The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS-Chapter 1254 - 279: An Old Friend Returns

The morning sun shone into the Tianxuan Pavilion, illuminating the delicate face of the jade beauty on the bed.

Qing Yu got up, dressed, and bent down to kiss Xuanzhen on the forehead, whispering in her ear, "I need to go out for a while, I'll be back in half a month at the earliest, or a month at the most."

Xuanzhen, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, looking at Qing Yu quietly for a while before closing them again and saying, "Hmm."

She seemed to see a certain determination in Qing Yu's eyes, a determination that worried her.

But as a partner, she knew that what she needed to do most at this time was to support. All she could do was support.

"Don't worry, I will be back," Qing Yu casually planted a flag, turned around, and walked out of the Tianxuan Pavilion.

After a month, Qing Yu underwent adjustments and refinement, using the powerful Primordial Spirit of the Tao Realm to carry the millennia-old memories given by Emperor Qi Tian.

And what benefits did these millennia-old memories bring to Qing Yu?

Just by seeing Qing Yu decide to go out and confront those two, you would know.

Yes, Qing Yu was going to confront the Tao Ancestor and the Buddha Ancestor because he had gained countless insights and innumerable skills from the Buddha and Taoist Sects from the memories of Emperor Qi Tian.

Although he was the founder of the Demon Realm, Emperor Qi Tian had an in-depth understanding of the Buddha, Tao, and Confucian Sects. After all, he wagered with the Sun God on the outcome between the Demon Realm and the Three Sects, with the Three Sects being mere pawns of the Sun God.

This essentially completed Qing Yu's understanding of both Buddhism and Taoism, and made his Buddha, Tao, and Demon Three Souls Avatar almost perfect.

Moreover, thanks to this millennia-old memory, Qing Yu gained a deeper understanding of the "Divine's Move" and "Heavenly Extreme Holy Light," further solidifying his foundation.

However, the subjective consciousness in Emperor Qi Tian's memories was too deep, especially the lofty and indifferent divine thought, which affected even Qing Yu's eternal mental state.

As such, Qing Yu spent the past three days with Xuanzhen in the Tianxuan Pavilion, engaging in a somewhat ambiguous way to dilute his sense of alienation from the human world.

Now that he was refreshed, it was time to go out and visit friends.

First, he would go to the Western Regions. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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In the remote area of Shu Province, Yellow Sand City.

Situated near the Western Regions, Yellow Sand City was the first city encountered after entering the pass from the Western Regions. Years ago, when the predecessors of the Demon Buddha advanced with the crowd, this first city was enveloped by the Buddha Light, and on that day, all the citizens of Yellow Sand City were brainwashed by the Buddha Light, becoming the most faithful believers.

Later on, they paved the way with their corpses, allowing the Demon Buddha to manifest.

The people of Shu Province mostly perished during the Demon Buddha's chaos, and even a decade later, the area remained sparsely populated, especially in Yellow Sand City, near the Western Regions.

If not for the Buddha Ancestor entering the Western Regions later, Yellow Sand City might still be uninhabited to this day.

Although Yellow Sand City had occasional Buddhist disciples passing by in the past, their numbers were sparse; not like these past few days, where the crowds flowed in great numbers, sweeping away the city's desolation.

With more people came greater demand for food and drink, causing the few inns and restaurants in Yellow Sand City to be incredibly busy over the past two days, especially the inn on the east side of the city, where even the boss, Third Master Kong, came out to serve.

"Coming~"

Third Master Kong exaggeratedly dragged out his words, holding a bowl of plain noodles as he hurried towards the corner of the inn, "This Taoist... Taoist..."

Third Master Kong felt quite puzzled as to why a Taoist came to an area frequented by Buddhist disciples. Didn't he know that next door was the current headquarters of the Buddhist Sect?

So when the plain noodles were served, he intended to personally meet the daring Taoist.

However, when he truly met him, he wanted to go back and slap his own attendant twice and then fire him immediately.

The person had a yin and yang pattern on their clothes, but that didn't mean he was a Taoist. Where was the horsetail whisk, the Daoist crown, or the straw sandals? Without these, what kind of Taoist was this?

More importantly, what Taoist dared to have white hair? Was he not afraid of being beaten to death by his own people?

Everyone knew that the deadliest enemy of the current Taoist Sect, the leader of the Mystical Sect, had white hair, and any Taoist daring to imitate him would be suspected of being an undercover agent from the Mystical Sect.

Regardless, seeing a person with white hair made Third Master Kong avoid them entirely.

Hence, Third Master Kong's steps suddenly halted, turning smoothly as if without inertia and sneaking away.

Yet, when he turned around, he found himself face-to-face with the white-haired figure, with the bowl of plain noodles being handed right in front of him.

"Long time no see."

The white-haired Xuan Venerate took the plain noodles, gently picked up the noodles, and brought them to his mouth, "Kong Xuankong."

Once an influential subordinate under Imperial Princess Shengde Chengtian and considered the most promising to enter the Supreme Sword Path as the 'Universal Blade Lord,' Kong Xuankong was now just the boss of an unremarkable inn in Yellow Sand City.

Oh, and by the way, the inn's hostess bore a striking resemblance to the Jiang Family Patriarch's Wife from back then.

"Yes, long time no see," Kong Xuankong forced a smile more painful than crying, "Xuan Venerate."

He had been hiding from this person for over a decade, fleeing to this remote place near the Western Regions, yet somehow never eluded him, encountering once more over ten years later.

"How many years has it been since we last met, eleven? Or twelve years?" Qing Yu asked while eating the noodles.

"Thirteen years, Xuan Venerate," Kong Xuankong smiled with extreme bitterness.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't have hidden here. This is the closest place to the Western Regions, and one day, I would have come here. Hiding here isn't wise."

Qing Yu finished the noodles in a few bites, sipped the steaming soup, and said, "Go to the Divine Capital. At least there, it's safe."

He stood up, "Consider the residency permit in the Divine Capital as my payment for the noodles. I must confess, I haven't handled money in years."

"By the way, the sooner the better."

In Kong Xuankong's incredulous gaze, this person left just like an old friend catching up for a while before directly leaving.

His arrival and departure did not alarm anyone except Kong Xuankong, not even the packed hall of Buddhists noticed the arrival and departure of their deadly foe's leader, even with Qing Yu's standout attire and aura.

It was as if he didn't exist, making everyone who saw him spontaneously erase related memories.

If not for the still warm bowl of noodle soup, Kong Xuankong might have considered it all an illusion, a dream.

But now...

Kong Xuankong shot up as if sitting on hot coals, smashing through the ceiling and breaking through a few walls to enter his own bedroom.

"We need to go," he said urgently, "to the Divine Capital."

Qing Yu's earlier words were crystal clear, advising Kong Xuankong to go to the Divine Capital immediately.

Because not far from this place...

A battle was about to occur that might not spare even those in the Divinity Realm.