Yi Chen couldn’t help but ask.
The beautiful woman’s words added many more mysteries to his heart.
He thought of his master’s last words before dying, instructing him to go to the capital, to Shuiyue Nunnery to find a nun called Piao Xue….
"Did Bai Yunzi not share his past with the Taoist?"
"If that’s the case, it’s not my place to say more," the beauty said with a look of surprise, and then continued,
"If Bai Yunzi didn’t explain it to the Taoist, he surely had his reasons. Qing Zhu should hold her tongue as well; the Taoist should be careful."
"By the way, Piao Xue is my aunt."
With a graceful smile, the woman then headed upstairs to the private room, leaving only a trace of her fragrance behind.
Yi Chen: "…"Cryptic people, drop dead.
Although the Qing Zhu girl’s words were vague, Yi Chen still guessed so of the truth.
He feared there was a seventy to eighty percent chance it was the romantic debts his master, Bai Yunzi, had incurred during his travels in his younger days.
Yi Chen and his junior brothers were all picked up and adopted by Bai Yunzi, and he had no idea about his master’s past.
As for how Qing Zhu recognized him, Yi Chen was not surprised.
His portrait was on the Dragon Tiger List; recognizing him was not strange.
"Is it because of my extraordinary talents that my master’s romantic rivals can’t handle it?" Yi Chen couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild.
Indeed, the more famous you are, the more problems you have, shaking in frustration. What has the Dragon Tiger List brought to ? Can the world no longer be good?
At this mont, the young man leading the group, Zhang Longyi, after the beautiful woman went to the third floor, slowly approached Yi Chen with an eager look at Little Miao, saying, "Taoist, na your price. What would it take for you to part with your spiritual beast?"
Upon hearing this, Little Miao stopped eating fish and gave Yi Chen a pitiful, helpless look, which made him both amused and annoyed.
"I’m really sorry, Little Miao is not for sale, no matter the price," Yi Chen said, turning towards the young man and speaking deliberately.
Although his beloved pet was a happy but useless creature when it ca to fighting, he was of great emotional value to Yi Chen, very intelligent, and not soone to be sold. Who would hang fish on the hook for him?
He was waiting for Little Miao to grow further so that it could help him generate Origin Points using thunder magic in the future.
"Haha, my apologies for the abruptness, Taoist, please don’t hold it against . I’m Zhang Longyi, a True Disciple from Dragon Tiger Mountain. If you run into any trouble in Zhengyang City, feel free to seek out," said the young man.
Not taking offense at Yi Chen’s rejection, Zhang Longyi left a ssage before drifting away with great poise. Yi Chen, however, quietly heightened his alertness and whispered to Little Miao not to stray from his sight, or else he’d castrate it.
He always felt that this young man harbored deep and calculating thoughts, not looking like soone with a broad mind.
It’s not necessary to harbor ill intentions towards others, but one must always be vigilant.
With countless experts in Zhengyang City at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, if soone captured Little Miao to spice it with cinnamon, Yi Chen could only take Little Miao back ho himself.
"Big boy, stop eating; we’re heading to Dragon Tiger Mountain now."
The more he ate, the worse the taste. Being reminded by the riddling Yue Qingzhu and the possibility of bad people in the capital wanting to harm him, Yi Chen couldn’t help but be cautious.
He must reach Dragon Tiger Mountain today, get the cultivation technique, and turn the accumulated Deep Red Points into tangible combat power. Only then would it be aningful.
In that way, he could surprise those lurking in the shadows, plotting against him.
Let them sche and plot all they want; I alone will suppress them with sheer force.
Make it quick.
Pocketing the miniaturized Little Miao into his arms, Yi Chen then made his way directly towards the gate of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
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Dragon Tiger Mountain, the paramount ruler of the Dao Sect in the Da Yue kingdom.
As one of the three great mountains of Da Yue, its peak isn’t particularly impressive, not even making it into the top five, yet a mountain is not asured by height alone but by the celestial beings that dwell upon it.
For dozens of generations, Dragon Tiger Mountain has been the crucible of countless masters.
And its rear mountain is a forbidden area, a place no one can peer into.
It is said that many advanced cultivators of Dragon Tiger Mountain, upon nearing the end of their lifespan, would seal themselves in slumber with a Secret Technique, entombing themselves within the great formation at the mountain’s rear.
Should the sect face a mont of life-and-death crisis, facing dangers the current Sect Leader cannot handle, all it takes is a single decree from the Sect Leader.
The ancestral spirits would rise from their coffins.
Unleashing the brilliance of their fleeting bloom.
Giving enemies a tiny taste of ancestral shock.
Such a battle thod is naturally insurmountable, and even the Da Yue dynasty had to show face to Dragon Tiger Mountain. For instance, the big boss at the Zhengyang City’s Peacekeeping Office was as venerable as Little Miao, an auspicious charm.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain, my Hidden Dragon Temple shall take its place!"
Yi Chen gazed at the mountain before him, bragged to himself for a bit, and then stepped through the gate.
The gate stood towering by the stream, reaching dozens of tres high, with great timber bracing the sky. It had six doors, split into three pairs, with the middle door embellished with a plaque that read "Celestial Master Mansion of Da Yue", glittering in golden radiance.
To the east stood a large drum, and between the eastern and western walls were stone carvings with "Daozun" and "Virtue is Precious".
Climbing up the steps, one would reach the ceremonial gate.
Upon entering the first gate and walking along the cobblestone path for more than three hundred steps, you would arrive at the outer court.
The outer court was where the outer disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain who had not yet awakened their spiritual nature resided. Reportedly, nowadays less than twenty percent of the outer disciples co from farming families, the rest being of considerable family wealth or having ancestors who were Daoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Once Yi Chen entered Dragon Tiger Mountain, he slightly unveiled his own montum, exhibiting the pressure of soone near the Qi Refinent Realm. After informing the gatekeeping disciples, the disciples understood the stakes.
No one dared to joke around in Dragon Tiger Mountain. The gatekeeper disciple directly perford a hand seal, sending a small sword ssenger straight to the mountaintop. In a mont, a reply ca down, instructing them to bring Yi Chen into the Golden Summit Hall.
A huge white crane, spanning over five tres in length, descended from the sky.
Like a spotless, mobile house, it created gusts of wind upon landing, blowing the grass beside the road into disarray.
The beak of the massive crane shone like a sword of immortals, flickering with a chilling light, instilling a cold prickle in the hearts of those who saw it.
Yi Chen locked eyes with the white crane, and for a mont, his scalp tingled. He felt as if he were being stalked by a top predator, his innate senses issuing frantic warnings.
All at once, Yi Chen felt as if he were bearing the weight of the abyss, an imnse pressure assaulting him from all directions, as if the whole world was conspiring against him.
"What realm could this huge white crane possibly be at?"
After enduring for a while, just when Yi Chen was about to reveal his True Yang Spirit to resist this pressure, the sudden oppression vanished.
"I’ve seen the Uncle-Ancestor Crane," the gatekeeping disciple nearby ca to pay their respects to the white crane.
However, the massive crane didn’t pay any heed to them, instead, it nodded at Yi Chen, pecking one of its feathers and offering it to him, speaking in human tongue with praise: "I heard soone brought back news of that old bastard Zhang Ji Shi, so I ca down to have a look."
"The disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain are inferior with each passing generation. Not many catch my eye, but you, lad, are quite impressive."
"You’re not much different from Zhang Daoyi."
"This feather of mine is in compensation for my impolite probing. Co with ," the white crane said.
With a flap of its wings, a cloud suddenly appeared under Yi Chen’s feet, taking him with the crane towards the mountaintop.
Flying recklessly over Dragon Tiger Mountain was bound to attract attacks from the great formation—a basic fact that Yi Chen was obviously aware of—thus, he offered no resistance as the cloud carried him skyward.
After passing buildings like the Main Hall, Imperial Decree Pavilion, and the Altar of Myriad Laws, they landed before a grand hall.
This was the Celestial Master Hall of Dragon Tiger Mountain, a colossal edifice shimring with an odd tallic luster, its surface inscribed with glowing runes and exuding an aura of ancient desolation.
"This has to be at least a high-quality magical artifact—the foundation of a great sect is indeed extraordinary," Yi Chen’s pupils constricted, admitting that perhaps the assertion he had quietly made at the foot of the mountain, ’I can replace it,’ might have been a bit too bold.
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