Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 609 6: Wanderer, Lady, Demonic Sect (Part 2)

This is the Immortal Family 'guiding' him.

That young man is not to be trifled with.

The Northern Immortal Family can be considered half 'orthodox', not to be viewed as mere mountain spirits or demons.

Underlings of the Myriad Spirits.

The young man's identity is also somewhat of his half-ancestor. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, letting him find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Lu Shanjun is fierce.

He occupied a mountain top, and others dared not approach, but seeing the boy look so approachable, others could not help but feel tempted. Getting wet at the foot of the mountain was certainly not as good as finding a better spot on the mountain, where they could also overlook the surroundings.

So, some people started approaching, also wanting to find an available spot.

At this moment, a long howl resounded.

Amidst the wind and rain, a person flew across the air. His Qinggong was not profound, but strong enough to do wonders. He stood tall, his long hair tied casually, resembling a wandering Ranger, with an unremarkable iron sword on his back and a fiery red wine gourd hanging at his waist.

After landing, the man clasped his fists toward Duncan in a gesture of respect, looking surprised and couldn't help but praise, "Young brother, what a handsome face."

Handsome is probably a combination of being cool and beautiful.

This man spoke with a slight northwestern accent, and since he praised Duncan's looks as soon as he landed, Duncan couldn't help but respond, nodding with a fist salute.

The man seemed about twenty years old, with an open, straightforward demeanour. He randomly found a spot to sit down and drink, the wine aroma rising as if it were poison, yet he didn't care and said loudly, "I am Fu Jianhan."

"Young brother, your physique is quite good. Would you like a cup to warm yourself up?"

The young man shook his head.

The person was not short on words, drinking on his own, gazing into the mountain stream, and asked, "May I ask your honorable name, brother?"

Seeing the man so lively, the young man replied, "Dunkun."

The name didn't mean much to him, but his human form's real name was Duncan, and the change to Kunpeng's Kun was just right. Speaking of which, breaking down the character Kun had some compatibility with his nature.

If he wanted to retire one day, Kunlun Mountain could be considered.

——Northern Wanderer - Fu Jianhan (Sword Heart Clarity) (Innocent Heart) (Wine God's Curse) (Four-Star Gold).

This man's marks were all golden.

Unlike others, although his strength was not yet top-notch, each mark on him was exceptional indeed.

This might indeed be an encounter with a person of great fate.

Fu Jianhan was very talkative. He glanced at the distant disciples going out to ride and still found the young brother pleasing. He pulled out a peanut wrapped in oil paper from his bosom, drinking wine and cracking peanuts while gazing into the depths of the mountain stream, saying, "I just returned from the north. I heard a flood dragon is about to emerge here, so I rushed eight hundred miles through the night to arrive."

"Young brother."

"What's the situation here now?"

The young man glanced at him and said indifferently, "A mountain torrent just erupted, and there's no movement yet."

The man nodded casually, "I have no intention of competing for any rare treasures and am not particularly interested in the flood dragon, but it would be a pity not to witness such a grand event."

He seemed to be here just to watch the spectacle.

This person was very straightforward in words and actions, much like a sword himself, going straight without twists, which matched the young man's tastes well and seemed alike with Lu Shanjun.

Indeed, similarity attracts similarity; people with similar temperaments easily spot each other.

The wind and rain came in waves.

The handsome young man did not stop outsiders, and so several groups of people ascended the mountain, each occupying a spot without disturbing each other, involving people from all three teachings and nine schools. Soon, there were more than ten people on the mountain top.

The young man did not refuse any comers.

With their heads delivered right before him, if there were some clueless ones later, he'd gladly use them for practice.

His Qinggong was deplorable, so why refuse those delivered to his doorstep?

Fu Jianhan, as if having become quite familiar with him, actually dozed off beside the young man. His talk of rushing through the night for eight hundred miles didn't seem false; he indeed looked like he hadn't slept for days.

This person also had great courage!

Just then, a peculiar fragrance started permeating through the light rain, and the people around seemed to smell something, immediately holding their breath, the disciple going out held a Magic Formula in hand, a giant serpent's shadow coiled around him, turning into a snake breath in an instant.

This person's strength must have been quite special, blending in with a bunch of Jianghu people, yet was purely a mage.

But here in the East, even mages must know how to swing a sword.

"Hehe!"

"What a handsome young lad!"

"Come to elder sister here."

A strange fragrant breeze swept in, several figures appeared in the drizzle. Their Qinggong was remarkable; these women had enchanting appearances, their clothes revealing slightly, adding allure once moistened by rain. The leading one wore a veil, dressed in a moon-white palace gown with long sleeves fluttering, her feet barely touching the ground, the raindrops seemingly shaken off by Qi Force, maintaining her enchanting immortal stance among the crowd.

Her shadow lightly floated atop a wildflower, her Qinggong startling everyone, almost like walking on air. The enchanting women following her had varied expressions, some dressed as matrons, some as young girls, and even a maid like a concubine from a brothel holding a pipa.

This alluring woman was dressed in a luxurious palace outfit, her eyes carried seductive allure, peach blossoms flourishing, her gaze scanning the crowd and landing on the handsome young man at the mountain peak; her eyes lit up instantly, lightly laughing, "Such pure Primordial Yang fiery essence."

"Really makes one crave intensely."

"This palace lacks a guardian child, young lad, are you interested in cultivation with me?"

The young man slightly squinted upon hearing this.

But before he could speak, the napping Fu Jianhan stood up, lazily stretching and saying, "Where did this old hen come from, clucking and cackling, smelling like a demonic fox."

"Eh?"

"Turns out it's Lady Jade Face!… I wondered why this fox charm smell was so pungent!…"