Chapter 682 - 682 Original text 41 Existence_2 Modified after
682: Original text: Chapter 41 Existence_2 Modified after: 682: Original text: Chapter 41 Existence_2 Modified after: “What letter?”
Qin Baihuang spoke lightly.
“Master said to deliver this letter to you directly.
You can open it and read the contents yourself.”
The young Taoist respectfully held out the envelope with both hands: “Master Qian Lian also said he is cultivating on the ‘Qingfu Mountain’ next door.
If you have time, you can go over and talk.”
“…”
Qin Baihuang felt a bit annoyed.
Where was the arrogance his brother showed when he first entered the city?
Now that he’s starting territorial disputes, he’s acting all disciplined…
he sent an ordinary disciple with a letter inviting me to come next door?
Why doesn’t he dare to come himself?
“I’ll take the letter.”
Qin Baihuang took the envelope, didn’t even look at it, and directly threw it into his storage bag.
He coldly said, “There’s nothing worth reading in this letter.
Go back and tell your master that I will not go to ‘Qingfu Mountain.’ If he has anything to say, he can come to ‘Xuanzhui Mountain’ to find me!”
“…Yes.”
The young Taoist Su Hong forced a bitter smile, said nothing more, and left with the message.
He bowed, stepped back awkwardly, and on his way out saw numerous hostile gazes, making him squeeze his thighs in fear.
Once he left the mountain gate, he quickly rode a crane away…
The rivalry for the family head position between the two Qin brothers had long been a well-known subject of gossip.
It was widely known that the eldest young master got beaten up.
As the saying goes, take people’s money and eliminate their disasters.
The cultivators gathered at Xuanzhui Mountain had accepted benefits from the Refining Department.
Right now, they were there to support and bolster the scene.
It’s not like Longevity House only sent an ordinary disciple, even if Qin Qianlian came personally, he would not get any advantage.
Watching the departing white crane.
Qin Baihuang let out a long sigh.
“That Chen guy was right…”
He laughed softly, “What I have in abundance are treasures, but no time.
If I had more time, I could call more people.”
…
…
“Master, they have way more people over there…”
Compared to the sea of people at Xuanzhui Mountain, Qingfu Mountain seemed much more desolate and quiet.
The entire Zhanjiao Mountain was occupied only by Taoist disciples.
Qin Qianlian sat in a small bamboo house, with miasma being blocked by Taoist talismans.
The entire Zhanjiao Mountain seemed to transform into a Pocket World.
Bubbling streams flowed by the bamboo house as Qin Qianlian lay leisurely on a bamboo chair, casually reading a love story about someone.
On the other side, the young Taoist Su Hong recounted his experience at Xuanzhui Mountain vividly and exaggeratedly.
“Master, your brother’s treasure ships outnumber ours by far!
There are more Cave Heaven Cultivators than our true disciples from Longevity House!
And the number of Yin God Venerables is countless!”
Halfway through.
Bang.
Qin Qianlian couldn’t listen anymore.
He gently threw the book at the young Taoist’s head, laughing and cursing: “Nonsense, the start made some sense…
but who would believe the latter part?”
Qingfu Mountain had only one Treasure Ship, which was nothing to compare with.
Qin Qianlian had also heard about the grand spectacle at Xuanzhui Mountain, but what difference did a few more Treasure Ships make?
All the Treasure Ships in the Great Chu Imperial City were produced by the Refining Department.
As the Chief of the Refining Department, it was too easy for Qin Baihuang to mobilize a few ships.
It’s reasonable that there are more Cave Heaven Cultivators than Longevity House’s true disciples.
Longevity House has extremely strict criteria for accepting disciples and a rigid hierarchy, making it almost impossible for ordinary disciples to become “true disciples.”
The number of Yin God Venerables being countless…
That was just too far-fetched.
“There are only four Yin God Venerables at Xuanzhui Mountain, plus the ‘Master Hundred Eyes’ from the Heavenly Puppet Sect.
That’s a total of five.”
Qin Qianlian casually showed five fingers and said lightly, “Five Yin God Venerables, and that’s countless?”
“But…”
Su Hong felt a bit aggrieved and whispered, “On Qingfu Mountain, we only have you, Master Qianlian, as a Yin God Venerable.
I heard there’s also a Yin God Perfection Book Tower Cultivator at Xuanzhui Mountain.
How can we compare?”
“…”
Qin Qianlian fell silent.
He said slowly, “There are distinctions among Yin Gods as well.
Qingfu Mountain doesn’t need those ‘fancy’ displays.
Remember, never repeat what you just said outside.
We don’t want ‘that person’ to hear and be displeased.”
“Of course!”
Su Hong nodded repeatedly, subconsciously shifting his gaze to not far from the bamboo house, feeling somewhat guilty.
Zhanjiao Mountain had two Inspectors, divided into primary and secondary roles.
Qin Qianlian was already at the Late Stage of the Yin God.
But he was still not the “Main Supervisory Officer.”
Qingfu Mountain was unique among the seven Zhanjiao Mountains…
its Main Supervisory Officer was a Cave Heaven Realm Cultivator, and nobody opposed or contested his role.
Below the small bamboo house, a young boy clad in a Daoist robe was squatting by the stream, staring intently at the fish swimming in the water.
Daoists from Qingfu Mountain were moving back and forth, carrying luggage and setting up formations.
But no one dared to disturb the child.
“Alright.
Did he take the letter?”
Qin Qianlian raised an eyebrow.
“He did take it.”
Su Hong whispered, “But as you predicted…
he didn’t care about the letter’s contents.
I saw him take it and directly throw it into his storage bag.
In front of everyone, he said he wouldn’t read your letter and told you to go to Xuanzhui Mountain to see him.”
“That’s just like him…
The contents of the letter don’t matter…”
Qin Qianlian’s expression didn’t change, but he smiled mockingly, “Does he think I’m that stupid?
After all that effort to gather people at Xuanzhui Mountain, only a fool would go there to suffer.”
The young Taoist Su Hong’s face became complicated, realizing the Master also knew Xuanzhui Mountain was a dangerous place!
So he sent me there?
“In Longevity House, you’re the most sensible and astute.”
Qin Qianlian, noticing the young Taoist’s grievances, smiled and said, “You must remember that soft words are hard to hit.
This task could only be done by you.
Qin Baihuang isn’t bad by nature…
He wouldn’t make things difficult for you if you go to deliver the letter.”
Su Hong sighed.
Indeed, the Master wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t harmed.
But thinking back to the scene at Xuanzhui Mountain was unsettling.
“Master.”
The young Taoist blinked and asked curiously, “Is it necessary to go through such trouble just to attack the ‘Paperman Sect’?”
The Da Chu Dynasty’s recent demon-elimination efforts had never been this decisive and fierce.
Seven Zhanjiao Mountains!
Over ten Yin God Venerables!
Hundreds of Cave Heaven Cultivators!
“…”
Qin Qianlian fell silent.
He closed his book, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.
The Guiding Envoy for Qingfu Mountain was the “Corpse Daoist” from the Heavenly Puppet Sect, an old man in a decayed gray robe emitting a foul odor.
The Corpse Daoist was only at the Sixth Stage of Yin God but had a significant status within the Heavenly Puppet Sect as Mo Taoist’s foremost disciple.
At this moment, the gray-robed old man was respectfully squatting by the stream, accompanying the young boy in the Daoist robe, watching the water flow and the fish interact.
Draped in a cloak covered with snow-white talismans to conceal his aura, he didn’t dare to move at all, exuding extreme reverence.
The reason was simple.
The Corpse Daoist had lived long enough to witness the brilliance of this Daoist-robed child’s past life.
Sixty years ago.
The Heavenly Puppet Sect nearly succumbed to total destruction by ‘Jun Mountain.’
Some people, though currently in Cave Heaven Realm, only needed a thought to elevate instantly if they wished.
The reputation of the Reincarnated True People was far more illustrious than young people could imagine today.
“Perhaps, the Ren Shou Palace believes the Paperman Sect should not exist.”
Qin Qianlian murmured softly, gazing at the unusual peaceful scene not far away: “That’s why such a grand show has been arranged…”
The young Taoist Su Hong, together with the Master, watched the small stream.
The environment in the South Border was harsh.
This small stream was carried within the Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure of Longevity House.
The fish frolicked, competed…
big fish eating small fish, small fish eating shrimp.
Hearing this answer, Su Hong felt even more puzzled.
He cautiously asked, “But Yin Mountain, the Heavenly Puppet Sect, and the Hehuan Sect, should they exist?”
In terms of evil, deceit, and malevolence…
He felt these Three Great Sects far surpassed the Paperman Sect.