Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 128 Riding a Crane Down Wudang Mountain, Call Me the [Sword Immortal]

"Mr. Song, take care of yourself."

Zhou Meng led Lü Qian and Wang Ye out of the guest room and headed towards the back mountain.

On the mountain path, he glanced sideways at Lü Qian, who stood upright behind him, and said, "Although Young Master Song only suffered a head injury, his meridians have been severely damaged. He will need at least one or two months to recover."

"This kind of power, capable of striking a bull from a distance and injuring its lungs, is quite impressive, isn't it?"

"How can you wrong an innocent person, Grand Tutor? I only hit him once."

"You monkey."

Zhou Meng smiled and didn't accuse anyone. After all, such injuries were better than losing his life. The other party was, after all, a family member of a major investor, so he had to be careful.

"Speaking of which, how do you plan to handle this incident of breaking into the mountain gate at night?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Qian's affable expression vanished, replaced by indifference. "Since they have no relatives or friends here, of course we will handle this impartially."

"This disciple intends to go to [Penglai Nightblade] to demand an explanation!"

"Don't they claim to be a sword immortal school? This disciple will go and strip them of their 'sword immortal' title."

"And what's more, they practice the Higanbana Ninjutsu. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Zhou Meng didn't say anything upon seeing this. Bi He Ren, this force had more than just a deep-seated hatred with the Lü family.

Back then, when Bihe Ren entered the pass from the northeast, the three temples of Shangqing, Longhu, and Putuo took the lead and organized a large number of people from the world of supernatural beings to intercept him. Many of his predecessors and fellow disciples died, making it an extremely tragic event.

Soon, the three arrived at the cabin in the woods behind the mountain, where Zhou Meng sat cross-legged on the couch.

"Please sit down. The Grand Tutor has something to discuss with you this time."

Zhou Meng looked at them seriously. "News has come from Longhu Mountain that the Old Celestial Master will be holding the [Luo Tian Grand Ritual] to select his successor."

"The Luotian Grand Ritual is a major event in Taoism, and it is held by different sects in turn each year. I remember that it is not Longhu Mountain's turn this year."

Wang Ye sat on the futon, scratching his head in confusion. "Besides, the Celestial Master choosing a successor is a major event for the Zhengyi sect. What does it have to do with our Wudang sect?"

"They have a close relationship."

As he spoke, Zhou Meng opened the tablet next to him and showed the old master's chat content to the two people below.

"Old Master Lu Jin is going to offer the [Heavenly Scroll] as a prize? And this [Luo Tian Grand Ceremony] is open to the entire world of supernatural beings?"

The two people below were somewhat surprised, since the ancient "Luotian Grand Ritual" was generally mainly a ritual, followed by an exchange meeting between various Taoist sects.

These rules have changed again and again, which is quite surprising.

"Is this what true courage and determination are?"

Lu Qian put down his tablet, gaining a clearer understanding of the Old Celestial Master's influence.

That Heavenly Daoist could make the entire Daoist sect yield to him, and he could also attract the entire world of supernatural beings.

Recalling the plot development of the original work, Lü Qian asked, "Grand Tutor, has the old story of the Jia Shen Rebellion resurfaced?"

"right."

Zhou Meng nodded with an increasingly solemn expression. "A few days ago, news broke from the Quanxing sect in North China that the successor of the [Qi Body Source Flow] technique, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, has appeared."

"This will only cause more chaos in the world of supernatural beings. Oh well, what does this have to do with me, a lowly Taoist priest?"

Wang Ye frowned, but quickly relaxed, his outward appearance exuding a carefree and unrestrained air, but only he knew what was truly inside.

"Koyako, I hope that's really what you think."

Zhou Meng nodded, not bothering to dwell on Wang Ye's insincerity. He turned to Lü Qian, "Xiao Qian, what about you?"

"This disciple is willing to go!"

Lu Qian nodded. "The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony gathers the most talented young people in the entire world of supernatural beings. Now, my cultivation has reached a bottleneck. If I want to continue, I still need a partner."

"I believe this trip to Longhu Mountain will allow me to fulfill my wish."

Zhou Meng smiled and said, "Alright, it's good that you have a plan. It's getting late, you two go down and keep watch."

"yes!"

Lu Qian and Wang Ye bowed and withdrew. Inside the wooden house, only Zhou Meng sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. This time, he did not sigh or furrow his brows. His aura was smooth and natural.

A soft voice echoed inside the wooden house, "The Eight Extraordinary Skills... this turmoil has finally arrived, but Wudang is not afraid!"

After the words faded, the cabin returned to silence.

……

On the mountain path, Lü Qian and Wang Ye headed towards the main hall in front of the mountain.

"Senior Brother Lü, you said you'd be going to the [Luo Tian Grand Ceremony], will you participate?"

Wang Ye looked at Lü Qian ahead, his eyes shining brightly, and his words were cryptic.

As a sorcerer, he naturally sensed the numerous calamities lurking within the [Luo Tian Grand Ceremony], so he asked Lü Qian if he would lend a hand to resolve the crisis.

Wang Ye, who has learned the "Feng Hou Qi Men" technique, does not yet understand his own insignificance and the boundlessness of heaven and earth. Whether you call it the arrogance of a sorcerer or the compassion of a benevolent soul, he has never taken it up, so how can he put it down?

Ultimately, one must experience the mortal world firsthand to truly understand its myriad changes and achieve true mastery of the [Feng Hou Qi Men] cultivation method.

As Lü Qian listened to Wang Ye's meaningful question, he continued walking without stopping. "When calamity strikes, there is no way out; one must save oneself."

Hearing Lü Qian's answer, Wang was not surprised, but he still couldn't help but ask, "But if a calamity were to break out, the whole world would probably not be at peace."

"The entire world? Is the world in Junior Brother Wang Ye's heart really that insignificant?"

Lü Qian stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked indifferently at Wang Ye. "How vast is the heaven and earth, how bright is the sun and moon?"

"It seems that Junior Brother Wang Ye has not yet grasped the profound meaning of Qimen. It is not just the human world that is called the world. The world is the boundless space between heaven and earth, and even more so the three inches in our hearts."

"The vast天地 (heaven and earth) are contained within a mere three inches."

"Junior Brother Wang Ye should step down from Wudang Mountain, step out of the mountain in his heart, and truly enter the world."

Lü Qian turned around, flicked his sleeves, and continued walking towards the mountain without stopping, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ye watched Lü Qian's departing figure and lowered his outstretched hand again.

Ultimately, Wang Ye trapped himself on the mountain in his heart. Although he was in the human world, he was detached from worldly affairs and was still far from the "couple" that Lü Qian believed in.

Lu Qian, considering his future search for a partner, offered some advice, but that was the end of it.

The Tao follows its own course and cannot be forced.

……

The next day, at the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain

The golden-red morning sun shone on the clear and bright golden palace, and the dazzling golden light spread across the entire golden roof.

Zhou Meng and Daoist Yunlong stood side by side on the stone steps in front of the hall. They frowned as they looked at Lü Qian, who was gazing into the distance with his sword on his back in the center of the Golden Summit Square.

"Kid, you sent us here to see the 'Immortals' Procession,' but nothing's happened for ages. Are you playing a trick on us?"

"Master, don't worry, the immortal is coming soon."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a clear, high-pitched voice resounded throughout the Golden Summit.

"唳~"

Upon hearing the familiar cry of the crane, Zhou Meng and Daoist Yunlong had some guesses, and their faces showed expressions of shock.

"Come."

In the center of the square, Lü Qian, bathed in the morning glow, stretched out his hand towards the sky. Amidst the drifting clouds and mist, a white crane with pure white feathers landed on the golden roof, beside Lü Qian.

The white crane was eight feet tall with a wingspan of about twelve feet. Its elegant and slender figure seemed to have come from a fairyland against the backdrop of clouds and mist.

Wearing a Taoist robe, carrying a peach wood sword, and wearing a crown, Lü Qian leaped over and sat down behind the white crane.

A gentle breeze wafted by, causing his clothes and hair to flutter in the wind. In the morning sun and mist, he looked like a Taoist priest descended to earth.

Before the Golden Hall, Zhou Meng and Yunlong stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, but they couldn't utter a word.

"Grand Tutor, Master, your disciple Lü Qian is leaving now!"

Sitting cross-legged on the crane's back, Lü Qian smiled and flicked his sleeve at the two of them. As his clothes fluttered, the white crane flapped its wings.

A gentle yet powerful wind rose beneath the white crane's wings, carrying the crane and the Taoist priest atop it upwards.

"When the fruit of enlightenment ripens, white cranes will fly over Wudang Mountain."

"The true man, carrying a sword on his back, rides a crane and ascends, plucking the sword immortal's sword as he heads south."

"Hahaha......"