The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 532 - 28: The Visitor

Chapter 532: Chapter 28: The Visitor

"Truly a die-hard fan," Qing Yu sighed inwardly as he looked at Xuan Shang, whose eyes were bloodshot.

Such die-hard fans were dearly loved by countless aspirants of great ambitions, and Qing Yu once had them too, unfortunately ruined by Lu Qifeng.

As for Feng Jiu, created through coercion and power, she was a die-hard fan produced solely by Qing Yu’s various means, different from the others.

"Speak now, who is it?" Xuan Shang growled lowly.

This Uncle Master Xuan Shang was indeed genuine; his previous cold hardness had now dissolved completely, transforming into intense rage. His furious aura filled the entire Taoist Temple; the pressure, resonating with the surroundings, became unprecedentedly immense, causing the little Taoist on the other side to faint.

Should he tell Xuan Shang?

Qing Yu was pondering over this question.

"It seems I must tell him," Qing Yu thought, observing Xuan Shang’s increasingly impatient gaze.

If he did not speak, Xuan Shang would dare to challenge Qing Yu to a fight to the death, forcing him to confess.

"The person is..."

Just then, Qing Yu suddenly looked towards the sky outside, followed by Xuan Shang.

In the sky, a pure white large bird was approaching. It was not the White Phoenix, but a White Crane.

A huge White Crane.

With Qing Yu’s eyesight, he could still see two figures on the back of the White Crane.

"Is it another Peak Master from the Zhenwu Seven Peaks?" Qing Yu murmured softly.

This crane, similar to an Immortal Crane, is a mount only available to the Xuan-gen disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, and only a few among them. Xuan Shang, for example, did not have one.

Aside from the defector Xuan Guang, the only actual owners of such Immortal Cranes were the Peak Masters of the Zhenwu Seven Peaks. In a sense, it had become somewhat of a standard issue for them.

"It’s a female master after all."

Qing Yu’s eyesight easily made out the appearance of the two female figures—one tall, one short—on the White Crane.

Both women, dressed in jade-colored Daoist robes and similarly adorned, seemed to be of the same lineage, even in their dress.

The smaller one, Qing Ling, was a disciple of the Su Nu Peak of Zhenwu Sect, whom Qing Yu had once briefly encountered.

This little Daoist nun was quite fortunate. Back in Xixian City, when Qingzhou and Chen Qinglin were captured and Qingxu was severely injured and nearly died, only this little Daoist nun remained unscathed and returned to the Zhenwu Sect.

Following that, the other three had died one after the other, and only this Qingling stayed well and safe in the Zhenwu Sect.

As for the other, larger figure, with a graceful and voluptuous demeanor, appearing to be in her twenties in her prime, yet possessing a mature charm, with an impressive figure (use your imagination; I fear censorship, so I will write no more), she must be Qing Ling’s master, the Peak Master of Su Nu Peak, Xuanzhen.

"People from Zhenwu Sect have come," observed Xuan Shang, seeing the White Crane landing, understanding who the arrivals were.

"It’s Xuanzhen," said Qing Yu.

"What is she doing here?" Xuan Shang was utterly perplexed.

He had been banished to Shu Province nearly ten years ago. Over the past nearly ten years, neither the old followers of Xuanfa nor the subordinates of Xuan Chen had ever come to see him.

The former avoided him to keep distance, while the latter simply didn’t want to see him. Thus, Uncle Master Xuan Shang preferred the peace.

However, Xuanzhen’s visit today left him somewhat puzzled.

During the struggle for the Sect Leader position between Xuanfa and Xuan Chen, the gentle-natured Xuanzhen was considered a centrist. Compared to the old factions of Xuanfa and the followers of Xuan Chen, this centrist had even less reason to visit him.

Because the most important point for centrists is to remain neutral; fence-sitters usually don’t end well.

As the two were talking, the White Crane had already landed outside the Taoist Temple.

"Brother Xuan Shang, it’s been many years, how have you been?"

A gentle figure fluttered lightly into the Taoist Temple, and their words reached the ears of the two men.

Xuan Shang straightened his clothes, and the bloodshot in his eyes due to fury also quickly subsided. The control over one’s body that martial artists in the True Pill Realm have is just that strong.

Within a few breaths, Xuan Shang had already reverted to the stern demeanor he had when he first met Qing Yu. Waving his hand to open the door with True Qi, Xuan Shang said loudly as he and Qing Yu walked, "How could I not welcome a visit from my senior sister?"

Outside, Xuanzhen heard this and quietly chuckled to Qingling beside her, "This junior brother Xuan Shang has been in Shu Province for ten years and has learned to respect his senior sister."

Thinking back to the old days in Zhenwu Sect, Xuan Shang, the youngest junior brother, used to blindly follow Xuanfa, offering cold words and hostility to those fellow disciples who did not support Xuanfa fully.

Xuanzhen, skilled in medical arts and gentle by nature, wasn’t pressured by anyone to pick sides, so she straightforwardly chose to be a centrist. Xuan Shang was quite unhappy about this at the time.

Now seeing Xuan Shang being so polite, Xuanzhen couldn’t help but make a little joke.

However, as the only audience to this little joke, she remained silent and expressionless, showing neither happiness nor anger, as if she hadn’t heard anything.

Seeing this, Xuanzhen sighed inwardly.

Her disciple had left the mountain twice, each time witnessing such tragic scenes. The first time, "Qing Yu" died in front of her, his blood erupting from the wounds and staining half of her body.

The second time, Qingxu was gravely injured, and Qingzhou, who was always in charge, was captured and then vanished. Even the most disliked Chen Qinglin was later confirmed to be a traitor, dead in the icy wilderness.

These two tragic experiences had completely transformed her once lively and active disciple into someone silent and gloomy, who had been unhappy for over a year and a half without recovery.

By then, Xuan Shang and Qing Yu had reached the gates. The two of them walked out of the Taoist Temple, one after the other, looking much more mature than before, making Xuanzhen feel as though time flew like a song, with ten years passing in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, they were all martial artists and had reached the True Pill Realm. Though ten years was not short, it wasn’t that long for them.

As for the other person...

When Xuanzhen saw Qing Yu, she silently praised him, acknowledging the Daoist aura and ethereal presence of the man. Qing Yu’s attractiveness, as always, brought him positive impressions from others.

"Who is this Daoist brother?" asked Xuanzhen.

Qing Yu bowed slightly and said, "This humble Taoist is Qing Yu. I greet Taoist Xuanzhen."

He didn’t use any informal titles such as Daoist Nun, which, though okay to mention in private, are considered extremely impolite when said to someone’s face.

In the Taoist realm, there are only Taoists, with no titles like Daoist Nun. For male and female, they are only distinguished by Dao of Qian and Kun; when referring to Earth Dao female cultivators, they are addressed by respectful titles such as Daoist, Daoist brother, or Daoist friend when addressed directly.

Of course, if you do not wish to be considered a philanderer, you can also call them fairy.

"Qing Yu..." Xuanzhen murmured softly.

Like Xuan Shang, she too thought of that tragically deceased fellow disciple. Although a centrist, Xuanzhen held great affection and sympathy for that fellow disciple. With his tragic death, as his elder, Xuanzhen couldn’t help but feel grief.

Because of this, the lineage of Xuanfa was completely cut off.

Thinking thus, Xuanzhen looked at the face of Daoist Qing Yu and felt it oddly familiar.

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