I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 317 - 9: The Way Thief, Qingcang

Chapter 317: Chapter 9: The Way Thief, Qingcang

The Great Yu Dynasty, the fifteenth year of the Dragon Soaring Era.

Emperor Kang passed away within the Golden Throne Hall, many courtiers buried alongside him.

Crown Prince Xi, having promoted the capable, succeeded before the spirit of the deceased.

The next day, he fell ill and died in front of the Altar of the State.

The Fifth Royal Son took control, led the state affairs, and enumerated the crimes of the two previous emperors, twenty-one in total, proclaiming them to the world.

Yet he never ascended to the imperial throne.

...

Lin’an City, three thousand li to the east.

The Mount Taibai Range, Loulan Mountain, has since ancient times been a place where the incense burns fiercely.

However, with the advancement of technology, proving the nonexistence of immortals and deities, the incense here unavoidably declined.

Though there were still those seeking peace of mind who came to offer incense and prayers, they were far too few.

Today, this place once again bustled with activity.

One by one, individuals dressed in splendid attire and of extraordinary bearing roamed within the many Taoist temples, exploring every corner.

A large number of commoners entered the temples, lit incense sticks, and bowed before the divine statues.

The clamor and noise soared up to the heavens.

Not even the rain slipping from the vault of heaven could cool the fervent hearts of the multitude.

Five days prior, the war that shook the world still lingered in their memories.

The Dynasty’s prized technological wonders, before that practitioner of the Way, were reduced to metallic wreckage in a few breaths’ time.

Countless elite soldiers became mounds of flesh and blood.

Even the Emperor and courtiers far in the capital were killed by a curse from afar.

Such great power concentrated in one individual, how could it not inspire obsession, longing, envy, and fear?

And now, following the route that person took, Loulan Mountain in the Mount Taibai Range was highly likely his destination.

Hence, many wealthy merchants, commoners, and high officials came ahead of time, hoping to catch a glimpse of this person and possibly gain a fortuitous opportunity.

It wasn’t just them who thought this way; even the Long Family of the royal house sent a princess here.

"Yan Bro, this is quite the spectacle!"

"These high officials and wealthy merchants, who on ordinary days drove us around like dogs with their money and power, never thought they’d see this day."

A tall youth stood under the eaves, looking at the people scurrying within the many temples, a sarcastic look on his face.

"This is the power that transcends the mundane."

"Even princes and marquises must bow down devoutly, begging for forgiveness."

The short figure beside him let out a sigh-like murmur, his gaze fixed unblinkingly at the slim figure standing in the rain.

This was the Long Family, dominating the world for eight hundred years.

Their princess, now standing in the pouring rain, waiting for that person’s arrival.

Suddenly, the short figure’s pupils constricted sharply.

"He’s here!"

Tat! Tat! Tat!

Footsteps splashed through the rain, casting ripples.

A figure in a yellow Taoist robe descended from the bottom of the mountain.

His appearance seemed to make him the center of the universe, capturing the sight of all the living beings.

As his steps moved forward, the fields of vision of the multitudes continually shifted.

Princess Long Xuan of the Long Family, the moment the youth appeared, cast her eyes his way.

Within her field of vision was a remarkably handsome young man, his yellow Taoist robe stained with blood. As he moved, his robes fluttered wildly.

That bloodstain, in her eyes, was like fierce flames, threatening to burn everything, to incinerate all.

’This is Taoist Qing Cang, this is the strength that has brought the Long Family into the dust with the power of one.’

As the youth walked past her, Long Xuan didn’t speak a word, but her gaze was solemn as she stepped forward.

This step would determine her life or death.

Hu~

She survived!

This was the optimal solution decided by the Long Family, which had convened the country’s top psychologists to analyze the character of Taoist Qing Cang based on his actions.

Before Qing Cang had opened his mouth.

Not a word!

Not a word!!

Must be spoken!

"Follow him, and if he has a need, he will certainly inquire first. You just have to answer."

"If you’re told to leave, you leave. If you’re told to die, you take your own life."

Liang Hui appeared indifferent, as if he didn’t perceive the graceful figure behind him, nor did he see the nobles crowding the temple.

Instead, his gaze was cast towards a few elders dressed in red Taoist robes.

These elders each had snow-white beards and looked as if they were genuine cultivators with the visage of piety, resembling true ascetics.

"Taoist Qing Cang, it is an honor for us practitioners of the Way to have you come to the Xuanyang Taoist Temple."

The leading elder stepped aside, opening a path.

"Please, sir, we have already prepared a vegetarian feast."

"Good."

Liang Hui nodded, his eyes focused.

He took a step forward, passing by the elders, and walked towards the temple.

As the young man strode, the welcoming elders, one by one, showed excited expressions and hurriedly followed.

The elder at the very back, as if he had thought of something, stopped in his tracks and looked at the crowd surrounding the temple.

"Today, the Xuanyang Taoist Temple is closed to the public. Please do not cause a commotion and disturb the honored guest."

Before the many officials and wealthy merchants could react, they were politely escorted out of the temple by the practitioners in red robes.

Seeing that the youth walking in front did not object, the crowd didn’t dare to resist and obediently followed the Taoists out of the temple.

At this moment, the differences brought about by wealth and power could not be discerned.

Even the Princess, who wished to follow Liang Hui, was politely asked to leave the temple.

As for offending so many people all at once,

Ha!

Before the face of immortality, all of these things are insignificant.

No one is a fool, and likewise, the nearly dying elders inside the temple are not fools either.

The purpose of Taoist Qing Cang’s visit to the temple, in their eyes, could only be a few things.

Inside a side hall of the temple, a table was filled with vegetarian dishes arrayed on a wooden table.

Each dish was exquisite, reflecting the care and intention of the chef.

"Elder, the temple is humble, and our hospitality may not be adequate," the leading elder said, his voice filled with apology.

He jogged to the side of the young man, pulled out a chair from under the table, and gestured for the youth to sit down.

"Your consideration is appreciated."

Liang Hui chuckled lightly, sat down on the chair, and began eating on his own.

After all, he had indeed grown hungry on his journey.

In the end, this body was merely at the limit of what the human world could reach; it still required food and nourishment.

The vegetarian dishes laid out on the table were quickly finished by the young man.

He stopped the elders who wanted to prepare more food.

Liang Hui stood up and pointed to the main hall next to them.

"I come on behalf of the Xuanyang Supreme Deity."

Boom!

At this moment, even though the many elders had made all kinds of predictions, their minds were still thrown into chaos.

The Xuanyang Supreme Deity was the divine figure enshrined within the Xuanyang Taoist Temple.

This Deity’s standing was so high that even within the mythical system of the Great Yu Dynasty, it was ranked among the top five.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Praise to the highest and most exalted Divine Lord of Exorcism with Mysterious Yang and Subtle Elements."

"It has been over a thousand years in the human world since we have received a divine decree from the Xuanyang Supreme Deity, and today we have received it once more."

....

The sounds of excitement continued to emanate from the many elders.

Liang Hui’s mouth curled into a smile as he watched the elders’ performance.

He stepped forward and entered the main hall, filled with vermilion that seemed to blaze like a fiery flame.

Looking up, a statue of an Emperor with an extraordinary martial presence appeared on the high platform.

The Emperor held a longsword, in a pose of subduing Mo, with a fiery python following behind him.

And Liang Hui, in an instant, sensed the abundant faith hidden within the statue.

’Not bad, it meets the requirements of faith.’

The young man whispered in his heart.