The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 164 Our Taoist sect naturally protects its own.

Tensions were high on Louguan Road.

Amidst howling winds, the Taoist priest on the earth remained unmoved, and water vapor condensed in the void.

The giant peacock looked down at the young Taoist standing on the ground. The storm swept and gathered, but the clouds in the sky did not move. Instead, they seemed to be gradually increasing. As Zhou Yan breathed, the surrounding moisture became more and more concentrated.

"...The Dragon King of the Jing River!"

The peacock sang softly, a hint of murderous intent in its eyes, as it locked onto the surrounding water vapor.

Of all the water gods under heaven, none surpasses the Four Great Rivers and Eight Streams!

The Jing River is the largest tributary of the Wei River system, which is considered the most important of the eight major rivers.

The Jinghe Dragon King was almost the strongest in the Wei River system. His power was so great that he left behind the name "Jing and Wei Rivers are clearly distinct," which shows his methods.

It was difficult for the peacock to determine the current level of the Jinghe Dragon King.

The difference between the upper and lower limits of the Jinghe River system is too great.

The strongest are at the top of the eighth class, while the weakest are still at the lower-middle level of the eighth class.

Then, a powerful aura emanated from the young Taoist priest. Despite his weak strength, he stood tall and firm against the raging wind.

The standoff between the two sides is far more complex than it appears on the surface. The peacock is not a rough and violent creature; beneath its proud nature, it is much calmer than the giant and harbors many considerations.

He looked at Zhou Yan, who showed no fear whatsoever under his imposing presence.

They sensed the faint, surging roar of dragons.

They did not immediately launch an attack like a brute.

Thoughts in my mind.

He knew the strength of the Giant Spirit General, but what made him most wary was Zhou Yan's attitude. He didn't hide or conceal anything, but instead dragged the Giant Spirit General's corpse back in a dignified manner.

This means that the other party has no fear of you at all.

What gave him such confidence? As a deity from the Kunlun lineage, a part of an ancient being, the peacock naturally believed that power was the foundation, and that this young Taoist had enough power to back him up.
If only the corpse of the giant spirit was discovered.

The peacock would know that the other party was weaker than itself, and it would have more excuses and time to plot, exert pressure, and search Louguandao. At that time, the initiative would be completely in its own hands. But now, this young Taoist has returned in public, putting this huge contradiction in the open for resolution.

Come on, I'll chop this guy up. You promised to settle this privately.

It depends on what you said before, whether you should still do it now.

Zhou Yanping stared at the peacock.

The giant spirit exposed his death and was tracked down to himself.

These two events were inevitable.

Since they couldn't escape directly from this place, they didn't want to implicate Louguandao either.

Instead of passively responding to attacks, it's better to go with the flow, take the initiative, and seize the upper hand.

Just like that old Bi Deng, Li Sanlang.

Come forth, peacock!

This was a sword strike, invisible to the naked eye, yet possessing immense power.

The peacock gazed at the young Taoist. His arrogance tempted him to unleash his supernatural powers without restraint, but this was, after all, the place of the Supreme Pavilion. Despite his previous unruly behavior, he also harbored some apprehension.

The Western Mountain Divine System naturally and steadily suppressed the Louguan Dao.

However, he, the peacock, did not yet possess the aura to single-handedly overpower the leader of the Daoist sect.

Moreover, the phrase "private revenge" was something he had said, and his pride wouldn't allow him to go back on his word. If it were just him and Zhou Yan, the peacock would pretend that this pride didn't exist, but unfortunately, this was the Supreme Pavilion.

With so many people already aware of the matter, it would be wrong for me to go back on my word.

Unless we slaughter everyone here, the Kunlun pantheon will lose all its reputation.

The peacock said coldly, "Fine, fine, what a sharp-tongued fellow! Taoist, if you have some skill, then come and try it!" With a flap of its wings, it stirred up layers of storms and flames, rushing towards Zhou Yan.

Ao Xuantao is about to mobilize the power of water and clouds.

Zhou Yan raised his hand to stop Ao Xuantao, his expression as hard as iron, showing no concern.

It seemed as if they were facing the raging flames without any precautions.

As the ball of fire approached him, a stream of light flew out, its threads flowing and turning. Roughly speaking, it numbered thirteen thousand, roughly the number of breaths a person takes in a day. Its flow and changes were in harmony with nature, shielding both the wind and the fire.

Xiweizi descended from the sky, swept his whisk, and said:
“Noble Scale Officer, you just said today that you would settle this personal grudge privately. My sect’s patriarch did indeed resolve this matter personally. How come, now, the Noble Scale Officer, who is the incarnation of the Enlightened God of Kunlun, is going back on his word?”

The peacock said, "Going back on your word?"

"It was resolved privately, so it was resolved privately."

"It's just that I'm not in a good mood today, and I'm also unhappy with you, my grandmaster, so I just wanted to test my skills with him. Is that not allowed?"

Xiweizi swept his whisk and smiled:
"I am also somewhat displeased with Your Excellency. How about we give each other a try?"

The peacock sneered, "The Taoist sect is indeed protective of its own!"

Xiweizi asked in confusion, "Otherwise what?"

"Our Taoist sect naturally protects its own."

Before the peacock could say anything more, Xiweizi swept his whisk, revealing the true fourth-grade primordial spirit dharma image behind him. Showing no mercy, he flicked the chains in his hand, and the Immortal Binding Rope bound the peacock. The peacock flapped its wings and broke free of the Immortal Binding Rope.

She gave Zhou Yan a cold look and then headed towards the heavens.

Xiweizi said, "Grandmaster Uncle, the old Taoist has left."

He didn't care about seniority or status at all. His mind was clear and empty, and he had already let go of everything. He went with the flow and rode a crane up to the ninth heaven to fight the peacock.

All that could be heard was the faint whistling of chains in the air, the sound of wind, thunder, and constant tremors.

Looking at the young grandmaster before him, and then at the giant spirit general who had been killed beside him, Wang Zhenwei glanced at the stunned people around him and felt a surge of joy. It was exhilarating, incredibly exhilarating!

Who among these scoundrels can't see through their intentions?

It was only because they were elders of the sect that they could not easily lose their temper. Otherwise, given Wang Zhenwei's own temperament when he was young, he would have already kicked him. Now that Zhou Yan had killed the Giant Spirit General, he was able to vent his anger.

However, because of the words the peacock had previously uttered, its influence could be suppressed to a certain extent. Xiweizi's attack on the peacock was both to give the peacock a way out and allow it to vent its anger, and also to deter any hidden villains.

As the head of the number one Taoist sect in the world, he usually doesn't take action.

It is also difficult to find a corresponding opponent.

Zhou Yan's actions this time were like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond. Several old characters involved instantly made the best choices for themselves. Wang Zhenwei also gained a lot of goodwill towards this grandmaster who had suddenly appeared.

Moreover, with everyone's attention focused on the confrontation between Zhou Yan and the peacock, those forces that wanted to secretly search for the Kunlun Jade Disc or the Tao Te Ching dared not act rashly, lest they get burned or be accidentally injured.

Finally, we can have some peace and quiet up in the mountains!

Wang Zhenwei said, "Grandmaster Uncle, leave the rest to us." "Grandmaster Uncle, please go back and rest."

Zhou Yan nodded, knowing that this was the end of it.

He knew that possessing the two top-secret titles of the Lord of Mount Tai and the Imperial Seal of the State was itself a huge source of storm. Rather than letting multiple storms brew independently and eventually converge into an uncontrollable disaster, he decided to deliberately detonate one of them.

By bringing it into the open, its immense influence and waves can be used to temporarily suppress and disrupt the formation and development of other storms.

It's like using fire to fight fire when rescuing someone from a wildfire.

Amidst the turmoil of the world, only true heroes possess the character to overcome all obstacles.

Are we struggling to cross the river?
Zhou Yan walked back slowly. The Taoists from other sects along the way looked either frightened or trembling, and some even wanted to back down. However, the disciples of Louguan Taoism were all excited and took the initiative to bow and address him as their Grand Master Uncle.

However, Zhou Yan could see the hidden malice in those retreating eyes.

The Tao Te Ching, a legacy of the Supreme Being.

Zhou Yan thought to himself.

It seems that this Taishanglou Temple is not a peaceful and tranquil place.

Zhou Yan returned to Xuan Zhuzi's place. The young Taoist priest's expression was blank. He had only thought that Zhou Yan was going to settle scores, but he did not expect that Zhou Yan would directly kill that giant spirit general.

Xuan Zhuzi trembled at the thought of having given Zhou Yan pills.

No, could it be that I, a poor Taoist priest, have become an accomplice?

Xuan Zhuzi's dilemma reached its peak when Zhou Yan said, "Your pills are very effective." The little Taoist felt dizzy, as if he had willingly jumped onto a pirate ship.

I am the supreme one!

Disciple, disciple has become a villain!
Zhou Yan met with Shen Cangming and chatted for a while before going to another courtyard. Jiang Huaiyin was tuning her zither in the courtyard. She smiled when she met him and said, "Miss Bihen is inside. She just applied medicine. You can go see her, sir."

Zhou Yan thanked him, knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he pushed the door open and went inside.

On the bed, the aloof woman held her broken sword, her fingers brushing across the blade, causing ripples to spread across its surface. This was her natal magic weapon, which needed to be nurtured after being shattered by the giant spirit. When she saw Zhou Yan approaching, her large phoenix eyes slightly lifted.

Zhou Yan placed the pill on the table: "The giant spirit is about to die."

Bihen remained silent.

Zhou Yan said, "I killed him."

Bihen stared at him.

Zhou Yan really didn't know how to deal with Bihen's personality, so he just scratched his head and said, "Anyway, just focus on recovering from your injuries. This time, I've reached an understanding with Master Xiweizi. As for pills and such, with Xuanzhuzi here, it should be fine."

Bihen asked in confusion, "Why?"

Zhou Yan said, "You saved me, so of course I have to avenge you."

Bihen paused for a moment, then said in a cold tone, "I'm not saving you. It's just that you can't die when I take you back to see your godmother. I need to protect your safety, that's all."

Zhou Yan sized up the aloof woman in front of him.

After being injured, his face showed signs of illness and weakness. The light golden eyeshadow that originally adorned the corners of his phoenix eyes had disappeared, making him appear even more aloof and less alluring. He was only wearing a white undergarment, making him look more like a Taoist priest.

Zhou Yan said, "Then, you can't die before I go to find your godmother, right?"

The green marks were quiet.

Zhou Yan tossed the pill to Bihen, who caught it.

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "You look better dressed simply like this now."

"gone!"

He wasn't good at dealing with such quiet, beautiful women who didn't show much emotion, so after visiting and comforting them, he left somewhat flustered, his hand holding the pill, his eyes calm.

After a long while, he said softly:
"don't know."

"weirdo."

Xiao Hui's mother stood on a small stool to take care of Bihen.

Bihen glanced at her face in the bronze mirror. Compared to before, the insect demon's makeup style had become more relaxed, so she didn't revert back to her original look. She still looked as she did now, with a clean and serene appearance.

Zhou Yan left the small courtyard where Bihen was temporarily staying, exhaled, and heard a teasing voice in his ear: "Oh, oh, oh, the great hero has returned after a moment of anger for a beauty?" Zhou Yan glanced at the tree and saw that Yang Taizhen had appeared in broad daylight and was leisurely eating lychees.

Lychees seem to have evolved as well.

Zhou Yan said, "Bihen was injured while saving me, so of course I have to visit her."

Yang Taizhen raised her eyebrows.

Li Zhiwei's state has also changed. As a ninth-rank Xuan Guan painter, her first real confrontation involved a middle third-rank. She has gained a deeper understanding of the path of Xuan Guan and is trying to integrate the insights she gained before sunrise.

Because Li Zhiwei's entry into the Xuan Guan realm was through painting the Mountain God for Zhou Yan, Li Zhiwei's path as a painter and Zhou Yan himself became intricately and subtly connected.

Li Zhiwei then had Zhou Yan sit there, and she painted another picture for him.

The girl was completely absorbed.

Yang Taizhen sized up the two of them and said:

"In that case, Xiao Yun'er, you are almost born with the blessing of good fortune."

Zhou Yan said, "Congratulations?"

Yang Yuhuan said, "Yes, 'Zhu' is the one who presides over the prayers of the chief officiant. The 'Zhou Li' (Rites of Zhou) says that the chief officiant is in charge of the six kinds of prayers. The 'blessing' that people often talk about today actually comes from these traditions, meaning 'to bestow blessings upon the deceased.'"

"Temple keeper, shaman."

"The Xuanguan system is almost entirely bound to the gods."

"As you know, the battles between Xuan officials are not so simple. It's not just about one's own realm, martial arts, magic and supernatural powers. In addition, the timing, location, people, venue, and support are all extremely important."

"A personal [blessing] is more important to the mountain gods and earth spirits than divine weapons. This importance is not only in combat and protection, but also greatly beneficial in cultivation."

"I just didn't expect that Xiaoyun'er, who is clearly a painter, would unwittingly walk down this path of cultivation. Her future realm is closely related to your path, and your upper limit has almost sealed her future."

Yang Yuhuan sighed and said, "I was planning to have her carry on my mantle."

"Then, what kind of deity are you, my lord?"

"Or should I address you as..."

Yang Yuhuan smiled and gazed at Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan did not answer. Suddenly, a dragon's roar sounded, and Yang Yuhuan could not continue speaking. She said, "It seems that we have guests. My lord, let's have a private conversation next time."

With a flick of Zhou Yan's shoulder, the clouds dispersed.

A fragrance lingered on her shoulder, causing Zhou Yan's heart to pound wildly, completely out of control. He couldn't discern Yang Yuhuan's true strength from her primordial spirit, and Zhou Yan's cultivation was still insufficient to contend with her. Meanwhile, Ao Xuantao arrived and said, "My lord."

"The True Man Xiweizi has come here to request an audience."

(End of this chapter)