Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 133 The busybody arrived, and the busybody delivered...
"Please spare my life, Venerable Master!"

The woman in purple cried out in a mournful voice, each word filled with sorrow and lamentation. Her soul-stirring voice reached Yun Yang's ears, as if a young woman of sixteen or seventeen was leaning against him, gently loosening her robes, her fragrance wafting out, and softly moaning.

Gu Zhao nodded, "Their spiritual power is not weak. They rely on mental power, so they are actually suitable for Zhengyi disciples to deal with."

"Why does Sect Leader look down on me?" Yun Yang quickly adapted to this old-fashioned way of speaking.

As a famous ancient capital, Xi'an is filled with people wearing Hanfu on the streets and alleys. Not to mention the ancient cultural activities in various scenic spots, even on the street, there are live streamers who stop passers-by to invite them to recite poems and verses.

"Capture the golden crystal to solidify the foundation of life, with the sun's soul in the east and the moon's radiance in the west. Refine the elixir of immortality within, and upon consuming it, one will be equal to heaven and earth."

Yun Yang recited a poem by Lu Zu: "A disciple of Quanzhen uses one breath of true qi to refine the elixir below and the spirit above, cultivating both body and spirit, with the soul and body in one boat, using this physical body to transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality, how could he neglect the spirit?"

The three female ghosts inside the sword curtain were terrified by the grandeur and scale of the poem. They fled with all their might while pleading in low voices.

Yun Yang laughed loudly, his long sword speeding up. Each move seemed crystal clear, yet they left afterimages in the eyes, appearing slow but actually fast, catching the three women off guard and causing them to be struck by his sword repeatedly.

"what!"

"Ok!"

"Oh!"

But no matter whether the three women turned into smoke and fled, resisted with ghostly energy, or fought back with their divine sense, they could not stop Yun Yang's long sword. The Daoist true energy in the long sword gradually eroded their ghostly energy.

If Yun Yang hadn't wanted to use them for actual sword practice, they would already be dead.

"Master, spare my life!"

"We sisters were ignorant and offended several monks. We are willing to kowtow and apologize. Please, monks, spare our lives!"

"This humble woman is willing to serve you in bed, and will certainly not disappoint you!" The woman in green waved her jade hand lightly, and the emerald green gauze skirt on her shoulders gently slipped off, revealing her fragrant shoulders and her rounded, full figure.

Yun Yang remained unmoved, his face as calm as a still lake, continuing his sword practice. Seeing the green-clad woman's seduction, he shook his head and scoffed, "I've seen plenty of foreign women warned by the FBI, what's this compared to that?"

The woman in green was puzzled. "Big foreign horse? What is that? A horse demon?"
By this time, Yun Yang had mastered the Eight Immortals Sword technique. He had thoroughly mastered both the lightness skill and the internal energy cultivation through actual combat.

That being the case...

Yun Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he tightened his grip on his hand.

Just then, a powerful burst of yin energy suddenly erupted from not far away and rapidly approached. "Spare his life!"

Upon hearing this voice, the three female ghosts became agitated.

"Brother Green Face!"

"Hurry up and save us!"

But before the yin energy could get close, Yun Yang's longsword was already covered with Daoist true qi, and the sword wind suddenly howled shrilly, piercing the hearts of the three women in an instant.

After three screams, each different in length, rang out almost simultaneously, the three female ghosts turned into thick liquid and vanished into thin air, leaving only three sets of dresses—purple silk, red silk, and green gauze—that gently drifted to the ground.

"You killed them? Didn't I just tell you to spare their lives?"

The voice was initially distant, but by the last word, it had reached the scene. The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man dressed in a grayish-blue outfit, with dark blue hair and a pale, bluish complexion. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Yun Yang.
This man exuded a chilling aura, surrounded by ghostly energy. His presence was far stronger than that of the three female ghosts. Judging by his cultivation level, he seemed to be even above Ren Tianhe, the first general of the Golden Wind Sect, and not much weaker than Yu Fei.

"If you tell me to spare his life, and I just do it, how embarrassing would that be?"

Yun Yang brandished his longsword, its tip radiating a sharp, piercing aura of true qi, pointing it at the man. Sensing the man's murderous aura, a smile appeared on his lips. "Since you want to keep someone here, then you can stay too."

The man in blue glared and shouted, "You still want to kill me?"

Yun Yang answered with his sword again.

A celestial being points the way, Xiangzi plays the flute, and a fairy maiden lies drunk!
Before the sword's edge arrived, the sword wind arrived. The man in blue felt that the sword wind was mixed with a pure and righteous true energy. His ghostly aura, which was spreading outwards, had no effect on him and was scattered to both sides as if it were tofu cut by a sharp blade.

"Who are you?" The man in blue was shocked. As he retreated, he simultaneously raised his hand and shot out a small white bone arrow filled with a strong ghostly aura, aiming straight for Yun Yang's face.

Yun Yang was not yet proficient in the Golden Light Spell, so he raised his longsword, and with a soft "ding," the longsword and the small white bone arrow made a metallic clang.

Yun Yang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he cleaved the small white bone arrow away.

Gu Zhao could see clearly that Yun Yang was using the fine steel longsword brought by Daoist Yi Hong, which was imbued with profound pure Yang Qi. With a single strike, he pierced through the ghostly aura of the white bone arrow and carved a deep sword mark on its surface.

The man in blue couldn't help but grunt, both shocked and furious. "You dare to break my magic weapon? Today I will tear you apart and rip your soul to shreds!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in blue waved his hand, and six more small white bone arrows appeared, making a total of seven arrows, including the one that had just fallen to the ground, which shot straight at Yun Yang.

Although these seven small white bone arrows were not considered powerful magical artifacts, their large number and dense ghostly aura forced even Yun Yang to retreat before he could activate the Golden Light Spell.

"Heaven and Earth are the origin of all things, the root of all energy. Through countless eons of cultivation, I will attain divine power."

"Shh!"

A golden light suddenly appeared, and Yun Yang was like an 800-watt light bulb in the night, his whole body shimmering with golden light, and the sword light carrying the true qi of the Daoist sect protected him perfectly.

Before the seven small white bone arrows even got close, they seemed to turn into bullets piercing the water, their speed suddenly slowing down, and their ghostly aura began to be worn away by the golden light.

Feeling the intense golden light, the man in blue robes seemed to have encountered his nemesis. But in addition to fear, his eyes were filled with ferocity, as if he was determined to kill Yun Yang.

The man in blue shouted, and ghostly energy surged into the white bone arrow, determined to break through Yun Yang's protective golden light.

Gu Zhao scratched his face. "This guy is a bit ungrateful."

The next moment, the golden light suddenly surged, and the seven small white bone arrows instantly flew away. The man in green couldn't help but exhale a breath of black gas, his face turned pale, and his aura plummeted.

The man in blue glared again at the guy who was clearly far inferior to him in skill but was actually more powerful than him, then waved his hand to retrieve the small white bone arrow and turned to leave.

However, he didn't choose the right direction to leave. Instead of returning the way he came, he flew towards Gu Zhao, raised his right hand, and a few wisps of black energy appeared in his palm.

"You want to protect them?" The man in blue turned to look at Yun Yang and sneered, "Then I'll kill them!"

Then the man in blue saw an incredulous look in Yun Yang's eyes, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)