Chapter 1483 - 802: Who Is the Heartless One (Bonus 3-in-1)

Yin Weiyin just nodded lightly and uttered two words: "Remember."

Chang Yuzi, feeling a burst of inspiration, almost blurted out: "Then... afterwards, did the layman ever see that Spirit Deer?"

After asking, he couldn't help but hold his breath, waiting to confirm his suspicion.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the distant, indistinct buzz of people outside as background noise.

Yin Weiyin lifted his eyelids, speaking in a calm tone:

"Coincidentally, just after you."

"..."

Chang Yuzi's expression froze slightly, his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it for a long time. The other two had varied expressions, with a flash of brilliance in the Taoist's eyes, while the nun silently recited a Buddhist scripture.

After you...

Four words, gently struck Chang Yuzi's heart. He seemed to see the scene: after he had withdrawn the incense array talisman in frustration and left at dawn, the Spirit Deer, which he had waited for all night, might have stepped lightly out of the deep forest, perhaps even curiously sniffing the residual scent of incense ash, and then... approached this group passing by.

What a stroke of fortune was this? Yet how coincidental...

Chang Yuzi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just gave a bitter smile: "So that's how it is... so that's how it is, it's just that this poor Taoist... was not destined, and luck was thin."

"Fellow Daoist Changyu need not belittle yourself."

Yin Weiyin clasped his hands in salute.

He raised his eyes to survey the surroundings, once again aweing everyone with his profound understanding of the Taoist skill, bringing delight to their hearts.

The female crown lowered her gaze slightly, thinking to herself, when could she truly awe him...

Just as Yin Weiyin frowned,

Ding——!!

A clear and piercing sword hum suddenly traveled from the direction of the Three Pure Ones Hall of Liuyun Palace!

Immediately following, was the sudden eruption of screams and cries from the crowd,

The four in the room simultaneously changed their expressions.

The leisurely atmosphere of discussing the mysterious tea vanished instantly.

Outside the window, the sky suddenly darkened.

............

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"Young friend, were you looking for me?"

Chen Yi turned around, and the Sword Intent World unfolded invisibly, the heavily incense-filled Three Pure Ones Hall fell into a breath of silence.

Amidst the encircling sword intent, an old man in a Daoist robe and vestment robe stood on the Three Pure Ones Hall, his figure seemingly ephemeral and illusory, the old man raised his hand, touched the sword intent, as if oblivious to the killing intent. Chen Yi frowned slightly, about to speak, yet saw that unparalleled sword intent unexpectedly being moved by him with bare hands, as if brushing aside branches and leaves.

"Such pure sword intent," the old Taoist sighed softly, "In all these years, I've only seen it in the Broken Swordsman, the young are truly formidable, truly formidable."

Seeing this old Taoist had no hostility, Chen Yi slightly restrained his killing intent, though his eyes remained vigilant, this old man appeared so suddenly, and despite his own Second Grade Realm, he had not felt his presence at all, unbeknownst to him someone was behind him.

"Are you... Master Yunzhou?"

Master Yunzhou turned his gaze back, squinting to appraise Chen Yi, said: "Indeed, that is one of my titles."

"With ascension imminent, yet Master seems in elegant leisure, visiting the Three Pure Ones Hall to observe the masses."

"There's no elegance or leisure about it," Master Yunzhou observed Chen Yi, continuing: "Rather, young friend, being a guest yet sneaking onto the host's tiles, is truly impolite."

Since he came to chase people away, there's no need to stay longer, if not here, there's plenty of places that would welcome him.

Chen Yi lightly lowered his gaze, taking a step back, only to see Master Yunzhou's figure suddenly vanish again, as if erased, Chen Yi had a slight suspicion, turned back just in time to see Master Yunzhou right behind him.

"No need to rush away, young friend, so many guests of formidable skill came and went, yet none discovered you, you're truly extraordinary. By chance, as I am about to ascend, bidding farewell to this mundane world, if you don't mind, we can chat idly and pass the time."

Chen Yi glanced sideways at him, saying: "Divine Realm Communication."

Master Yunzhou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, pointing at Chen Yi, said: "Indeed, Heavenly Vision."

The talk of chatting idly, passing the time, was nothing more than Master Yunzhou discovering he had the Heavenly Vision, and as he had just glanced with the Heavenly Vision, this Master Yunzhou had already discerned with just one look, from which it could be inferred, he must be very knowledgeable about the Six Divine Powers of Buddhism, coupled with the ability to come and go without a trace, which must be Divine Realm Communication.

Divine Realm Communication, also known as Divine Power Communication, is the capability to appear freely at will without obstacles.

Master Yunzhou gave a slight hand gesture, indicating Chen Yi to sit, Chen Yi did not refuse, also curious about what this about-to-ascend old man wanted to do.

Besides, he indeed wanted to find this person beforehand, with the person present, it would be good to inquire about matters related to the White Lotus Sect.

Chen Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, Master Yunzhou also crossed his legs, and with a simple motion, as if fetching an object through the air, a small tea table fell onto the glazed tiles, steam rising from the tea, though evidently, he had no Square Land at his waist.

As the host, he personally poured tea for Chen Yi, who received it in hand, gently blowing the steam, with the smoke swirling around, it was hard to distinguish which was the steam from the tea, and which was the incense's smoke.

Below the Three Pure Ones Hall, there was a clamor, with people offering incense nearly trampling the threshold of the hall, the incense extending into a continuous river among the countless heads, while atop the Three Pure Ones Hall, there was a distinct air of freshness and elegance.

"Young friend, do you practice Taoism?"

"I know a little."

"Then you must practice martial arts, it's been a long time since seeing such a martial artist, the purity of your sword intent can even compare to the Broken Swordsman."

Master Yunzhou brewed the tea with a bowl lid, blowing it cool in small sips, then said:

"Judging by your accent, young friend, you're not from Chang'an, you must know of the Broken Swordsman."

How could Chen Yi not know, having once made a three-year pact with the Broken Swordsman, if carefully calculated, three years had long passed, for nearly five years now, yet he had never seen the visit of the Broken Swordsman, and seldom heard news of him along the way.