Chapter 82 Potential

Chapter 82 Potential

Chapter 82 Potential

Xu Xianren immediately turned slightly, staring at Li Wuxiang while glancing towards the source of the sound behind him.

Someone's here again.

The newcomers are now near the original Taiyi Temple. After the collapse of the main temple, the two east-west roads leading to the rock wall of the back mountain were buried by broken bricks and tiles. Previously, Feng Ji and his men had only cleared the west side. As a result, there are cliffs on the back and west sides of the back mountain, and a cliff on the east side, making it an independent small area. As long as people are ordered to guard the passage on the east side, there is no need to worry about people running away, nor about unrelated people sneaking in.

At this moment, the visitor was stopped outside by six martial artists who were guarding the passage.

There were four people in total, two men and two women.

A man who looked to be in his thirties, with five long beards, black and shiny. He had a Taoist bun on his head, a five-lotus purple gold crown, and a white jade hairpin inlaid with gold. He looked calm and kind. He wore a moon-white Taoist robe, held a whisk in his hand, and had a sword on his back.

The other younger one was also wearing a Taoist robe, but it was made of smooth green cotton and linen. He held a purple copper incense burner in his hand and had a sword on his back. He was obviously a servant or disciple.

Of the other two women, one was a little older, but judging from her face, she was no more than 30 years old and still very pretty. This woman also wore a Taoist robe, but in an unusual lake blue color. She also had a Taoist bun on her head, but it was tied with a blue silk and hung down behind her head, which was very elegant and refined.

The slightly younger girl next to her looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, but her appearance was far less beautiful than hers, though not ugly. This young woman was wearing the attire of an ordinary girl in this world—a short white shirt with sleeves on the top, a lake blue long skirt on the bottom, and holding a scabbard-covered rapier in her hand.

It was she who had just scolded. At this moment, she took another step forward, raised her head slightly, and held the long sword in front of her: "You are so brave, you dare to cause trouble here."

This was also a scolding, but the voice was clear and not high-pitched. It did not sound too angry, but rather a kind of indifference.

The four Jianghu guarding the gate were people whose names Xu Xianren didn't even need to know, but they were also well-known in Deyang. When they were scolded by a young woman, they couldn't help but sneer a few times, holding their weapons in their arms, and said nothing.

Feng Ji saw the commotion here, frowned, and immediately strode over with a dozen people. He first glanced at the four people and clasped his fists: "My friends, where are you from?"

The girl in the blue skirt glanced at him and asked loudly, "Are you the one in charge here? Are you the one who brought people to make this place like this?"

Feng Ji frowned and turned to look at Xu Xianren. But seeing that Xu Xianren only glanced at him and then turned away, staring at Li Wuxiang, he felt relieved and scolded back: "It's not your turn to ask what's going on here. No matter where you are from, this place has an owner! If you don't want to cause trouble, get out!"

The older woman behind her suddenly smiled and turned to look at the man in the Taoist robe: "Master Yu, you see, you and I don't usually go out in Deyang, so it's inevitable that people will think we are unfamiliar."

The man also smiled slightly and sighed: "Master Cheng is right. This is my first time to come to Ranshan. Seeing this place, I am really moved. We are all of the same blood, but we have fallen to this point."

Others hadn't reacted yet, but when they heard the words "of the same blood and connected branches", Feng Ji was immediately stunned, and the anger on his face disappeared immediately. He couldn't help but quickly turned his head to look at Xu Xianren again, then he took a breath and clasped his fists again: "Four... four are..."

The girl in the blue skirt only looked at him straight in the eye at this time: "The one behind me is Cheng Peixin, the head of Feiyun Temple in Deyang, sent by Tianxin. The other one is Yu Zhaotong, the head of Bixia Palace in Deyang, sent by Louguang. As for me, I am Cheng Shengfei, the first disciple of Feiyun Temple. Is it our turn to ask about what's going on here now?"

The four guardsmen all lowered their arms, and their weapons clanged. The group of people behind Feng Ji also looked at each other, speechless for a moment. As for Feng Ji himself, he felt a tight breath in his chest, and immediately turned to look at Xu Xianren——

He knew it was not his turn to speak now... and he didn't dare to speak!

The Tianxin Sect and the Louguang Sect were not the sects formed by independent cultivators or aristocratic families inside and outside Deyang City, but were the thirty-six orthodox sects... Not only could those sects not compare to them, even the Ranshan Sect could not compare to them!
Ordinary sects only grow in a city or a place, and their rise and fall only last for tens or hundreds of years. But the thirty-six sects have lasted for three thousand years, and their foundation is beyond the imagination of these Jianghu people.

Although Cheng Peixin and Yu Zhaotong in front of him were only the heads of two sects stationed in Deyang, their coming here was equivalent to the coming of those two sects... He knew about the calligraphy of the thirty-six sects!

Seeing that the group of people were all speechless, Cheng Shengfei said again: "Back off."

The four Jianghu guarding the gate quickly moved aside, and after a moment's hesitation, they squeezed into the crowd. Yu Zhaotong, the head of Bixia Palace, smiled at Cheng Peixin, the head of Feiyun Temple, and said, "Master Cheng, please come in."

Cheng Peixin nodded and said please to Yu Zhaotong, and the two of them walked in together.

Wherever the four men passed, the Jianghu people gave way and retreated far away. But only Xu Xianren remained standing, staring at Li Wuxiang for a while: "Why, these are the ones you called... Oh, I overestimated you. I thought you called for helpers, but you called the Thirty-Six Sects. Do you think that I have to retreat when these people come?"

Li Wuxiang smiled and said, "It's better than being burned to death by you."

Xu Xianren nodded: "Okay. You decide whether I can burn you or not."

He turned and looked at the four people approaching.

The young girl Cheng Shengfei was immediately startled by his appearance, and a flash of fear flashed across her face. The two masters also looked at each other and stopped three steps in front of him.

Cheng Peixin frowned slightly, looked at Xu Xianren for a few times, and said, "I heard a few days ago that someone near Deyang wanted to come to Ranshan to search for treasure. I think the disciples of Ranshan have dispersed, so let's go and search, but just pick up some odds and ends. It's hard for independent cultivators to live, and Donghuang also has the virtue of herding people and loving life."

"But I didn't expect you guys to be so bold - the three thousand year old palace in Ranshan is now destroyed." Cheng Peixin shook her head, "You are so brave that you dare to destroy the foundation of an orthodox Xuanmen sect? It really is true that appearance is determined by the heart!"

The four words "Appearance is determined by the heart" made Xu Xianren's only remaining eye tremble slightly. He laughed a few times, took a deep breath, and stared at Cheng Peixin: "What a kindred spirit! As far as I know, the Ranshan Sect was plundered when the last disciple was still there. Did you know about this before?"

"Ah, I guess you know about it, right? But at that time you thought Ranshan was dilapidated and there was nothing much to gain, so you didn't bother to care about it? Now you heard that there are secret treasures on Ranshan, so you came here?" He pointed at the group of Jianghu people, "What's the difference between you guys and these things?"

Yu Zhaotong's face darkened. "What a rampant thief. Since the thirty-six sects are of the same origin, if there are any secret treasures in the mountain, they naturally belong to the thirty-six sects. How can you, a bunch of scoundrels, get your hands on them?"

He looked at Li Wuxiang in the cave behind Xu Xianren and said, "Young man, do you have the treasure?"

Li Wuxiang smiled and nodded: "Yes. Take me away, and I will tell you about the treasure."

Yu Zhaotong turned around and looked at the group of martial artists: "Get off Ranshan now, the Louguang Sect and Tianxin Sect will not bother with you. If you say no, you will die here!"

Xu Xianren sneered, "Died here? Master, that sounds impressive. But you haven't yet formed your elixir, right? Otherwise, why wouldn't you stay at the mountain gate and be a messenger for the sect in the secular world? There are fifty-six people here, none of whom have yet formed their elixir. Their skills and treasures may not be as good as yours, but if I give the order and rush forward, who do you think will die?"

"You can ask them if they dare." Yu Zhaotong said coldly, "We are here, and the Louguang Sect and Tianxin Sect are here. Anyone who wants to be an enemy of the Thirty-Six Sects can stay."

Xu Xianren turned around and looked at Li Wuxiang: "Okay, it's good that you understand this."

He turned his hand over, revealing an ivory plate in his palm: "Then the two masters, take a look at what this is."

What he showed was the back of the ivory plate. On the yellowish plate, there were twelve characters engraved, enough for the four people to see clearly:

The true form of the Five Mountains teaches Xu Daosheng how to walk down the mountain!

"I am here, and the True Form Dao is here. If the two abbots want to be enemies with my Six Divisions Xuan Sect, you can stay."

(End of this chapter)