Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 417 - 306 To all below, watch me in the azure heavens!_2
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"Gentlemen, rise from the ground,"
"This humble Daoist, in the midst of the azure sky!!!"
"This… This is a grandmaster, a once-in-a-lifetime supreme expert."
"Compared to this person, the True Monarchs who came before are mere fireflies’ light; with such a display of power, I fear he is already a late-stage True Monarch in the path of enlightenment."
"It seems that my Jianxie Sect is about to flourish, as even such a grandmaster has come to pay homage to my Jianxie Sect, wishing to join the Group of Stellar Swords." Brother Li was shocked as he looked towards the silhouette who was rapidly approaching from the horizon, murmuring to himself involuntarily.
While the disciples guarding the mountain gazed up at the sky, amidst the rolling sea of clouds, Yi Chen was also looking down at Kun Xu Mountain, the Jianxie Sect.
It must be said, the scenery of Kun Xu Mountain is truly incomparably beautiful, pleasing to the eye and invigorating to the spirit.
Even with his experience, he had to admit that it surpassed the scenery of Falling Dragon Mountain at the Hidden Dragon Temple…. Explore more stories with novelbuddy
"But what of it?"
"The chestnut forest in the back mountain of the Hidden Dragon Temple has unparalleled scenery in the world."
"Kun Xu Mountain, tainted!"
With a single thought, Yi Chen propelled himself from ten thousand meters, plummeting towards the ground at high speed.
The roaring sound and the majestic golden Extreme Origin Qi that slowly pulsed around Yi Chen’s body created violent friction as they descended, shrieking through the air, leaving a long-lasting, slender trail of smoke in the vast sky and sea of clouds, like a plane skimming the clouds and leaving a trail.
Boom!
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The sound, like a giant wave, crashed fiercely against the surrounding disciples who guarded the mountain, the massive air wave pushing nine of them into flight.
One unfortunate soul was even flung against a massive rock bearing the Jianxie Sect’s insignia; his head tilted, eyes bulging out, and he was clearly not going to survive.
His body slowly slid down, leaving a bloody streak on the black rock, adding a sinister touch to the boulder.
Amidst the billowing dust, a muscular Daoist of purple-gold rose, his knees slightly bent, rising steadily.
"How dare you, who are you? To come visiting and descend in such a manner, do you think the Spirit Swords in the hands of our Jianxie Sect Master are dull?"
Several red-clad disciples, knocked to the ground by the shock wave and vomiting blood, couldn’t help but express their rage, cursing towards the center of the dusty whirlwind.
Only the leading Brother Li’s face was solemn, and without a word, his thoughts shifted, and a vermilion Jade Talisman was secretly clutched in his palm.
In the midst of the billowing dust, a towering purple-gold figure over five meters tall slowly emerged; first the ferocious tiger tattoos on both arms, then the restless blue-colored violent ox on his chest and abdomen, and lastly, part of a fierce dragon’s tail stealthily peeked out from his back.
A giant shadow loomed over the many disciples who guarded the mountain, and for a moment, those cursing disciples seemed as if their dumb acupoints had been pressed in unison, and they all fell silent.
"What are you dogs barking for?"
"Seeing me, the Hidden Dragon Daoist, why don’t you bow?"
As his voice fell, all disciples, except Brother Li, suddenly burst into flames and, within a second, were nothing but ash.
"Elder... What elder from the Eastern Continent demon sect has visited us in secret? Please leave your name, and I will report it immediately," Brother Li said, his voice trembling, forcing himself to speak despite the fearful scene.
No sooner had he spoken than he was met with a light slap to the face, and his mouth filled with broken teeth.
"Blind dog, did you not understand what this humble Daoist just said?"
"Can’t you see that this old man just referred to himself as ’this humble Daoist?’ What nonsense about a demon sect’s secluded elder; I am of the Taoist lineage, the Hidden Dragon Daoist."
As if in a daze, Brother Li saw the purple-gold figure with moving tiger tattoos on all three arms squatting before him, a pair of indifferent eyes fixated on him.
His mouth twitched, and against his conscience, he muttered, "Yes, Hidden Dragon… Daoist."
Before he could finish, a broken wooden box had already been thrust into his arms.
"This is my gift of homage. I have urgent matters to discuss with your True Monarch. Go and seek an audience with haste. Rest assured, once the Sect Master sees the gift of my visit, he will surely recognize my sincerity and come down to meet me," Yi Chen said, his lips curving into a smirk, "You may also crush the Jade Talisman in your hand to see who can move faster."
Four and a half seconds later, Yi Chen watched the Li surnamed cultivator sprinting towards the mountain summit, his smile growing even brighter.
He had run furiously for three days to arrive in the vicinity.
And today marked the sixth day since he left.
The extra three days he spent were naturally for gathering information nearby.
How could the Yi Taoist engage in an unprepared battle?
To be caught off-guard and have to run away with tail between legs would make Yi Chengzi look rather foolish.
Strategically despise the opponent, but tactically value them — this has always been the guiding principle of Yi Taoist’s actions — never bluff without being sure.
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He had already gone to various places around the area to inquire, and it turns out that the master of the Jianxie Sect had indeed achieved a breakthrough to the jie dao realm only within the last ten years.
Beneath the jie dao, all are ants, how could he, Yi Chengzi, possibly fear besiegement?
Since that is the case, facing a one-on-one duel, why should he fear anything? He must finish her off.
Once having stepped into the jie dao realm, he had become the elephant in the room, no longer able to conceal himself; it was also time for him to step out from behind the curtains and onto the stage.
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A moment before.
Beneath the golden fruit tree.
"I must say, Taoist Wusheng, you truly have great courage, advancing to the jie dao realm with a spirit ghost alongside your sword and now seeking to practice the art of Spirit Subduer. Consuming the sword and mastering spirit, you plan to abandon the flesh and transform into a supreme divine sword, aiming to assault the ultimate realm of the Jianxie Sect’s sword annals. Such ingenious thinking and boldness are truly enough to shame any man."
"As the Sect Master has said, then let it be as agreed." The goat-bearded gentleman said with a beaming smile, clearly having received the conditions he desired.
"Taoist Ling has recently achieved the grand ceremony of a True Monarch in the jie dao realm. I had urgent matters and unfortunately missed it. I heard that Taoist Ling has accepted a disciple with astonishing talent and steadfast heart, who has incredibly transferred his own spiritual intelligence to a remarkable thunder spirit corpse. All that stands between him and the rank of True Monarch is but the final step."
"Our Jianxie Sect has little of value to offer apart from a Spirit Fruit tree that is still presentable. I shall gift a piece of Spirit Gold Fruit, in hopes of aiding your disciple, Brother Ling’s breakthrough."
Wusheng Sword Mother’s eyes flashed with a strange light as she looked at the colorfully dressed man behind the goat-bearded gentleman and spoke with a smile, obviously having obtained what she wanted as well.
The so-called Thunder Spirit Corpse is a strange body struck by heavenly lightning nine times without losing its vitality, teeming with highly concentrated malevolent energy. It requires chance, luck, and firmness of heart to seize control of such a body. Even with Wusheng Sword Mother’s cultivation in the jie dao realm, she couldn’t help but giving it an extra glance.
"May I ask what name this disciple of Brother Ling goes by? In the future, the world will surely have a place for him."
"Taoist Wusheng flatters me. This disciple is from the Central Continent who, by a twist of fate, arrived in our Eastern Continent and was taken under my wing. He is called Shi Shouming;"
"Shouming, why don’t you quickly greet True Monarch Wusheng? This Spirit Gold Fruit bears fruit once every three hundred years, each time yielding just two. Such a gift cannot be considered light."
Seeing the joy on Ling Xudu’s face, Wusheng Sword Mother also couldn’t help but reveal a smile of delight in her eyes.
The essence of gift-giving lies in bringing joy to others.
Given Ling Xudu’s status within the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, ordinary treasures could no longer catch his eye, but gifting the gold fruit to help his disciple breach the next level was indeed most fitting.
Speaking of the Spirit Gold Fruit tree, the Wusheng Sword Mother couldn’t help but show pride on her face as she slowly stood up and began to introduce the golden tree:
"This tree was personally planted by the third-generation ancestor of our Jianxie Sect; it grows an inch every ten years, and now stands tall and wide like… a shelter."
Just at this moment, Wusheng Sword Mother’s face suddenly underwent a drastic change, as a panicked figure with a wooden box in hand rushed over. Simultaneously, a golden light rapidly spread from the foot of the mountain.
Boom!
There was a sudden explosion.
Where the Spirit Gold Fruit tree had previously stood tall, now there was only a bare stump left.
Everyone, including Ling Xudu, stood up abruptly, looking towards the foot of the mountain.
"Sect… Sect Master, a demonic figure has come to pay respects to the mountain, and this is the offering he presented." Brother Li stuttered as he presented the wooden box.
Under Wusheng Sword Mother’s icy command, Brother Li opened the box, and the head of someone who died with eyes wide open appeared before them — if not the head of the amorous young master, then whose could it be?
A man must be true to his word; Yi Chen said he would deliver a gift of respect to the mountain, he certainly couldn’t honor a promise with dishonesty.
"Ah! I will surely kill this person." Atop the mountain peak, a ferocious Sword Qi surged towards the sky.
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"Observing the anomaly, spot on!"
"Without that fellow surnamed Li leading the way, how could I, the Taoist, accurately execute half a move of Lingxiao’s ultimate skill to hit where Wusheng Sword Mother resided?"
"You should know that the mists in these mountains are caused by formations, full of confusion and concealment, obscuring anomalies."
At the base of the mountain, Yi Chen stood holding a halberd.
Who said the one to pay respects to the mountain must ascend? Does Taoist Yi have the habit of going up a mountain to meet with others?
There are multitudinous formations on the mountain; riling up Wusheng Sword Mother and luring her into a one-on-one fight below was the safer bet.
"Damn it! Yi Chengzi, why are you so clever."
"We from Hidden Dragon Temple, have our own way of paying respects to a mountain!"
Seeing the fierce Sword Qi rising to the sky above the mountain peak, Yi Chen knew that his task was accomplished.
