Tianmiao Peak, towering three thousand zhang high, reaching into the clouds, lofty as the heavens.
When Heavenly Master Zhang and his party flew to Tianmiao Peak, Qing Yu had already been waiting here for a long ti.
He even crafted a teapot from the rocks at the peak, leisurely brewing a pot of tea, quietly sipping.
Seeing the arrival of Heavenly Master Zhang, Qing Yu's fingers moved slightly, tea water automatically poured from the teapot into a stone cup, and gracefully flew towards Heavenly Master Zhang.
"Heavenly Master Zhang, please," Qing Yu raised his hand and said.
Heavenly Master Zhang reached out to grasp the stone cup, lightly blew on it, took a sip, and closed his eyes, as if savoring the fragrance of the tea.
"Good tea."
"The mat disperses the dust, the tea utensil holds the green cake fragrance."
Heavenly Master Zhang ca over and sat on the rock opposite Qing Yu, saying, "Sect Leader Qing Yu truly has exquisite skills to craft such refreshing tea."
"Oh? How does Heavenly Master know it was made by this humble Daoist?" Qing Yu looked quite surprised.
"The Heavenly Dew Tea Tree on Tianmiao Peak was personally planted years ago by this humble Daoist and the Supre Taoist. How could I not know?"
Heavenly Master Zhang chuckled, took another sip, and said, "This tea still carries a hint of bitterness, but it harmonizes with a refreshing aura, blending into a unique tea essence, and also contains a mysterious Taoist Intent.
If this humble Daoist is not mistaken, Sect Leader Qing Yu crafted this directly with True Qi from freshly picked leaves, and from picking to this mont, it hasn't been more than two hours."
"Sect Leader Qing Yu, such Taoist Intent."
The process of making tea requires complex procedures, but Qing Yu at this mont bypassed all these procedures with True Qi, and brought out the tea's fragrance to its fullest.
Seeing the Big from the Small, Heavenly Master Zhang saw the artful techniques of Qing Yu's effortless creation, hence the admiration.
"Being able to drink the tea leaves planted by Heavenly Master and the Supre Taoist is also a blessing for this humble Daoist," Qing Yu said with a smile.
The two exchanged a smile, each took a sip of tea, appearing like friends who agreed to savor tea together, in harmony and joy.
If not for a few murderous figures hidden nearby, it would be even more like that.
"By the way, since Heavenly Master is familiar with the Supre Taoist, does the Supre Taoist Sect have a thod that can greatly change a person's temperant, and understand the wonders of heaven and earth, mastering the mystery of creating space in advance?"
Qing Yu truly seed like he ca to et a friend, asking the question without reservation.
"The Supre Dao Inheritors are all close to the Dao. The higher their cultivation, the closer they are to the Dao. The more advanced they are, their cultivation may advance rapidly, but mastering the ability to create space in advance is absolutely impossible.
Because to create space, one must first have enough strength."
He drank the tea from his cup and restored his calm deanor, "Sect Leader Qing Yu's ambition to catch up with the Supre Taoist Sect is admirable to this humble Daoist. In my youth, I had the sa aspiration, but unfortunately, lacked the power. That person seed invincible, making this humble Daoist feel inferior."
Qing Yu knew he was speaking of the Supre Taoist, first on the Heavenly List, truly the World's Number One warrior.
The Supre Taoist is considered the top among all the Supre Inheritors in history. Before him, there were no Supre Inheritors who beca the World's Number One, but no one could reach his Realm.
After him, reaching this level might not be impossible, but would certainly be rare. This can indeed be said to be unmatched in history.
Heavenly Master Zhang lost his ambition due to the Supre Taoist, which is understandable. They were of the sa generation, and spending a lifeti watching the other's back could only result in frustration.
"Young people should have youthful vigor; having ambition is not wrong," Qing Yu said, turning his tea cup with a smile.
"That's right, but be careful not to aim too high," Heavenly Master Zhang glanced at soone slightly behind him, "My eldest son is nearly seventy, yet still has the recklessness of youth, wanting to suppress the Supre Taoist Sect, without even knowing the gap in power, with such arrogant ambitions."
Here, Zhang Yuanchu not far away looked ashad, truly embarrassed. Being lectured as a young lad at his age, there's no one else to feel embarrassed but him.
"Sect Leader Qing Yu did suppress Yuan Chu's arrogance. Honestly, this humble Daoist is sowhat grateful to you. Not to ntion, you pointed out who was behind manipulating the scenes..."
'But...' Qing Yu thought.
"But..."
His voice suddenly turned sharp, and Heavenly Master Zhang's eyes flashed fiercely, "A few years ago, Gong Ziyu's Azure Dragon Association slaughtered over ten thousand of my Dragon Tiger Mountain's people, my second son died tragically by the Luoshui River, my third son crippled, each is an irreconcilable blood feud.
What is Sect Leader Qing Yu's opinion on this?"
The murderous intent erged, Heavenly Master Zhang's face remained calm, but the bone-chilling killing intent had already locked onto Qing Yu, the intense murderous aura caused the sky to change color, wind and clouds surging, with sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls.
As Heavenly Master Zhang said, it's an irreconcilable blood feud, with so many lives taken, soone must be responsible.
The people from Dragon Tiger Mountain also stepped forward, their murderous intent clearly directed at Qing Yu.
Facing the glare and murderous intent of the people from Dragon Tiger Mountain, Qing Yu appeared quite isolated and helpless. The surging murderous intent was like waves, one after another—a white-haired Daoist sitting on a rock, like a skiff in a raging storm, seed about to be overwheld by the tide at any mont.
But, is it really so?
Wen Xisheng gazed at the white-haired Daoist still sipping tea, silently concluding the opposite.
He did not exude murderous intent like the others, allowing him to see more clearly.
The killing intent of the three Divine Communication warriors, including Zhang Yuanchu, felt like a gentle breeze to Qing Yu, easy to dismiss. Although Heavenly Master Zhang's aura was indeed powerful, it was not enough to intimidate Qing Yu.
"Heavenly Master did omit one person: your eldest grandson Zhang Yangping was also lost to Gong Ziyu's hands," Qing Yu said with a faint smile.
Zhang Yangping, along with his uncles Zhang Yuanlu and Zhang Yuanfeng, went to Northern Zhou to pursue Gong Ziyu. Initially, Qiao Baixuan divined Gong Ziyu, but Qing Yu diverted the trouble east, causing it to provoke the dragon energy of Northern Zhou, further aggravating the injured Feng Tianming.
The Divine Communication elite from the Great Zen Temple sought these four as an excuse.
At the ti, Zhang Yangping escaped but was led to an unnad valley where Qing Yu, who had been waiting, killed him.
"Sect Leader Qing Yu, it seems you've confessed willingly."
Heavenly Master Zhang slowly stood up, the sound of the Three Five Evil-Slaying Sword at his waist rang out, about to draw at any mont.
"No, rely providing Heavenly Master with accurate information. After all, Zhang Yangping was never found alive or dead, is that not so?"
Qing Yu also stood up, "Gong Ziyu is dead, the world knows this. Should Heavenly Master seek revenge, there is no foe to find. However, at the top of Lingyan Tower in the Divine Capital, it was this humble Daoist who killed Gong Ziyu. If Heavenly Master wishes to repay the favor, this humble Daoist does not mind."
The Sixth Prince of Northern Zhou, Feng Chaonan, thought he successfully killed Gong Ziyu and took on his na, ultimately dying under the identity of Gong Ziyu.
However, it was actually Feng Jiwu who killed him atop Lingyan Tower, making Qing Yu's claim an appropriation of another's deed (laugh).
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