Chapter 666
Zhu Ping sensed many greedy gazes on him.
He had just revealed two things. One was his imitation ability, and the other was the clue to the divine technique.
He wasn't sure if there were any experts nearby. He first revealed his ability to stop Poison Gentleman to ensure that he wouldn't die for the time being. Then, he shouted that he had the clue.
As long as there were experts around, they would save him.
He didn't expect the effect to be so good.
"Come up and have a seat," the green-robed man said loudly.
"Then, I'll have to trouble you, Prince Xian." The priest waved his dust and bowed.
This green-robed man was actually Prince Xian of the dynasty.
Among the great experts of the dynasty, Prince Xian was known as a rising star. In the royal family, he cultivated the Divine Qi Manipulation Scripture and reached the highest level. There was even news that the current emperor had no descendants, so he had already reserved the quota to cultivate the next generation Mythical Martial Art, "Sacrifice".
This Mythical Martial Art came from Yu Gao Sacrifice Supreme Heavenly Lord and was considered the first batch of Mythical Martial Arts.
Back then, the Lin family had the capital to overthrow the previous dynasty and become the current dynasty because of this Mythical Martial Art.
A few people sat around the square table. Prince Xian personally carried a kettle that had just been boiled and poured the boiling water into their teacups.
The tea leaves spread out, and a fragrance filled the air.
It even made the few people present feel comfortable all over.
"How should I address you, priest?" Prince Xian asked Zhu Ping. His tone was calm, without much arrogance, and he didn't seem to care much about Zhu Ping.
"I'm just a priest. My name is You Zhen." Zhu Ping seemed a little nervous.
His identity was that of a young Daoist who had just left the monastery. Even though his temperament had changed because of the big event, he still felt uncomfortable when facing big figures. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called a change in temperament, but a change in personality.
"You said you have the clue to the Primordial Nine Lives?"
"That's right." Zhu Ping gulped and said seriously. Then, as if he had mustered up a lot of courage, he said, "I can tell you or you guys, but I want you to promise me one thing."
"I want to become stronger and avenge my master!" Zhu Ping said while clenching his teeth.
It was better to maintain his persona. Only by maintaining his identity would he be able to leave the Tianyuan Mystic Realm and the seventeenth colonial planet.
The Taoist priest and Prince Xian looked at each other. It was unknown how many deals had been made in that one look. Only then did the Taoist priest say, "I am Qingchi. I can promise you that Pine Wind Monastery is part of the Three Mountains Sect. I can take you into the Three Mountains Sect and teach you martial arts personally."
Zhu Ping took a deep look at Taoist priest Qingchi before saying, "I saw the slough of the Taoist priest who cultivated the Primordial Nine Lives in the Forest Temple."
"Before that, I saw a poor Daoist priest who looked similar to him."
"Maybe there's a problem with the reincarnation. If not for my good memory, I wouldn't have imagined that these two people are the same person."
"Are you sure?" Prince Xian frowned and then relaxed, as if he was relieved. "That's good too."
There were also many contradictions within the dynasty. The current emperor wanted to find the Primordial Nine Lives, but more people did not want him to find it.
How could there be an immortal emperor in this world? No immortal emperor was allowed either.
The dynasty seemed huge and did not lose to any of the sects. However, thousands of years of experience told everyone that the three sects were made of iron, while the dynasty was made of water.
The internal affairs of the dynasty were too complicated. It seemed like the royal family had the final say, but in the face of reality, the royal family could only say things that they did not mean.
Although Prince Xian was determined to be the next legendary martial art cultivator, there were many people who were not convinced.
The search for the Primordial Nine Lives was, in fact, a trap. Regardless of whether he brought it back or not, Prince Xian would offend some people.
Now that the cultivator of the Primordial Nine Lives was not dead, it might be a good thing.
After drinking the tea, Taoist priest Qingchi left with Zhu Ping. He made it clear that he would only teach Zhu Ping the martial arts of the sect after he brought him back to the mountain and was crowned.
On the second day, Taoist priest Qingchi asked Zhu Ping to follow along with a few other Taoists. They arrived at a small courtyard. Prince Xian, whom they had seen the day before, also appeared with his people.
However, Prince Xian's expression was a little off. His originally dark hair had a lot of white hairs.
When they pushed the door open, they saw the poor Taoist priest hanging on an old withered tree in the courtyard.
The opening of the door caused the air to flow, and the corpse hanging on the tree swayed twice.
The corpse was shriveled and the corners of its mouth were slightly open. It was hard to tell if it was a smile or some other expression.
There were also some dry marks on the ground, and it was hard to tell what was left behind.
Subsequently, the corpse began to break apart. The broken pieces of the corpse flew like feathers and landed in the courtyard.
It was then that Zhu Ping realized there were more than ten corpses at the side of the courtyard. They were all in different states of death.
From their clothes, he could tell that these people were similar to the people around Prince Xian.
Later, Zhu Ping found out from Taoist priest Qingchi that Prince Xian had sent people to find the poor Taoist priest's location that night. However, none of the people he sent returned.
After that, he would send two people to investigate every two hours. It was only when the sun was high up in the sky that someone came back to report.
Soon, people came to clean up the corpse and search for the Primordial Nine Lives. However, they did not find anything.
Under such circumstances, everyone could only conclude that the Taoist priest had reincarnated once again.
Prince Xian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw everyone clean up the corpse fragments. He bade farewell to Taoist priest Qingchi and left in a hurry.
"Everyone in the world pursues the art of myths. It's not limited to the horror of myths." Taoist priest Qingchi seemed to express his sentiments. He sighed and turned to leave.
Zhu Ping looked at the empty courtyard in a daze. Suddenly, he felt something approaching him. Goosebumps appeared on his skin as a baffling chill surged up his heart.
Zhu Ping even saw some mysterious runes spreading out on the back of his hand.
The Soul Burning Flame in the depths of Zhu Ping's soul ignited. The chill slowly disappeared and the mysterious runes on the back of his hand vanished.
Without stopping, Zhu Ping hurriedly chose to leave with Taoist priest Qingchi.
There were so many people there, but nothing strange happened. There had to be a reason for the anomaly that happened to him.
Was it because I fed the poor Taoist priest back then, or was it because I leaked his information to others? Zhu Ping couldn't figure it out, but judging from the previous posture, it was the Primordial Nine Lives that wanted to appear in his body. Perhaps that poor Taoist had good intentions?
Confused, Zhu Ping followed Priest Clearpool back to Mt. Yuanmang of the Three Mountains Sect.
After going through a series of complicated rituals and under the witness of the nineteen Celestial Venerables, he officially joined the Three Mountains Faction of Taoism.
Among them, there were 18 Celestial Lords with various appearances and honorific names. According to the records, they had already left Sky Beyond Heaven, but the Grand Celestial Lord did not leave behind an image.
This meant that the Grand Empyrean was like dao. He was invisible and formless, but also had countless forms.
His name was Grand Heavenly Venerate Yongning Pude.
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