Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1801 - 1810: Putuo Temple Surrounded

Wang Ye’s face suddenly turned blue, and he spoke coldly.

"This Hui Xing lacks ability but desires to be a hero. Such a cultivator can go die."

Tang Xuan felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.

Is the Sect Master really this cold-blooded?

At this moment, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed ten thousand times with a steel knife.

"Let him die outside. I, the Sect Master, need to participate in the competition tomorrow, and the other Peak Masters must compete too. The disciples from other peaks have to prepare for tomorrow’s competition; there’s no idler to rescue him."

After speaking, Wang Ye turned and left with an icy expression.

Tang Xuan witnessed this, feeling a heart-wrenching pain, the Sect Master was too ruthless.

Since the Sect Master wouldn’t go for the rescue, then I should go.

As for tomorrow’s victory or defeat, while important, it’s not more important than human life.

Immediately, he transformed into a golden light and shot towards Southern Sea Village.

"Disciple, you must hold on, Master is almost there."

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Southern Sea has frozen, snowflakes are falling as far as the eye can see.

The cold wind roared like a fierce beast.

The pervasive chill enveloped Southern Sea Village.

Blood flowed like rivers within the village, the ground covered with countless white bones.

Only within a rundown temple were a few points of light emanating.

Cold wind blew into the house through the windows.

Inside the house, many villagers huddled together, their faces filled with fear.

A fire was burning in the house, and the crowd squeezed together for warmth.

Hui Xing was among them, his eyes full of compassion as he looked to the windows and walls.

Golden talisman papers were pasted on the walls and windows.

A few Demon Path Disciples, wearing blood-red robes, their lips purple and full of killing intent, approached the rundown temple, only to be repelled by the talisman papers glowing with golden light.

Hui Xing saw the Demon Path Disciples forced back by the talisman formation but could not be happy.

Now in Southern Sea Village, only this Putuo Temple is safe.

But the firewood and food in the temple are limited. If this continues, even if the Demon Path Disciples can’t get in, many villagers will freeze or starve to death.

"Everyone, let’s conserve some wood,"

Hui Xing looked at the villagers, pleading.

"Yes, fellow villagers, we must conserve wood and food, otherwise we can last only a few days."

"Why hasn’t anyone come to save us? Where are the righteous ones of the world?"

"The righteous ones don’t owe you anything; why should they come to save you?"

The villagers were discussing this noisily.

In the end, a burning piece of wood was extinguished, letting the cold permeate the rundown temple.

Everyone shivered, huddled behind the Buddha statue, lips turning blue.

"Tianyong Mountain waste, are you just going to hide in the temple and wait for death?"

"Come out and have a fight to the death with me if you have the guts."

"Let me tell you, our senior disciple is coming, and he’s not afraid of your lousy talismans."

"When the senior disciple arrives, he will eat your flesh and drink your blood."

The Demon Path Disciples outside the rundown temple were crazily cursing Hui Xing.

Hui Xing was not angered upon seeing this. Buddha Peak taught disciples that anger can burn the forest of virtue.

He smiled with an amiable expression, not responding, hands clasped in silent prayer waiting for the disciples from Tianyong Mountain to rescue them.

Just then, a villager stood up.

He was wearing a worn-out black robe, holding an iron sword, glaring angrily at the Demon Path Disciples outside the window.

The many villagers saw him and felt that the hot-tempered Zhang the Blacksmith was going to do something foolish, hurriedly advising him.

"Zhang the Blacksmith, what are you doing?"

"Come back quickly, don’t act rashly; you are no match for those Demon Path Disciples."

"That’s right, if you want to die, that’s your choice, but don’t drag us down with you."

The villagers hurriedly advised.

Zhang the Blacksmith heard this, gave Hui Xing a cold glance, and said.

"Who knows if the disciples from Tianyong Mountain will come to rescue us. It’s better to rush out and fight them if we’re bound to die anyway."

Upon hearing this, Hui Xing quickly rose to his feet.

"Don’t be impulsive; even with my strength, I’m no match for the Demon Path Disciples, let alone you. Charging out like this is self-destruction."

Zhang the Blacksmith heard these words, roared but ignored the advice, charging outside the temple.

In this rundown temple, being ridiculed by those Demon Path Disciples felt too suppressive.

Zhang the Blacksmith couldn’t stand it.

Seeing this, Hui Xing’s eyes flashed with anxiety. If this person rushes out of Putuo Temple, damaging the formation, I could still escape, but all the villagers would die.

He pointed a finger, a beam of golden light shot out, hitting Zhang the Blacksmith’s back.

The next moment, Zhang the Blacksmith became weak all over, collapsed on the ground, and glared angrily at Hui Xing.

"You damn monk, why did you stop me?"

"I’d rather die fighting than freeze to death in this rundown temple!"

The other villagers saw this but snorted coldly and started cursing Zhang the Blacksmith.

"Zhang the Blacksmith, you reckless fool, even if you are not afraid to die, we are."

"If you rush out and damage the formation, my wife and children will die."

"Foolish!"

The villagers angrily cursed Zhang the Blacksmith.

At this moment, a golden light flashed, landing in front of the rundown temple.

The newcomer was Tang Xuan.

"Old monk, who are you? What are you doing here?"

The leading Demon Path Disciple, Blood Soul, rebuked coldly.

The other Demon Path Disciples surrounded Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan looked coldly at these people and immediately struck his staff heavily on the ground.

Instantly, waves of golden energy spread from the ground.

Many Demon Path Disciples were struck by the powerful energy and were knocked away, falling to the ground, spitting blood.

Only Blood Soul was unharmed; he quickly flew upward, moving as swiftly as the wind, leaving a trail of blood shadow where he passed.

After stabilizing in the air, his blood-red eyes stared at Tang Xuan and said.

"Old monk, you’re the master that young monk mentioned. You are the Peak Master of Buddha Peak. Today we are acting on the orders of the Demon Sect Master to capture the villagers of Southern Sea Village. If you Tianyong Mountain aid these villagers, it means you are against my Devil Sect."

"The outcome of opposing my Devil Sect is very grim."

Blood Soul’s lips curled into a cruel sneer, full of threatening intent.

Tang Xuan saw this, but just coldly chuckled.

"What is the Devil Sect? Our Sect Master will sweep Blackwater Secret Realm within thirty years; your Devil Sect will not escape this catastrophe."

Blood Soul was shocked upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, this small sect Tianyong Mountain actually harbors such a grand ambition, daring to dream of sweeping Blackwater Secret Realm.

Looks like this matter must be reported to the Demon Sect Master for him to prepare early, to eliminate Tianyong Mountain before it grows.

Immediately, he turned to escape.

"As I venture out of Tianyong Mountain this time, I cannot tarnish the Sect Master’s image of decisiveness in killing; how can I let you go back alive!"

Tang Xuan’s eyes flashed with a ruthless glint.

"Destroying Demon Divine Palm!"

He then struck out with a palm.

A golden palm appeared in the air.

Seeing this old man attempting to kill him, Blood Soul just smiled coldly, suddenly turning.

"Old monk, today I’ll see how capable you are."

"Demonic Heart Crushing Palm."

Blood Soul also struck with a palm.

Countless blood-red handprints appeared in the air.

Seeing this, Tang Xuan’s expression grew somber.

No wonder his disciple couldn’t defeat this Blood Soul, turns out this demon’s strength has reached the Half-step Nirvana Realm.