Chapter 147: Three Treasures Ruyi Pill
Half an hour later, before the disciples of Wanshou Palace arrived, the two finally separated.
Well, it's a draw.
The disciples of Wanshou Palace rushed over under the leadership of Wu Qiubai. There were more than twenty of them, holding various magical instruments in their hands, and they seemed to be well prepared.
When Wu Qiubai arrived, he found the atmosphere a bit strange.
The master stood with his hands behind his back, his back as straight as a sword, very proud, but... why were there a few footprints on his purple robe?
There is also Master Zhang Qianyang, whose beard seems to be even less and there is a purple-blue spot on his face.
The two stood together, but neither looked at each other.
Strange, aren't they old friends?
Wu Qiubai stepped forward and asked, "Grandmaster , Master, you two..."
"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!"
Zhang Qianyang and Xu Qingxuan said in unison again.
Wu Qiubai shrank his neck.
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said, "Master Wu, you finally understand how I felt just now."
However, when Li Daoxuan saw these people coming to Wanshou Palace, he couldn't help but frown.
Moreover, all the disciples who came were very young, all of them were in the Qigong stage, and there was only one cultivator in the Yin Shen realm, Wu Qiubai.
This surprised Li Daoxuan very much. Wanshou Palace was a famous and large sect, so how come it only had so few people?
At least there must be a few people in the Yin Shen realm. And Wu Qiubai is Xu Qingxuan’s great-grandson, so what about Xu Qingxuan’s disciples?
He didn't see any!
Li Daoxuan was a little confused and was about to ask.
At this time, Zhang Qianyang's voice came into his ears, which was the voice transmitted by magic power.
"Disciple, don't doubt it, there are only these few people in Wanshou Palace."
Li Daoxuan looked at his master, who nodded, sighed softly, and continued to transmit his voice: "The Wanshou Palace lineage was passed down from Tianshi Xu Xun, who hates evil the most. Most of the disciples practice swordsmanship, and when they succeed, they go out to slay demons and save the people!"
"Most of them are stubborn and spare no effort to slay the demon. This is both stupid and admirable. The old fellow Xu Qingxuan originally had nine disciples, known as the Nine Sword Immortals, but without exception, they all died in battle."
Li Daoxuan was shocked.
"Like master, like disciple. When Xu Qingxuan was young, he was always vomiting blood and getting seriously injured in order to kill monsters. His foundation was damaged. He has a great talent, but he is only a half-step Yang God now."
"Oh, don't be fooled by the fact that he looks over a hundred years old. He is actually only in his fifties. He has lost too much blood and essence, which has damaged his vitality."
Li Daoxuan looked at Xu Qingxuan and his frosty white hair, feeling very complicated.
Ordinary cultivators would do their best to eliminate demons, and if they really couldn't, they would take their own lives into consideration first. Being able to do one's best to help was already considered a noble act. He really couldn't imagine that there were people willing to go to this extent.
Not only was his own vitality severely injured and his foundation damaged, but all nine of his disciples were killed in the battle!
He knew why his master had sent him a telepathic reminder. It was because he didn't want him to ask about Xu Jianxian's disciples so as not to make him sad.
"If it weren't for Xu Qingxuan supporting Wanshou Palace, it would have fallen into decline long ago. Fortunately, there is another Wu Qiubai who has been promoted to the Yin God Realm, so it can be considered as a legacy."
Zhang Qianyang sighed softly, as if he also felt sorry for his old friend.
Li Daoxuan looked at the disciples of Wanshou Palace again, and the feeling in his heart was completely different.
He saw many young faces, some were nervous, some were determined, and some were afraid, but without exception, they all came.
Even though it had declined to this point, after hearing about the zombies, Wanshou Palace still came to join the battle with all its strength and brought along all its outstanding disciples.
Li Daoxuan didn't know how to evaluate this behavior. He asked himself if he could do it, but he respected it in his heart.
Perhaps the reason why the previous owner of the Red Cloud Sword, the Taoist priest from Wanshou Palace who went to the banquet, snatched Li Daoxuan's demon pill was not only out of greed, but also because he wanted to improve his cultivation as quickly as possible in order to support Wanshou Palace.
It was just his greed that led to his death at the hands of Huang Sanlang, and that was also his fate.
Just when Li Daoxuan was lost in thought, a figure came towards him holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her red skirt was as fiery as fire, her black hair was as black as ink, and her eyes were as clear and pure as water.
When she saw Li Daoxuan, the indifference in her eyes faded slightly.
Sister Yu is here!
A flash of sword light flashed in Xu Qingxuan's eyes, and he pointed his sword and shouted, "Who is this evildoer who dares to come here?"
His voice was as loud as thunder and as loud as a magic sword being unsheathed. The momentum that burst out at that moment made Chen Ziyu frown slightly.
She paused, and a few strands of her hair were cut off by the sword energy, fell to the ground and turned into negative energy and dissipated.
"Humph, it turns out to be a red-clothed ghost!"
Xu Qingxuan sneered and was about to continue attacking.
Li Daoxuan quickly stood in front of him and said with a wry smile: "Senior Xu, we are one of us, one of us!"
Xu Qingxuan frowned slightly.
Zhang Qianyang said, "This is my apprentice Li Daoxuan. The man in red is his... friend. He came here specially to help us."
After hearing this, Xu Qingxuan put down his sword and looked at Li Daoxuan carefully.
"He has a strong foundation, excellent bones, full of energy, and a bright gaze. It seems that he has reached the late stage of fasting, which is not bad."
He glanced at Zhang Qianyang and said, "But compared to the girl you adopted before, she is far inferior."
Zhang Qianyang snorted, thinking that if he didn't know that all nine of your disciples died in the battle, he would have to brag about the fact that his own disciple only started practicing Taoism a year ago.
Chen Ziyu was extremely beautiful, with a slender figure, a rare beauty in the world, and she immediately stunned the Taoists in Wanshou Palace.
Such a beauty, chosen from thousands, is rare even in the prosperous city of Chang'an, let alone in the remote Longyou County?
Even though they knew she was a female ghost, many young Taoist priests couldn't help but be distracted and secretly glanced at the cool and elegant woman in the red dress.
But when they saw Li Daoxuan walk over and openly hold the slender hand of the woman in the red dress, a sudden feeling of sourness came over them.
They had long heard that Taoism had the art of raising ghosts, but they had never expected that one could raise such a beautiful female ghost?
Unlike them, the only thing I can raise is the sword.
"Sister Yu, I was in such a hurry this morning that I forgot you at home. I'm really sorry."
Chen Ziyu ignored him, but let him hold her hand without struggling or taking the initiative, like an exquisite porcelain beauty.
Seeing her so cool, Li Daoxuan couldn't help but gently draw circles on her palm .
Perhaps because she was a female ghost, her palms were icy cold, yet white, tender, soft, slender, and smooth, like jade.
Chen Ziyu frowned slightly and wanted to pull it out, but found that he was holding it very tightly, so she let him do it.
"Sister Yu, let's fight together tonight and kill zombies!"
Chen Ziyu shook her head and said calmly in front of everyone: "I don't want to kill zombies, I just want to protect you."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the two of them.
Li Daoxuan blushed slightly, but when he saw the envious looks in the eyes of the other young Taoist priests, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Chen Ziyu's face remained calm. She always said what she wanted to say and didn't care at all about other people's looks.
"Humph, that's immoral!"
Xu Qingxuan shook his head and said to Zhang Qianyang, "Is this the disciple you taught? How can he be so rude to a female ghost in broad daylight?"
Zhang Qianyang was unhappy and said, "What's wrong with my disciple? Even if there is something wrong with him, I am the Taoist priest who will teach him. It's none of your business!"
Xu Qingxuan snorted coldly and said, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"Bet? Tell me about it."
Xu Qingxuan said: "Since we can't decide who is the winner, why don't we compare who has taught better disciples?"
"How do you compare?"
"Let's see who can kill more zombies, your disciple or my granddaughter Qiu Bai!"
Zhang Qianyang's eyes became a little strange.
Xu Qingxuan thought he was afraid, and sneered: "Of course, Qiu Bai's realm is higher than your apprentice, and his swordsmanship is far better than your apprentice's. I won't bully you. As long as your apprentice can kill half the number of zombies that Qiu Bai can kill, I will lose!"
Wu Qiubai was shocked and said quickly: "Master, you can't——"
"Shut up!"
Xu Qingxuan interrupted him and said, "I know you are kind-hearted and don't want to bully the weak, but you should listen carefully to what Master says!"
Wu Qiubai wanted to say something, but when he saw his master's expression, he could only shut his mouth, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
Grandmaster, that Taoist Priest Li Daoxuan is not an ordinary late stage of Bigu...
Zhang Qianyang deliberately showed a look of panic and said, "Forget it."
Xu Qingxuan took a step forward and said proudly: "A Three Treasures Ruyi Pill!"
Zhang Qianyang's expression changed.
"Your disciple is about to reach the Yin Shen realm, right? The Three Treasures Ruyi Pill will be of great help to him in breaking through the Yin Shen realm. If you win, I will give you a Three Treasures Ruyi Pill. Of course, if you lose, you have to give me a Dragon Tiger Golden Pill!"
Zhang Qianyang looked embarrassed and said, "This... let's just forget it."
"Haha, what's the matter, Zhang Qianyang, are you scared?"
Zhang Qianyang looked irritated and said, "Who's afraid of who? Well, let's make a bet. As long as my apprentice kills half as many zombies as Wu Qiubai, you will give me a Sanbao Ruyi Pill!"
Xu Qingxuan stretched out his hand and said, "If you can't reach it, you can give me a Dragon Tiger Golden Pill."
Bang!
Zhang Qianyang high-fived him, and the two of them said in perfect agreement, "A gentleman's word is as good as gold!"
"Whoever regrets is a puppy!"
Li Daoxuan looked at his master who showed a sinister smile and couldn't help but holding his forehead. Master, aren't you bullying an honest person?
He and Wu Qiubai looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
Wu Qiubai's eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Master, actually——"
"Qiu Bai, stop talking. You don't have to be humble later. Just attack!"
Wu Qiubai had a sad face. What the hell was going on?
Time passed little by little, the sun gradually set, and when the last ray of dim sunlight disappeared, the forest suddenly became very dark.
A gust of cold wind blew, bringing chill and dampness to the bone.
A thick smell of corpses wafted out of the ruins, covering the surroundings with a layer of light black mist.
The moonlight tonight is exceptionally dim, and there is an indescribable chilliness to it. No birds can be heard singing around.
Suddenly, the candles held by the Taoist priests in Wanshou Palace went out one after another, and the stones in the ruins began to tremble slightly, as if some horrible monster was about to break out of the ground.
Chant!
Li Daoxuan suddenly opened his eyes, listening to the dragon roar from the sword box behind him, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes .
Yang Guang is coming out!
