Chapter 823 - 392: Three Celestial Venerable Saviors! Successor of Zhongnan Mountain_2

Chapter 823: Chapter 392: Three Celestial Venerable Saviors! Successor of Zhongnan Mountain_2

Zhang Fan’s cultivation in the Taiyin Technique is indeed centered around the Taiyi Celestial Venerable of Salvation as the Dharma Master.

As for the two Daoists beside him, one rides a dragon, majestic in appearance, the other rides a phoenix, extraordinary in presence.

Taiyi Salvation!

Zhu Lingdu’s Fate!

Yellow Flower Shaking Form!

These are the renowned Three Celestial Venerable Saviors within the Daoist Sect, also known as the Three Holy Saviors.

"Make a bow, the Jiuku Hall of Maoshan is very effective." Fang Changle took three sticks of incense.

Zhang Fan received them, and with a surge of True Flame, he lit them and then bowed three times.

"Seeking sound salvation, great mercy and compassion..." Zhang Fan looked up at the Dharma image of the Three Saviors, murmuring softly.

He had heard previously that the Jiuku Hall at Maoshan was very effective, attracting many people annually for worship and incense offerings, especially those afflicted with illnesses, who had the most profound connections.

"When my master was young, he once watched the incense at Jiuku Hall..." Fang Changle brought up a past event.

His master is none other than the current Mao Mountain Sect Leader, Taoist Zhuqing, Chen Zhuqing.

At that time, he was just a Daoist Child, with low cultivation, working at Jiuku Hall for three whole years.

One night, while leaning beneath the Divine Altar, he fell asleep and, amidst a dream-like haze, heard the sound of fierce wind outside the hall. Rising, he walked out, following the night breeze, and saw a Daoist searching in the cracks of the mountain stone...

The young Chen Zhuqing saw a dark shadow hidden in the crevices. When he approached to inquire, the Daoist said, "Sixty years of blooming and falling flowers, today the old friend comes."

As he spoke, the Daoist turned and smiled faintly at Chen Zhuqing. At this moment, he distinctly saw in the stone’s crevice a great dragon coiled; it soared into the sky, carrying the Daoist into the clouds, disappearing into the vast night.

Just then, Chen Zhuqing suddenly awoke, realizing he was still in Jiuku Hall, surrounded by an unusual incense aroma. He looked up to see the Dharma image of the Three Saviors, especially the one riding the dragon, majestic in appearance, surprisingly familiar.

"Venerable Celestial Lord of the Red Palace!?" Zhang Fan showed an unusual expression.

He had never heard that Mao Mountain Sect Leader had such a mysterious experience, sounding like being enlightened by an Immortal, which veiled him with mysticism.

"Exactly because of this, my master returns to Jiuku Hall every year for fasting and seclusion for fifteen days!" Fang Changle said with a solemn voice.

Even for cultivators, Chen Zhuqing’s experience is considered rare and strange, possibly one reason why he became the fastest Celestial Master in Maoshan’s history.

"How many Celestial Masters do you have in Maoshan?" Zhang Fan shifted the topic, suddenly asking.

"Well..."

Fang Changle hesitated, but then said, "Including Master Xu, there are a total of four."

Xu Xuan Guan, born in the Pure Yang Xu Family, yet a Profound Cultivator of Maoshan, though he is seldom at the mountain gate.

Besides him, there is also an elder, even more senior than Chen Zhuqing, whom Fang Changle must address as Master Uncle Ancestor, and who remains mostly in seclusion, rarely ventures outside.

Chen Zhuqing naturally requires no further mention; as Mao Mountain’s Sect Leader, he is top-notch even within the Celestial Master Realm.

"The other one is the Master Uncle from the Mao Family who will help you refine your treasure tomorrow!"

"Mao Xiaoyun!?"

Zhang Fan’s heart stirred, immediately recalling the elderly gentleman with a baseball cap on the plane.

"So it’s him!?"

Zhang Fan thought back reflectively; he indeed shared a connection with this Mao Family Celestial Master.

"My master, Master Xu, and Master Mao are considered of the same generation." Fang Changle whispered.

These three, in their youth, cultivated together. Xu Xuan Guan, born in the Pure Yang Xu Family, but with a peculiar personality, disliked social interactions. Mao Xiaoyun belonged to the direct lineage of Maoshan, holding an extraordinary status.

These two were exceptional among disciples at that time, holding special positions.

However, regardless of their distinctiveness, the emergence of Chen Zhuqing eventually overshadowed everyone’s brilliance.

If education is used for analogy, Xu Xuan Guan and Mao Xiaoyun belong to prestigious families of scholarly success, with ancestors even producing champions. They were naturally born to study, in fact, excelled in class.

Chen Zhuqing, coming from a conventional family, with ancestors mostly farming, yet in class, his achievements surpassed everyone, including those prestigious scholars.

"Indeed, competition among peers is intriguing." Zhang Fan, hearing these old stories, couldn’t help but smile.

Everyone has different backgrounds, personalities, fortunes, which determines differing paths.

Like Fang Changle, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Xia Weisheng... the many people Zhang Fan encountered, each a protagonist in their lives, a decade, two, even thirty years later, they might become like Chen Zhuqing, Xu Xuan Guan, these seniors, high and mighty, topics for later generations.

"Let’s go, rest for a night, perhaps I can take you to see Master Mao’s treasure refining tonight." Fang Changle lowered his voice.

As they just exited the hall, they bumped into a group of people.

Zhang Fan’s gaze was instantly drawn to the person leading; a young man in a Daoist Robe, with flowing hair, distinct features, handsome brows, and clear eyes harboring a divine nobility.

As for those beside him, they were two familiar figures, one being Mao Baifeng whom he met two days ago.

The other was Xiao Changfeng, whom he’d seen in Chang’an.

"An Wuyang!" Fang Changle suddenly spoke.

Zhang Fan’s heart stirred; indeed, the young man was An Wuyang, the heir from Zhongnan Mountain.

"Taoist Brother Fang."

At this moment, An Wuyang paused, bowed in respect towards Fang Changle, who returned the courtesy, evidently they knew each other.

"Why are you here?"

Suddenly, Xiao Changfeng exclaimed, scrutinizing Zhang Fan with a suspicious glance.

"Hmm?" An Wuyang looked at Xiao Changfeng, whose expression slightly tensed, whispered a few words in An Wuyang’s ear.

"Friend of Junior Sister Meng!"

An Wuyang’s voice was calm and gentle, yet his face showed no change in expression; he bowed to Zhang Fan, showing considerable friendliness.

"I am An Wuyang."

"Zhang Fan."

Zhang Fan saw the other was so polite, thus introduced himself.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, being a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, yet living in Jiangnan Province, quite intriguing."

Mao Baifeng spoke up at this time, her pretty face carried a smile that was not quite a smile.

With just a sentence, it seemed as if she had seen right through Zhang Fan’s background. Indeed, given the relationship between the Mao Family and Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, inquiring about Zhang Fan’s situation was not difficult.

"Daoist friend, your words are even more interesting..."

"Cultivators with expansive Dao hearts, where in the world should be off-limits to them?" Zhang Fan remarked with a light chuckle.

Once his words fell, Mao Baifeng’s gaze focused sharply.

"Alright, busy yourselves with your business, we are leaving."

Fang Changle interrupted their conversation, pulling Zhang Fan away.

"See you!"

Watching the two departing figures, Xiao Changfeng finally couldn’t help but speak: "Senior Brother, this Zhang Fan is suspicious, he remains uninfluential yet associates with people like Meng Qiwu and Fang Changle..."

"When things out of the ordinary occur, it’s indeed a demon."

"All things have their destined cycle of life and death, the transient life is merely a futile haste. Mocking those foolish people who do not accept destiny, striving hard for winter thunder and summer frost." An Wuyang spoke softly, his voice resonating like a morning bell and evening drum, awakening those who hear.

"Junior Brother, you cling too much to external attachments, I’m afraid you might find it difficult to advance any further in this life."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Changfeng’s face changed dramatically.

An Wuyang slowly stepped out, standing before the Jiuku Hall, feeling the merciful ambiance, the thick incense, only sensing his Dao heart was vast, inclusive of all things.

Subtly, an aura condensed around An Wuyang, profound as a sword, embracing all phenomena.

"This..."

Mao Baifeng watched in shock, involuntarily speaking, "Wuyang, your body of Daoist skill doesn’t seem to be from Zhongnan Mountain..."

"It’s a sword path created by Master Ye on the foundation of Zhongnan Mountain’s Daoist skill, named Taiyi Sword." An Wuyang spoke softly.

Mao Baifeng’s expression turned serious; she knew the Master Ye An Wuyang mentioned was Ye Beichen of Zhongnan Feather Sword.

Zhongnan Mountain possesses a Pure Yang Treasure called Taiyi Magic Sword, and this Daoist skill adopts its name, revealing its great ambition.

"When Master Ye was young, he once faced a powerful enemy, that person’s means were terrifying, bearing the fiercest in the world." An Wuyang said nonchalantly.

"The fiercest in the world, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?"

Xiao Changfeng and Mao Baifeng said in unison.

"Though his Divine Techniques were strong, my Master Ye turned danger into opportunity, during this tribulation, using the Divine Demon as a medium, passed down the Taiyi Sword." An Wuyang spoke calmly.

"He created this technique specifically to suppress the Divine Demon Holy Embryo!"

Upon these words, a lonely expression crossed An Wuyang’s face.

"It’s a pity, after my Master Ye achieved Great Success in Divine Techniques, his old friend faded away, disappeared without a trace."

"Though mastering the skill of dragon-slaying, yet there exists no dragon to slay, indeed a sorrowful plight."

An Wuyang spoke softly, the aura around him suddenly dispersed, he turned around, gazing towards Zhang Fan’s departing direction, a deep gleam flickered in his eyes.