Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

The white fur of the long arm white ape started erected as though they were protrusions from its body. Deep in its heart, it was extremely frightened because the spiritual sense that he had achieved from years of cultivation had made him sensed the arrival of an extremely spine-chilling danger.

The void in all directions was like a swamp. Although the ape was energetic, it could not utilize its energy.

The white ape spoke in a shiver, “You’re not the Asura sword. Who are you?”

The long arm white ape was very clear that it was impossible for the Asura sword to leave the blood-red Asura sea.

“Your body possesses the methods of martial exercise from Buddhist sects. This is strange.” The voice was still soft and ethereal but the long arm white ape could obviously feel that the person got closer. It just seemed to not be able to find this person’s exact location.

The fact that this person could actually see through that it possessed the methods of martial exercise from Buddhist sects, it was surprising yet nerve-wrecking to an extent.

The white ape could not take it anymore. The one black stick in its hand transformed into thousands and swept past the surrounding of its body. However, it got frightened so badly when countless of Giant Palms of the Qi of vitality appeared in the void and the palms had managed to catch all the shadows of the sticks. In the end, they were aggregated into one single stick and there appeared one Giant Palm. Then, there was a greenish white flame rising from the Giant Palm which turned the thoroughly tempered black stick into a puddle of black water. The black water flowed down from the gaps in the Giant Palm of the Qi of vitality. Under the moonlight, it could be seen that there was blackish golden sand falling and floating on the river surface, washed away by the river water and disappeared.

The white ape quivered and asked, “Where are you? Who exactly are you?”

Li Yuanliang’s face was filled with joy instead. He said, “Uncle-master, you’re here.”

Chen Jing looked excited but she could not speak a word.

“I’m right behind you, can’t you see me?” The voice was light and the words drilled into the ears of the white ape.

The white app moved its body inch by inch and it turned around to take a glance. All it saw was a young Daoist picking up the little girl which it had taken away on the giant tree grown in the middle of the river.

The moonlight shone through the tree leaves and covered his body. It was a little obscure and his face could not be seen clearly.

The little girl seemed to have woken up from shock. She opened her eyes wide and revealed a strange expression. Then, she rubbed her eyes and said, “Brother.”

Shen Lian smiled and said, “You’ve grown taller and also heavier.”

The little girl used her head to rub against her brother’s neck with satisfaction. She was able to remember things since she was still at a young age. Therefore, though her brother had left for a few years already, she could still remember him.

She seemed to not understand the situation at all or she must have just thought that she was still in a dream. Later on, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Li Yuanliang and Chen Jing came under the giant tree. When he came close to the giant tree, Li Yuanliang could feel a vigorous vitality being injected into his body. All the wounds recovered at a speed which could be seen by naked eye. As for the insufferably arrogant white ape, it did not dare to take any actions at this moment. Perhaps it could not even move at all.

Shen Lian nodded to Chen Jing then he looked at the white ape and scoffed, “I give you the time of thirty breaths now. You should run as far as possible.”

The white app suddenly felt the pressure which was surrounding it disappeared instantly. Although it did not know the reason why Shen Lian let it go, if it did not run away now, when could it run away later?

Suddenly, the white ape howled and it turned into a hawk. It spread its wings and flapped its wings against the howling winds and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Li Yuanliang, “Uncle-master, why did you let it go?”

Chen Jing said, “Little Lian, you’re trying to track something down by following it?” After all, she had been a monarch for a long time and so, she must be overwhelmed with thoughts. She could somehow understand Shen Lian’s purpose of doing so.

At the same time, she felt much relieved because her daughter was safe and her extraordinarily capable son was also back. Finally, she could have a peace of mind.

Shen Lian said, “If this white ape doesn’t have The Art of Seventy-Two Metamorphoses from Buddhist sects, how could it transform into so many evil spirits? The Art of Seventy-Two Metamorphoses is almost the best technique of cultivation of the physical body. It’s also the Dao formula in Buddhist sects that almost faces extinction. There were not even any traces of this formula in Dajue Temple. I think it must have some solid background.”

Li Yuanliang said with hatred, “Another Buddhist monk again.” Chen Jianmei was being forced by the monk at the blood-red sea to the extent that he could not even take a step out of the blood-red sea. Moreover, the both of them had been battling with the Defenders of the Dharma of Buddhist sects and thus, his hatred for these defenders naturally extended to everybody relevant to the Buddhist sects.

Chen Jing was slightly worried, “What are we going to do if the character behind it is very powerful? Moreover, why did it take away Xiao Ke? We’ve got to figure this out.”

Shen Lian smiled faintly and said, “It just wants to make up some stories about the bloodline on Xiao Ke.”

This was because the women from Xiliang gave birth by consuming the water of Zimu River. Hence, the same type of blood was flowing in Chen Ke and Shen Lian’s past physical body. There must be someone who had thought of using Chen Ke’s blood to perform some surreptitious techniques in order to threaten Shen Lian.

Fortunately, Shen Lian had already lost his physical body. Even if the opponent was lucky enough to succeed, the effect would be greatly reduced. Moreover, he was already back to save Xiao Ke.

Nonetheless, Shen Lian’s Primordial Spirit had taken in too much of physical body’s Qi of Essence and thus, there were still traces remained behind. Anyhow, this method still had a little effect. This opponent had reminded Shen Lian to start looking for an opportunity to refine his spiritual form. Though it would spend quite a lot of energy, it was worth it in long term.

As a matter of fact, although Shen Lian had witnessed The Art of Seventy-Two Metamorphoses in the white ape, he thought that the character behind it might not be from the Buddhist sects. After all, a majority of the monks who had cultivated up to a high level were all focusing on understanding and exploring more of the meaning behind good fortune and designs of nature. Even if they were to scheme or plot something, they would not use such rough means because they might become laughing stocks.

Nevertheless, the guess that the white ape and Buddhist sects were related might not be false too.

Shen Lian was tired of continuous pondering. He would have answers to his questions when he managed to catch up to the white ape.

He was calculating in his heart that the time of thirty breaths was almost up and he was still talking to Chen Jing. However, there was a shadow coming out from his body and quietly went after the white ape.

Since Shen Lian had cultivated up to this stage of Primordial Spirit, he was already unpredictable. Moreover, his cultivation experience already exceeded the average heavenly immortals of Daoism. It was not a big deal for him to split his spirit and shadow.

The hawk which the white ape had transformed into was named Da Feng. It was a very powerful animal in the ancient times. It could fly at a very high speed, there were rarely any other bird species which could overtake it. Although Da Feng was very fast, it was not faster than Da Yi’s arrows. Thus, many were hunted and killed by Da Yi in the past.

Previously when Shen Lian traveled back to the past, he had witnessed with his own eyes that five hawks died under Da Yi’s arrows.

However, he had found out that the white ape had not been able to reach the top-notch stage of The Art of Seventy-Two Metamorphoses. Otherwise, if it turned into the Suparna bird, Shen Lian would not be able to catch up to it.

The white ape had managed to run away to a far distance of approximately ten thousand miles away at the time of thirty breaths. This showed its capability but it also revealed the fact that it was extremely afraid of Shen Lian.

If Shen Lian’s supernatural power was not way above it, he might too face some difficulty in catching up to it.

After the white ape had managed to escape to a faraway distance, it thought, “I don’t believe you can still catch up.”

It was frightened and worn out. When it spotted a peach mountain in front, although it was not the season to eat peaches, it could not help but to feel like having them because the peaches on the mountain were all as huge as the Saturn peaches. They looked fresh and even emitted attractive peach fragrance.

The white ape turned around and took a glance, its eyes shot out golden rays to a faraway distance and it was relieved when it did not see anything in sight. It seemed like although the Daoist was very powerful, his flying speed was only average. Perhaps he might already be lost in his way of catching up to it.

Looking at the mouth-watering peaches, instantly the white ape was starving. Finally, it made the decision to fly up to the peach tree. Without even transforming back to the original form, it used its beak to peck and directly suck a peach clean.