Chapter 825 - 393: On Refining Treasure Peak! Mao Xiaoyun and Zhang Tian Sheng_2

Chapter 825: Chapter 393: On Refining Treasure Peak! Mao Xiaoyun and Zhang Tian Sheng_2

Inside the ancient temple, in front of the divine platform, Mao Xiaoyun uttered softly and slowly took off the gold-rimmed glasses he wore.

"Jiang Wansui is so petty, these glasses broke again."

Mao Baifeng heard the words and subconsciously looked over, her gaze landing on those gold-rimmed glasses.

She vaguely knew that these glasses were gifts given to all guests at the ceremony for the reconstruction of White Crane Temple eight years ago, and only those of Celestial Master level could receive such gifts.

However, the quality of these glasses was truly unimpressive; it was said that the cost price in Danyang was only twenty yuan.

Mao Xiaoyun’s pair of gold-rimmed glasses hadn’t been repaired just once.

"Uncle Grandfather, you..."

Suddenly, Mao Baifeng exclaimed softly, hesitating to speak further.

Her eyes trembled slightly; she saw Mao Xiaoyun take off his glasses, revealing a strange scar at the corner of the eye, the temple hair resembling a sword, finger-length, winding like a talisman seal crawling on it.

Mao Baifeng had very few opportunities to see Mao Xiaoyun normally, let alone when he took off his glasses and displayed this scar.

At this moment, An Wuyang and Xiao Changfeng also noticed the scar on the dignified face of the Maoshan Celestial Master, wondering about the stories behind it.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain..."

Mao Xiaoyun seemed unaware; he looked at the Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal on the divine platform, its translucent jade reflecting his vague silhouette, and also reflecting that strange scar.

"Cicada voices from locust alleys, the willow market winds, palace towers high leaning toward the waning moon in the east. A thousand miles of road remain, yet ten years have passed, and people have changed."

Mao Xiaoyun murmured softly, his gaze dispersed, as if time rotated before his eyes.

In the jade seal and on that scar, he seemed to return to many years ago, still at Maoshan...

That year, he was young, a disciple of the Mao Family, always outstanding among his peers.

That year, Chen Zhuqing was still tending incense and doing chores in the Mercy Hall.

That year, the young Xu Xuan Guan left his home, departed from the Xu Family, and joined the Maoshan sect.

Rumble...

Bright sunshine, in front of the True Monarch Hall, the young Xu Xuan Guan, like a kite string broken, was flung out under the watchful eyes of many, landing heavily on the ground.

Amidst a clamor of laughter, the so-called Pure Yang Xu Family became a joke in the eyes of the crowd.

Only Mao Xiaoyun stood tall in the sunlight, his expression unchanging, as if this victory was negligible, his elongated shadow like a mountain overshadowing Xu Xuan Guan, pressing him to breathe heavily.

"You have not even grasped a bit of the Xu Family’s Dragon Slayer Technique, and you have no inkling of Maoshan’s Daoist Skill." Mao Xiaoyun spoke softly, chastising mercilessly with the stance of a victor.

"Your background is not inferior to mine, yet you willingly deteriorate, Feng Shui is just a sideline of my Dao; even if you achieve small success, it’s still unremarkable, let alone Dragon Hunting and Tomb Digging, that’s lowly work."

"Continue like this, and you’d better leave the mountain early, don’t disgrace our Maoshan Dharma Lineage."

His words resonated in front of the True Monarch Hall, clear and upright.

Under the eyes of many, Mao Xiaoyun drifted away gracefully, followed by the crowd, leaving only Xu Xuan Guan, and not far away, Chen Zhuqing who was sweeping.

In the mountain, though there wasn’t a cycle of sixty years, only two moon cycles had passed.

Night dark with a high wind, back mountain of Maoshan.

As Mao Xiaoyun opened his eyes, the fiery pain in his cheeks was apparent and a figure came forward, blocking the bright moonlight.

He looked up, there stood a tall and lean young man, a blade of grass in his mouth, and behind him stood Xu Xuan Guan.

"Who are you?"

Before the words could fall, the tall, lean youth raised his hand for a slap.

"Did I allow you to speak?"

The cold voice echoed amidst the clear, cold night.

"You are no Maoshan disciple, Xu Xuan Guan, you dare conspire with outsiders..." Mao Xiaoyun snarled angrily.

"He’s my little brother; who did you insult as unremarkable two days ago?" The tall, lean youth sneered, kicking Mao Xiaoyun straight out, a mouthful of blood spat out.

"Chop behind my back, hit underhandedly, what kind of hero are you?" Mao Xiaoyun struggled to get up, gritted his teeth and shouted, his whole body bound in chains and unable to move.

"Who told you I was a hero? Being attacked at your door and you still call out? How humiliating for your Maoshan ancestors over eighteen generations." The tall, lean youth laughed.

"You..." Mao Xiaoyun fumed.

"I’ll give you a chance, bow and apologize to my little brother, and if you dare bully him again, I’ll beat you till you look for teeth on the ground." A fierce glint flashed in the tall, lean youth’s eyes.

"Apologize to him?" Mao Xiaoyun glanced at Xu Xuan Guan, he couldn’t even regard this wastrel expelled by the Xu Family.

"If you have the guts, kill me; if I frown, I’m no Maoshan disciple." Mao Xiaoyun raised his head, stiffening his neck, yet his face showed no sign of fear.

"Good, gutsy." The tall, lean youth’s eyes brightened and then laughed: "I like gutsy ones."

"Become my little brother then."

"What?" Mao Xiaoyun was taken aback, followed by an extremely strange expression.

"I am a dignified disciple of Maoshan, a descendant of the Mao family, how can I submit to someone like you?"

"Hahaha, indeed a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, no matter how splendid can only become fertilizer, talking such childish nonsense." The tall, lean youth laughed.

"If you don’t want to submit, then I’ll ensure my comfort."

"Comfort? How comfortable?"

"If I can’t mentally control, I’ll physically annihilate." The tall, lean youth grinned, advancing towards Mao Xiaoyun.

At those words, Xu Xuan Guan beside him was frightened, not wanting a life to be lost.

"Dead is dead, but all my Daoist Skill, if duel alone, I won’t let you leave Maoshan." Mao Xiaoyun gritted his teeth.

"That confident?"

The tall, lean youth halted: "Guanzi, unlock him."

Upon command, Xu Xuan Guan didn’t hesitate, stepping forward to unchain Mao Xiaoyun, who flexed his wrists, eyeing the tall, lean youth suspiciously.

"What do you really want?"

"Aren’t you arrogant? I’ll give you a chance to show it." The tall, lean youth laughed: "But it might hurt a lot, and leave you with some memories."

He beckoned with his finger, indicating for Mao Xiaoyun to strike.

"Since my cultivation, no one of my age has dared speak so arrogantly before me." Mao Xiaoyun smiled, surveying the confident young man before him, getting intrigued.

"Who exactly are you? What’s your name?"

Rumble...

At that moment, a terrifying aura surged skyward from the tall, lean youth, moonlight was scattered, Cang Mountain loomed, a mystical talisman ascended in the air, golden light boiling, profound and reaching the heavens.

"This is..."

Mao Xiaoyun’s eyes shivered in shock, eyes gleaming with disbelief.

"Three Mountains General Register, Dragon and Tiger..."

"My surname is Zhang, as in arrogant Zhang..."

Under the vast and mysterious talisman, the corners of the tall, lean youth’s mouth lifted slightly.

"My name is Zhang Tian Sheng!"

The contemptuous laughter seemed to linger at the ear, Mao Xiaoyun standing in the ancient temple, his gaze gradually steady, the reflections from long ago fading away.

"Time flies like an arrow, who knows the Heavenly Dao bends like a bow. Life’s pursuits at the Yellow Court Scroll, yet aspire to learn from the fisherman at Cang Lang."

Mao Xiaoyun murmured softly, his gaze withdrawing from the scar reflected on the Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain..."

"Many years have passed already."

Rumble...

Suddenly, in the sky, a thunderstorm shook, lightning like a great dragon rampaging in dark clouds.

At Refining Treasure Peak, Zhang Fan alongside Fang Changle hurriedly stopped, looking towards the heavens.

"About to begin, we finally made it." Fang Changle murmured seriously, looking towards An Wuyang and others in the distance.

He knew this wasn’t ordinary lightning but Celestial Master methods, real treasure refining was starting.

Rumble...

With another flash of thunder, rumbling reverberations echoed across Maoshan’s sky, seemingly akin to heaven’s wrath.

It was at this moment that Mao Xiaoyun slowly walked out from that ancient temple.