The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1221 - 640: Traces of the Ghost Emperor

As soon as the Tiger-Squat Cannon was fired, the scene fell silent.

The Daoists of Shangqing Palace were a bit bewildered.

They certainly knew it was a canon, and could even tell that it wasn't an ordinary plaything.

After all, in this era, everyone was seeking change.

Mei Mountain Taoist developed a Fire Gun Technique, and almost everyone from the Divine Land Xuanmen went for exchanges, buying plenty at a high price, and even inviting people from the government to practice spear techniques.

But using guns in pugilistic world conflicts was one thing.

Using a cannon was another matter entirely!

For a moment, even the Daoists holding guns were at a loss.

Li Yan's side in the restaurant all had cold eyes, killing intent surging.

They started in Guanzhong, ventured into the pugilistic world through countless battles, and the lives on their hands were nearly uncountable.

According to pugilistic sayings, those who lick blood from the knife tip would kneel and call them grandpa if they saw them.

Not willing to talk properly, they'd rather fight first.

Seeing their demeanor, the leading old Daoists of Shangqing Palace felt a chill in their hearts.

Experienced old Daoists knew they had run into tough characters.

But if there's no justification, today's events could spread, and Shangqing Palace would surely be mocked.

The leading old Daoist among them had thunder patterns embroidered on his Daoist robe, he was the abbot of Shangqing Palace, Dan Qingzi.

Glancing at the Tiger-Squat Cannon in Wu Ba's hands, his triangular eyes squinted, suddenly sneered, "Claimed unrelated but holding such firearms to destroy tombs, you seem to be of the Mystic Sect, could it be that you dare not own up?"

Beside him, Yin Jiuge couldn't bear it anymore and sternly said, "Shangqing Palace counts as a Mystic Sect, how can you be so indiscriminate? Where is the old Daoist Guang Lingzi, call him out, I must ask him what kind of disciples he teaches!"

Dan Qingzi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Master has long passed away, and you are…"

Yin Jiuge coldly replied, "I am Yin Jiuge."

Dan Qingzi shook his head lightly, "Never heard a word from my master's teachings."

Yin Jiuge laughed a bit angrily, "Good, good... such pitiful Shangqing Palace."

He was an elder Mystic Sect master, even older than the Bamboo Forest Six Leisurely, though he acted low-profile, he knew quite some pugilistic elders, yet the disciple of an old acquaintance didn't recognize him, still showing indifference.

At this moment, "Golden-Eyed Feng" hurriedly stepped out from the back, anxiously cupping his hands, "Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding."

"Dan Qingzi Daoist, I am 'Golden-Eyed Feng' from Luoyang, ah, we talked at the Prince Mansion banquet last fifteenth of the first lunar month, I can attest, it's indeed demon…"

"Shut up!"

Dan Qingzi's face suddenly changed, "I know you, suspected in Luoyang's paperman case, and escaped from prison privately."

Saying so, he glanced at the crowd darkly, "In my view, you all are demons!"

"Golden-Eyed Feng" was surprised upon hearing.

In his impression, Dan Qingzi usually appeared gentle and cultured as a Daoist.

Why was he so unreasonable now?

Unbeknownst to him, due to Mang Mountain's earth vein shaking, Shangqing Palace lost a furnace of treasure pill.

Not to mention the difficulty in finding spiritual materials, time also couldn't catch up.

Dan Qingzi was simmering with evil fire, naturally hard to reason with.

"Such a muddle-headed fool!"

Li Yan lost his patience, coldly said, "Luoyang City will face a great calamity, if you can't help, step aside, keep babbling and you'll meet The Three Pure Ones first!"

"Hahaha…"

Dan Qingzi also sneered, "This poor Daoist wants to see if you demons can leave Yu State!"

"Stop!"

As the two sides were about to clash, suddenly there came the sound of horse hooves from the mountain path.

Over ten riders galloped forward, the first was a woman in a bright red robe, none other than Mistress Pei from Dragon Gate Inn.

Before the horse stopped, she leapt up, stepping on the horse's head, performed a stunning swallow dive, landed, cupping her hands loudly, "Everyone, hold on! Dan Qingzi Daoist, there's more to this matter!"

Dan Qingzi frowned, "Shopkeeper Pei, does Heluo Chamber of Commerce wish to interfere in Mystic Sect grievances?"

Facing this Mystic Sect elder, Mistress Pei dared not to employ her rhetoric, solemnly cupped her hands, "Senior, these are the Twelve Primordial Spirits, you must have heard of them."

"They came to Yu State to rescue their own brothers and investigate the paperman case, they went up Mang Mountain for this purpose. Also, a 'Soul Collecting Ship' emerged from Yi River, originating from an ancient evil sect, Yin Talisman Sect, this matter surely involves them. If Shangqing Palace engages in internal strife now, would it not allow the Evil Spirits to profit from it?"

"Yin Talisman Sect?"

Upon hearing these three words, Dan Qingzi's heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, the Heluo Chamber of Commerce members had arrived.

"Earth Listening String" Yue San'er was among them, upon seeing Li Yan, he cupped hands in greeting.

He even knew Yin Jiuge, surprisedly saluted with junior's etiquette.

Netherworld Sect was seldom seen in Mystic Sect world, but among these common people, especially magicians making a living from celebrations, it's quite famous.

Yue San'er was considered an elder, yet Yin Jiuge was his idol.

Listening to everyone reminiscing, Dan Qingzi's expression shifted constantly.

Most of his time was spent in Luoyang, he favored associating with dignitaries, truly he didn't know Yin Jiuge.

But he was aware of Netherworld Sect's reputation.

Especially these Twelve Primordial Spirits, their fame spread worldwide due to the battle of Chengdu.

He was focused on Alchemy, didn't expect so many big names showed up in Luoyang.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the distant collapsing Jingling, "What exactly happened here?"

Li Yan was disinclined to respond, Yin Jiuge stepped forward and gravely said, "Heard of the Nine Tripod affair?"

Upon saying this, he narrated the story's background.

The more Dan Qingzi listened, the more surprised he became, an inexplicable chill rose in his heart.

Behind him, another old Daoist murmured, "Even if what you say is true, our palace's Township Talisman Furnace is indeed damaged due to your actions. The 'Earth Marrow Powder' refined from three hundred-year-old jujube wood was destroyed overnight, this debt…someone must pay it back, right?"