Chương 216: The Hermit of Heavenly Secrets

A sky full of sword light, magnificent and dazzling!

As the sword flashed, figures coughed up blood mist and collapsed to the ground.

"What powerful sword energy!"

As the sword light faded, Yin Yang Demoness stood staggering, covered in blood, her eyes fixed on the young man in front of her.

"Those who offend Qingcheng, shall be killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword flashed again.

Yin Yang Demoness's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly consumed her essence and blood to use a secret technique to push her power to a level comparable to the Domain Realm.

His body transformed into a rainbow and vanished into the distance.

"You brat, I'll be back for my revenge."

Yin Yang Demoness coughed up mouthfuls of blood, turning back to look at Qingcheng Mountain with a face full of resentment.

I thought it would be an easy job, but I never expected to encounter such a formidable opponent.

"Who exactly is he? I've never heard of him before?"

"Could it be a top expert from the Great Zhou Dynasty of Guixu?"

As he sped along, pondering to himself, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall from above.

The cold rain made him shiver involuntarily.

Why am I shivering?

Yin Yang Fairy was utterly shocked. He was a half-step Domain Realm expert. Even in the dead of winter, let alone drizzle, he wouldn't shiver from the cold.

More and more raindrops fell.

His body grew colder and colder, as if every drop of rain was extremely cold ice water.

"What is this? The Spring Breeze and Rain Technique and the Nine Netherworld Profound True Water!"

Yin Yang Demoness, as expected of a veteran master of evil arts, instantly realized the truth.

Although their Song territory did not border the Great Zhou, they were still very familiar with the power of the nine powerful clans of the Great Zhou.

"not good!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck him directly from the clouds.

"what!"

Yin Yang Fairy let out a scream and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

A moment later, the three ugly men of Luohe surrounded them, laughing and joking.

After kicking him a couple of times, the third brother chuckled and said, "Master, the man's unconscious. Should we kill him or bury him?"

"Nonsense, the Lord showed mercy and spared his life."

Big Ugly glared at his younger brother, then quickly said with a fawning smile, "Your Excellency!"

"Yes, wake him up! The three of you stay here on Qingcheng Mountain and don't allow anyone to come near."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The three ugly men bowed and accepted.

Zhao Rui nodded, and with a flicker, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Your Excellency's martial arts have improved again; you are truly remarkable."

The three were filled with envy. They had never seen this move before; it was unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

"The identity of our Lord is probably not simple. Great Zhou—"

"Huh? You want to die, don't you? Shut up and just focus on your work."

"Understood, big brother!"

San Chou nodded reluctantly, then carried Yin Yang Yao Ji on his back and walked towards a four-cornered pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

"Big brother, he has breasts—and they're strangely soft—"

"Shut up!"

"Brother, aren't you going to give him a touch? He won't let you touch him once he wakes up—"

"Shut up!"

Mount Emei is characterized by its magnificent peaks and lush forests.

Golden Peak Mountain, radiating golden light, with sword energy crisscrossing everywhere.

Countless young martial artists dressed in white leaped and darted among them, their swords forming a sword net that stretched across the entire mountain peak.

"Amitabha!"

"Vajra Venerable One, shall we call this battle over?"

High above the mountaintop, a kind-faced, gaunt old monk from Mount Emei clasped his hands in prayer and spoke.

"Venerable Master Puhua, your Emei sect is truly remarkable. Guixu has just descended upon this world, and you have already crossed thousands of miles to reach Golden Summit Mountain. I admire you greatly."

A fat monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes across from them narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.

"Amitabha Buddha, all conditioned phenomena—"

"The martial arts world of the Central Plains is indeed full of hidden talents. We are utterly defeated today. Until we meet again!"

The Vajra Master unleashed immeasurable Buddhist teachings, and the Vajra Zen sound echoed through the valley like thunder.

- It was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

As his words fell, dozens of experts used their lightness skills to break free from the battle, some leaping into the air, others soaring to the mountain peaks, each coldly looking down at the Emei Sect members below.

"Goodbye and don't bother seeing me off!"

Master Puhua smiled calmly, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful. The monks of the Zhi generation, such as Zhisheng and Zhishan, dispersed to both sides.

Behind them stood dozens of imposing monks, their faces like angry Vajras, coldly staring at their opponent.

"withdraw!"

At the command of the Vajra Zen Master, dozens of strangely shaped masters leaped down from the Golden Summit and disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing the enemy retreat, Zen Master Puhua chanted Buddhist mantras, instructed his disciples to strengthen patrols, and then greeted Weichen, who had rushed over, with a smile and clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for coming to help, Master."

"Emei is full of masters; this old Taoist is merely adding to their glory. Now that the matter is settled, this old Taoist shall return. I will discuss this matter with the Zen Master another day."

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the True Man."

With a slight nod, Wei Chen vanished from the summit of Mount Emei.

Half an hour later!

The worried man hurriedly returned to the mountain gate and saw that although Cang Zhenzi and the others were on high alert, there seemed to be no major battle going on.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

My resentment towards Emei lessened somewhat.

Despite facing a formidable enemy at Qingcheng Sect's doorstep and disregarding the safety of his own sect, he personally went to Emei to offer assistance.

The fear is that Emei will be wiped out by the enemy.

When they arrived, they discovered that Emei had made preparations. The Pu generation elders, who were far away in Song territory, led a group of Emei masters and were already on high alert.

This made him somewhat unhappy.

Now that the sect is safe and sound, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, has finally been relieved.

"Sect Leader!"

"Is there anything unusual?"

"Sect Leader, Master Zhao is back!"

"Zhao Rui?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Chen was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Where is he?"

"The real person went to Emei!"

"Emei?"

Wei Chen immediately understood, shook his head, and said, "Never mind, let's wait until he comes back!"

After saying that, he prepared to walk into the door.

"Um, Sect Leader—" Cang Zhenzi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"What is it?"

Wei Chen frowned slightly, feeling annoyed at being tricked by Emei.

"The Yin-Yang Master is inside!"

"What?"

Wei Chen was startled, flicked the dust in his hand, and was about to rush in.

"Sect Leader, he was captured by Master Zhao."

Cang Zhenzi quickly stopped the sect leader and said something rapidly.

Wei Chen glared at him before striding into the room.

It was a false alarm.

I haven't done this much in years.

Tell me more.

"Yes, after you leave, Sect Leader—" Cang Zhenzi recounted what had happened, based on what the Three Ugly Men of Heluo had told him.

"Hiss! He actually managed to severely injure the Yin-Yang Old Monster. Zhao Rui's strength has improved again!"

The sect leader of Weichen was stunned and couldn't help but gasp.

He hurriedly asked Cang Zhenzi to lead the way to the place where Yin Yang Yao Ji was being held.

Two of the three ugly men of Luohe were guarding the door when they saw Cangzhenzi bringing Weichen Zhenren over.

He couldn't help but shout, "Weichen, we're on the same side now. I won't call you a Taoist priest anymore."

Wei Chen frowned slightly, and then heard Cang Zhenzi say, "The Three Ugly Ones of Luohe have already submitted to Master Zhao."

"Dependence?"

Master Weichen immediately understood the deeper meaning. It seemed that Zhao Rui also intended to subdue the Yin-Yang Demoness.

In this way, the strength of the Qingcheng Sword Sect— Master Weichen shook his head. Putting that aside, Zhao Rui alone was probably already above the entire Qingcheng Sect.

In times of chaos, extraordinary talents will inevitably emerge.

Fortunately, this prodigy is from Qingcheng Mountain.

Even though they were not connected, they still managed to connect. So they went into the house and found the Yin-Yang Demoness on the verge of death.

"They won't die. This androgynous creature is already halfway to the realm of immortality; they're incredibly resilient."

Erchou chuckled and said.

Wei Chen nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

"It's my duty!"

After asking a few simple questions, Wei Chen left the house.

Outside Mount Emei!

The Vajra Venerable soared through the air, followed by dozens of top experts, and flew majestically towards the outside of Mount Emei.

"Be careful!"

Just then, the Vajra Venerable suddenly stopped, raised his left hand to halt everyone's steps, and spoke with focused concentration.

As they were speaking, a sword flash suddenly appeared from ahead.

The direction was clearly towards Mount Emei.

"What an arrogant escape technique—" Someone couldn't stand it and casually threw out a giant hammer formed from Dharma energy, blocking the path of the sword light.

With a crack, the giant hammer was shattered by the sword light. Before the crowd could even gasp in surprise, the man who had thrown the hammer was sent flying backward as if struck in the chest.

"Littering will serve as a warning!"

The sword light vanished into the distance, but the voice, though faint, lingered, clearly imprinted in everyone's minds.

"What incredible sonic power!"

"I never imagined that such a person existed in the Central Plains."

The Vajra Venerable's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in astonishment.

"From now on, when you see this sword light, give it a wide berth. This person is a master of the Domain Realm."

"Domain Realm?"

The evil sect experts were astonished.

In the entire Central Plains martial arts world, those who reach the Domain Realm are few and far between. The leaders and elders of various sects are at most at the Half-Step Domain Realm.

After all, those who were able to cross the two realms back then were basically the backbone of the sects.

Top-tier forces also need to protect the Song territory, so naturally they wouldn't directly use the interdimensional passage to arrive in the Song territory first.

True masters of the Domain Realm can only be found in three places: Song, Zhou, and Shang.

As for Mu Huazi, his situation is rather special. Firstly, the Taishan Sect was already in decline in Guixu, with only a handful of people remaining in the entire sect.

There's no need to stay behind at the mountain gate.

Secondly, he is already old, and unless he unleashes his full potential, he is basically only at the level of a half-step into the Void, so his strength is limited.

Therefore, when the Taishan Sect returned to the Central Plains, the entire sect relocated, and Mu Huazi naturally followed.

"Your Excellency, what is the Lord's plan?"

"It's alright, we're just scouting ahead. Our lord has his own way of dealing with this."

"Let's go back to Tianshan!"

With a command from the Vajra Venerable, all the evil masters set off, heading towards the Tianshan Mountains.

At the summit of Mount Emei, Zen Master Puhua was conversing with Zhisheng and others in his meditation room when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura rushing towards Mount Emei.

He quickly dodged and soared into the air to the mountain peak, his aura surging, asserting his sovereignty over Mount Emei.

"This humble monk is Puhua. Who are you, my friend, who has come to my Mount Emei?""

The deafening sound of Zen echoed throughout the entire valley.

"Mount Emei? Puhua?"

The man paused, stopping a short distance away, and asked curiously, "I am Zhao Rui of the Qingcheng Sword Sect. Is Emei alright?"

"Could it be Master Zhao?"

When Puhua was in Guixu, he met him once with his senior brother, Zen Master Puyuan.

"It is indeed I, Zen Master Puhua. What brings you here?"

"It's a long story, please come into the hall for a discussion."

Facing Zhao Rui, the monk Puhua naturally wouldn't put on any airs of a high-ranking master from Emei.

Back then, his senior brother, Zen Master Puyuan, once said that Zhao Rui's strength should not be underestimated. He was so young and yet had such good fortune; his future achievements were limitless.

"Very well, I wonder what Sect Leader Weichen will do then—"

"Brother Weichen has returned to Qingcheng Mountain."

"Oh, that's good."

As they talked, the two landed on a giant rock atop Golden Summit Mountain, then walked down the mountain and entered Emei Zen Temple.

"Master of Wisdom, it's been a long time!"

Zhao Rui was quite happy to see Monk Zhisheng again. Although they hadn't known each other for long, they got along well.

They are very compatible.

"Haha, monk, I've heard so much about Benefactor Zhao, it's legendary."

"As long as it's not a bad reputation, it's fine."

Zhao Rui smiled and greeted Monk Zhishan again.

They're all acquaintances; we've met at least once.

After everyone took their seats as hosts and guests, the conversation naturally turned to the crisis of the invasion by evil sects from the Emei Sect and many other martial arts sects in the Central Plains.

"This is a long story—" Master Puhua clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha's name, then recounted the whole story in detail.

It turns out that Emei was able to know about the invasion of the evil sects so early and send martial arts masters, mainly Puhua, to support their old homeland in the Central Plains because Shaolin had given them a warning in advance.

Shaolin and Emei, both Buddhist sects, have always been each other's special forces, guarding the martial arts world and suppressing villains.

This time, someone at Shaolin Temple, which was left behind by Song Jing, learned that the evil sect leader Tianji Sanren had somehow gathered a large number of evil masters and had actually crossed thousands of miles of territory to head towards the Central Plains.

Therefore, Shaolin Temple notified the various sects in Song territory of the news.

While sending the message, they also dispatched experts to travel thousands of miles to the Central Plains.

Some sects, such as the Emei Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Huashan Sect, also sent their masters back.

However, some sects, for various reasons, did not have any masters return in time.

In addition, the actions of the evil sects are unpredictable, and weaker sects worry that they might be used as bait to lure the enemy away from their strongholds.

If we support the garrison in the Central Plains, will someone with ulterior motives turn around and destroy our base?

"I just arrived and happened to witness this event."

Pu Hua lowered his head and said, somewhat embarrassed.

After all, he hadn't informed Qingcheng about his return.

"Who is this Celestial Mystery Hermit? What is the purpose of these evil sects?"

Zhao Rui frowned and asked.

"Tianji Sanren is a top-notch master who is over a hundred years old. Not only is his martial arts superb, but he also has a mysterious art of divination. He is good at helping people get rid of disasters and difficulties, and he is one of the top figures in the martial arts world."

"As for their purpose, this humble monk also does not know; no one gets up early without a reason—" Zen Master Puhua closed his eyes in deep thought, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

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