Chapter 56

At this moment, the sound of hooves clopping approached.

The red horse behind Zeng Yinyin suddenly neighed loudly, filled with joy. She couldn't help but be startled: "Isn't that... Yanzhirou? Xiaodie, Xiaodie!"

Her horse was named Yanzhirou, and Xiaodie's horse, Yanzhifire, was of the same breed. They had grown up together since they were young, like sisters, and could sense each other's presence from afar.

"Miss, Miss!" Xiaodie was as fiery as ever, shouting from a distance, "Madam said everyone should head to Yunmu Town now."

"Yunmu Town?" Everyone was taken aback.

Shenmu, Songmu, and Yunmu were the three towns of Shennong. Shenmu was in the west, Songmu in the east, and Yunmu in the south, each about twenty miles from the other two, forming an approximate equilateral triangle.

To get to Yunmu Town from here, they would need to head northwest, but it wasn't too far.

"Why are we gathering there?" a few of them wondered, "Those few were heading northeast."

As they spoke, Xiaodie's mount had already approached.

"What did Madam say about going to Yunmu Town?" Zeng Yinyin asked on behalf of the group.

"Apparently, the Lord has arrived in Yunmu Town, so everyone is asked to go and pay respects."

"What? The Lord personally came to the Shennong Forest?" Everyone was greatly surprised. For decades, no matter what major events occurred, the Lord had never left the Five Creeks. Why was he so enthusiastic this time?

"Indeed." Xiaodie's face was slightly flushed, and her warm breath was a result of the long journey.

Zeng Yinyin looked at Tang Nanzhu and Sheng Chang.

"Alright!" Tang Nanzhu agreed readily, "We'll go now."

Sheng Chang looked at Tan Santuan: "Tan Jingfu, you..."

Tan Santuan coldly replied: "He's your Lord, not mine. Don't lump us together." He turned to leave with Tan Xiong.

Xiaodie hurriedly said: "Lord Tan, the Lord hopes you will come too. He wants to discuss matters concerning your nephew, Tan Yu."

Tan Santuan was slightly stunned: "Discuss matters about Xiao Yu?"

"Yes. The Lord said she met with Old Lady Tan before coming here."

Tan Santuan was greatly surprised, his thick brows furrowed. Seeing that Xiaodie didn't seem to be lying, he thought for a moment.

"Alright, I'll go with you."

Tang Nanzhu nodded, and after a brief discussion, they left two people to continue gathering information about the gathering of heroes like Wang Yue and Shi Huang, and led the rest of the group toward Yunmu Town in the north.

...

In the golden morning mist, the snow-covered mountains stretched out.

Tan Yu and Wang Yue were wandering up the dangerous path, with only these two sensations remaining.

"Truly a magnificent Laojun Mountain, indeed it is high and steep!" Wang Yue praised casually.

"Of course, it's the second highest peak in Central China, and we've only climbed halfway!" Tan Yu, out of breath, muttered to himself.

This was Laojun Mountain in the Shennong area.

There were many mountains named Laojun Mountain in the world, such as the Laojun Mountain in Luoyang, Huailai, Mianyang, and Lijiang, most of which had some connection to the founder of Daoism, Laozi. The Laojun Mountain in Shennong was also said to be where the ancient Supreme Elder often refined elixirs, hence its name.

Laojun Mountain was only a few hundred meters shorter in altitude than the highest peak, Shennong Peak, but its steepness was several times greater, which was why Wang Yue, who had just conquered Shennong Peak, had this impression.

He looked at Tan Yu, seeing his throat move but no sound coming out, and remembered, smiling, "I'll give you a hand!"

In an instant, Tan Yu felt the pressure from the rapid ascent, such as the air pressure and humidity, suddenly lessen.

"Cough! Cough!" Tan Yu coughed twice, realizing he could speak normally again, and was very pleased, "Old Wang, you're so powerful, you must be a master at the Transformation Realm, right?"

"Hmm?" Wang Yue didn't expect Tan Yu's first words after being freed to be this question, "How did you know?"

"Once, a little earlier than now, my master took me to Wudang Mountain to see the sunrise from the Golden Summit, and I had the same feeling. So I took a bold guess."

"Oh, your master is from Wudang, is he Master Zhang Xuan?"

"Indeed, it's him. Do you know him, Old Wang?"

"I've heard of his great name but have never had the chance to meet him. After the Shennong Auction, I would be very willing to visit Master Zhang. Would you be willing to introduce me?"

"Unfortunately, my master left a few days ago." Tan Yu's original intention was just to inform Wang Yue of his lineage and casually hint at his future position as the second-generation leader, to slightly elevate his status in their conversation. He didn't expect Wang Yue to be interested and actually want to meet his master, which made him feel a bit discouraged—Wang Yue didn't take him seriously at all!

"Did he go to Dongchuan?"

Tan Yu was startled. Dongchuan referred to Hanzhong, and he didn't expect Wang Yue to guess correctly. He thought, "It seems he is also very clear about my master's true identity."

Wang Yue, seeing Tan Yu's surprise, smiled, "Master Zhang Xuan is one of the rare high-ranking Daoists in the world. How could I not know a little about him? However, I have no interest in the internal disputes of your master's sect."

Tan Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Yue's meaning was that the dispute between Zhang Xun and Zhang Lu over the leadership of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect had nothing to do with him.

"Old Wang, who is that Zhao Song?"

"Oh, him, he's known as the 'Yellow Turban Spear King.' His level of skill is not below mine or Lord Shi's." Wang Yue didn't hide this.

"Yellow Turban Spear King?" Tan Yu's eyes widened, "There are such figures among the Yellow Turbans?"

Wang Yue chuckled, "In the past, General Zhang Jue had millions of followers, spread across the eight provinces of Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Yu, divided into thirty-six large groups and six to seven thousand smaller ones, each led by a commander. They were full of talent. Why do you look down on them so much?"

Tan Yu smiled awkwardly. He felt that when the Yellow Turbans first rose, their momentum was immense, but within a year, Zhang Jue died and the rebellion was defeated, making significant contributions to the rise of Cao Cao and Liu Bei. Subconsciously, he had looked down on them a bit.

"At the height of the Yellow Turbans, there were four great combat kings, ranking above the commanders of the large groups. This Spear King was one of them. I suspect he might be a strong figure from the Zhao family of Zhending."

"The Zhao family of Zhending?"

"Yes, the Zhao family of Zhending has been known for generations for their spear techniques. Their unique spear skills are extremely sophisticated, and their lineage is as comprehensive and advanced as mine, the Zidian Sect. In recent generations, they have produced many strong figures. I suspect this Zhao Song is from the Zhao family."

"If he is from a prestigious family, why did he join the Yellow Turbans?"

"Ha, what does it matter if he is from a prestigious family? In the past, when the Yellow Turbans swept across the land, countless officials, soldiers, eunuchs, and nobles joined them. The variety of people involved was immense, not just the Zhao family."

"I've learned my lesson!" Tan Yu admitted his mistake.

"Your pulse is strong and solid, and you have now entered the Hidden Realm. This is a time when you can make rapid progress, but remember, haste makes waste. Be cautious and avoid rushing."

Tan Yu thought for a long time. How could he make rapid progress and not rush at the same time?

"Old Wang, do you mean I should proceed step by step and maintain balance?"

Wang Yue smiled, "Indeed, you are a smart child!"

Tan Yu thought, "Of course, you don't know where I come from."

"By the way, now that you have entered the Hidden Realm, you can learn the secret sound transmission technique."

This sentence felt strange to Tan Yu. It didn't seem to come from outside his ears but rather as if someone was directly projecting it into his mind.

Is this the secret sound transmission technique? Without seeing Wang Yue's mouth move, the sound was clearly transmitted to his eardrums.

It's like a top-secret, high-end phone!

However, who should he learn this from? His teacher? He's in Hanzhong. Shi Huang? He's busy. Wang Yue? He's only known him for less than a day and has only met him twice. It wouldn't be appropriate.

"Yes, thank you, Old Wang, for your guidance." He thanked him verbally but felt a bit worried about the secret sound transmission technique.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind...

In his mind, a strange thought appeared: "This scene feels so familiar!"

...

I woke up late... It's rare for me to sleep in on a Sunday. It's the first of the month, and everyone is competing for monthly votes. Let's get some votes too!

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