Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 937 The Daoist Methods Achieve Victory and Entrust the Presence

Chen Mu stepped into the void, his clothes not fluttering, yet his body was already rippling with light.

A shared thought stirred within him, and he took a step forward.

He remained quite cautious, recognizing that among the three before him, although Chen Mu had the lowest cultivation level, his difficulty in dealing with him was not to be underestimated.

So, including himself, he summoned Gong Qinghe and Gong Qingyuan to press down on him as well, while the remaining two surrounded Hong Wuyai.

Seeing that Gong Daosheng and the other two were approaching from all sides, their auras intertwined like chains, Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly, two kinds of primordial and yellow energies rose from his sleeve, condensing into an ancient and simple flag.

As the saying goes, the universe is divided into Yin and Yang, and heaven and earth are suspended upside down.

As the flag fluttered and rolled, the pure and turbid energies surged out like dragons, and the yin-yang symbol appeared from the void, actually severing the encirclement of the three people.

Because Gong Qinghe had clashed with Chen Mu once before, he was temporarily blocked and dared not make a forceful move again. Gong Daosheng was also suspicious and temporarily slowed down his momentum.

Only Gong Qingyuan was in high spirits, especially after hearing Gong Qinghe mention that Chen Mu should be a successor of the True Immortal lineage. He wanted to test his skills against Gong Qinghe, so instead of backing down, he laughed loudly: "What a fine treasure! Come and see mine..."

He raised the star chart in his hand, and the starlight fell down, shining brightly wherever it passed, pointing directly at Chen Mu's true form.

Seeing this, Gong Qinghe sneered and took a step back almost imperceptibly.

Then, the primordial energy rose like smoke and clouds, and before the starlight could get any closer, it was silently annihilated within it.

Gong Qingyuan's expression changed, and he urged him again, refusing to believe it.

But at this moment, the surroundings were filled with the aura of primordial chaos, and his divination treasure, which he had obtained from the Nine Luminaries Star Pivot Palace, was now like a pearl covered in dust, its orbits sluggish as if it were stuck in a quagmire...

"This is bad! This flag can disrupt the workings of heaven!"

Gong Qingyuan suddenly realized something, and his folding fan slipped from his sleeve, spinning rapidly like a wheel, attempting to sever the Xuanhuang energy threads that were surrounding him.

His folding fan was also a valuable treasure, usually kept hidden and used only as decoration. He had intended to save it for the perfect moment to use it to win, but he was forced to reveal his trump card as soon as he made his move.

However, his actions were not without merit; at least the Xuanhuang Yin-Yang Flag was kept in check by him.

At this moment, Gong Daosheng felt that the opportunity had arrived, and immediately stood up. The Dharma image behind him opened up, and the Dao fruit appeared within it.

It looks like a jade gourd, with shimmering water and surging undercurrents inside, as if it hides amazing power.

Compared to Gong Qingyuan, who had no Dao Fruit, he appeared much stronger. The jade gourd soared into the sky and sprayed thousands of sword beams downwards. Each beam was wrapped with the water elemental energy of the Guixu Sea, turning into a rain of swords that poured down.

Upon seeing this, Chen Mu's eyes flickered, realizing that this path was indeed highly regarded by sword cultivators, but unfortunately, the person who created it did not practice the sword path.

He shook his head and chuckled softly, then formed a hand seal. Immediately, the illusory image of the vast sea surged from beneath his feet, and a bright moon emerged from the water.

The moment the rain of swords touched the moonlight, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Gong Daosheng's pupils contracted sharply as he clearly saw the bright moon hanging a hundred feet in the sky, its reflection in the vast sea transforming into hundreds of illusory moons. Each moon's reflection showed the figures of the three people, and under the pull of their energy, even their divine sense could not distinguish between the real and the fake.

"break!"

Chen Mu gave him no chance to react, and with a low shout, the moon shadow suddenly exploded.

Gong Qingyuan waved his fan to block, but the shattered moonlight condensed into a solid water blade, instantly cutting several bloody marks into his star-patterned robe.

Gong Daosheng also retreated a hundred feet, his protective aura tainted by the moonlight, turning into invisible shackles that restricted his movements.

"Fourth brother, why aren't you making a move?!"

He suppressed his anger and shouted loudly. Gong Qinghe secretly curled her lips and spread out the Dharma image. Thousands of vines rushed forward with the water, but they were broken inch by inch under the reflection of the moon in the water.

Seeing this situation, Gong Qingyuan began to consider withdrawing.

Anyway, this small world is within the Gonggong clan's secret realm, and there are many clansmen outside. No matter how powerful Chen Mu is, can he really ignore the Gonggong clan and come and go as he pleases?
Besides, even if we take down Chen Mu now, the benefits won't be ours... So why take this risk?
Little did he know that the moment this thought crossed his mind, Gong Qinghe had already run faster than anyone else, retreating to the entrance of the palace in the blink of an eye. Judging from her appearance, she was determined to escape the Ice Palace in one breath.

Seeing this, Gong Daosheng almost cursed. They were not in a hurry to capture Chen Mu, but he was different. If he dragged it out until Gong Qingli returned, would Chen Mu still be able to give him the Ze Ding Dao Fruit?

"Gong Qinghe, you deserted your post in the face of battle, aren't you afraid of being punished by your family afterwards!"

This is where the downsides of making concessions earlier became apparent. If it were Gong Qingli, who couldn't tolerate the slightest imperfection, Gong Qinghe probably wouldn't have dared to utter a sound on the surface and would have had to slink back in disgrace.

But when faced with him... Gong Qinghe didn't even turn his head, and kept saying, "I told you long ago that I couldn't stop this person. If my third brother wants to punish me, I will accept it. I can't let my cousin wait here to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew out of the palace, turned right, and disappeared.

Gong Qingyuan was itching to make a move, but seeing Gong Daosheng's face as dark as black water, he didn't dare to move again, and only whispered:

“Brother, I am willing to testify. When we return, we will surely punish Fourth Brother. However… the Taoist priest before us is indeed capable. Even if we can capture him, the price we pay will be enormous, which is not worth it.”

Gong Daosheng understood his meaning perfectly well. He snorted and said, "Go and capture Hong Wuyai yourself. If you leave so easily again, you will not escape the family punishment afterward."

Gong Qingyuan felt relieved and immediately agreed, quickly withdrawing from the battle and rushing towards Hong Wuyai, who was already in grave danger.

After he left, Gong Daosheng stared intently at Chen Mu's figure.

For him, Chen Mu was already an indispensable link on his path to the Great Dao. If he succeeded, he would sweep away his previous predicament; if he failed, he would probably never have the chance to reach the top of the clan again in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and crushed the jade pendant at his waist. Nine dragons roared out from the crack in the void, their roars causing the ice pillars in the hall to crumble.

This was one of the methods he had prepared specifically. He had thought that if Gong Qingli recovered quickly, a battle between the two of them would be inevitable, and he could use this secret method to counter her.

However, it seems that using it on Chen Mu would be the same. As long as he can be captured, he can find a secluded place to refine and seize the Dao, so there's no need for any further steps...

Chen Mu frowned, carefully examining the nine dragons, and discovered that they were all sixth-order demon spirits. He wondered how Gong Daosheng had managed to gather such a number...

He lightly touched the moon with his toes, and the Xuanhuang Banner suddenly rolled back, the Yin and Yang energies transforming into two giant pythons, one holding the sun and the other swallowing the moon, their power seemingly no less formidable.

The moment the dragon touched the yin-yang python, its scales turned completely black and white, and uncontrollably disintegrated into smoke.

Gong Daosheng remained expressionless. Finally, after three dragon demon spirits collapsed in succession, the Xuanhuang Yin-Yang Flag was damaged and returned with a mournful cry.

Chen Mu reached out and stroked it, bringing it into his cave. Then, without flinching or avoiding, he let the dragon coil around him.

Gong Daosheng was just about to show his joy when he suddenly felt a violent tremor in front of him. Chen Mu's figure disappeared like a bubble, and his true body had already moved to the top of his head by taking advantage of the Water Moon.

"fall!"

Chen Mu's words thundered like spring thunder, and a bolt of silver lightning crashed down.

Gong Daosheng finally changed color. He, who had always been proud of his family's tradition, experienced for the first time the feeling of being suppressed by the Taoist magic of others.

Although his cultivation level was clearly far superior to Chen Mu's, he was still no match for him. Part of the reason was due to his Dao Fruit, as his sword gourd was not pure enough, but the most crucial factor was Chen Mu's Water Moon Technique...

boom!
The silver light suddenly transformed into a sea of ​​lightning, and even the twelve jade tablets that flew out from Gong Daosheng's sleeve could not stop it.

In an instant, her hair ornament shattered, and she flew backward with her hair disheveled.

"Brother!" Gong Qingyuan and the two who were besieging Hong Wuyai stopped abruptly and looked at Chen Mu as if facing a formidable enemy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hong Wuyai broke free from the encirclement and arrived beside Chen Mu, letting out a long sigh: "Inviting Fellow Daoist Chen to come and help was truly a wise move..."

Chen Mu smiled slightly but did not reply. Seeing that the three of them flew towards Gong Daosheng and showed no signs of making another move, he turned to look at another battle.

Logically speaking, Yu Chengkong should have been defeated long ago in a one-on-one battle, but the young women who had fought him earlier had somehow turned against him and tried to stop him in every way, thus preventing him from being defeated in an instant.

Even so, Yu Chengkong's side is at a disadvantage, and it's uncertain when they might be defeated.

That's why the young women repeatedly hissed, "Aren't you going to leave?!"

Yu Chengkong naturally wanted to leave. He knew that his attempt to achieve the fusion of the bloodlines of all races had violated the taboo of the current clan leader. If he did not leave Guixu, he would not escape death.

The problem is, if he had simply left in the first place, it was his own clansmen, who had left him disheartened, who had come to his aid...

If he just leaves, where will he leave his sister?

Therefore, he was extremely conflicted and unsettled, and his actions became increasingly ruthless.

Among the Feather Clan True Monarchs who were facing him was the one who had inflicted the punishment, and he looked extremely surprised at this moment.

When did Yu Chengkong become so difficult to control?
With the young woman and others intervening, he grew even more enraged and roared, "Does your Qingling lineage intend to betray the clan?!"

"You are the traitors!"

He should have kept quiet, because as soon as he spoke, Yu Chengkong's eyes turned red, his six-zhang snow wings spread out with a whoosh, and with a diagonal pull of his hands, he drew a feather blade from the void and slashed straight at the target.

As soon as this feather blade appeared, clouds of mist rose throughout the hall, turning it into a white blur, making it impossible to distinguish east from west or north from south.

The executioner's pupils contracted; he dared not take the blow head-on and hastily retreated.

The blade was faster than a spark; a flash of white light appeared, and the executioner cried out in pain as a wing broke off, and he wobbled and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the young woman gritted her teeth and shouted, "You've gone to great lengths to obtain this secret technique. If you don't leave now, won't all your efforts be in vain?"

"My Qingling lineage is weak, but we will not allow ourselves to be bullied. If you are determined, remember to come back after you have achieved something in your studies..."

Yu Chengkong remained silent, suppressing his grief and indignation, flapped his wings, turned around, and vanished in an instant as a streak of white light.

Yu Lingxi frowned slightly, looked deeply at the young women, and said, "You are truly unrepentant. Very well, this matter has been left unresolved for tens of thousands of years; it is time to determine right from wrong..."

The young women were startled and slowly stopped what they were doing.

"You all must quickly break the restrictions and bring back Yu Yi. Yu Yi will take flight... I will go after her myself!"

After saying that, she leaped up and flew out of the hall.

The hall fell silent for a moment. The winged people split into two rows. One row protected the injured man who was administering the punishment and walked towards the seven-colored feather robe. The other row seemed stunned and stood silently together, as if they were being rejected by heaven and earth.

The Gong family was in no better shape. Gong Daosheng was unconscious, and Gong Qinghe had long since disappeared. The remaining three huddled together, fearing that they would attract the combined attack of Chen Mu and Hong Wuyai...

In just a few minutes, the situation on the field underwent changes that no one had anticipated.

Chen Mu glanced back at Hong Wuyai and suddenly laughed, "Fellow Daoist Hong, aren't you leaving?"

Hong Wuyai's eyes flickered, and he said with a wry smile, "Where else can I go? There must be many True Monarchs of the Gong Clan guarding the exit right now. Once we show ourselves..."

Chen Mu smiled without saying a word, gave him a meaningful look, then turned serious and walked toward the white-haired old man whose life force was gradually fading away.

"Chief of Shiyang..."

Just an hour ago, they were working together to restrain the Five Elements Nightmare, but in the blink of an eye...

Shi Yangzongtian forced himself to sit up, his face filled with remorse, and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, it was I who leaked the whereabouts of several people—"

Chen Mu waved his hand: "Without the sect leader, they can't find him?"

It's just a matter of speed; for them, it might not be a bad thing.

That's what they said, but Shi Yangzongtian was kind and generous all his life. In the end, he did something against his conscience because of selfishness, and he still couldn't forgive himself. Fortunately, none of Chen Mu and the other two were harmed...

He sighed deeply, as if he had no strength left, and looked at Chen Mu in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I am about to perish. I wonder if I can entrust you with a matter?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Wuyai's heart stirred slightly, and he took the initiative to walk away to the side.

Chen Mu could guess what the other party had entrusted to him, and he was unwilling to get involved in the cause and effect, but when he thought of what Senior Lan Yan had said before leaving, he still shook his head secretly and took two steps closer: "Please speak, Master."

"I urge you, fellow Daoist, to return to my Shiyang clan's territory and bring this item with you..."

He moved his lips, transmitting his voice secretly, and a small wooden stick slid out from his sleeve: "It can break a restriction, or there may be traces of my clan's bloodline remaining..."

Chen Mu remained unmoved: "I am also in a difficult situation right now, so how can you be so sure that I can accomplish the task you entrusted to me?"

Shi Yangzongtian's lips curled into an ugly smile: "Fellow Daoist, there's no rush to leave. You are...you are not afraid of this predicament."

Chen Mu smiled faintly and took the token: "Chief, please rest assured. If there is indeed any bloodline of your tribe remaining, I will do my best to protect it."

"Ho..."

Shi Yangzongtian suddenly became excited and struggled to bow his head: "I thank you, fellow Daoist."

After saying this, he shuddered, and a blue light flew out from between his eyebrows, attaching itself to Chen Mu's sleeve before disappearing.

Chen Mu's heart stirred, realizing that the blue light must have been a gift from Senior Lan Yan before he left.

Shi Yangzongtian did not raise his head, and said indistinctly, "If one day, fellow Daoist, you see the Holy Envoy again, please...please convey my...goodwill..."

Chen Mu was somewhat surprised. He was about to speak when he suddenly paused, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

The old man's body gradually stiffened, and he had already lost all signs of life...

At this moment, Hong Wuyai walked over and remarked with the same sentiment, "Chief Shi Yang is truly pure and kind."

It was clearly a lament that even on his deathbed, he did not forget the holy envoy whom his tribe had supported for ten thousand years...

Chen Mu didn't say much, waved his hand to temporarily put away the old man's body, and then glanced at a certain place.

The three, including Gong Qingyuan, were immediately shocked and began to gather their magical power.

But Chen Mu had no intention of making a move and turned to leave the palace...

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(End of this chapter)