Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Qing Xuanzong.

Ye Qian'an, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the familiar sect in front of him, a smile appeared on his face. So many years had passed unknowingly, and he was finally back.

Sixty years passed in the blink of an eye. For ordinary people, it would be a lifetime, but for cultivators, it is almost the most normal thing.

Ye Qian'an did not go to the sect's main hall, but walked straight towards Qingjing Peak. With every step he took, ripples appeared in the void beneath him.

Qingjing Peak was still quiet and peaceful at this time, but the master was not here at the moment. He must have gone to deal with other matters of the sect.

Ye Qian'an was not in a hurry to look for it, but took out the magic weapon for the fusion period that he had obtained at Luohe Gate from the storage ring, and prepared to see if he could break the runes on the magic weapon.

As his spiritual consciousness spread, the scenery in front of Ye Qian'an suddenly changed. The original Qingjing Peak had turned into an endless blood-red river. Blood-red raindrops fell on the ground, splashing beautiful petals.

Not far away, a mountain peak made of corpses came into view, and the endless stench hit the face, making people want to vomit.

The man standing on the top of the mountain was standing there alone, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, adding a lot of weird atmosphere to the place.

Ye Qian'an had a strange look on his face. Before he could speak, the man in front of him turned his head and gave him a meaningful smile. At the same time, he turned into countless red fragments and disappeared on the spot.

I saw the scenery in front of me suddenly tremble, and all the scenery merged together to form a painting, and the picture happened to be what I just saw.

Ye Qian'an opened his eyes immediately, his clothes were soaked with sweat. He had not expected that such a horrifying portrait was sealed inside. It was as if he was there himself, which was chilling.

The portrait floated quietly in front of him. Ye Qian'an waved his hand and collected the painting in front of him, but he still felt a little scared.

It was so real just now, as if that person appeared right in front of me.

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip to calm his emotions, while turning on the system.

Name: Ye Qi'an
Age: 80
Status: Chief elder of Qingxuan Sect, disciple of Shenxuan Sect

Cultivation: Early stage of Sanxian

Skills: Sword Controlling Technique, Soul Breaking and Soul Slashing Technique, Cloud and Mist Sword Technique, Cloud Dragon Sword Shadow Technique

Formation: Nine Swords Immortal Formation

Holy Body: Innate Sword Body

Drunken Swordsman Attainment: 50/100
Drunken Swordsman Level Up: 5/10
Today, the Drunken Swordsman's level has reached five, and he possesses an innate sword body, which is enough for him to travel freely in the entire realm of scattered immortals.

Ye Qian'an shook the wine gourd in his hand, and came to the outside of Qingjing Peak as usual. He looked up at the blue sky and took a deep breath, which was refreshing.

The breeze is accompanied by the singing of birds and the sunshine shines on the lake. It all looks like a tranquil and beautiful painting.

He was also lying on the lawn, with his trouser legs rolled up to his knees, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, enjoying the quiet time in Qingjing Peak.

Before we knew it, the sunset gradually fell.

Cicadas chirped continuously and the breeze was warm. Perhaps the auspicious beast smelled the scent of Ye Qian'an, and ran over in a hurry and threw itself into his arms.

"You stinky guy, why did you end your retreat after sixty years?"

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, "Of course it's to improve your realm as quickly as possible, but I didn't expect you to break through to the Mahayana realm. It seems that your true self is a bit peculiar."

After feeling the state of mind inside the auspicious beast, Ye Qian'an was a little surprised. The auspicious beast's cultivation speed was so fast, and it seemed to be a young beast.

If he were an adult, wouldn't he be able to break through directly to the realm of a wandering immortal?
The auspicious beast raised its head slightly, with a hint of pride in its eyes. "Humph, this auspicious beast is gifted with extraordinary talents. Breaking through to the Mahayana realm is just a piece of cake? Don't underestimate me."

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, "I really can't underestimate you. This time when we go to Shenxuan Sect, you should come with me."

"Shenxuan Sect?"

The auspicious beast immediately shook his head and refused directly: "I won't go. The Shenxuan Sect is in crisis. If they take a fancy to my inner elixir, I won't know how I died."

"Don't worry, I'm here. Besides, you should have been able to transform, why are you still in the form of a monster?"

Ye Qian'an asked curiously.

"Then you have to see whether I like it or not." The auspicious beast curled its lips, but still transformed into a human appearance in front of Ye Qian'an.

The auspicious beast transformed, and the light was overflowing, as if a dreamland suddenly appeared. In a moment, a young girl stood tall and graceful, she was dressed in golden brocade, the bright brocade seemed to be infused with life by the sun, shining with dazzling brilliance.

The exquisite patterns woven from golden threads rippled slightly with her movements, like a flowing golden river, outlining her graceful figure, showing her nobility and elegance.

On the head of the auspicious beast, two golden dragon horns are exquisite and small, like the most perfect works of art. The golden dragon horns exude a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, as if telling the glorious past of the dragon clan.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and when she looked around, it seemed as if the stars were moving; her long hair fell softly on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seemed to contain mysterious power.

She is like a goddess from mythology, beautiful, mysterious and powerful.

The auspicious beast tidied up the black hair beside its ears with its bare hands and nodded, "How is it? In your eyes, it should be very beautiful, right?"

Ye Qian'an pinched the cute face of the auspicious beast and said with a smile: "This is not bad, it's so lovable."

"Tsk, you say one thing and mean another. It's obvious that you like the body shape like this the most. Don't think I don't know. Sister Xuezhu said that all you men are like this." The auspicious beast looked at Ye Qian'an with contempt. The latter looked like he was about to have a nosebleed.

The auspicious beast shrugged and sat next to Ye Qian'an, then said: "I don't know why, I feel that I am quite young, but I still look like a girl."

Ye Qian'an looked at the auspicious beast's head. After seeing the dragon horns on its head, he understood why the auspicious beast could not grow up.

As the saying goes, a man lives for a hundred years, while a dragon lives for a hundred years. This auspicious beast is actually a descendant of the dragon clan, no wonder its body looks like this.

What puzzled Ye Qian'an was that if it was a descendant of the dragon clan, why would the auspicious beast appear in East Lingnan Province, and even in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts?

The auspicious beast picked up a crystal stone, gently placed it next to his mouth, took a bite and said: "At the beginning, I felt... as if I was teleported here, but I don’t remember it, and I feel like I have forgotten many, many things." (End of this chapter)