Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 178 A large white tiger, claws pointing east, carrying...

"This humble Taoist, Lü Qian, greets my master, senior master, and junior master."

Lu Qian jumped off the white tiger, took the blue cloth bundle handed to him by Zhou Meng, and bowed to the three of them.

Regardless, this time, Huangliang Yimeng's seniority is indeed higher than before, even a generation higher than Master Yunlong.

"Um."

The three of them watched as Lü Qian, who was about the same age as them, respectfully bowed to them as a junior. At first, they were a little at a loss, but they still nodded and accepted the bow.

"Master, please take a seat with me."

Lu Qian opened the blue cloth bundle in his hand, and after confirming that his ordination certificate was correct, he walked towards Baihu, facing the short Zhou Meng.

"roar."

The white tiger glanced at the slender Zhou Meng, let out a lazy roar, and looked to the side with its head tilted back.

But when it saw Lü Qian shaking the whisk in his hand, it reluctantly lowered itself so that Zhou Meng could climb on top of it.

"Master, please."

"This...this is a bit against the rules, isn't it? After all, it's your mount, and I can't just take what belongs to someone else."

Zhou Meng glanced at the white tiger lying on its limbs, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes, but the white tiger's sharp claws and teeth still made him hesitant to approach.

"What's wrong with this, junior brother? You're just taking your good fortune for granted."

Seeing Zhou Meng waving his hands, hesitant to step forward, Zhou Sheng felt a bittersweet envy welling up inside him. "Riding a tiger, and a white tiger at that! Tell me, how many people throughout history have ever done that?"

He reached out a hand from the tattered sleeve of his robe and stealthily touched the white tiger's glossy fur, but before he could get close, the white tiger spit out a disgusted breath at him.

"roar!"

"Wow, your mount is really intelligent."

Zhou Sheng glanced at the white tiger's sharp claws and teeth, then carefully put his hands back into his sleeves. "Nephew, your master doesn't have the guts to enjoy this, so why don't you let your uncle do it for you?"

"Go to hell, you big monkey, you'd better just walk with me properly."

Hong Yin suppressed the envy in her eyes, turned around, grabbed Zhou Sheng's Taoist robe, and pulled him away into the distance without saying a word.

"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't even tried out this once-in-a-lifetime mount yet..."

The two shouted and pulled each other as they walked away into the distance, leaving only Lü Qian and his apprentice Zhou Meng behind.

Unable to resist Lü Qian's enthusiasm, Zhou Meng finally mounted the white tiger with some embarrassment, while Lü Qian sat astride him at an angle behind him.

"Tiger, it's time to walk."

The white silk of the whisk tapped the white tiger's rump, and Lü Qian instructed the white tiger to follow the footsteps of the two people in front of it towards Wudang Mountain.

"roar."

The white tiger stood up and roared, its loud roar echoing in all directions. It then strode away into the distance with its four paws moving rapidly.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

Lu Qian and his companion sat on the tiger's back, and a gentle breeze swept around them, making Zhou Meng feel as if he were riding the wind.

"A large white tiger, its paws pointing east, carries a master and his disciples on its back..."

The figures of the four men and the tiger gradually disappeared along the path, heading towards Wudang Mountain.

……

"In the end, it was still too slow."

The moment Lü Qian accepted the Wudang ordination certificate, all the Taoist and Buddhist sects that had been locked in a stalemate across various regions fell silent, for the outcome was already clear.

Ultimately, they should go back to whichever family they belong to.

The ordination certificate not only served as proof of identity, but also symbolized which lineage a person belonged to, assigning a place to the holder.

Previously, the various Taoist sects that were going to participate in the competition wanted to hand over their sect's ordination certificates to Lü Qian before Wudang could, so that he could be registered under their sect.

As for the Buddhists, their idea was to meet with Lü Qian, guide him along the way, and establish a good relationship.

But in the end, fate intervened, and Lü Qian, who belonged to Wudang, was taken back by Wudang.

On the Yellow River, the originally pervasive Three Corpse Demon Flames vanished without a trace, and the thin mist on the Yangtze River also dissipated.

"Amitabha Buddha, things happen by chance and cannot be forced."

Master Du Hui of the three temples of Putuo sighed, and led his disciples, whose faces were bruised and swollen, to turn the boat around and return along the original route.

"What you mean by 'cannot be forced' is ultimately because you didn't calculate carefully enough and weren't decisive enough in your actions."

Qingxu of Maoshan hung the jade seal and jade talisman back on his back. "If you ask me, no matter if he's from Wudang or the Celestial Master's Mansion, just blindly rush in. I don't believe we can't accomplish great things."

He stood at the bow of the boat, dusting off his robe sleeves that were soaked with water mist. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he was in a very pleasant mood.

"Master, you are truly brilliant. You secretly let us bring the [Supreme Altar Jade Tablet] with us, bullying the weak with your superior strength. This underhanded tactic is truly ingenious."

"Screw your underhanded tricks, you clueless idiot."

The smile that Qingxu Daoist had been wearing was interrupted by the words of his two disciples. Black lines appeared on his forehead. "What do you mean by bullying the weak? This is called being prepared for any eventuality."

"Also, be smarter in the future. Regardless of whether there's a connection or not, just rush in and grab a bite first."

"At worst, I can just hide in Maoshan. Even the Celestial Master wouldn't dare to come here. Whether it's fate or not is up to me to decide."

"Alright, now that the wind and water have risen, it's time for us to head back to the mountain."

After imparting his experience, Qingxu Daoist threw out a yellow talisman, and a gust of wind and waves immediately appeared on the river, blowing the three people's small boat into the distance.

……

At the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing's hand, which was flipping through the classics, suddenly stopped, and the smiling expression on his face immediately fell.

"Well, Zhiwei was late, but it's not his fault. Longhu Mountain is just far away."

He closed the book with a hint of regret and carefully put it back under the bed. "I just hope that big mouth can outrun its own words someday."

"Hopefully he'll be more efficient next time, so that the food isn't snatched away before it's even on the table."

After putting away his treasured books, Zhang Jingqing opened the door and walked outside. He looked at the ever-changing, ethereal white clouds in the sky and sighed.

"If you're slow at one step, you'll be slow at every step."

"Master Zuo, the journey is difficult. I wish you a smooth one."

……

At this moment, Zuo Ruotong fully activated the Reverse Life Triple Realm, his whole being like a wisp of drifting smoke, flashing and rushing along the road, with mountains and rivers constantly passing by in his field of vision.

Although Zuo Ruotong didn't know what was in Qin, judging from the actions of the various factions, it was definitely not a simple opportunity. As for whether that thing would be useful to the Sanyi Sect, he would wait until he saw it to see for himself; he was gambling on this slim chance.

Call him mad or insane as you may, but he is willing to do it all for the sake of the San Yi Sect!

One of the world's most outstanding talents traveled day and night, reaching a speed much faster than traveling a thousand miles a day. Three days later, he encountered the four people returning to Wudang on a path leading to the Qinling Mountains.

"The Left Master of the Sanyi Sect is right in front of me. I have a final letter from the former Sect Leader of the Sanyi Sect to deliver to the Left Master."

As Lu Qian straddled the white tiger, a flash of golden-red light appeared in his eyes, and he shouted as he stared at the meteor rushing towards him from the road ahead.

The white meteor had no intention of lingering; in a flash, it had already passed the four people and sped away into the distance.

As soon as Lü Qian finished speaking, the white meteor changed direction and flashed back towards the four of them.

"Is what you say true, young friend?"

Gentle breezes, carried by white meteors, blew towards the four people and the tiger. The hazy white mist gradually dissipated, and the white meteors slowly revealed their true forms.

Then, Zuo Ruotong, ethereal and otherworldly, stepped out from the white qi. His white robes billowed in the surging qi, making him appear like a celestial being in the mortal world.

"Exactly."

Lu Qian nodded, took the bundle made of white robe from behind him, and tossed it to Zuo Ruotong.

"The path leads from the Qinling Mountains. On the way, I encountered a white tiger wearing a Taoist robe leading the way. Out of curiosity, I followed the white tiger into a mountain cave."

"Inside the cave, there was a white robe, a suicide note, and a document explaining the situation."

As he spoke, he pulled out the letter and the folded paper from his pocket.

"Thank you very much, young friend."

Zuo Ruotong didn't want to delay. He quickly opened the letter, and his eyes, which had been shining with a hazy blue light, immediately dimmed. As time passed, the ethereal white energy gradually dissipated.

"So, this is the destiny of the Trinity Sect?"

After reading the letter, Zuo Ruotong lost her usual humility and affability, her face became indifferent, and her Triple Rebirth, which she had been fully activating, reverted to its previous state.

"Thank you very much, young friend."

Zuo Ruotong carefully put away the letter, thanked Lü Qian, and said, "I have other important matters to attend to, so I won't delay any longer."

As he spoke, he moved swiftly along the path, adjusted his position, and rushed towards the Fujian region.

On the other side, the three Wudang disciples watched as Lü Qian calmly finished his conversation with Zuo Ruotong, and they looked at him with some astonishment.

"Nephew, do you know who that was just now? That was the Great Ying Immortal, Zuo Ruotong!"

Which cultivator hasn't longed for the extraordinary beauty of someone like Zuo Ruotong?

The name of Zuo Ruotong, the Great Immortal of Daying, was highly revered by the younger generation of Taoists in this era.

"I know, but so what? We're all just passersby on our journeys."

Lu Qian nodded without saying anything more. He patted the white tiger and said, "Let's go. I haven't met the advisor yet."

Now that the debts of the Sanyi Sect have been repaid, the rest will be settled once he returns to Wudang. He will then head down the mountain towards the northeast.

This era is not lacking in passionate people, but perhaps having a Taoist priest named Xuan Yang would be better.