Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Gate Chapter 22: The Elusive Daoist

  Zhang Hao's divine consciousness entered the tower, originally it should have been weightless, but when his footsteps fell, they made a creaking sound.

  This staircase won't break, will it? Don't scare people! Zhang Hao rushed towards the stone gate in front of him.

  "No, give me a few spirit stones and I'll slightly repair this staircase."

  For the safety of his life, for not letting his divine consciousness be trapped in this tower, becoming a soul body like a wine vessel, Zhang Hao had to hand over three spiritual stones.

  After coming into contact with the spiritual stone, the incantation in his hand changed.

  Only to see the chaotic air around violently surging up.

  Zhang Hao was blown up by a gust of ancient and desolate air and floated into the air.

  Three Three-Treasured Spirit Stones instantly turned into powder, and the vast spiritual energy was absorbed by the jade stone steps underfoot, leaving not a single drop behind.

  Zhang Hao floated down, his feet landing on the surface with a feeling of instability, but there was no longer any creaking sound, which seemed to be like the strange sound of an old wooden building.

  Entering a simple stone house, the room is empty with nothing inside. In the center of the room, there is a small tripod about three inches in size, on which are written three ancient and twisted strange characters.

  "This is......" Zhang Hao scratched his head and asked.

  This is... "Fulong Ding!"

  What's the use? It's so small... Zhang Hao manipulated his spiritual energy and lifted the Fow Long Ding in his hand, weighing it for a moment.

  "Don't underestimate this Fulong Ding, the ancient Tianlong lineage was all severed on this Fulong Ding. If it weren't for this Fulong Ding, I'm afraid those greedy dragon tribes would have unified the Xiu Zhen realm long ago, and all cultivators in the world would have become slaves to the dragon tribe!"

  "I used eighty-nine three-product spiritual stones to activate the gathering spirit array inside the Tongtian Tower, and also this stone house space. Now I can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and after recovering for one or two months, once the alchemy formation in the Fulong Cauldron absorbs enough spiritual energy, as long as we can find the Xuan Yin True Fire to serve as a catalyst, it will ignite the pure Yang True Fire inside. With that, I can refine equipment, refine medicine, and refine my body. As long as there is sufficient medicinal material, I can absolutely refine the best elixirs of the Red Dust Sword Sect. I can also forge for you the strongest physical body. For a cultivator, it's better to have a stronger physical body until they reach the realm of immortality."

  After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhang Hao with some expectation.

  Zhang Hao looked at the wine cup with a twisted expression, his knife-like eyebrows furrowed, and he roared: "Is it the Ling Stone again?!"

  "You little scoundrel! I'm thinking for your own good. Inside the Tongtian Tower, there are countless spaces. If you're going to inherit the position of leader, you must protect the lives of all the disciples above and below. You're still haggling with me over a few pieces of spiritual stones? Just wait another half year, and the small world left behind by the ancient witch tribe inside the Tongtian Tower - Heilong Ridge and Qilin Ze - will be opened up. The land there is fertile, and as long as you have good-quality spiritual grains, you can definitely cultivate the best spiritual grains and raise high-level spiritual beasts. Even the Long Valley that the true disciples of the Xiangyang Gate are eating now can be cultivated. The Red Dust Sword Gate won't be able to decline!"

  "Fine! Anyway, I'm almost bankrupt, so I don't care about these last few spirit stones!" Zhang Hao's voice was somewhat melancholic, with a hint of the helplessness of a virtuous woman being forced to serve in bed.

  With a playful smile, his hands suddenly had several more spirit stones. The spirit stones exploded into a burst of white mist under the urging of his spiritual energy, disappearing into the mottled patterns on the jade stone steps.

  There is a pavilion on the top of the floating peak, called Cloud-Watching Pavilion.

  Guanyun Pavilion, with some years on its age, looks somewhat dilapidated, the original eight-sided eaves collapsed three, leaving only five. This ancient and simple broken pavilion stands high on the mountain peak, looking abrupt, strange and incongruous.

  Outside the Cloud Viewing Pavilion, after walking four or five steps, you arrive at the Unnamed Abyss. The Unnamed Abyss is deep and impossible to measure, shrouded in clouds and mist, making it unknown how deep it is.

  A tall and majestic man with a face as red as dates, sporting a long beard under his chin, stood respectfully beside the Cloud Viewing Pavilion, not even daring to breathe loudly.

  About four steps in front of him, there was a bluish-green stone slab that extended from the foundation of the Guanyun Pavilion. The stone slab was about three feet long and two feet wide, and it protruded vertically from the cliff like a knife cut, with the bottom of the stone slab being the Wuming Abyss. On the surface of the bluish-green stone slab, there were remaining marks of years of vicissitudes.

  An elderly man with silver-white hair, dressed in a worn-out Taoist robe, held an ordinary willow branch in his right hand. On the willow branch was a long, dark line that hung down into the depths of the abyss.

  This old man is Piaoyue Dao Ren, the leader of the Seventh Xuan Gate.

  The tall and robust man gazed at the unfathomable abyss, looking at that one thin and dark line, looking at the old man's slightly hunched back, his heart felt a little anxious, on the broad forehead as smooth as a baby's skin, a pea-sized drop of sweat trickled out.

  The wind rose and the clouds surged, the long-bearded Han looked at the old man's Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, his dry lips trembling slightly, then stopped. Unconsciously, the long-bearded Han stood for half an hour.

  "Easy, yeah! You seem very nervous."

  The Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the bluestone, speaking as he stretched his body casually and yawned. The willow branch in his hand had disappeared without knowing when.

  Yi Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, cracked his dry lips and said hoarsely: "Master, Zhang Hao is too cunning, he switched the thing!"

  "Was it him who took it away, or someone else?"

  "This... little guy didn't even know, he just threw a fake small tower at me during the chaos and told me to run quickly!" By this point, Yi Yan's face had turned even redder.

  "His cultivation is only in the late stage of Void Dan Realm, your realm is higher than his, this is his plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, he used you to divert the pursuers and then ran away with the thing himself."

  Yi Yan's eyebrows twisted in anger, and he violently swung his massive hand towards the foundation stone beside Guan Yun Pavilion. A mighty burst of spiritual energy erupted from his hand, and if it were to land, the pavilion would likely collapse.

  A dark, fine line, like a spirit snake, wrapped around Yi Yan's wrist, and with a slight pull, Yi Yan's palm was pulled to the side. Then, with a flick of the willow branch, Yi Yan's tall body somersaulted through the air, falling towards the Nameless Abyss.

  After a while, a rough male voice came from under the surging clouds and fog.

  "Spare my life! I know I was wrong!"

  A Taoist priest pulled his hand, and saw the dark clouds surging from the depths of the abyss. Then a black figure flew up from below and landed heavily on the Guanyun Pavilion.

  The slender black thread on his hand retracted like a spirit snake.

  The Taoist priest still sat upright on the bluestone, as if he had never moved.

  This movement was as fast as lightning, and Yi Yan, who had not yet recovered from the shock, stood stupidly beside the Guan Yun Pavilion, thinking for a moment before stuttering: "The thing that the Sect Master is looking for should be in the hands of Xiao Xie Shen Li Mu Bai, because when I left, Zhang Hao's spiritual energy was already exhausted, and he was also hit by Li Mu Bai's Tian Geng evil spirit. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing the blue master's robe given to him by Hong Chenzi, he would have died long ago."

  "Little evil god Li Mubai, son of Li Jianxin, the master of Wanxiang Island." The Drifting Daoist's face changed greatly as soon as he heard this, and his body flashed over from the bluestone, hunching his back to stand inside the Guanyun Pavilion.

  "Indeed, the young master of Wàn Xiàng Island, Li Mùbái." The ethereal Taoist asked in a low voice, gazing at the distant turbulent clouds and fog.

  "The disciple saw him use the Heavenly Evil Spirit Hand before, so it shouldn't be wrong." Yi Yan replied respectfully.

  "This time it's a bit troublesome, during this period of time if you don't want to die miserably, it's best not to take half a step out of the Seven Mysteries Gate!"

  Yi Yan saw Palm Teach's voice and color were both severe, his words were stern, and he didn't dare to have the slightest argument in his heart. He also understood that this time Zhang Hao had established a great enemy for them.

  "Go! Don't tell anyone about this."

  After the wandering Taoist's emotions calmed down, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

  Yi Yan was overjoyed and hastily knelt down to thank him, then turned around and left.

  Highly recommended, extremely grateful.