The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 170 Graceful Demeanor, Sword as Soul

The girl's eyes were bright and clear, her temperament was serene and aloof, ethereal like a fairy. She held a divine sword and her body was naked. Zhou Yan turned away from her and didn't stare. He swept his sleeve and made a hand seal. The flying blue lotus petals transformed into a blue robe and a sword in his arms.

The altar has been successfully completed.

The primordial energy in the Shangshan Pond slowly dispersed, and the girl holding the sword floated on the Shangshan Pond. She was directly transformed from this blue lotus flower, possessing the charm of Li Bai's sword, and connected to part of the earth veins of Mount Tai to stabilize her form.

The innate sword intent depletes the soul, but the Azure Lotus and the Taishan earth veins perfectly compensate for this. The mountain god's edict used is the most metal-based item, which is inherently compatible with the sword intent.

Zhou Yan talked with Li Pingyang and learned about Li Pingyang's abilities.

This daughter of Li Bai has learned several sword techniques from her father. More importantly, the sword in her hand is completely loyal to Li Pingyang, after all, she is Li Bai's daughter; she can use the power of the earth's veins to perform the Taibai sword techniques.

Furthermore, because it was formed from a blue lotus, it was transformed by the Shangshan Pond of the Daoist sect.

They despise methods involving filthy flesh and blood, and are naturally at peace with spells based on water and wood.

The improvement in combat power was not the most important thing. The most important thing was to save the daughter of his old friend. This made Zhou Yan feel much more at ease. Li Pingyang's expression was gentle, and he held his sword in his arms. Zhou Yan thought that this was how he managed to protect Qinglian.

In my dreams, I can at least see my elder brother.

There are also the four imperial edicts from Shi Xuanxing, and the pressure from the Four Sacred Mountains True Lords.

And that cat that could scare the Weaver Girl away with just one meow.

Just then, a commotion came from outside.

Among the other Daoist lineages in Louguan Dao, those who sensed the aura of the Xuantan Method came here partly to join in the fun, and many others were there to cause trouble and were about to investigate.

First, they were stopped by the rampant god Lu Renjia.

However, the Five Rampaging Gods are ultimately guardian deities who assist the Xuantan. When they encounter a Taoist who is proficient in the Xuantan lineage, they are like mice facing a cat, naturally restrained. No one knows from which lineage a person cast a spell, and a rope flew out, radiating a bright light, binding the rampaging god.

They sang their approval from all sides, beaming with pride.

Just as he was about to loudly inquire who was performing the ritual in this Shangshan Pond.

He was swept away by a gust of wind stirred up by a whisk: "Heh, slow down, slow down."

"It was my grandmaster who opened the altar. If you all wish to see it, my grandmaster will explain it to you later. If you require an explanation of the Daoist arts, you should follow the order of arrival and wait in line. Why be in such a hurry?"

Xiweizi stroked his beard, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone, leaving the Taoist opposite him speechless. The latter, however, was quite thick-skinned and chuckled, saying, "It's just that the commotion is so big that we just came to take a look. If you need our protection, just let us know."

Why bother with a mad god?

Lu Renjia was furious.

"You old Taoist priest with no anus, what rubbish are you spouting!"

"I only knew that your shit was solid, but I didn't expect your mouth to be so foul as well."

"You tamped your shit down with that iron rod, but why didn't it block your throat too?"

"I bother!"

Many Taoist priests were stunned. Lu Renjia was formed from the combined evil energy of the battlefield. In other words, he was a spiritual entity formed from the remnants of countless veterans' souls. And the mouths of veterans, like the old woman under the big locust tree in the village, were unparalleled.

The Taoist priest Wan Chenlang, who came to cause trouble, was furious but could not refute. He originally wanted to secretly observe the methods of the Louguan Taoist sect, but since Xiweizi had arrived, he naturally did not dare to do anything further. However, he was able to use the Xuantan method to make the bell and drum of the Taishang Louguan Taoist sect ring nine times.

Zhou Yan heard the commotion outside and knew that it was those so-called Taoist cultivators who had been lingering in Louguandao again. They were planning to come here to test the waters. He couldn't let others see his Xuantan Technique, so he raised a ball of beacon fire in his hand.

The beacon fire flew out, burning away all traces of the altar, and then the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Collapse were destroyed. The Imperial Seal was put away. Li Pingyang, holding his sword, looked outside and asked, "What should I do?"

Zhou Yan said, "Those guys outside are making a lot of noise."

Li Pingyang thought for a moment and said gently, "Okay."

Zhou Yan was tidying up the altar when he heard this and was stunned: "What's good?"

More and more Taoists gathered outside, and Xiweizi intended to use this opportunity to establish his authority. Just as Wan Chenlang was about to say something, the bronze door to the closed-door retreat suddenly opened. Xiweizi turned to look, and then the old Taoist darted back a few steps.

Wan Chenlang added, "But it was Louguandao who exchanged our swords for them..."

"Shouldn't we give an explanation for this?"

A sword cry suddenly rang out, and a stream of light rose before his eyes. Wan Chenlang felt a blur before his eyes, and a white light slowly dispersed, lingering for a long time. Everyone who came here, whether they had other thoughts in their hearts or were ordinary Taoists, was stunned.

The sword energy surged before my eyes, almost turning into a river.

The Taoist swords worn by everyone were activated, and they all rang out in unison, making the place resemble a forest of ten thousand swords.

A terrifying sense of facing life and death gripped his heart.

"This, this is..."

The intense, heart-pounding sound of swords clashing finally dissipated after a long time.

The crowd looked somewhat troubled as they watched as countless swords surrounded them. A young girl stepped out from the Shangshan Pond. She wore a light blue silk robe, her hair was hastily tied up, and she held a long sword in her hand. The sword exuded a free and ethereal aura.

Even this young girl has a touch of ethereal beauty.

Sword energy and immortal energy mingled and soared into the sky.

Yuan Danqiu almost shouted with joy:

"My dear niece, you're all better! Hahahaha!"

Boundless sword energy soared into the sky. Wan Chenlang dared not move, because the girl held a sword to his brow, and blood was already flowing from it. The reason he did not strike down with the sword was because Xiweizi appeared beside him and held the sword between two fingers.

Xiweizi asked a question he already knew the answer to:
"The sword's blade is as white as the snow that never melts atop Jewy Peak, its sharpness and brilliance are unparalleled."

"May I ask, who is the lady from the Canxia Pavilion, the banished immortal, the Qinglian Hermit Li Bai?"

Li Pingyang's eyes were calm as he said gently, "It is my father."

Wan Chenlang's expression changed slightly, and the Taoists around him also looked somewhat unpleasant. Wan Chenlang knew that if it were Li Pingyang, their interest would change.

Li Pingyang's father was a banished immortal, and his mother was a Duke and Pillar of State during the reign of Emperor Gaozong.

Li Bai is someone you can't afford to offend, and the Xu family is even more untouchable.

He blurted out, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The daughter of the banished immortal inherited his sword intent. Mingming Shao is already dead."

With a flick of his whisk, a young Taoist priest dressed in a dark blue robe stepped out, his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and said, "Pingyang."

Li Pingyang returned gracefully with her sword in her arms. This young girl looked gentle and ethereal, but her sword strikes were extremely sharp and decisive. Zhou Yan looked at these Taoists, swept his whisk, placed it on his arm, looked at Yuan Danqiu, and said, "Taoist Master Yuan, I have not failed you."

Zhou Yan said, "Miss Li Pingyang's three souls and seven spirits have completely transformed into her primordial spirit body." His eyes were calm as he scanned the surroundings and asked, "What brings you all here, fellow Daoists?"

The Taoists were left feeling awkward. Firstly, the method of stabilizing the three souls and seven spirits in the Xuantan was an extremely powerful Xuantan technique within the Taoist sect. Anyone who could perform such a Xuantan must have an extraordinary level of Taoist cultivation. Secondly, the person in question was saving someone, and it was Li Taibai's daughter. They felt somewhat embarrassed to have come, so they all left.

Forced by Li Pingyang's sword intent, Wan Chenlang's magic power was interrupted, and the ropes binding the mad god loosened. The mad god easily tore them apart, and Wan Chenlang was furious, but he had no choice but to send the thing back.

Zhou Yan swept his whisk, stopping the rampaging god, and said:

"Since this treasure was given to you by this fellow Daoist, why don't you quickly put it away?"

Lu Renjia, the arrogant god, was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and said, "Good, good, good."

Seeing Wan Chenlang's ugly expression, he felt even more pleased. He deliberately exaggeratedly cupped his hands and placed the string of treasures at his waist. Wan Chenlang wanted to scold him for these being his own treasures, but the young Taoist looked at him indifferently.

"Isn't this a gift of treasure?"

"Fellow Daoist, have you come to interrupt my spellcasting and prevent the return of the three souls and seven spirits of the banished immortal, Li Bai's daughter?"

Wan Chenlang felt a chill run down his spine.

Li Bai was extremely famous, and he couldn't refuse such a request, so he could only reluctantly say, "Of course, of course I'm here to deliver treasures."

Zhou Yan swept his whisk and said, "Then, what about you fellow Daoists?"

The sword in Li Pingyang's hand was subtly pointed. The Taoist priests, young and old, exchanged glances, all somewhat embarrassed. Xiweizi stroked his beard and smiled, "Of course, we can't be here to disturb our grandmaster's Xuan Tan ritual and affect Miss Li Pingyang's soul."

“Fellow Daoists, I am upright and honest, and I am definitely not that kind of person.”

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, isn't your talisman quite good?"

"Brother Zhong, your alchemy furnace is quite mysterious."

Xiweizi smiled broadly.

"Yes, yes."

"Ha, ha, you two are absolutely right."

The Taoist priests looked at each other awkwardly, and finally had to take out some of their treasures and place them on the table next to them. Most of them were talismans, cultivation notes and the like, and some were jade. The table was full of them.

Xiweizi was highly skilled in Taoism, and this Master Zhou Yan was of extremely high seniority. He was ruthless and showed no mercy.

The first person in the Taishanglou Temple to commit murder.

The giant spirits have all been slaughtered!
Damn it, damn it! If I had known it was this guy who was setting up the altar here, who would have come to join in this fun?

Master Xiweizi, beaming with joy, said, "Fellow Daoists, please take your time, please take your time."

"Don't be so polite next time."

"Again, again! Hahaha."

He had a radiant smile, but his demeanor was strange and unsettling.

Finally, Xiweizi and Zhou Yan looked at the spiritual items placed on the table. The two Taoists, one old and one young, reached out in unison and divided them into two portions, one for you and one for me.

"Excellent, excellent."

With a flick of his sleeve, Xiweizi made a hand seal, causing the treasures to shrink. He then gathered them all up in his sleeve. Zhou Yan was still looking at his haul, admiring the carefree and composed demeanor of the figures, and couldn't help but feel envious.

"What method is this?"

Xiweizi smiled and said, "Within the Daoist sect, the Dharma lineage is profound and extensive. One can barely cultivate it at the fifth level. It is called 'Universe in the Sleeve,' and like 'Sun and Moon in the Pot,' it is a supernatural power that the Daoist sect does not pass on to outsiders."

"However, this hidden universe within the sleeve is too difficult to cultivate."

Xiweizi stroked his beard and smiled slightly:
"Ordinary people may not be able to succeed in cultivating their Daoist practices even after a hundred years. Even someone like me can only move things around using the 'Hidden Universe' in my sleeve. The 'Sun and Moon in the Pot' can only make the space inside the wine pot and water bag a little bigger."

He saw the envy in Zhou Yan's eyes, so he smiled and said, "If you want to learn, Grandmaster Uncle, I can take you to the highest point of the Scripture Pavilion. Your seniority is my Louguan Dao Grandmaster Uncle. If you want to learn, all the methods of the Louguan Dao are open to you."

"However, I have some other matters I would like to inquire about with my grandmaster."

"if……"

When Xiweizi saw Shen Cangming and the others, he stroked his beard and said, "If my grandmaster uncle is free tonight, I will go and bother you. I won't disturb you now. Hehe, I suppose the princess has many things on her mind."

Zhou Yan saw Li Zhiwei standing there. The petite Li Zhiwei seemed to widen her eyes as she looked at the taller Li Zhiwei. Zhou Yan turned around, but the old Taoist priest Xiweizi was already gone.

Yuan Danqiu was overjoyed, confirming that Li Pingyang's soul had been stabilized. Tears streamed down his face. Li Zhiwei and the others also learned of the situation. Li Zhiwei stood next to Zhou Yan and sighed, "Why are there more people here again?"

Zhou Yan turned his head and asked, "What?"

Miss Li smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Zhou Yan waited until Yuan Danqiu calmed down and said, "Due to the urgency of the situation, all I could do was make this Miss Li Pingyang my guardian deity." Yuan Danqiu said, "Given the circumstances, being able to calm Pingyang's soul is already a miraculous escape from death."

"We should write a proper letter and tell Taibai!"

“At your age, Pingyang, you can just call him Big Brother.”

Li Pingyang held the sword and nodded gently.

Zhou Yan introduced everyone to each other. Pei Xuan Niao hesitated for a long time before asking if he could offer a toast to Li Pingyang's father, Li Taibai, if there was a chance in the future. Everyone's mood improved considerably.

Deep in the Zhongnan Mountains, in a certain cave.

The Third Aunt of the Weaver Girl of Nanshan, the so-called Nanshan is actually Zhongnan Mountain.

The Weaver Girl believed that danger was safety, so she hid behind the Reclining Buddha Temple to prepare her next plan. However, she did not expect that her plan would fail because of Li Pingyang, the swordswoman she had prepared, who was born with the swordsmanship and Daoist charm.

“It’s hateful, but that’s…”

The weaver girl recalled that solemn lion's roar and felt a trace of fear in her heart.

A solemn figure suddenly appeared outside the cave.

The shadow stretched long and fell into the cave.

It was a majestic and solemn lion.

"Found you... imposter."

(End of this chapter)