Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 218 Thinking about it is wrong, even thinking about it is a sin!
The vast land of China.

Wrapped in silver.

Inside the pavilion halfway up the mountain, Qin Mengyao, carrying the "Flying Wing Sword," stood facing the wind, gazing up at the battle scene on the mountaintop, slightly lost in thought.

Beside him, the little Taoist priest sat on a stone bench, his hands covering his chubby, red face, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

After a long while, the Taoist priest let out a burp and sighed, "Although there are many masters in this world, a battle that transcends the mundane world is something that can only be encountered once in a lifetime."

Seeing that Qin Mengyao was still staring blankly at the distant mountains, without replying.

The little Taoist priest asked again, "Mengyao, who do you think will win?"

"Brother Dao, who do you think will win?"

Qin Mengyao smiled slightly, then suddenly asked a question.

"Six months ago, I could only say Li Ruohai," the little Taoist said with a grin. "But after meeting Ren Shaoyang, I lost my confidence."

Qin Mengyao sighed softly, "Yes, only by facing Ren Shaoyang directly can one truly understand how formidable he is!"

The little Taoist rubbed his chubby face and exhaled: "He is like a nightmare, constantly probing your weaknesses, vulnerabilities, and energy. As soon as you reveal a flaw, a storm of sword light will come and crush you from the mind to the body."

Qin Mengyao said, "This sword technique is similar to the 'Overturning Rain Sword,' yet completely different."

The little Taoist smiled slightly: "Of course they're different, his swordsmanship is much more ruthless!"

Qin Mengyao nodded and smiled, then looked at them for a while before suddenly asking, "What do you think of Ren Shaoyang and the other two?"

After listening, the little Taoist priest pondered for a long time, his eyes constantly changing, showing hesitation, surprise, and apprehension, before finally speaking carefully.

"A divine dragon soaring through the heavens! It can be admired from afar, but not provoked."

After listening to what the Taoist priest said, Qin Mengyao did not comment, but instead looked towards the mountaintop.

The two clashed with sword and spear, unleashing a powerful gust of wind that shot into the sky, creating a whirlwind over twenty feet long.

As the structure collapsed suddenly, the sound of trees falling was incessant.

At the same time, the blizzard reached the mountainside, and even experts like Qin Mengyao and Xiaoban Daoren felt the wind and snow stinging their faces, so they had to cover their faces with their hands.

Once the storm subsided, Qin Mengyao lowered her wrist and gazed into the distance.

Two towering figures stood majestically atop the mountain, their imposing presence blocking out the clouds and sun.

“Brother Xiaoban is right.” Qin Mengyao stared intently at the mountain and replied, “We absolutely cannot restrain these three, or even approach them. We should just show them goodwill.”

The young Taoist sighed and said, "Mengyao, I trust you." As he spoke, he patted his large belly, "But I don't trust some people!"

"Then let the news of today's decisive battle spread throughout the world!"

Qin Mengyao said in a deep voice, "Within the alliance, someone wants to target Ren Hongxiu, intending to imprison her in order to win over Ren Shaoyang and Li Ding'an, and get them to deal with Pang Ban."

"They should step in and achieve the greatest results when both sides are exhausted!"

"Fuck!"

The young Taoist priest was so startled that he sobered up instantly. He jumped up, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted, "Who is it? Which idiot came up with this?"

Qin Mengyao said calmly, "The immortals of the Changbai Sect."

The half-hearted Taoist priest extinguished the fire and muttered under his breath, "That old codger, he's an undercover agent, isn't he!"

"Brother Dao, watch your words!" Qin Mengyao said coldly. "The Immortal of Immortality is highly respected and virtuous; how can we juniors slander him at will?"

The little Taoist chuckled, scratched his head, and said, "I was just angry for a moment! Aren't they courting death by doing this?"

"It's just an idea, it hasn't been implemented yet."

"Thinking about it is wrong too!" The half-Taoist's eyes widened as he sneered, "Thinking about it is also a sin!"

Qin Mengyao hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Brother Dao, don't be angry. After this battle, Ren Shaoyang will be the third strongest expert after Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun."

"And there are also two great masters, Hongxiu and Ding'an!"

"Yes," Qin Mengyao said slowly, "the Three Fiends will probably become the three most difficult people to provoke in the world."

"It's hard to say," the half-Taoist shook his head repeatedly. "There are plenty of people who aren't afraid of death."

Suddenly, the wind subsided, the heavy snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became clear again.

It was nearly dusk, and the setting sun cast its rays, gradually revealing the evening glow, which dyed the snow-capped peaks of the mountains and sprinkled a golden hue, making people's eyes light up and their spirits soar.

The mountaintop was completely silent, with only the howling wind whipping up snow and mist, and the chill penetrating the air.

The half-baked Taoist muttered, "Is it all over?"

Qin Mengyao didn't speak, she just stared at the mountain road.

After a moment, footsteps sounded, and the two stared intently at the sound.

But then they saw Ren Shaoyang strolling over leisurely, hands behind his back. Qin Mengyao and her companion were taken aback. The little Taoist priest chuckled and patted his belly as he went to greet them: "Mr. Ren, who won between you and Li Ruohai?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his feet still on the ground: "We are all winners."

The Taoist priest gave a wry smile: "Stop playing riddles!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled and left with the words, "We'll have beggar's chicken and Shaoxing wine tonight. Don't forget to come over." Before he finished speaking, he vanished like a wisp of smoke into the white twilight.

Qin Mengyao watched his retreating figure and said slowly, "Brother Dao, the Three Fiends are not difficult to approach; it just requires sincerity in return."

"It's really difficult," the little Taoist said with a grin. "They may seem silly at times, but they are very perceptive of everyone's ulterior motives."

Just then, the two suddenly felt a fierce killing intent approaching and quickly turned their heads to look.

Then, Li Ruohai appeared beside the two of them at some point. He carried a "twelve-foot red spear" on one hand and Zong Yue's corpse in the other, walking silently.

At this moment, however, his face was pale, his lips were white, and his eyebrows and hair were covered with a layer of white frost.

Qin Mengyao and Xiao Ban Daoren were both surprised, but they were intimidated by his murderous aura and didn't know how to respond.

Li Ruohai's face turned from green to white, then from white to red, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Qin Mengyao took out a medicine bottle from her satchel, poured out a pill, and handed it to him.

Li Ruohai thanked him, then put the pill in his mouth. After a moment, he caught his breath and said, "If it weren't for Mengyao's pill, I'm afraid I would have made a huge fool of myself!"

The young Taoist asked, "Brother Li, are you alright?"

Li Ruohai laughed heartily and said loudly, "All past events are but fleeting clouds, the great path lies before us." As he spoke, his spirits soared, the frost on his face vanished, and he stood tall and straight as he slowly descended the mountain.

Qin Mengyao and the other person stared at each other for a long time.

The little Taoist sighed, "Sect Leader Li has found the way forward."

Qin Mengyao said leisurely, "The realm of the mind is like the bright moon in the sky, its silvery light shining everywhere, allowing everything to unfold naturally." She paused, then commented, "If this continues, Brother Li might just surprise even Pang Ban!"
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He saw dozens of experts staring intently at him from the opposite side.

Han Bai felt increasingly cold inside, his legs trembled, and his nose stung, almost causing snot to flow.

Suddenly, a warm little hand reached out to grasp it.

Hongxiu said softly, "Little Brother Han, with your sister here, you don't need to be afraid."

Upon hearing this, Han Bai looked towards the blood-stained clothes ahead. Amidst the swirling snow, Hongxiu's hair fluttered in the wind, and her deep black eyes shone with a confident light that disregarded life and death.

She has such great style!
Han Bai felt a jolt in his heart, thinking, "My sister and Brother Ren really look alike, but the only difference is that Sister Hongxiu has a somewhat wicked side."

Tan Yingshou, with his lover in his arms, walked up step by step and said with a smile, "Miss Hongxiu, Ren Shaoyang is not here. Are you still going to resist?"

Hongxiu glanced at the two people opposite her, one was burly with a sinister grin, and the other was wanton and seductive, laughing incessantly. Together, they were truly an adulterous couple.

The beggar glanced at him sideways, his face full of disdain: "A discarded pawn dares to talk back?"

Everyone was stunned.

Even the cunning and shrewd old fox, who was adept at conversation, couldn't help but change his expression slightly and angrily said, "Bullshit!"

Hongxiu smiled slightly: "It seems Fang Yeyu really isn't going to tell you just how fierce I am."

Tan Yingshou's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly released his hold on his lover. He swayed slightly and then abruptly lashed out at Hongxiu!

He sensed something was wrong, but with the die already cast, he had no choice but to proceed!

Han Bai called out from behind, "Sister Hongxiu, be careful!"

With a smile, Hongxiu casually grabbed the large sleeve in her hand.

Tan Yingshou was taken aback and suddenly tried to take it back, but a powerful force like thunder and fire rushed in through his sleeve. When his own true energy touched it, it was like ice and snow melting away completely.

To everyone's eyes, the sleeve instantly turned charred and yellow, as if it were burning with fire, emitting a burnt smell.

Tan Yingshou's eyes turned red and his veins bulged. His body swayed repeatedly, but he was extremely experienced in countless battles, and when he realized that Hongxiu's divine skill was amazing, he immediately tucked his large hand into his sleeve.

With a muffled groan, it arched its back like a shrimp and thrust forward with all its might!
With a "whoosh," his brocade robes scattered like countless butterflies, finally freeing him.

At the same time, he shouted and retreated backward.

Just then, a fierce gust of wind swept in, and Mo Yixian swooped down like a large bird, gently waving his folding fan. Each wave produced a sharp "whoosh" sound, and with each additional wave, the wind became even stronger.

The onlookers automatically moved to the sides, making room for a larger battlefield.

Mo Yixian shouted, "You brat, how can you possibly withstand the combined attack of the two of us!"

Tan Yingshou had also recovered by now. He took a deep breath, his back arched again, his hair flew wildly without wind, and his clothes billowed even more violently. He shouted, "Why bother fighting two against one?"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the force of his energy sent the flying snow swirling wildly, enveloping the three of them.

(End of this chapter)