Chapter 263: A Difficult Choice

  He floated into the grand hall, and Fang Xian had already become familiar with it. He walked along the corridor with ease and arrived at the great hall. There, he saw Bai Yue sitting on the witch king's throne, while the witch king was behind him giving him a shoulder massage. Compared to sixteen years ago, the strange colors and tattoos on Bai Yue's body had become even more intense. The bulging blood vessels were now deep purple, and his eyes were almost murkier than those of the colorful Hot Wings. This villainous appearance had already reached a certain level. What kind of intelligence did the Black Miao brothers have to believe in him?

  Bai Yue's strength was vigorous, and he had already sensed this strange aura. He suddenly stood up, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Fang Xian.

  "What a wicked creature!" The witch king's face turned stern and he swiftly blocked Bai Yue in front of him.

  "Come on, that's too fake." Fang Xian shook his head, "My father-in-law is quite perceptive, your disguise is too rough."

  "Daring you, to insult the master of my Miao territory!" Bai Yue jumped to one side, with a stern and unyielding expression. "Your Majesty, I'll have someone come for you, please wait."

  It seems that Bai Yue is not stupid and can also feel the pressure of a Xianjian-level presence.

  The sorcerer king's eyebrows were stern and severe, his large arm waved: "You may go, I reckon this demon also can't do anything to me!"

  "I still like the cute version...". Fang Xian's mouth corners slightly raised, what they were saying was no longer important.

  The immortal sword flashed out, and in two flashes, it was all over. Not a sound was made as Bai Yue and the fake Witch King were reduced to dry corpses. The legendary final BOSS had been defeated for the second time.

  All that could be heard was echoing in the grand hall——

  Moe version of it...

  "Really?"

  "Really..."

  "Hmm..."

  "Father-in-law, is this your final echo... Must you be cute even in death?!" Fang Xian sighed and seemed to see that naturally foolish Harmonious Witch King again. "The cuteness you sold will forever remain in my heart."

  "My heart is troubled..."

  "Really..."

  "Hmm..."

  The fake witch king's evil spirit was harvested, and his body had returned to its original form as a poisonous tree, withering away. Fang Xian went over and kicked it again, confirming that he was indeed dead before turning back. He walked towards Bai Yue's private pool, where the sealed Water Demon Beast was being held. Back then, after Fang Xian's mother-in-law had sealed it, Bai Yue had carefully retrieved it and hidden it in the pool of the Black Miao Council Hall.

  Can't help but complain - what a ridiculous hiding place, are all these people passing by blind or something?

  For sixteen years, everything has changed, but the only thing that remains the same is this sealed Water Demon Beast, just like a dust-covered stone statue, unchanged from sixteen years ago.

  "Fang Xian drew out his sword: 'It's been a hard journey.'"

  Then the Xianjian virtual body gradually grew bigger and became as big as this Shuimo beast, bursting through the Heimiao Grand Hall, riding on the air, and actually lifted the huge body of the Shuimo beast out of the water.

  The Moon Worshiper can transfer this monster, let alone the Immortal Sword.

  "Let's go......" Fang Xian also borrowed the sword energy to rise into the air, "Go to Shu Mountain."

  At this time, the most confused should be the Black Miao people. Their great hall seems to have collapsed, their leader seems to have died, and then there is a big-faced immortal carrying something away.

  A middle-aged fat man with a rebirth mark raised his knife and shouted loudly: "It must be the sorcery of the White Miao people! Everyone, let's kill our way to Dali to become the Sorcerer King and avenge our Master!!"

  Sportswear, snow hat and so on all raise their knives in response.

  There's no way around it, this kind of character always appears in stories. Fang Xian inadvertently triggered the Black Miao people's general attack ahead of time.

  On the other side of Mount Shu, the disciples who went down the mountain to play have all returned, continuing their daily cultivation life. Although everyone is not very convinced by that so-called "acting sect leader", fortunately this "acting sect leader" is a honest person and doesn't bully people, only seeking no surprises or dangers. Moreover, during this period of time, the acting sect leader started developing Mount Shu's tourism resources, so everyone can go down the mountain to pick up girls and come back up to play, earning money and flirting with girls, showing off and being proud, both expanding Mount Shu's influence and satisfying these young men's hormonal desires. Therefore, Mount Shu is still relatively stable.

  In the grand hall, the core part of today's Shu Mountain one-day tour is being carried out - sitting meditation and self-cultivation.

  Thirty-six core disciples of Mount Shu sat in meditation in the grand hall, while a group of tourists gathered at the entrance, sighing and marveling. The tall substitute sect leader stood beside them, explaining things.

  "We Shu Mountain disciples must spend half of our time every day meditating to elevate our spiritual realm and strive for early attainment of the Dao."

  Next to him was an old man with a white beard who had paid double the sightseeing fee, and as a VIP customer, he naturally received preferential treatment. The old man took a look at the three big characters on the chest of the tall young man and only then did he know how to address him. He asked: "May I ask, Deputy Sect Master, I've long heard that Mount Shu has a Sword Saint sitting in meditation, why can't I see him?" The tall young man's face was full of piety: "The 26th generation Sect Master, Dugu Jian Sheng, has already broken through the void and ascended to heaven..."

  "Oh..." The crowd let out another sigh of amazement.

  The old man asked again: "Is the current leader of the sect the Wine Sword Immortal?"

  The tall and slender young man's face was calm: "Master Sito has already let go of his worries and is traveling freely, the current 27th generation leader is Zhang Si."

  "Zhang Si?!" The crowd let out another cry of surprise.

  The old man stroked his beard: "I've always been interested in Taoism, traveling to famous mountains and Taoist temples, but I've never heard of a high-ranking person named 'Zhang Si'?"

  "This time, the selection of the sect leader is not just about age or seniority. It's about fate and character. Although Zhang Si is still young, he has gained the recognition of the previous sect leader and the Xianjian, so there must be some reason for it, which is not something that we can see through."

  The crowd nodded in agreement, they have always been easily deceived by mysterious and obscure things.

  Everyone was about to ask more questions about the Taoist's behavior, but suddenly a loud rumbling sound came from outside, and the crowd, who loved to watch excitement, rushed out after taking a glance.

  Only to see above the sea of clouds, a huge ethereal fairy sword flew over, with a young man standing beside it with his hands behind his back. Below this person and sword was a massive stone statue. The statue had a stout body, eight necks and eight heads, all with ferocious expressions that made people feel both fearful and nauseous.

  "The tall disciple exclaimed: 'The sect leader has returned.'"

  The old man looked at the scene in shock and asked, "Is this... the legendary ancient demon beast brought by the sect leader? I have read all the books of past and present, and such a monster can only be it..."

  "This time it was the tall young disciple's turn to ask: 'Which one did the old master say?'"

  The old man rubbed his eyes, somewhat disbelieving the scene: "Unthinkable! I only casually went up the mountain for a stroll and actually got to see with my own eyes one of the Ten Great Ancient Demons - the Water Demon! Legend has it that sixteen years ago it appeared in Miao territory and was later sealed by the descendants of Nüwa... The leader of Mount Shu is truly formidable! Even this demon can be subdued. I'll kowtow to him!!"

  The crowd listened to the old man's words and also let out a cry of surprise. As tourists, they felt like they had won the lottery by seeing such legendary things. At this time, looking at the literary youth floating in the sky, they were already deeply convinced that this young man was clearly beyond human.

  But then the young man suddenly changed his expression, with a ferocious face and a loud shout: "Make way for me, neighbors, let me through!"

  The boy's scream echoed through the mountains.

  "Is it out yet..."

  "Come on..."

  The crowd was silent. Is this not the case with great elegance being the same as great vulgarity? However, looking at the ferocious expression of this young man, it seemed that transporting this strange object was quite laborious. If they were careless and dropped it, it would be bad, so they also hastily moved to the side and concentrated on clearing a large area in front of the outer temple gate.

  "Get out!" Fang Xian hastily threw the Water Demon Beast away, and a loud rumbling sound was heard as it heavily hit the snowy ground with a loud crash, stirring up layers of white snow.

  After the great storm had passed, this petrified water demon was actually lying intact on the snowy ground, without a single injury.

  Fell to the ground with a thud. Patted the dust off his body: "Damn, I'm exhausted."

  He glanced around and saw about a hundred tourists, it seemed that this generation's master was doing a good job.

  "Hey you, come here..." Fang Xian called out to the tall and slender young man.

  This disciple has experienced so many setbacks and glories, now he's seen through it all, running over with a big smile on his face, looking very pleased with himself: "What is it that the sect leader wants this time?"

  "Not bad, manage the money and don't be greedy." Fang Xian said affirmatively, then whispered, "Later I'll do something serious, it's a bit dangerous, let the crowd disperse and have the disciples gather here."

  "Yes!"

  The following time, the disciples began to send the crowd down the mountain. Fang Xian surrounded the water demon beast and tapped it occasionally to listen if it was hollow or solid, or swung an axe to chop it. Half a time later, dozens of disciples had already surrounded the water demon beast in a circle, waiting for the master's command.

  He glanced calmly over the crowd and discovered an old man with a white streak in his temple and dressed in plain clothes.

  "Old man...... The time for sightseeing is over, why haven't you come down the mountain yet."

  The old man's expression was solemn and sacred: "Master of the Sect, I have spent my entire life searching for the immortal's trail in vain. Today, I coincidentally have the opportunity to climb this high Shu Mountain, cross that difficult Shu Road, and catch a glimpse of your esteemed selves' demeanor. And now, I hear that Master wants to perform a ritual... My feet will not move even if I die."

  Fang Xian angrily said: "Old man, stop causing trouble, it's dangerous! You want to die? Don't you know what this is?"

  "Primordial Water Demon Beast!" The old man's eyes shone with a frenzied light, "Today, I get to see the immortal destroy the demon beast. Even if I die, I'll be satisfied! Master, you who have transcended worldly dust may think this is nothing, but for me, being able to experience this catastrophe in my mortal body, to witness the divine power of the immortal with my own eyes, and to bring this wonderful tale to the world, is already a great comfort."

  "How can there be good news if someone has lost their life?"

  The old man's face was solemn, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground: "I am old and my life is not long, I beg of you, Master, to no longer persuade me. If you must have me leave the mountain, I will now dash my head to death in front of this Shu Gate."

  Fang Xian let out a sigh, and from his bag he pulled out a row of bamboo slips and threw them in front of the old man. These bamboo slips were called "Tianshu", which was where the immortal from the Book of Heaven had attached itself in the Locking Demon Tower.

  The fairy in the book transformed into a white gas and appeared: "I'm so angry I could die."

  The old man was no longer surprised, hastily pulled out the pen and ink box from his pocket, dipped it in saliva, and was eager to try.

  The immortal in the book didn't understand and said: "Younger brother, why are you moving my furniture?"

  The old man's eyes had already begun to burn: "Old brother, take a look, it must be a grand occasion, worthy of being written on your bamboo sign."

  "Fang Xian waved his arm: 'Form an array.'"