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Chapter 143 Qingcheng Mountain Enters the World

Qingcheng Mountain.

Dozens of Daoist priests sat on the summit of the mountain, facing the southwest direction.

The four elders of Qingcheng Mountain sat in the front, Fei Xuan followed to their left, and Li Fansong stood with his sword to their right. The other Qingcheng Mountain disciples lined up behind them, their index and middle fingers placed together between their brows and each of their peach wood swords floating in the air. They concentrated on them while looking straight to the southwest.

This was the Dragon Lookout Array that had been passed down by Qingcheng Mountain’s founders over hundreds of years ago. It could only be formed by using the most highly skilled of their sect members. During this period, if there were intruders with evil intentions coming up the mountain to seek trouble, these Daoist priests who were engaged in the Array would not be able to leave and the mountain would be completely defenseless. It wasn’t impossible for a lone intruder to annihilate Qingcheng Mountain, so the risk was extremely great. Yet, the Acting Sectmaster Yin Changsong still made this decision.

Suddenly, the sheathed Azure Empyrean sword that was enshrined in the San Qing Divine Teachers Hall unsheathed itself and flew towards the southwest!

"Sword, stop!" Yin Changsong, who was currently the highest ranking elder on Qingcheng Mountain, stood up abruptly and shouted.

The Dragon Lookout Array finally ended. The Daoist priests opened their eyes one after another, and their peach wood swords that were floating in the air fell one after another. Li Fansong and Fei Xuan also opened their eyes, but they were already in tears.

"Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, he would have died with a smile on his face." Celestial Grandmaster Luo Sancheng, who had been blind for many years, sighed softly.

Yin Changsong stood there as he expended all the strength in his hands to stop the ancestral sword, Azure Empyrean. He seemed to address the sword, "This is no longer in our power to reverse, please restrain your grief."

The sword wailed fiercely with a kind of sadness, and if one listened carefully, it sounded as if the sword was crying. Finally, as its power abated and reduced in intensity, Yin Changsong waved a hand gently and the Azure Empyrean sword slowly fell into his hand.

"We are believers of Daoism. We pray only to bind our hair and for longevity, and ignore the turmoils of the world. But in this matter, we cannot." Yin Changsong suddenly lifted the Azure Empyrean sword, his Daoist robes fluttering, as imposing as a mountain range. "Qingcheng Mountain disciples, receive your orders!"

"We disciples are here!" Whether they were the dozens of elite disciples at the summit of the mountain, or the hundreds of disciples from all over the mountain who were guarding in front of Qian Kun Hall, they responded loudly at the same time.

"Qingcheng Mountain, we vow our vengeance!" Yin Changsong shouted loudly!

"Vengeance!" The whole mountain shouted angrily.

Yin Changsong withdrew the sword, walked to Li Fansong and Fei Xuan, who were already overcome with tears, and sighed softly. "We four old men vainly called ourselves celestial masters, but we could only set up a useless array here. We couldn’t help Yuzhen at all. If we really want revenge, we will have to rely on both of you. Pull yourselves together!”

Li Fansong wiped his tears and nodded sharply.

Fei Xuan suddenly looked up and shouted angrily at the sky. His shout rocked the mountain and alarmed the animals into running wild!

"Qingcheng Mountain’s future is up to the two of you now." Yin Changsong stabbed the Azure Empyrean sword into the ground before them and turned away.

A swordsman armed with a huge sword was rushing along a mountain road. He came to a sudden stop and looked to the south, his brows furrowed in a frown. The Army Destroyer sword in his hand suddenly began to vibrate with a cry, and one of the five sword immortals, the Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian, whispered in a low voice, "Why did the Army Destroyer suddenly vibrate?"

Having been chased all the way, the monk, Wuxin, whose immortal aura with his white clothes was now covered with dust. Together with Ming Hou, they noticed that the domineering sword aura that had been following them had suddenly disappeared. They also looked astonished. They turned back to look and saw Yan Zhantian holding his sword in a daze. The monk, Wuxin, murmured, "What trick is this Devil trying to pull now? Forget it, who cares. Ming Hou, let\'s continue running!"

In the desolate land of the west.

A desert stretched for hundreds of miles.

There was a city in the desert standing proudly. Solitary and desolate.

This city was named Admirable Desolation, one of the four great cities under Heaven.

It was originally an important city defending the west of the imperial city, but due to the fluctuating climate, the Western Regions moved southward, and the imperial court re-elected Biluo City as the main border city. Admirable Desolation City was located in the desert, and the city gradually emptied of people. However, when Luo Qingyang, who had rescued the previous Emperor several times, left Heavenly Revelations, he decided on this city to cultivate his swordsmanship. Over the last ten years, almost a hundred experts came to challenge him, but Luo Qingyang defeated them easily without even drawing his sword and the martial world named him the Solitary Sword Immortal. Admirable Desolation City also became one of the four great cities under Heaven due to this one person, and was called the Solitary City.

At this time, standing above the city gates was that invincible sword immortal dressed in a gray robe. He stood facing the southeast and held his incomparably long sword in his hand - Nine Songs. He had never drawn his sword even once since he obtained it, and only used the scabbard in duels, so the Sword Heart Tomb did not include this sword among the top ten famous swords. But there was no doubt that if this sword was ever drawn, its power would not be below any one of those famous swords.

Unfortunately, there was now one less person worthy of making Luo Qingyang draw his Nine Songs sword.

Mount Luolei boundary.

A carriage was leaving at high speed.

"After this fight, we have cemented our enmity with Snow Moon City, and also forged a death feud with Qingcheng Mountain, who had never interfered with the world. Was it really worth it?" Su Muyu, who was sitting in the carriage regulating his internal breath, said suddenly.

"Muyu!" Xie Qidao was startled, and interjected to stop him. His impression of Su Muyu had always been someone who followed his orders firmly, who would never state his own opinions regarding the Patriarch’s decisions.

"Whether it’s Snow Moon City or Qingcheng Mountain, they will soon cease to exist," the Patriarch kept his eyes closed as he replied slowly.

Luosang City.

Xiangnan Teahouse.

Li Hanyi, whose fine black hair suddenly turned purple, held the extreme cold Armoured Glacier sword in her right hand, and the extreme warm Peach Blossom sword in her left hand. She floated in the air, her eyes cruel, purple hair flying, and her voice appeared to be mumbling something from her mouth.

Xie Xuan listened carefully and finally heard the three words that were filled with murderous intent.

Su Changhe.

Li Hanyi held her swords and leapt out of the teahouse in one step.

"Li Hanyi has suffered qi deviation and lost her mind. If she goes in her current state to search for the Hidden River, I’m afraid innocent bystanders will suffer collateral damage. Moreover, Su Changhe is sinister and cunning. In Li Hanyi\'s present state, she may die at any time!" Qi Tianchen said solemnly.

Xie Xuan did not hesitate any longer. He immediately strapped his bookcase onto his back and leaped out to chase after her.

Qi Tianchen was also about to follow, but he saw a flying bird suddenly fall and landed on his fingertips. He froze for a moment, took off the message tube tied to the bird, opened it, and saw four simple words written on it.

"Return immediately to Heavenly Revelations."

On the official highway.

Four people and four horses were also rushing at high speed.

They were Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and Ye Ruoyi. Under the combined persuasion of Tang Lian and Luo Mingxuan, Sikong Qianluo finally followed Luo Mingxuan to return to Snow Moon City. The other four people were rushing to Lei Clan Fort. Tang Clan had already betrayed Snow Moon City, but Lei Clan Fort didn’t know. If Tang Clan were to attend the upcoming Heroes Banquet as planned, then they were probably planning for a huge upset there!

However, Lei Wujie suddenly pulled the reins on his horse! The horse neighed furiously, and Lei Wujie tightened his grip on the reins as he looked to the west, his brows furrowed with worry.

"What\'s wrong?" Xiao Se stopped his horse and asked him.

"I don\'t know." Lei Wujie shook his head, one hand clutching the slight pain in his chest. "It’s a strange feeling for no reason. A little uneasy and sad."