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Chapter 204, Part 203: The Purple-Gold Ruyi, Thunder God Tianpeng (6,000 words)

"Why has Master Yang come?"

Upon hearing the older Daoist nun specifically requesting Qici, before Dezheng could make a move, Zheng Lang stepped forward and subtly concealed Li Cunxiao's figure, sighing inwardly.

He had vaguely heard about the feud between the fat Maitreya and the Taoist nun.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly. Before I could even get my business done, the troublemakers arrived first.

'The Taoist priests of the Northern Emperor's faction are rigid, cruel, and lack human understanding. We can't let anything happen to Li Cunxiao, otherwise we won't be able to call for reinforcements.'

Seeing the opponent's aggressive approach and unfriendly expression, Li Cunxiao immediately moved back to Dezheng's side, using his inner energy to force the sound into a line:

"Abbot, who is this person? Does he have a grudge against my master?"

Dezheng also felt a headache coming on, but still answered:

"This person is an elder of Magu Mountain, a sacred site of Taoism. His name is Yang Lingjun, and he is known as the Goddess of Lightning. His swordsmanship and thunder magic are particularly sharp. He is a grandmaster on the same level as your master and the head of the Zheng family."

“I didn’t ask about the specifics of the conflict, but judging from the fact that she brought her apprentice, she probably wasn’t there to fight to the death.”

Ok?
The middle-aged Taoist nun's aura was too strong, and Li Cunxiao was reminded that there was a young Taoist nun beside Yang Lingjun.

She looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with dignified manners, a beautiful face, and a whisk in her hand, exuding an air of elegance and composure.

In contrast, his teacher appeared sharp and ruthless, like a drawn sword, making it difficult for people to feel close to him.

“Master Zheng, not every peacemaker can act like this, and you don’t need to make excuses here.”

“I wasn’t mistaken just now. This junior is using the Fiery Hellfire Spear. Don’t tell me you don’t recognize which family’s tradition this is?”

Yang Lingjun remained aloof and spoke with unwavering conviction, clearly unmoved by Zheng Lang's attempts to reconcile.

"I had no intention of hiding anything," Zheng Lang said, knowing the strange temper of these Northern Emperor Sect Taoists and understanding that further delay would be useless. He was going to see Qici anyway, so their urging wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Young friend Li, where is your master now?"

"Here it is."

A slightly helpless voice came from outside the wall, and apart from Li Cunxiao and Dezheng, who were already used to it, the other four were taken aback.

Then a fat monk carrying a cloth bag walked in first from outside the door. He had a kind face and was bare-chested.

"How could I not have noticed at such a close distance?"

Zheng Lang muttered to himself, a hint of joy in his eyes.

Even among grandmasters, there are differences between them.

He was overwhelmed with worries about the Ming Cult and Huang Chao, so when he asked for help, he naturally hoped that the other party would be as strong as possible.

"That bald thief, his skills have improved again."

Yang Lingjun's sharp eyebrows furrowed, and his expression was not good.

Compared to established masters like Qici, she can be considered a rising star.

Originally, he had learned about his enemies from the ill-intentioned Ming Cult after leaving the pass, and thought he could turn the tables on them.

Judging from the current situation, the gap between the two has not only not narrowed, but seems to have widened.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced at the disciple beside her.

Although I'm reluctant, I'm afraid that's the only way.
"It's the Zheng family of Xingyang again, and fellow Daoists from the Northern Emperor Sect. This place is really lively."

Qi had just entered the courtyard when Taiyi Zhenren walked over with measured steps.

Before the words were even finished, the expressions of the four people present were once again shocked:
"Taiyi Zhenren?!"

"Brother Taiyi?!"

"How did you get here?" ×2
Zheng Lang's mind raced, and he quickly put on a smile:
"Brother Dao is not in Pingdingshan? Du Guanglei, the young friend of your sect, a true disciple of Dao Tong Zhenren, went to look for you, but unexpectedly we met here."

"Guang Lei? That kid, he's been sent by his master to deliver a message again."

Master Taiyi, seemingly lost in thought, pursed his lips and glanced at the middle-aged Daoist nun beside him:

"Fellow Daoist Yang, are you here to cause trouble for this monk?"

Before the other party could speak, he walked to Li Cunxiao's side and put his hand on the latter's shoulder:

"I have no objection to you fighting this fat Maitreya, but Li Cunxiao is our disciple, so be careful when you fight."

So domineering?

Listening to the old Taoist priest's words, Li Cunxiao realized that they were no different from "you decide what to do." While he said he had no opinion, he had actually laid out his opinion in plain sight.

"I wonder what this junior is learning from you, fellow Daoist?"

"Of course, I'd learn alchemy."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he added a thought to himself.

Soon I will be learning the true skills of Taoism. My disciple is truly extraordinary, hehe.
"That really shows great promise."

Upon hearing this, Yang Lingjun first frowned, then for some reason relaxed, giving Li Cunxiao a meaningful look that made the latter feel uneasy.

"Hahahaha, I never imagined that a single Songcheng could bring the four of us together."

"This is a rare opportunity. Why not take advantage of the precious space of Tiangu Temple to discuss the Dao and explore profound mysteries? Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?"

As Zheng Lang spoke, he walked to De Zheng's side, but before he could speak, Yang Lingjun abruptly interrupted him:
"Although I don't want to spoil the mood, I want Brother Zheng to know that I've come here to settle old scores."

"With our grudges unresolved, there's absolutely no way I'd sit down and discuss philosophy with this bald thief!"

How do you want to settle this?

Qi Ci's expression was indifferent, and his tone lacked its usual amiability:

"Back then, your younger brother relied on your status as a true disciple of Magu Mountain to act arrogantly and domineeringly. I only crippled his dantian because he hadn't harmed anyone."

"It's just that your dantian is ruined?"

Yang Lingjun sneered, "What difference is there between a martial artist who cannot practice martial arts and one who is dead?"

"On the contrary, you, as a senior, attacked a junior at the Qi and Blood Realm. Don't you think that's too harsh?"

"mean?"

Qi Ci laughed upon hearing this, but his expression turned cold.

"In my eyes, there is no distinction between high and low realms, only between good and evil."

"No matter how great one's demeanor and appearance, can they outweigh one's morality?"

"Considering that this was his first offense and you were unaware of it at the time, the rules of Magu Mountain are strict. I knew this was an exception, so I only touched on it briefly."

"If he abuses his power and you deliberately protect him, Yang Lingjun, do you think you still have a chance to advance step by step from a true disciple to an elder?"

Master, please don't be so sharp-tongued.
Seeing the Taoist nun's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot, Li Cunxiao subconsciously turned his head away. He then discovered that Dezheng had already left sometime earlier, clearly indicating that the host had no say here and could only quietly slip away.

According to Qici, the matter was actually quite simple: his master had acted chivalrously in his early years and crippled the other party's younger brother.

However, because the abbot was reasonable and did not punish relatives, Yang Lingjun, who had progressed step by step from a true disciple to his current master level, wanted to get revenge.

To be honest, he felt that there was nothing wrong with what the monk Qici did.

Anyone can say something like "killing the whole family," but actually eradicating the root of the problem is a real hassle to do.

The situation wasn't particularly serious at the time, so stopping short of a confrontation was the appropriate course of action.

Otherwise, Yang Lingjun, who was already a true disciple of Magu Mountain at the time, could have directly attacked, and that great monk might not be alive today.

"I admit what you said is true," surprisingly, the Taoist nun said, though her face was pale.

"As a disciple of the Supreme Pure Northern Emperor Tai Xuan, one should uphold the Black Law and use it to bind the law and protect the Way."

“I have been practicing Taoism in the mountains for many years, and I have not been able to control my family members, which has made them arrogant and do evil.”

"From a moral standpoint, your actions are not wrong, and are even considered merciful."

“But public matters are public and private matters are private. My brother is quite talented. With my help, he can at least reach the Heavenly Ladder and live to be sixty years old.”

"But thanks to you, he was unable to learn martial arts and passed away suddenly in his seventies."

"There is no enmity or grudge between us. If we do not resolve the pent-up feelings in our hearts, there is no point in talking about martial arts and divine attainment in the future."

After Yang Lingjun spoke to this point, everyone could tell that the Taoist nun did indeed have a grudge, but it wasn't serious enough to warrant a fight to the death.

"Xuanjing," a voice called out, and the female Taoist priest who had remained silent all along immediately stepped forward.

"This is my disciple Deng Xuanjing. He has now achieved the Huangting stage and opened up the six extraordinary meridians."

"Let these younger generation settle our scores, what do you say?"

The Six Extraordinary Meridians?

Zheng Ya, standing to the side, was taken aback upon hearing this. This level was already among the top in the major holy lands and aristocratic families.

Going further up, let alone opening another meridian, even opening another aperture becomes extremely difficult.

The Great Perfection of the Seven Meridians or even the Eight Meridians is something that even the leaders of various sects may not be able to achieve.

Ultimately, while it's good to cultivate the Great Perfection of the Yellow Court and achieve the Qi Sea, it doesn't mean that achieving the Qi Sea guarantees one's ascent to the Heavenly Ladder or breakthrough of the Mysterious Gate.

On the contrary, the more a martial artist pursues the ultimate, the more likely they are to fall off the cliff.

Such a gamble is not worthwhile for a powerful force in choosing a successor.

“That’s acceptable,” Qi Ci said, glancing at Taiyi Zhenren beside him.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Li Cunxiao felt that the great monk seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you think?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard. "You can fight."

“But my disciple is only at the fourth level of the Yellow Court Meridian, which is not an advantage. I can’t let him get beaten up for nothing, can I?”

"Look at Patriarch Zheng, he's willing to use refined gold. You come empty-handed to challenge him. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Yang Lingjun was taken aback upon hearing this and couldn't help but look at Zheng Lang. The latter was speechless, nodded helplessly, and cursed the old Taoist priest inwardly for being shameless.

You're a master alchemist; your wealth is probably greater than the combined wealth of the three people present. Even if refined gold is rare, is it worth it for you to be like this?

"Alright, then I'll also contribute a piece of refined gold."

Without hesitation, Yang Lingjun took out a piece of blue mineral dotted with gold flecks from his sleeve. This piece was larger than Zheng Lang's, about the size of a goose egg.

so generous?

Li Cunxiao didn't react much to the other party's Six Extraordinary Meridians, but his eyes lit up when he saw the golden essence. Two pieces of golden essence should be enough to upgrade the Wind-Fire Wheels into divine weapons, right?

"There is only one condition," Yang Lingjun said, flipping his hand and the golden essence retracting back into his sleeve.

"Let Li Cunxiao and the younger generation of the Zheng family fight first. We won't take advantage of their vulnerability, how about that?"

Trying to figure me out?
Li Cunxiao instantly understood the other party's intention. To put it bluntly, both Deng Xuanjing and Zheng Ya were geniuses with pride, and naturally disdained tactics like a war of attrition.

However, there is nothing wrong with observing the clashes between opponents.

This nun, in particular, was willing to pay a piece of gold essence for this, without even asking Li Cunxiao to offer an equal wager. Clearly, she came with the intention of venting her anger.

"My disciple, what do you think?"

Li Cunxiao met the inquiring gazes of his two masters and nodded gently.

With the reward, his fighting spirit soared even higher, flames blazing in his eyes, fire snakes coiling around them.

With a rip of his clothes, two pairs of arms, as red as lava, stretched out, their intense heat scorching the air.

Zheng Ya took a few steps closer and noticed that his hair was slightly curled up. He was surprised, but his fighting spirit was also ignited.

The purple true energy, like clouds and mist, surged and churned, resembling the shapes of lingzhi mushrooms and swirling clouds, rising and falling gracefully and effortlessly.

If he could defeat Li Cunxiao, he would also like to experience the martial arts of the Magu Mountain lineage.

"A four-armed Asura? This person looks young, but his cultivation is actually on par with Zheng Ya's?"

After the agreement was made, Yang Lingjun's expression relaxed, while Deng Xuanjing's gaze turned serious as he looked at his upcoming opponent.

The stalemate didn't last long before the two figures, one in red and one in purple, collided. A roar and shockwave exploded in the courtyard, but it was confined to a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and did not affect the surrounding walls and bricks.

"Uncle-Master Taiyi? So you've been here!"

The young voice was initially loud, but quickly subsided after seeing the scene in the courtyard, without disturbing the two dueling players or Deng Xuanjing, who was watching the battle intently.

"Guang Lei?"

Taiyi looked up upon hearing the sound and saw Dezheng leading a young Taoist priest with a red nose into the room.

The latter first thanked Dezheng, then carefully looked around, his gaze lingering on Zheng Lang and Yang Lingjun before quickly looking away. Suppressing his curiosity, he asked:
"Uncle-Master, I went to Pingdingshan to look for you, but I didn't find you. I was just about to come and find Patriarch Zheng when Abbot Dezheng said you were at the temple, so I came immediately."

"We'll talk about that later," Taiyi glanced at his opponent before turning his gaze back to the two combatants.

Du Guanglei remained silent, but knowing the old Taoist's personality, he dared not urge him and could only look at Zheng Ya and Li Cunxiao, who were fighting.

After only a few glances, he exclaimed in surprise.

Du Guanglei had come with the Zheng family, so he naturally knew about Zheng Ya, the most outstanding member of the Zheng family in Xingyang.

The latter cultivates the Zheng family's ancestral "Ruyi Purple Gold Hammer," possessing extraordinary combat power. He can hold his own against a True Form martial artist for twenty or thirty moves, which is quite remarkable.

The so-called "Ruyi" means that one can get whatever one wants, and the transformation of true energy is flexible and free.
Purple gold is the image of the elixir of immortality. Lead, which is Yang, is superior, and mercury, which is Yin, is inferior. Red mercury and black lead, water and fire combined, form the elixir of purple gold, which is indestructible.

The fist is a fist, and the ten fingers are connected to the heart. The fist is the expression of the mind, and it explodes like thunder, swift and unstoppable.

Therefore, the Ruyi Zijin Chui martial art is not only powerful, but also versatile, easy to control, and ubiquitous, making it difficult to deal with.

At this moment, among the two fighting, Zheng Ya was shrouded in purple-gold true energy. Judging from his appearance, his hands and feet did not move much, but purple-gold true energy was constantly shooting out from the ground under Li Cunxiao's feet and the walls beside him.

Swift as thunder, sudden and explosive, the attack was extremely fierce.

However, Li Cunxiao's response was even more astonishing.

Seeing the bursts of true energy around him, he neither dodged nor avoided them, his entire body enveloped and coiled by the red snake.

His true energy surged, yet it was not crude; on the contrary, it was controlled with extreme precision, and the scales, claws, and hair were lifelike.

This wasn't done for show, but to demonstrate that he had mastered the martial art to perfection, possessing an almost divine quality, as if it were alive.

The significance of transforming true qi into form lies in the fact that martial artists do not need to deliberately manipulate it; with a single thought, the moves flow smoothly like a torrential downpour, as if divinely aided.

Rather than saying it's the manifestation of true qi, it's more accurate to say it's the manifestation of martial arts, which has gained a trace of intelligence.

At this moment, the red snake on Li Cunxiao's body is the automatic manifestation of the "Hell of All Union".

However, unlike his usual method of crushing opponents with giant peaks, he did the opposite, using giant peaks to protect himself.

On each of his four freed arms gripped a chain formed from Flame-Magic True Qi, resembling a living python whip, which lashed out at Zheng Ya with lightning speed—

Black Rope Hell!

"Such resilient internal energy! Even the Ruyi Purple Gold Hammer couldn't break it? No, he's also using another martial art at the same time!"

Zheng Ya noticed the black dragon that was faintly visible around the red snake, and he was extremely shocked.

The strength of the Zheng family's Ruyi Purple Gold Hammer lies in its unpredictability; it combines lead and mercury, and harmonizes water and fire, making it indestructible.

But I never expected that the opponent I met today would have an even stronger internal energy than myself.

Divine skills are not something they are qualified to learn at their level. Their skills are all unique and extraordinary. The only explanation is that Li Cunxiao has cultivated many high-grade martial arts, and more than one of them has been perfected.

The combination of the characteristics of so many different martial arts techniques is what achieves such a terrifying effect.

Even though he keeps maneuvering and shifting positions, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Unable to break through the defenses, even the most familiar combat methods are ineffective.

In the midst of the stalemate, Li Cunxiao seized upon Zheng Ya's mental fluctuations and suddenly increased his output of true energy.

In an instant, the chains held by the four arms multiplied from one to more than a dozen.

Dozens of chains trembled and intertwined, forming a dense, impenetrable net that instantly caught Zheng Ya off guard.

not good!

Zheng Ya's expression turned solemn, and his purple-gold true energy quickly receded, forming a protective cloak around his body.

However, his defense was swift, and the crimson chains of true energy moved even faster. The moment they came into contact with the purple-gold true energy, the latter seemed to come alive, transforming into countless tiny crimson chain snakes that burrowed into Zheng Ya's body.

When the two kinds of true energy came into contact, they produced a hissing sound, like swords being quenched in water.

Zheng Ya felt his true energy rapidly burning, but before he could react further, a sudden, intense pleasure surged from his tailbone to the top of his head, making him shiver. He couldn't help but curse inwardly:

What the hell is this thing?!
"Let's stop here," Zheng Lang said with a strange expression, taking the initiative to call a halt.

"We lost this match."

Li Cunxiao, still not satisfied, clasped his five fingers together, and the red snakes on Zheng Ya's body immediately scattered and wrapped around his four arms again.

After achieving Huang Ting perfection, this was the first time he had ever fought anyone.

I never expected that the Blissful Realm of Flame Demon True Qi would be so powerful as to affect the opponent.

After all, most of his opponents in the past were killed by him in just a few moves, before the special effects of the Flame Demon True Qi could even be unleashed.

In retrospect, the results have been surprisingly good.

In a duel between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant. Even if the blissful state of the Flame Demon True Qi only makes the opponent tremble slightly, it's not a loss.

However, this victory was not a fight to the death; the Zheng family maintained good manners and decorum, and Zheng Ya clearly had a backup plan.

Perhaps Zheng Lang did this on purpose so that Li Cunxiao could preserve his strength and do him a favor.

Of course, he didn't use his full strength either.

Zheng Ya's expression was a mixture of shame, indignation, lingering reminiscence, and embarrassment. Once calmed, he bowed slightly to the latter, returned to Zheng Lang's side, and whispered:
"Thank you, grandfather, for saving my dignity."

"This person's true energy is truly strange, penetrating everywhere, intoxicating and corrosive, causing me to lose my composure."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Lang's eyes showed even more surprise and interest.

"Besides the Tantric lineage he received at Qinglong Temple, Qi Ci also has a portion of the Pure Land lineage. I've never seen this martial art before."

"You didn't lose unjustly."

Seeing the emotional turmoil in his great-grandson's heart, Zheng Lang refrained from saying anything harsh.

A loud drum doesn't need a heavy hammer; for a wise person, sometimes a little touch is enough.

Zheng Ya comes from a privileged family and has a starting point far above ordinary people, which is why he has received too much praise that exceeds his actual abilities.

Putting aside the matter of Qici, today's battle alone is enough to teach my promising descendants a lesson.

"Uncle-Master, why do I feel that this person's martial arts have the shadow of the Horned Wood Dragon King's Skill?"

Du Guanglei looked back and forth between Taiyi Zhenren and Li Cunxiao with suspicion in his eyes.

"What shadow? This is the Horned Wood Dragon, this is the Burning Wood Blade."

The old Taoist priest looked quite pleased with himself, while the former was taken aback by what he heard.

The Burning Wood Blade may seem like just a high-grade martial art, but it is actually part of the "Azure Dragon True Scripture of the Wood" in the "Four Symbols True Skill," the core inheritance of Louguan Dao.

The seven martial arts styles of Jiao Mu Jiao, Kang Jin Long, Di Tu Hao, Fang Ri Tu, Xin Yue Hu, Wei Huo Hu, and Ji Shui Bao, when combined, become a divine skill.

Judging from his master's words, that young man was actually the true disciple that Taiyi Zhenren had accepted after many years.
But what the other side just used was entirely Buddhist in its methods.

this.
As Du Guanglei's expression changed, Yang Lingjun, who was not far away, had already given a few instructions to his apprentice.

It's unclear what he said, but the latter nodded and walked over step by step.

With each step Deng Xuanjing took, it seemed as if electric arcs were dancing in the pores of her skin.

At first it wasn't obvious, but as time went on, the electric arcs became denser and denser, forming a dark blue ball of lightning.

The moment the lightning ball appeared, Li Cunxiao felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

This doesn't mean he's about to lose, but rather that his opponent must have means that could threaten his life.

"The Northern Emperor's Thunder God Technique is going to be tough to fight now."

Du Guanglei seemed to have remembered something and couldn't help but speak up:

"Although the Beidi School of Magu Mountain is based on the bloodline of the Deng family, it has discovered many talents because it does not restrict its teachings to people of other surnames, and its descendants have never lost their talents."

"When performing thunder magic, one cannot command the Thunder God without Tianpeng; when performing thunder magic alone, one cannot see its effects without Tianpeng."

"This junior sister must be cultivating the true teachings of the Northern Emperor Sect's Thunder Techniques. It appears to be the Yin Five Thunders of the Five Thunder Techniques, and her cultivation level is two levels higher."

His words clearly indicated that he was not optimistic.

However, neither Taiyi nor Qici remained calm and composed upon seeing this scene.

"This senior sister."

Before Li Cunxiao could finish speaking, a sudden burst of flames erupted from behind him, and crimson fire exploded, launching a surprise attack without hesitation.

However, before he had taken even half a step, a shadow had already covered him three feet in front of him.
The dark blue lightning energy transformed into the shapes of an axe and an imperial bell, and in an instant, it exploded into a pool of plasma lightning!
(End of this chapter)