The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 285 You are surrounded by this humble Taoist priest (Bonus chapter, please vote with monthly tickets)

who? !

Ying Zheng?

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't make many movements, but simply raised his eyes. His eyes were like an abyss, and a sharp aura was rising from them. The fierce aura of a warrior filled the entire room.

Zhou Yan said, "The Qin Emperor did not leave any heirs."

Wang Ben said it himself.

Ying Yinman didn't want to explain and continued reading her book. Zhou Yan's fingers pressed against the hilt of his sword, and a chilling aura of bloodlust began to emanate from it, almost directly hitting their faces. There were also some weapons on display in the antique shop, but they all started to clang at this moment.

The strategy of "courtesy first, then force" has already been adopted; the courtesy has been exhausted.

As descendants of the Yellow Emperor, we should be both courteous and powerful, for power is used to uphold courtesy.

The young Taoist priest said, enunciating each word clearly:

“You imprisoned my friend, and now you claim to be rescuing him, and you also claim to be the daughter of the Qin Emperor. Zhou Yan needs an explanation. I cannot believe you until you have a clear explanation. Where is Qingzhu? — I need the answer now.”

Ying Yinman said, "You..."

The blade was sharp and deadly. Almost instantly, the horizontal sword transformed into a three-pointed double-edged sword, carrying a chilling, frost-like killing intent as it swept towards Ying Yinman. The cold atmosphere of the place was swept away, and the three-pointed double-edged sword slashed like light.

A ripple appeared in front of Ying Yinman; it was a spell.

However, it was severed by the innate Geng metal energy, and the blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword landed before Ying Yinman. Zhou Yan held the weapon in one hand, a fierce aura emanating from it, his voice calm:
Where are my friends?

"I apologize for my rudeness, but at this moment, I have no interest in discussing the past with you."

"If you continue to speak of riddles and evasive tactics now, my sword will not recognize you!"

Ying Yinman's face showed no emotion, but Zhou Yan could sense that she seemed to sigh. Her bloodthirsty aura surged fiercely and without hesitation. If she continued to conceal it, Zhou Yan's blade would not be polite.

The ancient art of communication learned from Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You.

Outstanding effect!

Ying Yinman gazed quietly into the distance: "She's been taken away."

Ying Yinman pointed her finger, and the ancient mirror floated in the air. The mirror turned, and an old woman landed, who was none other than Hu Erniang.

Zhou Yan quickly helped Hu Erniang up. The old fox slowly regained consciousness, and upon seeing Zhou Yan, grabbed his arm and cried out urgently, "Master Zhou, Master Zhou, hurry and save Qingzhu, save her!"

Zhou Yan channeled his spiritual energy through his fingers, lightly touching Hu Erniang to steady her mind. He asked, "Hu Erniang, where is Qingzhu? What exactly happened?!"

Ying Yinman said in a light voice, "As soon as they entered this city, I noticed something was wrong, so I led them into the shop and tried to freeze them with this mirror. Unfortunately, it was too late. But let's not get into that."

"This is where King Yu sealed the dragon and turtle."

"The wife of King Yu was named Nüjiao, and she was the ruler of the Qingqiu Fox Kingdom."

"The two of them jointly constructed seals in various places. To break the seals, they need descendants from both lineages. Yu the Great was the leader of the Yanhuang lineage, and the bloodline of the Yanhuang lineage is easy to find in this world, but the blood of the Qingqiu Fox Kingdom is rare."

“That Qingzhu is the last descendant of the Qingqiu lineage.”

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In Langzhong City, Zhou Yan transformed and rushed away.

"The territory of Yanhuang is vast, its history is even longer, and there are countless legends."

"It's true, we've run headfirst into a whirlpool."

Zhou Yan sprinted at top speed, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Langzhong Ancient City was built in a very special way, with a Zhongtian Tower standing in the very center of the city, and twelve main streets extending outwards in a radial pattern, like an array.

Zhou Yan held a flower between his fingers, and a cool voice explained the current situation in his ear. After using the ancient civil official communication method, Ying Yinman spoke much more simply and directly:

"About a month ago, the entire Langzhong area began to change. At first, the morning fog gradually thickened, and some people fell into a deep sleep, unwilling to wake up. Later, this phenomenon spread rapidly."

Zhou Yan rushed towards the very center of Langzhong's city layout. Along the way, he found some people lying on the ground. Their faces were peaceful, but they were already dead. Zhou Yan realized how these people had died.

"Yes, they were so engrossed in their dreams that they starved to death..."

"Their souls were extracted and turned into materials for some kind of array ritual."

"Did the others escape?!"

In front of the spoiled food, a human lay dead on the table. Zhou Yan's expression hardened slightly—he had passed by Lu Feipeng's house again and seen Lu Feipeng's parents in that seemingly real yet unreal world.

They lay there, starved to death!

She was starved to death while waiting for her son to return, even though she had food at home, due to the interference of magic!

The pension they received after their son died in battle was kept at home.

Zhou Yan's forehead twitched.

He was no longer just rushing on his way; his figure was like an arrow tearing through the fog, and with each step he took, fine cracks appeared on the bluestone slabs beneath his feet.

A glance swept across the surroundings. The streets were deserted, the tables and chairs in the restaurants were covered in a thin layer of dust, the stoves in the teahouses were cold, and the fire in the stove of a vendor selling flatbreads had gone out, with several flatbreads scattered to the side, as hard as rocks.

No, we need to hurry. If we delay any longer, this dream could damage the mental health of countless people.

“Dreams, the present world, and the manifestation of the dead souls like Lu Feipeng.”

"The dream world, the dead world, and the real world—are they intertwined and overlapping on a certain level? The medium is fog—" Zhou Yan quickly made a judgment. Without a doubt, this was the work of [Shi].

But what was it all for?!

Is it to break the seal of Yu the Great? Using the lives and deaths of the people as sacrifices, and then using the essence of the Qingqiu Fox Clan and the bloodline of Yanhuang as a key to completely open the seal of Langzhong, allowing the sealed dragon turtle to reappear in the world?!

Zhou Yan always felt that ever since he picked up the sword of King Yu Si Wenming, he had to bear the mess that his ancestors had not solved. Thousands of years later, he still had to clean up the mess left by this ancient hero. Zhou Yan cursed and swore as he kept walking.

Zhou Yan walked through Langzhong, which seemed deserted at the moment, and murmured to himself:
"Fuxi, Fuxi, come out!"

"Fuxi?!"

There was absolutely no reaction.

Zhou Yan unleashed his ultimate weapon.

"If you don't come out now, I'm going back to tell the Empress!"

Still no movement.

Zhou Yan said, "But at this crucial moment, both Kaiming and Fuxi have disappeared. Kaiming is alright; I don't know who he's gone to find. But why did Fuxi suddenly leave? It's as if he doesn't want to see anyone..."

"Could it be that Fuxi is hiding from someone?"

Zhou Yan arrived at the central building, and with a flick of his body, he transformed into a bird and flew inside. He flapped his wings and circled, finally finding a quiet place. He folded his wings and landed, and could hear someone whispering inside.

"Finally, finally found them! The descendant of the Qingqiu clan!" "That woman who runs the shop is quite shrewd; she almost escaped."

Zhou Yan's eyes sharpened as he looked in the direction of the voice.

Qingzhu was already trapped in the formation. The fox girl's ears were no longer perked up as they used to when she went out to trade with her grandmother. Instead, they drooped down listlessly, her body curled up in a ball, and her face was deathly pale.

"Hey, yeah, who would have thought that after the fall of Qingqiu Kingdom, the last bloodline would still survive? If you ask me, King Yu Si Wenming was only good at fighting. If he really wanted to be cunning, we'd have to look at his wife."

"However, no matter what, we still managed to find it."

"What a pity, this little child is so beautiful, she hasn't experienced the beauty of adulthood yet. What a pity, what a pity, your bloodline is too poor. Your whole body, flesh and soul must be tempered into a whole before it can be transformed into a drop of Qingqiu essence blood."

"Do you know how long we've been waiting?!"

Another beautiful woman, Wei Shuiyao, said coldly, "Don't say any more."

"Too much talk leads to mistakes; be careful of failure."

You Xingying laughed nonchalantly, "How could there be any failure here?"

"The entire Langzhong is now enveloped by our great formation. Although Jia Qi is dead, he and that old mudfish from the Jialing River have done a good job over the past five hundred years, sending three hundred and sixty-five wronged souls and their malevolent energy to polish the seal that seals Qingyuan Jun every year."

"On the one hand, it is the nodes of erosion that are peeled away little by little."

"On the other hand, we have finally figured out the dream seal."

"Now, sealing this dream here and drawing all living beings into it, isn't it all to break the [Wave Bell] left behind by King Yu?"

When the treasure was mentioned, both of their expressions became serious.

King Yu guided the nine rivers and established the nine provinces, gathering the will of all streams flowing into the source, the grandeur of the mountains and rivers of the nine provinces, and the indomitable will of the human race. He used the magic soil as the embryo, the copper from Longmen as the body, and drew water from the four seas to quench it, finally successfully casting it at the source of the Huai River.

They forcefully suppressed the dragon-turtle here.

As the two conversed, they had already activated the array. Ripples spread across the earth, transforming into radiance that enveloped the azure pearl. The woman said:
"That fox, Nüjiao, requires the voice of the common people and the power of the mortal world to break the suppression of the Wave Bell. Once the aura of the mortal world is lost, the Wave Bell will immediately seal itself to prevent anyone from slaughtering this place and forcibly breaking this treasure."

"However, she never expected that she could use the power of dreams to construct a dream with these 300,000 people, simulate the atmosphere of the mortal world in this dream, deceive this treasure, and then use the blood of the fox woman to break the formation of the Qingqiu clan."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's mind stirred slightly, and he discerned the purpose of these guys.

However, more confusion arose in my heart.

What exactly is this dragon turtle? These guys have spent hundreds of years just to release it. It seems they value it more than the Lord of the Bashe. That shouldn't be the case.
No, the formation has been activated. If we don't act, Qingzhu will get hurt.

Qingzhu was so frightened that she tucked her tail back. Despite being a bright and beautiful woman, she was terrified and murmured, "I, I will never hit Lingxi again, sob sob sob. I will also not secretly eat snacks by myself and lie to Grandma that I didn't eat any."

"I won't sneak out to drink anymore, Ancestor Nujiao, please protect me and don't let these bad people bully me."

"Too late, little fox. If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

You Xingying sneered, but at that moment, a chill suddenly exploded from the bottom of his heart. The next moment, a knife pierced through You Xingying's heart. Qingzhu's eyes widened as she saw You Xingying spit out blood.

You Xingying's ferocious face tilted down, revealing a handsome face.

Qingzhu's eyes widened.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest appeared.

Zhou Yan said, "Miss Qingzhu, it's been a long time."

The blade in his hand swirled with chilling energy. With a sudden horizontal slash, he killed You Xingying. He turned in mid-air, grabbed the man's head with his left hand, and twisted his spine into a pretzel by applying force in opposite directions with his blade and hand.

Chi You, the Lord of Soldiers, uses moves that are all crude and domineering!

The fact that Lu Feipeng's parents starved to death ignited a burning rage within Zhou Yan, making him ruthless and showing no mercy whatsoever.

When Wei Shuiyao saw Zhou Yan appear, her expression changed drastically, but she reacted with lightning speed, screaming, "An enemy has invaded!"

"Come on, everyone, surround and kill him!!!"

As the surrounding light dispersed, figures surged forth, slashing towards Zhou Yan.

Wei Shuiyao said, "If he dares to dodge, kill the fox woman behind him!"

"Refine the essence blood!"

She gave the order without hesitation.

Startled, he wondered why this person could move freely through places shrouded in the dream array of the Ba Kingdom without any effect. It was as if the ancient dream techniques of the Ba Kingdom had no effect on him at all.

How could that be? Unless it was a blessing from the ancient goddess Ba, it would be impossible to possess such a special ability to ignore all dream-pulling formations.

but……

The man wielding the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Sway stood in front of the people of Qingqiu Kingdom.

This scene is so familiar.

Upon hearing this, Qingzhu's expression changed drastically. Although she was terrified, trembling all over and her face turning pale, she still said, "Brother Zhou, run! Don't worry about me!" The young Taoist looked at the guys surrounding him.

He never expected that he would stumble upon Langzhong's greatest secret.

Was it luck, or a combination of various reasons?
However, he had no time to think about it. Faced with an ambush, some people would choose to run away, while others would choose to kneel down and beg for mercy. But for the descendants of Yan and Huang, for those who were taught by the Yellow Emperor and the war god Chi You, there was another way.

Zhou Yan pressed his battle sword against the ground, his aura flowing.

hum-

A fierce aura of battle and a chilling, bloodthirsty energy exploded around the young man, spreading in all directions. There was a smoldering fire in Zhou Yan's heart, a fire that had been suppressed since he was lost in the Sichuan army in Songbei and after witnessing the deaths of his parents.

Inside the Battle Space, the War God Chi You and the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan sat side by side, ceasing their battle and staring at the scene outside. This was a test that the two ancient emperors were giving to their successors.

If it fails...

Hey hey hey.

The young Taoist felt the gazes of two large, malevolent figures behind him. His brows furrowed coldly, and with a flick of his left foot, he drew You Xingying's sword to his left hand. With a sword in his left hand and a saber in his right, he stood in front of Qingzhu, exuding a chilling aura.

Facing more than twenty skilled opponents, he raised his head and said:

“You are surrounded by this Taoist priest.”

"Be quick about it—"

"Either surrender, or..."

The swords clashed, producing a resounding clang, and a chilling aura filled the sky, as if an ancient battlefield had returned to the earth. The young Taoist's voice was cold and sharp.

"Let's go together!"

(End of this chapter)