Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 962 Yin-Yang Dao Principles
Although the Daoist nun surnamed Song was asking a question, her tone was quite forceful, clearly indicating her strong desire to participate in the battle, even if Luo Feng forbade it.

Luo Feng raised an eyebrow and fell into deep thought.

In fact, what he meant was that before figuring out Fusheng Temple's true plans, important figures such as Junior Sister Song should conserve their energy and not waste it too early.

However, the current situation is indeed not quite what we initially thought. If we continue to delay, who knows if it's another scheme by Tao Feng?

With this in mind, he felt reassured: "It's not impossible for Junior Sister Song to go into battle, but if she encounters danger, she shouldn't push herself too hard..."

The nun surnamed Song thought to herself, "With that kind of person just now, what danger could she possibly be talking about? Senior brother, you are underestimating me too much."

She didn't show it on her face, but bowed and said, "Junior sister understands, senior brother can rest assured."

At Fusheng Temple, Fu Danian asked, "Whose turn is it to go on stage?"

Yan Rongmu's gaze swept over the dozen or so cultivators below the stage. After a moment's thought, he finally gestured to one of them: "Fellow Daoist Mo Wenxiu is quick-witted and his strength is among the best of all cultivators. In my opinion, we should send him up to form this formation. What do you think?"

Tao Fengbian had no objection: "Junior brother, you can arrange it."

Now that we have captured two islands, we expect that if we win two or three more battles, the enemy will be able to figure out some of our strategies. Therefore, the further we go, the more difficult it will be. In these battles, if we can send Fellow Daoist Mo and others to fight, we will not easily use the main force such as Chen Mu.

Yan Rongmu nodded in agreement and then personally stepped down from the altar to deliver the order.

At this moment, Mo Wenxiu was chatting with several close friends.

Having received Yan Rongmu's order, he dared not delay in the slightest. He gladly rode a streak of light straight into the sky, announced his name and the island peak he sought, and then stood still to await his opponent.

Not long after, a streak of light slowly approached from the opposite side.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but as the light drew closer and he saw the person's face clearly, his body suddenly stiffened, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Song Qin?!"

Upon seeing that it was this person taking the stage, Yan Rongmu below immediately frowned, his gaze sharpening like lightning.

Fu Danian couldn't contain himself any longer and abruptly stood up, exclaiming, "Why is it Song Qin who's going into battle? Why is the Liangyi Temple in such a hurry?!"

This Taoist nun surnamed Song, as one of the elders in charge of the Liangyi Temple, although her Taoist cultivation was not the highest in the temple and was not as good as her two senior brothers, the Taoist methods she inherited were extremely profound, and in terms of combat ability, she far surpassed ordinary True Lords of the same level.

Do not ask about resting this battle; it is likely more ominous than auspicious.

Little did he know that Mo Wenxiu was also filled with fear and uncertainty at that moment.

Song Qin was a cultivator at the intermediate stage of the Dao Inquiry realm, whose cultivation level was already superior to his. Moreover, he cultivated the orthodox lineage of the Two Elements Sect and possessed exquisite magical treasures. From any perspective, he was at a disadvantage.

Although he was willing to admit defeat, he was bound by the previously established agreement and could not back down without reason. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, bowing and saying, "Mo Wenxiu greets Elder Song."

Song Qin remained indifferent, merely nodding slightly, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist Mo, it has been 120 years since we parted ways in Yuzhou. However, now we serve different masters, and we cannot take care of the past friendships."

Mo Wenxiu gave a wry smile: "I was also entrusted with this task, it is my duty. Now I can only... learn from Elder Song's brilliance."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two parted ways and gazed at each other from afar.

Mo Wenxiu took a deep breath to suppress his fear.

He knew that Song Qin was ruthless and there was no room for luck. He had to fight with all his might to see if he could fight to a draw. So he dared not hold back at all and immediately took the initiative to strike.

He formed hand seals, and a burst of earthy yellow light erupted from his body, emanating a powerful and heavy force of the earth. He uttered a low shout: "Mountain Suppression!"

Boom!

A phantom mountain, hundreds of feet tall, materialized out of thin air and, with immense force, pressed down upon Song Qin.

At the same time, an ancient bronze bell flew out from his sleeve, shaking rapidly and emitting invisible sound waves that disturbed the soul, attempting to disrupt Song Qin's spellcasting.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Song Qin remained indifferent, not even moving an inch.

Behind her, the Yin-Yang symbol appeared, and she simply raised her whisk and casually swept it across the mountain phantom that was pressing down on her.

"Shh!"

In an instant, the silver threads of the whisk suddenly became as soft as flowing water, creating a hazy, clear glow as it was swept, as if it contained the gentlest power in the world.

The seemingly majestic and invincible mountain phantom, upon being touched by this clear light, softened and disintegrated instantly, like a clay sculpture thrown into water, turning into countless earth-yellow spiritual energy specks, which were easily scattered and swallowed by the silver threads of the whisk.

The disturbing sound waves struck the invisible, flowing yin and yang energy shield three feet in front of Song Qin, only causing faint ripples before disappearing without a trace.

Mo Wenxiu's expression changed drastically. He never expected that all the methods he relied on would be so easily dismantled by the other party.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in Song Qin's eyes, giving him no chance to breathe. She pointed her left hand, fingers together like a sword, into the air:
"Yang Yi - Breaking Evil!"

A golden sword light, condensed to its extreme and carrying an aura of scorching destruction, burst forth from his fingertips.

This sword light was not a physical flying sword, but was purely condensed from the Yang Yi Dao principles. It was as fast as thunder and pierced straight at Mo Wenxiu's vital dantian. Its power far exceeded Mo Wenxiu's imagination.

"not good!"

Mo Wenxiu was terrified and desperately channeled all his magic power into the protective light, while simultaneously summoning a small tortoise-shell shield to block in front of him.

laugh--!
The golden sword light struck the tortoise-shell shield, but instead of making a deafening noise, it pierced through it silently, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The sword light, its momentum undiminished, pierced fiercely into Mo Wenxiu's protective aura.

"puff!"

The protective aura shattered instantly. Mo Wenxiu felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, spitting out blood and flying backward. His aura instantly weakened to the extreme!

Song Qin, however, pressed her advantage relentlessly. She raised her whisk again, this time not as a single Yin or Yang ritual, but with her hands forming hand seals and her voice clear and sharp:
"Two Elements - Strangulation!"

The silver threads of the whisk and the lingering golden sword intent at the fingertips instantly merged, creating two opposing yet perfectly integrated streams of energy, one black and one white, which appeared out of thin air like two giant yin-yang fish, head to tail, forming a rapidly spinning vortex of destruction.

The center of the vortex emitted an extremely terrifying tearing and annihilation power, instantly engulfing the heavily injured and flying Mo Wenxiu.

Mo Wenxiu was now trapped like a turtle in a jar, powerless to resist. He could only beg for mercy, "Elder Song, spare my life!"

Song Qin remained indifferent, ignoring the vortex completely, and with a surge of her magic power, the vortex instantly contracted.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The yin-yang vortex was like a giant millstone, relentlessly crushing and strangling.

Mo Wenxiu's protective magic artifacts, residual magic power, and even his physical body and primordial spirit were as fragile as paper in the face of this Yin-Yang annihilating power containing the principles of Yin and Yang.

In the blink of an eye, his entire being, along with his screams, was completely shredded and annihilated before everyone's eyes, turning into a cloud of blood mist and dissipated spiritual energy. His body and soul were destroyed, and not even a trace of his remnant soul could escape. The world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Song Qin expressionlessly withdrew her whisk, and the terrifying yin-yang vortex dissipated.

She didn't even glance at the dissipating blood mist, but instead faced the direction of the West Peak, her voice as cold as ice: "Who dares to come up and fight again!"

On the Fusheng Dharma Altar, Tao Feng's face was ashen, his eyes were icy cold, and his hands on his knees clenched slightly.

Mo Wenxiu's death was not only the loss of an island, but also a heavy blow to the morale of the Fusheng Temple. Song Qin's actions were clearly an attempt to establish his authority.

Yan Rongmu's expression darkened slightly as he stood up and said, "Senior Brother, Fellow Daoist Mo's demise was truly due to my miscalculation..."

Although he apologized to ease the tense atmosphere, he couldn't help but feel regretful.

After all, Mo Wenxiu was quite enthusiastic about the position of elder of Fusheng Temple. After this matter was settled, he might be able to join the sect. However, he was unlucky and encountered Song Qin, and even his primordial spirit could not be preserved.

He thought for a moment and realized that Mo Wenxiu was someone he had recommended to fight, and now that he had died, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. So he volunteered, saying, "Senior brother, Song Qin's Taoist magic is profound and her methods are extremely ruthless. She is not someone that ordinary cultivators can defeat. I am willing to step forward and fight her."

Upon hearing this, Fu Danian slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his hair and beard bristling. He shouted, "Why do we need two senior brothers? Junior brother alone is enough!"

Tao Fengbian pondered for a moment and said, "No rush. It's Liangyi Temple's turn to choose the island peak now. Victory at this moment would not be in line with our plan. Let's send our comrades up again, just to ensure their safety."

Yan Rongmu nodded upon hearing this and turned to make the arrangements.

Not long after, two beams of light rose from the altar and headed towards the sky.

Yan Rongmu returned to the altar and explained, "Those are Fellow Daoist Wu and his wife, also from Yuzhou, and they have a deep friendship with Mo Wenxiu. As soon as Junior Brother went down, the two of them stepped forward to ask for a fight, vowing to seek justice for Fellow Daoist Mo. Junior Brother observed that although their cultivation was not as good as Song Qin's, they were skilled in combined attack techniques, so their lives should be safe. This was in line with Senior Brother's instructions, so Junior Brother readily agreed."

Tao Feng changed his mind and said, "Very good, these two are indeed a good match."

At this moment, Mr. and Mrs. Wu had reached the highest heavens.

Madam Wu curtsied, her face filled with sorrow, and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, Brother Mo and I have known each other for a long time, but I never expected you to show me the slightest bit of mercy..."

Song Qin sneered: "When you helped Fusheng Temple, did you ever think of the relationship you had with me?"

Madam Wu wanted to say more, but her husband stopped her.

Wu Daoren said in a deep voice, "Elder Song, my wife and I have come to learn from this formation. If you feel it is unfair, you may find another person to help you. We will wait here."

Song Qin lowered her eyelids slightly and said calmly, "No need. You two may begin now."

When Madam Wu was stopped by her husband, she knew that words were useless. She exchanged a glance with her husband, and a tacit understanding arose between them.

The two did not approach each other; instead, they instantly separated by several feet, standing on either side of Song Qin.

Wu Daoren formed hand seals, and intense, molten red flames rose around him. However, these flames were not scorching outwards; instead, they carried a strange suction force, as if they wanted to devour all the light and life around them.

Madam Wu's fingers flew, condensing a chilling, bone-piercing aura of icy cold. However, this cold aura did not freeze and spread; instead, it radiated outwards with a sharp edge that pierced to the marrow, like ten thousand invisible ice needles shooting out.

This is the "Reverse Yin-Yang Separation and Union Array" created by the couple. The husband, with his pure Yang body, forcibly reverses and generates "Extinction Yang Sha", which looks like Yang fire, but actually contains the power to devour and annihilate.

The wife, with her pure Yin energy, reversed the flow and condensed "Sharp Yin Qi," which resembled ice but concealed a penetrating and tearing power.

With its Yin and Yang attributes reversed and disordered, and its form strange and unpredictable, once an ordinary cultivator falls into it, the Yin and Yang energies in their body will be immediately pulled, torn, annihilated, or pierced by this chaotic formation, making it impossible to defend against.

The two completely opposite yet equally strange and domineering forces did not rush straight at Song Qin, but rather intertwined and collided with each other in the high sky like two monstrous pythons.

Each collision ejected countless gray mists that were neither yin nor yang, like a constantly expanding, wildly rotating, chaotic millstone that instantly enveloped Song Qin.

Before long, the space began to groan under the strain, the light was distorted and swallowed up, and the onlookers felt that the area had become blurry and chaotic, extremely dangerous.

"What a bizarre method!" someone exclaimed from the East Peak altar, glancing repeatedly at Luo Feng and the others, clearly worried about Song Qin.

However, Luo Feng and the others remained calm and observed without any panic. Seeing this, everyone suppressed their distractions and quietly turned their attention to the scene.

Then they saw Song Qin, who was at the center of the chaotic millstone, her clothes fluttering and her hair flying.

There was no panic on her face, but rather a hint of cold interest.

Faced with this chaotic Yin-Yang power that was enough to annihilate ordinary cultivators, she slowly raised her hands. Her left palm faced upward, holding a warm and bright Taiyin jade disc that exuded tranquil vitality. Her right palm faced downward, pressing down on a blazing and dazzling golden sun wheel that contained the power of creation.

She did not rush to break the formation, but allowed the chaotic mist to impact the area within a few feet around her. The extremely dangerous and chaotic millstone in front of her was now like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, being forcibly sorted and guided by an overwhelming and irresistible force.

"The way of Yin and Yang is to complement each other, to follow the will of Heaven and to respond to the needs of the people. Your attempts to go against the natural order and take shortcuts are ultimately a minor path."

Song Qin's indifferent voice pierced through the energy storm and clearly reached the ears of the Wu couple, "Today, I will show you what 'Returning to the True Nature of Yin and Yang' truly means!"

Before she could finish speaking, she slammed her hands together.

Om-!
The Taiyin Jade Disc and the Taiyang Golden Wheel merged instantly in front of her chest. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a pure and indescribable "Primordial Light" that suddenly burst forth.

This light is neither white nor black, encompassing all things yet refining them.

It spread silently, and wherever it passed, the violent and chaotic yin-yang millstone melted away like ice and snow, instantly smoothed and purified, restored to the most primordial yin and yang energies, and then completely annihilated into nothingness.

"puff!"

The Wu couple were struck as if by a heavy hammer, and their minds and magical powers suffered a severe backlash.

The crimson flames around Wu Daoren instantly went out. His chest felt as if it had been struck head-on by an invisible force. Blood gushed from his mouth, scorching and burning. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Madam Wu fared somewhat better, but if her husband hadn't risked his life to block most of the impact, she would likely have been in grave danger.

She took a deep breath, transformed into a dim, cold light, and tragically caught her falling husband. The two of them didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries, and fled in panic towards their altar without looking back, their figures staggering, clearly seriously injured and unable to hold on.

High in the sky, all chaos dissipated, leaving only Song Qin standing alone.

"They still won't back down?!"

On the Fusheng Dharma Altar, Yan Rongmu and the others frowned, glanced coldly at Song Qin, and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, Song Qin is really arrogant. We must not let her win any further."

Fu Danian, however, looked at Chen Mu, who remained calm, and said in a low voice, "We are beyond saving, perhaps we can let Fellow Daoist Chen go ahead for a while..."

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(End of this chapter)