Chapter 773 544 Bianyan Immortal Bow_2

"If it weren't for enduring the 'Liuyan Life-matching Extraordinary Method' twice... Xijun used particularly powerful spiritual objects, forcing me to refine my body... I would've likely fallen to this old thing already..."

Before Li Wushao could feel relieved, the benign-looking old man glanced at him with a smile, his lips moved slightly, and he began to chant in a humming tone.

"You!"

Li Wushao felt as if his heart shattered like rock burst, thoughts racing, a myriad of illusions appearing before him. He quickly stuck out his snake-tongue, thinking to himself:

"Kongheng was right, these guys know the 'Venerable Mantra of Subjugation,' and indeed like to toy with my demonic heart. I'll have to thank him when I get back!"

He too flicked his tongue and recited a series of incantations, gradually stabilizing his resolve. Yuxin's once constant benign expression finally changed, and he exclaimed in shock:

"The Northern Venerable Tao?! Little snake, who taught you this!"

Seeing Yuxin lose his composure, Li Wushao felt a surge of satisfaction and hissed with pleasure as he retorted:

"Your dad taught your granddad!"

After he cursed, Yuxin's expression changed slightly, and he said softly:

"Rebellious beast... disrespectful words! Wait until I capture you..."

Seemingly triggered, Yuxin's body began to exude golden light, and he pushed forward with a palm, transforming it into a golden great seal, swooping down on Li Wushao, who got frightened as his scales bristled, realizing that this monk hadn't used his real skills until now.

"Damn it..."

Li Wushao wanted to curse him more, but he quickly scampered backwards, his body shrinking rapidly, nimbly burrowing downwards. Yet the seal also shrank, following him like a shadow, bearing down on him.

"Clang..."

A crisp sound rang out in the air, but Li Wushao cursed loudly without feeling any pain on his body. He hastily turned around to look and saw a slim-eyed monk holding a bronze zen staff, calmly blocking it.

'Kongheng!'

Li Wushao was stunned, then realized Kongheng had dealt with the devil cultivator guarding that spot and had come to rescue. He immediately shouted:

"Yuxin! Your daddy is here!"

Kongheng gave him a glance, a hint of a smile on his face, excused himself, and the previously gentle Yuxin grew serious, solemnly saying:

"So it's a fellow from the ancient cultivators... Yuxin has seen the elder."

"I'm unworthy of being an elder, I am Kongheng, I've met the Great Desire Cultivator."

Yuxin, a mage of the Great Desire Physiognomy, now had piercing eyes as he said:

"Meeting is karmic destiny, Yuxin only hopes to discuss scripture in detail with the elder, to perfect my teachings of compassion..."

Kongheng spoke warmly:

"This little monk is not adept in scriptural debate, let's not."

Kongheng had encountered mages of the Great Desire Physiognomy before, these cultivators focus on the immediate thought in their heart, their desires are their reality, he genuinely didn't feel confident he could out-argue this old monk and didn't dare to talk more, lifting the zen staff and raining blows down on him.

The two instantly became a tangle in the sky, clashing amidst flashes of golden light. Li Wushao, understanding the situation, went to aid the two from Green Pond.

Devil cultivators are all carefully self-serving, and as soon as the two saw this, they made an intimidating show and immediately turned into black smoke. A devil cultivator's ability to preserve their own life far surpasses that of an immortal cultivator; even though they were beset by three, they each turned into black smoke and flew away. The spot was left utterly empty, not even a single magic artifact behind.

Li Wushao turned back to look, seeing Kongheng and the other trading spells, spewing scripture, fighting amidst a shower of golden blossoms which descended fragrantly.

With his snake eyes barely squinted, he could still see the yellow smoke billowing beneath the sandy ground and several jackals sitting quietly on the earth, forsaking the rotten flesh beside them, simply cocking their ears to listen.

The man and the beast exchanged a look, simultaneously riding the wind to encircle. Yuxin was no fool and had been paying attention, taking his leave:

"Fortunate to have met today. If time permits, I will seek out the elder again..."

His voice echoed hollowly over the sands, the spell he had been quietly preparing for a long time springing into action. His form turned into golden petal flakes as he suddenly appeared several miles away, posturing to leave.

After fighting for a full hour, Li Wushao and the others each bore injuries, and not even a single storage bag from a foundation establishment cultivator had been obtained. How could they let this go? They all rode the wind in pursuit.

Yuxin, however, shifted and sped up, nodding to himself secretly:

"Well done, Kongheng. With his company, my cultivation should advance, as for this bunch of fools... let them pursue and lose their lives!"

He cocked his long white eyebrows, feeling complacent internally, but his expression gradually grew blank. Yuxin's spiritual sense twitched, and he gritted his teeth, calling out:

"Which Taoist fellow is this!"

But a figure in white with purple lightning appeared before him, blocking him firmly, spear pointed at him. The female cultivator spoke coldly:

"Where does the mage intend to go?"

Yuxin glanced at her eyebrows and eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He took a few more looks and said,

"Thunder Cultivation..."

Before he could react, Li Qinghong in front of him showed no courtesy. While she asked a question, her Thunder Spear was already thrusting straight toward him. Yuxin swung his palm to receive it, quite unconcerned:

"My 'Great Desire Path' is different from that of Devil Cultivators. I'm not very afraid of your thunderbolt..."

But to his surprise, the sound of thunder boomed, and a burst of bright white sparks erupted from Yuxin's palm. He cried out in pain and quickly withdrew his hand like lightning. Upon closer examination, the center of his palm was charred black.

He immediately became serious. Golden light flared up on his body and his expression turned grave as the cultivators from Green Pond and Kongheng were already closing in behind him.

"This is bad."

...

The stars above Wangyue Lake shined bright and beautiful as Li Zhouwei landed on Qingdu Peak.

The home had already become much emptier, and Qingdu Peak seemed even more deserted. He strode forward, and in the hall, only the old man Li Xuanxuan was seated.

With many members of the Li Family dispatched, Li Xuanxuan came out of the Cave Mansion and only when he saw that most of the home was empty did he realize what had happened. He rushed to ask Li Xijun, and by the time the old man reached the hall, he learned that Li Xijun had already gone out to patrol the lake.

At this moment, he was holding a list in his hand, frowning as he read it, his old finger tracing each name, calculating which branch they were from and who their ancestors were.

Li Zhouwei entered the hall. Seeing this treasured Princely Heir, the wrinkles on his face relaxed, his Spiritual Sense scanning:

"Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation... good..."

One hand pointing to the list, he said:

"Did your father decide this? How could such a big decision be made without discussing it with me? Why send Yuexiang away!"

"It's an order from below Qingdu."

Li Zhouwei, broad-shouldered, sat down heavily and replied. Li Xuanxuan just muttered:

"That child, Xijun..."

Li Zhouwei understood that involving Li Xuanxuan in this matter would probably only add to the worries. But the old man said:

"You one after another, none of you pity your own siblings..."

Li Zhouwei silently listened as he rambled on. Suddenly, Li Xuanxuan recalled something and said:

"With East Sea in such chaos, wouldn't it be better for your Chengyi to come back?"

Li Zhouwei agreed but remained silent. Li Xuanxuan held back for a moment, then let out a breath and asked:

"How can these Ning Family Members call upon our family members like that? I heard that Green Pond Sect only said fifty percent, but he can just say how much is how much... If I were there, I'd have to give him a piece of my mind!"

Li Zhouwei bowed and replied:

"Qingdu is unreliable. I've heard that Uncle Xijun has taken Bright Frost Pine Ridge; his Cultivation Level has been rising ever since. He will no longer be angry if he can clearly see the benefits."

Li Xuanxuan was stunned for a moment, then sipped his tea and sighed repeatedly. He then saw a middle-aged man coming up quickly from below, a robust-looking man with a spear on his back, possessing the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation.

This man was An Zhiyan's son, An Siwei. With his brother An Siming having gone to the Northern region, he had stayed to follow Li Xijun. Now, he hurriedly kneeled and said, his usually calm face full of excitement:

"My Lord! There's news from Xu Country!"

Li Xuanxuan hastily stood up from his seat, his old face full of unease, forgetting even to put the teacup back on the tray as he asked urgently:

"Speak! Wait... where is Xijun!"

"He's captured a few Devil Cultivators heading south and is questioning them on the lake. He asked me to come back first to report!"

"Devil Cultivators and Buddhist Practitioners have all headed south together. 'Great Desire Path', 'Compassion Path', 'Path of Emptiness' have all been activated. The Tuoba Family and Murong Family, two major demonic clans, even the Helian Family of Tie Fu Country, are aligned with the Li Family... All the smaller clans are moving out together, with surging Demonic Qi and radiant golden light..."

An Siwei said in a grave tone:

"Murong Family and 'Great Desire Path' Foundation Establishment Cultivators were ambushed on the way, intercepted by the cultivators of Jin Yu Sect. Li Xuanfeng of Green Pond led the charge out of the pass, cutting off the reinforcements and crushing the Northern cultivators..."

"My Lord with the bow, within a quarter of an hour, shot dead Murong Wu of Murong Family in his 'Desert Profound Armor' and the Buddhist Practitioner elder Yu Qian... Murong Wu was annihilated in body and spirit, while Yu Qian was reincarnated..."

"After killing the two, my Lord spat out golden blood, the bow string of the Immortal Bow broken. The Great Desire Path's Spiritual Beast took the opportunity to pounce, but my Lord smiled and firmly subdued it... tearing it asunder... turning into a sky of blood rain... petrifying twenty-one high Cultivators of the Devil and Buddhist paths into silence..."

"It is said that there were six moments of stillness... until the blood rain had completely fallen, and no one dared to speak..."

Having finished speaking all at once, An Siwei said with both joy and awe:

"Now... now the whole Xu Country knows about the Yanxian Bow from Bianyan Mountain!"