Xuan's hand.

As his hand rested on Wang Xuan's shoulder, he felt a chilling wind emanate from between Wang Xuan's eyebrows...

next moment!
Master Huang felt a strange force sweep over him, and his Yin spirit was drawn by that force, involuntarily flying out of his sea of ​​consciousness... Then, he saw Wang Xuan's "Yin spirit"!
The Yin spirit hovered in the room, and the aura it emitted was much stronger than his!

"You old fool, how dare you speak ill of my master!"

Wang Xuan's spirit left his body, and after capturing Huang Zhenren's spirit with a "Soul-Binding Technique," he did not stop, but instead used the "Soul-Binding Technique" on his two disciples!
The art of capturing souls is a mandatory spell for underworld officials and ghostly messengers...

Being required doesn't mean it's useless!

On the contrary, this is a magical spell that directly targets the essence of the soul. It is most effective against dead spirits and evil spirits. In essence, the human spirit is not much different from dead spirits and evil spirits; it is simply a "living soul"!
Once their spirits were captured, their physical bodies entered a state of suspended animation, and they all collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He Wanzhong was completely stunned when he saw this scene.

He quickly took out a "Heavenly Eye Talisman" to temporarily open his Dharma Eye, and saw that the Yin Spirits of that Master Huang and his two disciples had been suppressed by Wang Xuan.

"No!"

"This is impossible!"

"You're only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, how come your Yin Spirit is so powerful?"

With Huang Zhenren's Yin spirit suppressed, he was unable to use any of his methods. His Yin spirit struggled repeatedly, and his mental thoughts roared, "I have cultivated the Dao for more than ten years and only managed to cultivate my Yin spirit to the Sun Travel Realm. You, a little brat... have you already reached the realm of controlling objects?"

"I experienced all the suffering and torture of the eighteen levels of hell within Commander Chen's patrol banner, and refined more than a dozen Soul-Condensing Pills. I also tempered my Yin Spirit with the help of the Impermanence Umbrella. How could you possibly compare to my realm?"

As soon as Wang Xuan's spirit left his body, his perception was greatly enhanced. He sensed the presence of Gu Jinghui and Yang Shuai outside and immediately said, "Master, Uncle Yang..."

brush!
A gust of cold wind slipped into the hotel room.

Yang Shuai was the first to come in. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Little Wang Xuan, well done..."

He is a messenger of the underworld, capable of seeing ghosts and spirits.

Moreover, Yang Shuai had also cultivated the "Yellow Spring Refining Spirit Method" and the Soul-Binding Technique, and immediately captured Huang Zhenren's Yin Spirit from a distance, pinned him to the ground and beat him violently, cursing as he beat him: "You dog-like thing, a mere cultivator, how dare you run wild on our heads?"

Gu Jinghui opened the door and walked in.

Master Huang's Yin spirit was scattered and then coalesced after being beaten. He stared wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Who exactly are you people?"

Yang Shuai stuck out his tongue more than a foot long, then tilted his head to the side...

brush!
The scarlet tongue slapped against Huang Zhenren's spirit with a "smack," and he said, "I'm not human, I'm a ghost messenger from the underworld!"

Gu Jinghui reached out and grabbed Huang Zhenren's Soul-Seizing Technique, then slammed him to the ground and gave him a good beating. He said calmly, "I am the evil god of the lewd shrine you speak of... Didn't you want to capture me?"

The three of them were beaten half to death. Even after their spirits returned to their bodies, they were still weak and could not stand steadily.

This is a sign of excessive damage to the spirit and soul.

"Do not……"

"impossible!"

Master Huang was still somewhat incredulous, muttering, "How can there really be a god in such a small place as Xixia Prefecture?"

At this time.

Chen Yang entered the room.

"Old Chen!"

"Master Chen..."

Gu Jinghui, Yang Shuai, and He Wanzhong all bowed, while Wang Xuan quickly brought over a chair and placed it behind Chen Yang.

Chen Yang slumped into a chair with an air of nonchalance, glanced at Huang Zhenren and the other two, and asked, "You said earlier that the founder of the Qingwei Sect has awakened from his slumber and returned, is that true?"

Master Huang was unaware of Chen Yang's identity.

But judging from the current situation...

This person seems to be the one in charge.

His soul was severely damaged, and he could barely exert one-tenth of his strength. He dared not resist and could only tell the truth.

It turns out that the Qingwei Sect has a "fairy island" overseas, where two patriarchs slumber in a blessed land.

"The two ancestors have been awake for some time now, but they have not shown themselves yet, secretly accumulating strength to recover... Seven days ago, the two ancestors appeared and summoned the Qingwei branches from all directions to return, intending to rebuild the mountain gate and continue the inheritance."

"Is this also the case for other schools and sects?"

Master Huang nodded.

Chen Yang then asked, "What are the cultivation levels of your two ancestors?"

Master Huang shook his head: "Ancestor's cultivation is extraordinary, I dare not presume to speculate..."

Chen Yang's eyes widened, and he quickly changed his words: "The fact that the ancestor was able to survive the great calamity of heaven and earth back then and live to this day must mean that he is a Ghost Immortal!"

It seems I was right after all; quite a few of those "old folks" from back then must still be alive today.

boom!
Chen Yang slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and roared, "Such a momentous matter as rebuilding the Qingwei Mountain Sect, and you didn't even inform me? I inherited the mantle of the Qingwei Sect Master and cultivate the [Qingwei Yuanjiang Great Method], which is the orthodox Qingwei lineage. How can you rebuild Qingwei if I don't go?"

Upon hearing this, Master Huang's expression changed drastically!
His two disciples were so frightened that their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground!
(End of this chapter)