Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Half a day later, by the river.

The sun has already set, and the golden sunlight is cast on the pebbles, shining with little golden light. Everything is quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a flying boat came rapidly, bringing up a gust of wind.

There were seven people on the flying boat. One of them wore a wooden hairpin on his head and exuded the aura of a ninth-level Qi training practitioner. He was about forty years old.

He jumped off the flying boat and immediately shouted, "Master Quan...Master Quan, we are here, where are you?"

When Quan Zhenyan heard someone calling him, he immediately opened his eyes from his meditation. He removed the formation and shouted, "Here, I'm here."

He trotted all the way to the front of the crowd, bowed and said: "Master Qi, this thief is really extraordinary, otherwise how could I dare to trouble you to come."

The head of the Qi family wore a jade crown and had a square face that looked majestic without even getting angry. He said, "It's okay. How are my nephews doing?"

"They... were all beaten to death!" Quanzhen Yan said with a sad face.

The head of the Qi family looked gloomy and asked, "Is it a foundation-building cultivator who took action? Who dares to ignore the rules and bully the younger generation?"

Quan Zhen Yan hurriedly explained: "The opponent is still in the Qi training stage, but he possesses the three magical powers of gold, fire and water!"

The head of the Qi family looked disdainful and laughed: "With mixed spiritual roots, there is no hope of building a foundation in this lifetime..."

"The opponent has a flying sword. Ordinary Qigong practitioners can't last more than a round in his hands!" Quan Zhen said Yan.

Patriarch Qi raised his hand and said, "Flying Sword! No wonder he is so arrogant! Come on, take me to the scene to see."

Under the setting sun, the flying boat carrying eight people soared into the sky and headed straight for Dongxi Village.

In just half an hour, Quanzhen Yan and his entourage arrived in front of the small temple.

At this time, the corpses were long gone, leaving only a few balls of black ashes scattered on the ground.

The head of the Qi family squatted down, grabbed a handful of black ash, and said, "What a powerful spell, where did they go?"

"Finally you've got the point. You dare to poison me? I'll show you how I'll kill you." Quan Zhen Yan smiled and stepped forward and said, "The three of them..."

He had just said a few words when he suddenly felt his throat become extremely dry and it was difficult for him to speak.

Quan Zhen Yan moistened his throat and said again: "They..."

This time, he said only two words before grabbing his throat and gasping for air as if he were having an asthma attack.

Seeing this, a Qi family monk wearing a wooden hairpin hurried over to help him and asked, "Fellow Daoist Quan, what's wrong with you?"

Quan Zhen Yan suddenly turned around, his face as pale as a cooked lobster.

He stretched out a hand, looked at Patriarch Qi, and begged, "Save me..."

However, before he uttered the word "I", flames burst out from his body and burned fiercely.

The flames shot up into the sky and continued to burn towards the monk from the Qi family who was wearing a wooden hairpin.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Qi family immediately rushed forward and pulled the two apart.

However, the flames had already burned to the monk wearing the wooden hairpin, and there was no sign of dying down.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Qi family immediately placed one hand on the back of the monk wearing the wooden hairpin to help him resist the flames.

After just two or three breaths, the flames on the monk wearing the wooden hairpin went out, but Quan Zhen Yan on the ground was already burning and rolling on the ground.

"Pan...Long..." Quanzhen Yan said with a resentful voice, like a broken gong.

"Panlong Valley." The head of the Qi family gritted his teeth, no longer as elegant as before.

a long distance away.

Zhao Rui and the other two walked slowly in front of a foggy valley.

They walked in the fog for a while, and the view ahead suddenly became clear, revealing two young men.

The two young men had red lips and white teeth, and were wearing light blue jackets. When they saw the visitor, they immediately greeted him with a smile and said, "Welcome... Please come in, VIP." They both had clear throats and their voices were ups and downs.

Zhao Rui was startled and asked, "Aren't you going to ask where we are going?"

The taller boy asked back, "Of course, we came here to go to Panlong Valley. Where else can we go?"

Shen Chenqing stepped forward and asked, "The fog is so thick, what if we go the wrong way?"

The tall young man smiled and said, "Let the guests know that if ordinary people mistakenly enter our cloud and mist formation, they will return to the original path after walking for half a day, but if cultivators enter it, they will be guided here."

"So that's it!" Shen and Qian said in unison.

The two young men were very proud, but still very polite. They stretched out their hands and motioned the three to go inside.

However, at this moment, the fog in front of them rolled up and a sloppy old man rushed out.

Caught off guard, the tall boy had no time to dodge and collided with the sloppy old man, and they both fell to the ground.

The slovenly old man held his head and cried out, "Ouch... Ouch! How can you treat your guests like this?"

A disgusted voice came from the mist: "We don't have guests like you. How many years have you been eating and drinking for free? Forget it! Why did you steal the guests' chips?"

Following the sound, three monks in blue shorts came out with fierce looks on their faces.

On the ground, the tall young man used his hands and feet to push the sloppy old man away and complained, "You guys may chase me away, but can you be more careful? If you do this again, I will report it to Manager Wang."

The slovenly old man, still lying on the ground, echoed, "I will also report this to Manager Wang. You injured the old Taoist priest, and you must pay for it with spiritual stones."

"Hey, you're still getting proud of yourself. You don't even have a single spiritual stone on you, yet you still dare to come to Panlong Valley." The cultivator in blue shorts said as he pretended to kick.

The other two hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Calm down, calm down! If this gets out, people will say that we in Panlong Valley are bullying others by taking advantage of our power."

The tall young man frowned and shouted, "Are you done yet? Didn't you see that the distinguished guest is right beside us? I will definitely report today's incident to Manager Wang. Just wait."

The three monks just noticed Zhao Rui and the other two standing beside them. They were startled and hurriedly bowed and said, "Excuse me, three distinguished guests. Please come in, please come in."

Zhao Rui felt sorry for the old man and wanted to ask him something, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Qian Xiaoyi grabbed him and said, "Friend Zhao, we are short of time, and we need to get down to business."

At the side, Shen Chenqing also felt that less trouble was better than more trouble, so he echoed: "Master Zhao, it is more important to find that person first."

"Hmm..." Zhao Rui hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Then let's go in first!"

The tall young man smiled and led the three people into the valley.

About ten steps away, the fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a scene of bells ringing and food feasting.

In the lush forest, countless buildings stand tall, including palaces, pavilions, towers, and temples. Everywhere you look, you can see flying eaves, columns, stone bridges, and some pavilions have gauze curtains flying up to the sky, making it difficult to see clearly.

The most majestic and tallest of all the buildings is a dome building with four towers deep in the valley.

Zhao Rui was shocked by the scene before him. Jinzhu Town was already very prosperous, but compared with here, it seemed to lack some fairy air.

Seeing this, the tall young man immediately introduced: "Dear guests, this is Panlong Valley. We are not bragging, but you can buy everything that a Qigong cultivator needs in the valley."

Zhao Rui nodded repeatedly and asked, "I wonder how to get to the gambling house?"

The tall boy pointed at the dome-shaped building and said, "Of course it is there. Just follow me."

Led by the tall young man, the three of them walked along the welcoming avenue towards the dome building.

The further you go in, the richer the spiritual energy becomes. When you reach the center of the valley where many shops are located, the spiritual energy is already twice that of the outside world.

Qian Xiaoyi was curious and asked, "Is the spiritual energy in this valley so rich?"