Chapter 1243:
The Younger Generation of Big Dipper
Before Tyrant Ji left, she had her clan's prophet calculate that Drunk Guchen had fled in the direction of the Daoist Gate. That was why Tyrant Ji had chased after him like a crazed demon. Everyone wanted to avoid her, but she didn't kill the innocent. This was a grudge between the Supreme Wang Qing Sect and the Tyrant Blood Royalty. No one was willing to become enemies with an ancient royal clan that had at least two peerless dao treasures for the sake of the Supreme Wang Qing Sect.
Even the prophet of the 'Tyrant Blood Royals' couldn't pinpoint Drunk Guchen's exact location. Although Drunk Guchen had inherited the legacy of the 'Supreme Wang Qing Sect', a sect that was sparsely populated and almost extinct, it was incomparably powerful. Every single one of them could scare a person to death, and it had been passed down since ancient times. From this, one could see how extraordinary it was. Otherwise, a sect with only three to five people could be destroyed with a flick of a finger.
Naturally, Drunk Guchen also had a treasure passed down from the Supreme Wang Qing Sect that allowed him to evade the divination of the heavens. Ba Ji had thought that Drunk Guchen would have some sort of relationship with the Holy Son of the younger generation of Daoism, but she had never thought that it would turn out like this. Her will was extremely strong, and whether or not the crowd was lying could not escape her perception.
Now that she couldn't find Drunk Guchen, she could only continue to chase after him. Judging by her momentum, she wouldn't stop until she caught Drunk Guchen.
Drunk Guchen was as cunning as a ghost, full of tricks. Xuanyuan wasn't worried that he would be caught, but it wasn't a good thing to harm a woman like that. However, the relationship between a man and a woman wasn't something that could be explained clearly. It was something that couldn't be cut off or sorted out. It was a matter between the two of them, and outsiders couldn't interfere.
"Haha, may I know the names of these two brothers, and which major power you are from?" One of the Saint Sons stood up. He had eight immortal rings behind his head, each of which was incomparably pure, and boundless power of faith surged around him. He was the Rising Sun Saint Son from the Rising Sun Holy Land. He wore a green robe, and his face was kind and amiable. He gave off the feeling that he was approachable, just like a teacher.
Every holy land had sent a young representative to pay a visit to the old Holy Master of the Wavering Light Holy Land.
"I'm a rogue cultivator with no sect or sect, from the coast of the North Sea. My name is Xu Xian." Xuanyuan randomly made up a name, then looked at Peng Fei. Afraid that the fatty would expose his identity, he introduced him unhurriedly, "This is a Daoist brother I met halfway. His name is Fahai. We traveled the world together, and just arrived in the Western Province."
Peng Fei knew that Xuanyuan wanted to hide his identity, but no matter how he thought about their names, he just couldn't get the same feeling.
A saintess stood up. Behind her, there were also eight divine rings. The divine power of faith was as vast as the sea, making her look like a goddess descending to earth. She had a delicate face, an oval face, and sharp points, like a porcelain doll. Her eyebrows were like a painting, and her eyes were like stars. Her red lips were slightly parted, and there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of her mouth. She looked at Xuanyuan and Pengfei and said, "You seem to know this Hegemon Ji."
Before Xuanyuan could reply, Peng Fei shook his fat body and boasted, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, drooling. Seeing this, the Holy Maiden from the Jade Holy Land frowned. Xuanyuan gave people a comfortable feeling, but Peng Fei made people feel uncomfortable. For a moment, she didn't say anything. "Haha, I can't accept the favor of an empress level figure like Tyrannical Concubine. It seems that Brother Xu Xian will have to suffer in the future. I can also see that Tyrannical Concubine treats Brother Xu Xian differently. I hope that Brother Xu Xian can cultivate well, and if you can suppress it, you will naturally have boundless luck with women in the future. If you can't suppress it, I'm afraid that you will have to suffer."
Looks like Brother Xu Xian will have to suffer in the future. I can also see that Ba Ji treats Brother Xu Xian differently. I hope Brother Xu Xian can cultivate well and suppress it. In the future, you will naturally have boundless luck with women. If you can't suppress it, I'm afraid you will have to suffer. "On another mountain peak, a Saint Son sat cross-legged. He had delicate features, red lips, white teeth, and a graceful demeanor. He was dressed in Daoist robes, looking like a noble young master. He held an eight trigrams folding fan in his hand, and his smile was bright and free. He was the Celestial Saint Son of the Celestial Authority Holy Land.
"Since we met here, it must be fate. Brother Xu Xian, Brother Fa Hai, let's find a place to sit. The two of you have wandered the world, experienced and knowledgeable. We have many questions that we would like to ask you," said a man with long hair that draped over his shoulders. He had an ethereal aura and a pair of snow-white eyebrows that extended to his temples. He was the Celestial Pearl Saint Son of the Celestial Pearl Holy Land.
"Junior Brother Celestial Pearl is right. We've only cultivated in the Dao Sect all our lives and have never left the Western Province. We don't know much about the world outside the Western Province. We're like frogs at the bottom of a well. Now that two Daoist brothers have come to broaden our horizons and increase our knowledge, we're all ears," said a woman, sitting cross-legged in mid-air. The starlight from the Nine Heavens flowed down and around her body like a dragon. Her countenance was serene and kind, like a benevolent and compassionate goddess, making people involuntarily revere her. The immortal halo behind her head emitted an incomparably holy and flawless aura. She was the Celestial Jade Saintess of the Celestial Jade Holy Land.
In front of any one of them, Wu Yang was thousands of times inferior. This was the true power of faith, which could be of great power in a war.
The true faith of the Great Way did not use any despicable means. Xuanyuan could feel that in their immortal halo, every commoner and cultivator respected them from the bottom of their hearts. The difference in strength would also result in different power of faith. The stronger the person, the stronger the power of faith. Although the quantity was important, the quality was equally important.
"That's right. For so many years, we've been fighting with the Buddhist Sect, so we've hardly had the chance to go out to gain experience. Similarly, our ancestors have also ordered us not to leave the Western Province, warning us that as their descendants, we don't dare to go against our ancestors' will, so we don't know the ups and downs of the outside world. Now that two Daoist brothers have come, you can help us dispel our doubts." Another man spoke. His voice was deep and steady, his face was square, and he exuded a dignified aura. His body was burly, and his qi and blood were surging. His physique was stronger than that of many Holy Sons and Saintesses.
He was the Heaven's Pivot Saint of the Heaven's Pivot Holy Land. After all, he was a Holy Son and Saintess of the Dao Sect. At least on the surface, he was gentle and modest. Compared to the Holy Sons and Saintesses of the Central Province, the Northern Province, the Southern Province, and the Eastern Province, they were many times more profound.
"You flatter me. Taoism has been passed down since ancient times. We came here to learn a thing or two from you and increase our own knowledge." Xuanyuan didn't dare to exaggerate, so he responded humbly. His voice was gentle and ancient, making people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. As soon as he spoke, he gave people a sense of righteousness, making them feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze.
"Hahaha, you're too kind. I've traveled around the world, and if you want to talk about strange people and strange things, I can tell you anything you want to hear." Peng Fei beamed and spat out saliva. His laughter was like thunder, and his big yellow teeth were dazzling. He did not fit in with the group of Holy Sons and Saintesses. Xuanyuan sat beside him and felt that it was really too embarrassing. This damn fatty was really too humble.
Xuanyuan tugged at the corner of Peng Fei's clothes, indicating for him to be a little more humble. Peng Fei glared and said loudly, "Humble my ass. This is called a true temperament, unlike you. Why are you pretending to be humble? Go away."
Xuanyuan's hands involuntarily twitched, and the corner of his eyes twitched. He was speechless at this damn fatty. He was really asking for a beating.
Just as Peng Fei was about to brag, a woman walked over and attracted everyone's attention.
Her movements were light and elegant, filled with the aura of a fairy. She had a pair of eyes that rippled like autumn water, and as she looked around, she was very charming.
Her eight immortal rings were round and smooth, shining with brilliant starlight, contrasting with the Alkaid Star in the Ninth Heaven. Under the winding moonlight, her white robes fluttered in the wind, as white as snow, giving people an indescribable feeling of holiness. Her eyes were lively, and her spirit was soaring.
"I didn't expect the senior brothers and sisters of the Big Dipper Six Daos Sect to arrive early. I'm sorry for being late." This person was none other than the Holy Daughter of the Holy Land of Yaoguang. Behind her, there were two men wearing the clothes of the Holy Land of Yaoguang. Their strength was at the Sage Realm, and they were the followers of the Holy Daughter of Yaoguang.
"Hehe, why do I see that Sister Yaoguang is frowning, as if you have something on your mind?" The Holy Son of Mizar asked with a warm smile.
"Alas, this time, I don't know what to give the old Holy Lord. I have thought for a long time, but nothing is to my liking." The Holy Daughter of Yaoguang sighed, and then looked at Xuanyuan and Peng Fei, and said doubtfully:
"These two are …"
"Oh, these two brothers came from outside the Western Prefecture, and they are both independent cultivators, Xu Xian and Fahai. They traveled around the world, and came to the Western Prefecture together. We wanted to ask them to tell us about the outside world." The Holy Son of Mizar introduced Xuanyuan and the others to the Holy Daughter of Yaoguang.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Alright, if you're feeling depressed, it's good to listen to a story." The Holy Daughter of Mizar looked at Xuanyuan and Peng Fei, and then landed on a mountain peak with her two followers. She said, "Brothers, tell us something interesting."
Peng Fei volunteered, and stood up. Shaking the fat on his body, he said loudly, "Alright, I'll tell you a story. The battle between the Blue Dragon Holy Land and the Twelve Primordial Races."
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