Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Everyone knew that the sect leader's cultivation was extraordinary, and that his descent from the mountain must have a profound purpose, so they all stood up to accept the order.

"I will obey the sect leader's decree."

With everything arranged, Dao Xuan made no further preparations, still wearing his ordinary milky-white Daoist robe.

Bring along a jade pendant for remote communication and some gold and silver.

Just like an ordinary wandering Taoist priest, he drifted down the mountain, and his figure quickly disappeared into the clouds and mist of Qingyun Mountain.

After leaving Qingyun Mountain, Dao Xuan did not use his supernatural powers to fly, but chose to travel on foot.

At his level, seclusion and arduous cultivation are certainly important.

But engaging with the world, experiencing its myriad aspects, and feeling the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers are also part of spiritual practice.

He walked with a leisurely pace, seemingly not fast, but with each step he took, his figure was already dozens of feet away.

His ability to shrink the distance to an inch makes him impossible for ordinary people to see.

From Qingyun Mountain Gate in the center of China to Hangzhou in Jiangnan, which is known as "paradise on earth".

The journey of thousands of miles was completed in just four or five days by Dao Xuan.

Along the way, he was not completely immersed in his own world.

When he encountered evil demons or evil cultivators practicing unorthodox methods, he would deal with them casually.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

As dusk settled over the day.

Dao Xuan finally stepped into Hangzhou.

One could see willows swaying in the breeze, painted bridges spanning the water, emerald curtains fluttering in the wind, markets lined with pearls and jewels, and households overflowing with silks and brocades—a scene of bustling prosperity.

In stark contrast to the majestic grandeur of the north, it possesses a unique, gentle, and enchanting charm.

He strolled along with the crowd, absorbing the warmth and vibrancy of everyday life.

My mindset also seemed to become more open and agile.

Seeing that it was getting late, Dao Xuan found a quiet and elegant inn.

After booking a superior room facing the street, he slowly walked down the stairs, intending to have some light vegetarian food in the lobby.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, a storyteller dressed in a long gown and sporting a goatee was speaking eloquently.

The gavel struck the table with a loud "thud".

This drew gasps of surprise and cheers from the tea drinkers.

Dao Xuan didn't pay any attention to it. He found a quiet spot by the window, sat down, and ordered a few vegetarian dishes.

However, the storyteller's passionate voice clearly reached his ears.

"...Ladies and gentlemen, today we will not talk about the old history of the previous dynasty, nor will we discuss romantic tales."

Let me just mention the towering white jade pillar and the purple-gold beam spanning the sea that now dominates this vast land of China—the Dao Xuan Zhenren of the Qingyun Sect!

Dao Xuan paused slightly in his chopsticks.

The storyteller continued:

"It is said that Dao Xuan Zhenren was a true immortal who had attained the Dao!"

His cultivation level is unfathomable; he has already transcended the mortal realm and entered sainthood!

Just three months ago, a demonic cult gathered thousands of followers, including members of the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, and the Hall of Longevity...

Demons and monsters, in a vast and mighty force, rushed straight towards the Azure Cloud Immortal Mountain!

They're really determined to crush the righteous path!

He spoke with spittle flying, gesturing famous hand gestures:

"But what kind of person is our Dao Xuan Zhenren?"

We cannot allow evil and heresy to run rampant!

But the real man stood tall amidst the clouds, his Taoist robes fluttering, his face as calm as a lake, his heart as still as water!

Facing countless demons, he uttered only one clear shout: "You evil fiends, how dare you offend Qingyun?"

The storyteller imitated the imagined scene, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Having said that, the True Man did not even use the legendary Immortal Slaughtering Sword that terrified even gods and ghosts. He simply raised his hand and pressed down in the air!"

In an instant, the world changed color, and wind and thunder roared!

Those arrogant and powerful figures of the demonic sects, such as the Ghost King, the Poison God, and Lady Sanmiao...

One by one, they were like rolling gourds, their magical artifacts shattered, and they flew backward, coughing up blood.

They were completely powerless to fight back!

"Tsk tsk, that battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light!"

The Demonic Cult suffered heavy losses, losing most of its elite members, and never recovered.

We're on the righteous path, and we can finally hold our heads high!

The storyteller struck the gavel, and the audience erupted in cheers.

"good!"

"Dao Xuan Zhenren is truly a divine being!"

"With a real person here, let's see if those demons still dare to act so recklessly!"

A tea drinker asked curiously, "Sir, is that Dao Xuan Zhenren really that powerful?"

How does it compare to the Sword Saint of Mount Shu and the Master of Fenxiang Valley?

The storyteller stroked his goatee, looking mysterious and profound: "Is that even a question?"

Upon hearing the news, both the Sword Saint of Mount Shu and the Valley Master of Fenxiang Valley were shocked and went into seclusion.

Demons and monsters throughout the land tremble with fear at the mere mention of Dao Xuan's name!

In the past three months, have you heard of any great demons or monsters causing trouble anywhere?

no!

They were all terrified by the supreme divine power of Dao Xuan Zhenren!

In my humble opinion, Dao Xuan Zhenren is undoubtedly the number one person in the world, a living immortal!

Dao Xuan sat in the corner.

The storyteller described himself as a divine warrior descending from the heavens, capable of reducing enemy ships to ashes with a wave of his hand.

He even subtly compared himself to other leaders of the righteous path.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a faint, somewhat helpless, bitter smile appearing on his lips.

He shook his head and stopped listening to the exaggerated storytelling.

My gaze shifted to the window, taking in the dazzling lights and bustling crowds of Hangzhou.

However, just as he turned his gaze back and inadvertently swept over the other corner of the lobby, his movements paused slightly.

There was a boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a piece of cloth that was neither new nor old.

He was agile and had a clever look in his eyes.

It could even be said that...

Sneaky.

He was crouching down, his eyes darting around nervously.

While the customers at the next table and the waiter were all captivated by the storytelling, they took advantage of the moment.

With lightning speed, he reached into the plate on the other person's table.

They scooped up a plump, juicy chicken leg that smelled delicious!

The speed and skill of his movements clearly indicated that he was a repeat offender.

After succeeding, the boy revealed a smug and wicked smile, stuffed the chicken leg into his pocket, and turned to make a quick getaway.

But as soon as he turned around, he didn't notice what was behind him and bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

The boy cried out in pain, clutching his nose, which was stinging from the impact, and looked up.

He was met with a pair of deep eyes that were calm and still, yet seemed to see through all his little thoughts.

Dao Xuan sized up the young man before him.

Although he engaged in petty theft, his clothes were not exactly presentable.

But he had a handsome face, clear and bright eyes, and a subtle air of elegance between his brows.

What stirred Dao Xuan's heart even more was...

With his profound and incomparably mysterious divine sense perception at the Yang God Realm, he vaguely sensed a connection between this boy and himself.

There seems to be a faint but real causal connection.

Interesting, really interesting.

Dao Xuan's mind raced, but his face remained calm and composed as he simply looked at him without uttering a word.

The boy who stole the chicken leg was none other than Li Xiaoyao, a native of Hangzhou and a well-known "troublemaker."

When he saw that he had bumped into a Taoist priest with an extraordinary demeanor and an otherworldly air, he felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself that he was unlucky.

But seeing that the other party did not immediately make a scene to catch the thief, he rolled his eyes and immediately put on his signature ingratiating smile.