Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!-Chapter 223 - 150 A VIP guest from Qingyun Mountain is Yan Jun

Chapter 223: 150 A VIP guest from Qingyun Mountain, is Yan Jun of the Underworld actually my fellow villager? (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Asking for monthly votes!)

Chapter 223: 150 A VIP guest from Qingyun Mountain, is Yan Jun of the Underworld actually my fellow villager? (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Asking for monthly votes!)

Leaving the village behind,

Qin Hao sat atop the green ox, taking advantage of the moonlight to tread upon purple smoke as he flew back towards Qingyun Mountain.

While he was using the Heaven and Earth Net Spell,

Qin Hao actually felt that guests had arrived at Qingyun Mountain.

And not just any ordinary guests at that.

Henceforth, Qin Hao was anxious to rush back.

By the time he was above Qingyun Mountain,

Qin Hao saw several Red Robed Taoists who had stayed behind in the mountain, standing outside the Heavenly Master Mansion as if facing a formidable enemy.

Standing at the door of the Heavenly Master Mansion at this moment were five figures.

The one at the forefront, a young man in his twenties, wore a Black Python Robe, topped with a Black Gold Crown, and had a red-black dragon-headed whip tied around his waist.

Standing there, his extraordinary aura was apparent, revealing at a glance he was no common man.

Behind him, to his left and right, stood two men in black and white, both tall and lean, each holding a mourning stick.

While appearing frail, each one emitted a presence that was at least at the level of Foundation Establishment.

The last two were broad in stature,

Standing two or three meters tall, one with a bull’s head, the other with the face of a horse.

Both monstrous figures were wrapped in dark black chains that exuded chilling cold.

With each step, the chains dragged across the ground, sparking and emitting fire.

Moreover, the sound of the chains colliding with the ground would be unbearable for ordinary people’s spirits, clearly possessing a repressive effect on the soul.

These Red Robed Taoists looked on with grave expressions, gazing at the five people who had suddenly descended upon Qingyun Mountain.

These five were shrouded in the black miasma of the Underworld.

Clearly extremely dangerous.

Especially the one in the python robe.

From him, the Red Robed Taoists felt a hint of the pressure that only those who were Heavenly Masters would possess.

Taoist Jing Chen furrowed his brows tightly, looking at these five people, and asked, “Supreme Heavenly Venerate, who might you be? What brings you to trespass upon Qingyun Mountain’s Heavenly Master Mansion in the dead of night?”

These five people had come unexpectedly.

Taoist Jing Chen did not know what their business was.

And so, he promptly had his people block them here.

In response to Taoist Jing Chen’s question,

the man in the Black Python Robe did not answer.

Instead, he looked up at the sky.

At that time, Qin Hao was descending from the heavens on the back of the green ox.

Simultaneously, his voice also descended from above, “Supreme Heavenly Venerate, Jing Chen, ask the disciples to stand down. This person is an honored guest of our Heavenly Master Mansion, not an enemy.”

Once Taoist Jing Chen saw that the Heavenly Master had returned,

he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the Heavenly Master had instructed them to withdraw,

Taoist Jing Chen immediately led his people away.

Although he did not know who this band of bizarre individuals were,

Taoist Jing Chen also understood

That these were not opponents they could defeat.

Such important figures should be left to the Heavenly Master to deal with.

After Taoist Jing Chen and the others departed,

Qin Hao slowly descended from the green ox.

Locking eyes with the young man in the Black Python Robe,

Qin Hao said, “Supreme Heavenly Venerate, I was not aware of King Yan’s arrival, forgive my lack of welcome; it’s an oversight indeed!”

Qin Hao had already ascertained the identity of this man before him.

The black deathly aura from the Underworld on his body was both wicked and righteous.

While unmistakably a ghost from the Underworld, his fate radiated a ridiculously red aura.

With over 7000 Heavenly Dao fate points,

He wasn’t far off from Qin Hao himself.

Could this possibly be an ordinary mortal?

And with both Oxhead and Horseface accompanying him, as well as the two managers of the Underworld Envoys, Black and White Impermanence,

Such an entourage could belong to none other than King Yan from below, who else?

The young man in the Black Python Robe looked at Qin Hao and said, “There is no need for such formalities, Brother Qin. Speaking of which, you and I are old acquaintances from our hometown.”

Qin Hao was taken aback and asked, “Old acquaintances? What do you mean?”

The Black Python Robe-clad King Yan gave a slight smile and transmitted a message to Qin Hao, “Brother Xun once said: ‘There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree…'”

Qin Hao’s pupils shook, and he stared in disbelief at the King Yan before him.

Shortly after, he replied, “The other is also a jujube tree?”

This phrase belonged to a famous skit by Brother Xun from Earth.

There was definitely no such person on Blue Star.

Claiming to be from his hometown and knowing Brother Xun’s famous act,

Could it be…

Qin Hao had a bold thought.

Was this King Yan also like himself, someone who had transmigrated from Earth?

Qin Hao asked, “Could it be that you too are…?”

King Yan nodded in acknowledgment, then went on to say, “Let me introduce myself; I am Yang Ye. This is not the place to talk, shall we go inside and discuss further?”

Yang Ye glanced around.

Without even a cup of tea to offer, and there they were, a Purple Robed Heavenly Master and himself, with the dignity of King Yan,

Just squatting at the doorway chatting?

It hardly seemed appropriate.

Qin Hao nodded, “Indeed, Brother Yang, let’s go inside and talk.”

There’s a saying, ‘fellow townsmen meeting afar, their eyes brim with tears.’

After Qin Hao brought Yang Ye into the Heavenly Master Mansion,

He ordered two of the mansion’s Daoists to serve tea.

As Yang Ye entered the Heavenly Master Mansion, he paused before the ceremonial hall,

Instructing the four figures of Oxhead and Horseface and Black and White Impermanence,

“You four bring ill luck, wait here.”

Oxhead and Horseface, along with Black and White Impermanence replied, “Yes, King Yan!”

Yang Ye then followed Qin Hao into the council hall.

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Once they were seated, the two Daoists brought forth the tea.

Qin Hao said, “Brother Yang, this is a premier tea leaf specially produced by the Heavenly Master Mansion, cultivated by me using a spiritual field, please have a taste.”

Yang Ye nodded, lifted the teacup, and took a sip.

That single sip almost brought tears to his eyes.

After savoring the tea, Yang Ye exclaimed, “Brother Qin, you are luckier than I am! Since arriving in this world, you’ve become a Heavenly Master, with food, drink, and status.

Not like me, relegated to the Underworld as King Yan. Do you know how I managed to endure these past five years?”

Now that they were both old friends from their hometown,

Yang Ye didn’t hold back and spoke openly.

Initially, when he transmigrated from Earth, he was directly thrown into the Underworld.

Back when Yang Ye first arrived,

The Underworld of this world was in a state of Chaos, utterly desolate, with nothing at all.