Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

The capital of Yan State has become increasingly prosperous in recent years, with streets crisscrossing and pedestrians and vehicles flowing endlessly.

However, once you enter the inner city, the number of people immediately decreases and a solemn atmosphere permeates the air.

Everyone in Yan State knew the reason for this, because the inner city was the palace of the immortal Qianyuan Daohao Taiyi.

In the minds of the younger generation, Taiyi Holy Palace is the most sacred place in Yan State, as if it has stood there since time immemorial. However, some old Yan people who are about to die know that it was originally just the imperial palace of Yan State.

It was a sunny day with not a cloud in the sky. Above the Taiyi Holy Palace, a nimble flying sword descended rapidly and flew towards a courtyard.

There were many sentry posts in the Holy Palace, and many of them were cultivators in the early stages of Qi training, but no one could detect the existence of the flying sword.

The flying sword began to slow down when it reached a courtyard, and finally stopped in a gap in the formation.

With a flash of silver light, the formation that was about to close was instantly stretched apart, turning into a large hole as tall as a person.

In mid-air, a person slowly fell down and stopped just in front of the big hole.

The man who came had handsome features, a naked bronze upper body, and only a fur skirt around his waist. Who else could it be but Zhao Rui who returned on a flying sword.

He looked at the big hole, full of doubts:

The appearance of Yanjing has changed drastically, but why has Qingxin Villa remained unchanged and is still here?

Who set up the defensive formation in the courtyard?

Also, the woman who just came in looked exactly like the mother in his memory?

With these questions in mind, Zhao Rui stepped into the big cave. He wanted to see what was so strange in it.

Ahead, about a hundred steps away, a female official in blue clothes walked straight to the backyard with ease.

She ran all the way until she was close to the backyard, then she became cautious.

Everything in the backyard now looked exactly the same as it did ninety years ago, even the large tripod in the yard was still standing there.

The female official in blue observed at the door for a while before crouching down to enter the moon gate. After confirming that there was no one in the courtyard, she began to check each room one by one.

He searched very carefully, but after a round, it seemed that he found nothing.

Zhao Rui fell behind him. At first he didn't know the other party's intention, but soon realized that the other party seemed to be looking for something. He immediately made a gesture, summoned a small white sword, and began to search carefully.

After a while, Zhao Rui discovered that there was a secret passage leading to the underground in the third room in the yard.

Seeing that the female official in blue was like a headless fly, he secretly took action and moved the bed in the secret passage a little further away.

After a while, when the blue-clothed female official entered the room again, she immediately discovered signs that the bed had moved. After some searching, she found the mechanism next to the candlestick.

The sound of a machine was heard, and the bed began to move to the side, and soon a staircase leading downwards was revealed.

The female official in green smiled, pasted a few more talismans on her body, and walked down.

In the back, Zhao Rui shook his head and thought to himself, "What this girl has learned is very crude. The more talismans you put on, the better."

He casually flicked his hand and attached a breath-suppressing talisman to the back of the blue-clothed female official, then followed.

The two walked one after the other, and after about a hundred steps, the stone passage suddenly became green and glowing.

The female official in green checked it with her hands. She was shocked when she touched it and wondered in her heart, "Could it be cold jade?"

"If the things that the True Immortal cares so much about are all used here, then the skills are most likely also in there."

The female official in blue paused for a while before continuing down.

A moment later, when Zhao Rui arrived, he was also shocked. He remembered that his master said that cold jade was the best choice for preserving natural treasures, and it was usually made into jade boxes.

It seems that the entire underground palace is like this, but no one knows what it is used to store?

Zhao Rui had more questions in his mind and continued to follow the blue-clothed female official.

After a while, the female official in blue came down to a hall, and Zhao Rui stopped and looked at it from a distance.

The hall was fully equipped with tables, chairs and other items. There were two ancient tree-shaped lamps filled with fluorite, making the hall as bright as day.

The blue-robed female official walked along the wall and made sure that there was no one around before she entered the hall. She first walked around the hall to check, and then sat down at a table.

She took out a roll of cloth, spread it out, and took out a pen to start sketching.

On the left side of the cloth roll is a drawn map, which looks exactly like Qingxin Villa. The right side is a little rough, but one can already see the general situation starting from the entrance of the underground palace.

The female official in blue wrote very quickly, and soon the sketch became gradually detailed. She marked all the details along the way.

The final step is to draw three squares, corresponding to the three corridors in front that continue downward.

After she finished drawing and let it dry slightly, she hid the map close to her body, got up and returned along the same route.

"This girl has been busy for a long time, why did she turn back after finding out half of the answer?" Zhao Rui was shocked and confused. He stepped on the spot, making walking sounds.

The blue-robed female official's face changed drastically, and she stood there in a daze, as if she had been immobilized by a spell.

"Da... Da..." Zhao Rui took another step.

The woman in green was very anxious. Without thinking, she turned around and rushed into a corridor.

"That's right! Since we're already down, let's explore the way ahead!" Zhao Rui showed a satisfied smile.

The corridor goes straight forward, and every few sections are inlaid with fluorite, which echoes with the cold jade. Under the flowing light and colorful light, it has a unique charm.

After about a hundred steps, the corridor turns right, and after about fifty steps it turns left again, until a new corridor appears.

In the corridor, a voice echoed, and a person was talking to himself: "Sister Wan'er, I came to see you again."

"Sister Wan'er, did you miss me? I have thought of you countless times in the past three days."

Inside the corridor, there are complete daily necessities such as tables, chairs, couches, incense burners, cabinets, dressing tables, etc. Even the calligraphy and paintings on the wall have been carefully arranged, as if someone really lives here.

The only thing that seemed a little out of place was a jade bed in the room with a person lying quietly on it.

Next to the jade bed, the Immortal Huafa sat on a round stool and continued, "Sister Wan'er, they found a five thousand year old cold jade. You can sleep on the new bed in a while."

At the entrance of the corridor, a female official in green was clinging to the wall. When she heard the five thousand year old cold jade, she immediately determined that there was a real immortal inside.

But if there is a real immortal inside, then who was making the footsteps just now?

She was full of doubts, and then she heard the voice of Huafa Zhenxian continue: "Sister Wan'er, I won't live long. Master only taught me the sixth level of the skills. I have been studying on my own for many years, but I can only cultivate to the seventh level."

"It doesn't matter if I die, but there will be no one to protect you. People outside think there is a treasure here."

"You tell me, should we kill all the monks of Yan State? That way, no one will be able to find this place. Then I will come to accompany you."

These words set off a huge wave of emotion in the heart of the blue-robed female official.

The true immortal actually said that he won’t live long. Hasn’t he already achieved immortality?

The highest level of the technique is only seven, but it doesn't seem to be the end...

Everyone must not include me. After all, I am so beautiful, how could the immortal bear to let me go?

The female official in blue held her breath, not daring to make a single sound, and continued to listen with both ears pricked up:

"Sister Wan'er, don't worry, your Rui'er is fine. He was taken away by the people in the sect. He may have already completed his Qi training and become a foundation-building cultivator."

"Master, that old bastard, actually dared to do that to Sister Wan'er... They were gods fighting, Sister Wan'er, were you hurt at that time?"

The Immortal Huafa paused for a moment, then answered himself: "I know it must be painful, the heart hurts the most... I have a female official who looks a lot like Sister Wan'er. I will ask her to give her heart to Sister Wan'er later."

When the blue-robed female official heard this, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

At first, Zhenxian was like a father, and he loved her very much after entering the palace. Later, Zhenxian was like a lover, and that immortal-like person only treated her gently.

She tried every possible means to acquire the technique, and she felt that if her cultivation level was higher, she might be able to marry a true immortal.

She looks like Sister Wan'er, which is like a needle piercing the green-clothed female official's heart. No wonder the immortal has been so fond of her over the years but has never touched her.

When she heard about the heart transplant, boundless fear surged from all directions. She even thought how lucky she was. It turned out that it was all a conspiracy from the beginning and she was just a poor victim.

The blue-robed female official bit her own forearm, her teeth sinking into the flesh, and tears rolled down.

Not far behind, Zhao Rui heard all of this. From the moment the man with white hair called Wan'er "Sister", he became suspicious.

Later on, he was very sure that the person lying on the jade bed in the corridor was his mother, and the white-haired man inside was the Taoist Qian from that year.

Taoist Qian loved his mother very much, so he built this underground palace.

The following words made Zhao Rui frown deeply. His mother did not die of old age, but was murdered that year.

Inside the corridor, Qian Xiaoyi didn't know that his words had been heard. He put down the wine utensils, and after his eyes wandered over Miao Wan'er several times, he suddenly grabbed a slender hand.

At first, he just caressed it next to his face, but gradually he put the hand to his mouth and kissed it.