Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 467 – Peach

What the middle-aged letter delivery man heard was real. There were two peaches; the one that was taken by the white crane was the Daoist. While he was an unusual object, after going through many challenges, he finally achieved enlightenment under Xuanmen.

His Mana however was not as deep as his elder brother, as ultimately he took in blood and flesh of living beings. The cumulation of Mana allowed him to go through the trial of thunder. One could imagine the level of Mana the elder brother possessed.

Fortunately, the Daoist was from Xuanmen and hence he had other divine response. It was not impossible for him to beat the elder brother to save the living beings on the Seven Peaches Mountain. The woodcutters’ Qi on Seven Peaches Mountain had disturbed them when they were young. Given that now he had become a real demon, for the greatest satisfaction, he would definitely take revenge on the human of Seven Peaces Mountain. The living beings of the mountain too had to suffer without a reason.

Because of the unintentional words of the middle-aged letter delivery man, they had eliminated the last strand of possibility for the evil to be good.

The Daoist was not willing to allow this to happen. Furthermore, the elder brother had the idea to swallow him for replenishment.

There was a thick demon fog ahead. One could hear the endless scream of living beings. The fog spread to a larger area, and every inch of the ground was soiled by the blood of the living beings.

The Daoist made up his mind to step into the demon fog. He was protected by the divine light of Tai Qing. In the depth of the fog, there were two people. One of them was the owner of the tea shop, and the other was the storytelling elder.

The owner of the tea shop was the evil thought, but the storytelling teller was the good part his elder brother possessed. However, the elder was now withered, but the owner of the tea shop looked energetic.

His cold eyes stared at the Daoist from head to toe. The enormous pressure made the Daoist realize that after going through the trial of thunder, the demonic power was even stronger. Even though he was protected by the divine light of Tai Qing, he still could not stop the demonic power from invading.

The owner of the tea shop sneered, “My seventh younger brother. Long time no see.”

The Daoist calmed down, and said, “Elder brother, today I will grant the wish for all my other brothers.”

The tea shop owner began to laugh wildly, “Just by you? Luck is on my side. You have to know that if not because that human was dumb, he would not allow me to become a real demon. There is no such rule that says that I have to become a human after I obtain a human form. The divines and the demons all have a human form, but do they think they are the lowly human? Ridiculous.”

The Daoist spoke slowly, “Elder brother, you’re wrong. Humans are not lowly. You haven’t been to Da Xia. There are some people there who are more terrifying than divines or demons. You haven’t been to Yin Shang, there are other Qi cultivators who are much more powerful than me. The heaven and earth place a great deal of fortitude on humans. For the Gods who do not get approval from Emperor Xia for sacrificial rituals, they can only become demonic gods without ever being recognized. Only by getting close to humans, blending in with them and following the morals, we can then have access to the fundamentals of power. Please stop being stubborn.”

The tea shop owner spoke in disdain, “I believe in power, and the fundamental of power is that the truth lies with the person with the strongest fist. So what if you get a human form? Do you dare to tell the dumb fools you are just a peach?”

The Daoist sighed, and all of a sudden his hands went through thousands of transformation and countless formulas were released. The techniques formed into a flooding stream that broke through the demonic power of the fog and it went straight for the tea shop owner.

All the demons retracted, with some color of blood, they dispelled the techniques easily.

During that gap, the Daoist pinched his nose and opened his mouth. A fire dragon was let out, and it was Daoist’s True Samadhi Fire. Although the power was not even a hundredth of the real True Samadhi Fire, the fog was still unable to extinguish it. It began to burn.

There were ways to extinguish the True Samadhi Fire, like for someone like Shen Lian, he could use the divine thought to eliminate the fire meaning of the True Samadhi Fire, and disturbed the connection between the essence, Qi and spirit and extinguish the fire easily. However, the tea shop owner was definitely not one of them.

He could feel the inextinguishable fire on him. He made a decision to stop considering for what could be the consequences. As the demon fog gathered towards the fog, they exploded. All of a sudden within a perimeter of two miles, one could feel the shocking wave. The letter delivery man who did not go away was impacted by the wave. His body was torn apart and he was dead.

The Daoist did not have time to care whether the letter delivery man was dead or alive. His daoist robe was a mess. He was dusty, and his face was like a burnt charcoal. He took out a gourd and he removed the cork. With the opening facing the tea shop owner, he shouted, “Elder brother.”

The tea shop owner heard his thunderous voice, but he kept to his bier and said nothing, because he knew there was such a technique called a spell curse. Once he responded, it would hurt him.

Although he did not reply, someone else did. It said, “Seventh younger brother.”

The voice was hoarse and weak, like a candle in the wind, but it was extremely eye catching at that moment. The one who responded was the storytelling elder. He was the same person as the tea shop owner.

It was a pulling factor, like the irresistible principles every living being had to obey.

The tea shop owner and the elder turned into a jet of smoke and it was absorbed into the gourd.

The Daoist fell to the ground. If not because of the true Samadhi Fire that distracted his elder brother, and the aid of the elder, it would be difficult for him to get to this.

He shook the gourd, and there was the sound of water inside. The gourd exploded, and the instrument was rendered useless. A green peace fell to the ground, and it was releasing demonic Qi, polluting the surrounding.

The Daoist had to set up eleven layers of Dao restrictions to prohibit the peach from spreading the Qi of devilry.

He knew that with his power it would be difficult to keep it under control, and that one day he would escape. In addition, if he was carrying this peach, it would be hard for him to cultivate.

He thought about Mount Jieyang. Perhaps the connoisseur in the mountain would have a way.

Furthermore, from the middle-aged letter delivery man’s attitude and words, he could tell he was not a cruel person.

He found the blood and flesh of the letter delivery man which was torn apart, and then he buried them. He built a tomb for him, and the words ‘letter delivery man’ were carved on the piece of wood.

Later, when other villagers found this place and when they recalled his faithfulness, they always paid respect to the tomb. It then gained intelligence. Later a rather famous scholar wrote the story, which was make known to the government and reported to Da Xia. It was even granted a piece of land. These were the afterwords.

The Daoist carried the peach and walked towards Xi Liang City. He took only a day and a night to go across three thousand miles. When he was there, he walked from the foot of the mountain to the top. At one of the intersections, someone was stopping him from going forward.

It was not difficult for him to get passed the guard, but he was afraid to be impolite.

A beautiful woman ahead asked in a seductive voice, “Daoist, where do you come from?”

The daoist bowed and replied., “I am Liu Mengde, and I want to meet the Master of Xi Liang City. Can you please let him know?”

The female soldier replied, “You are out of luck, daoist. Early in the morning, the young master has left for Xi Liang City.

The daoist thought about how he should go about to find a person in the midst of the crowded city. He suddenly had an idea. He then smiled and said, “Thank you, lady.”

He then pointed ahead and said, “eh?”