The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 160 The Dragon's Roar Raises Waves

Ao Xuantao nodded slightly. He knew that this prefect was always one to repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge. At the Reclining Buddha Temple, he was able to draw his sword and fight to the death without retreating. Here, he would naturally choose to fight as well.

Xuan Zhuzi quickly pushed open the door and came out. Zhou Yan's face was amiable as he said:
"Uncle Shen, how are Bihen and the others?"

Xuan Zhuzi glanced at Zhou Yan, then pretended not to know anything and replied:
"Master Shen Cangming's injury is a broken arm. If it were simply a matter of restoring his daily activities, it would be easy. However, Master Shen's swordsmanship and archery skills require a high level of skill in the meridians of his arm."

"We need to reconnect every broken meridian and reopen it."

"This is a meticulous task."

"Fortunately, your identity allows you to get help from several senior masters in the Louguan Sect. In seven more days, the meridians at the severed arm can be reconnected. To be honest, although Master Shen Cangming was highly skilled in martial arts, he was ultimately a practical fighter."

"Whether it's physical care or personal cultivation, it's actually quite ordinary."

"It is only through sheer ferocity and malevolent energy that one can reach this level."

"This time, after his right arm was broken, it was first tempered and strengthened by the Qingming Pavilion Master with demonic power, and then the impurities of the demonic power were removed by my Taoist seniors. All of his meridians were opened up by the Taoist high master with his magic power."

"Something must have changed, so it can be said that misfortune has turned into blessing."

"His skill has greatly increased."

Xuan Zhuzi had previously refused to tell Zhou Yan about Shen Cangming's recovery, but now that his condition had completely stabilized, she finally told him the good news. Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that Uncle Shen has recovered."

Xuan Zhuzi said, "However, this arm has been separated from the body for too long. Even if it is reattached, it cannot immediately return to its original familiarity. It needs to start with simple movements and slowly recuperate and recover."

"But don't worry, this period of time won't be too long."

"Once he recovers, Master Shen Cangming should be able to restore his original cultivation level."

Zhou Yan nodded and asked, "Where is Bihen?"

Xuan Zhuzi's expression turned slightly solemn as he said, "She is a spirit reincarnated from a mayfly, born with the bones of a Daoist, strong in perception and aura, but weak in physique. She was severely injured by the magic weapon of the Cloud Platform Giant Spirit General."

"Furthermore, she is only a seventh-rank cultivator, while the Giant Spirit General of Yuntai Peak, even after leaving Yuntai Peak, is at the peak of the sixth rank. She has suffered a great injury and needs to recuperate properly."

Zhou Yan nodded. Xuan Zhuzi looked at Zhou Yan, sighed, took the green pouch from her back to the front, rummaged around, took out a few small bottles, and handed them to Zhou Yan: "Here, take these."

"This is……"

The young Taoist priest cried out in anguish, "Sister Bihen is so beautiful, and she's been beaten until she vomited blood! I need to find a place to hold a retribution!"

Zhou Yan said, "I don't intend to..."

Xuan Zhuzi rolled her eyes and said irritably, "We haven't known each other for long, but I know what you're up to. Don't underestimate the Giant Spirit General. The peak sixth rank of the Mountain God is different from the sixth rank of the Human Race's Xuan Official."

"Look, can Daoist Yuan Danqiu defeat the Giant Spirit General?"

"That's impossible, right?!"

“My master’s advisor is a doctor who can cure all kinds of diseases and save lives. But if you give him a knife to fight the Giant Spirit General, the old man will be helpless. He will have to treat himself.”

"Mountain gods and earth deities, especially those from famous mountains and rivers, can only be defeated by a corresponding human Xuan official leading a large army. For example, if the great hero Shen Cangming were at his peak and led an army, he could defeat the Giant Spirit General."

"Going it alone won't work; but the Western Mountain True Lord pantheon is the one that governs warfare, and the Giant Spirit General also has a large army under his command. The Cloud Platform Camp is one of the 43,000 warriors under the Western Mountain True Lord, and it is full of spirits and rocks."

"The Giant Spirit General did not lead any troops."

"I know you're going to fight him. Here, these might be useful."

Zhou Yan looked at these things and asked, "What are these?"

Xuan Zhuzi said, "Among these pills, one is [Mountain Rock], which can temporarily increase the qi and blood of your internal organs and prevent injury from shock; this one is [Long Sky], which can increase your total mana within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"This is [Crimson Flame], which can add a fiery element to your internal energy."

Xuan Zhuzi clenched his fist tightly:
"Give him a good beating! Let's vent our anger!"

Shall we beat him up?

Zhou Yan's lips curled into a smile, "Alright, I'll trouble you to find a female Taoist priest to take care of Bihen here." Xuan Zhuzi said, "Aren't you going to go see her?"

Zhou Yan said, "Wait a bit, I'll be back in a little while."

"it is good."

Xuan Zhuzi went back.

Zhou Yan stood quietly, then suddenly said, "Elder Ao, I'd like to trouble you to guide the water system first." Ao Xuantao nodded slightly, then transformed into a cloud and disappeared. Zhou Yan turned around, looking at the tree shadows behind him and the figure under the shade of the trees, and said:

"Should I say Miss Li or Miss Yang?"

Li Zhiwei walked over and smiled slightly:
"Oh my, the little guy has such a keen sense of perception."

"Pat your head."

She stood on tiptoe, pretending to reach out and touch Zhou Yan's head.

Zhou Yan glanced at her, then raised his hand like a knife and slashed at Li Lizhiwei's head.

A crisp sound.

Zhou Yan said irritably, "Miss Li, please stop pretending to be your great-grandmother."

"Ah, you saw right through me."

Li Zhiwei held her head, somewhat regretfully, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I sent Huaiyin to take care of Sister Bihen, although she seems to want to take care of Hero Shen more. So, if you're planning to take revenge, do you want me to come along?"

Li Zhiwei seemed eager to try.

Zhou Yan noticed that his teammates seemed to be quite bold.

Thinking about Li Longji, it's highly likely that Li Zhiwei's personality is somewhat at the ancestral level.

Zhou Yan asked, "What is your level of attainment?"

The petite Miss Li raised her head: "A ninth-rank painter."

Zhou Yan asked, "What can we do?"

Li Zhiwei said, "Don't underestimate my lineage of painters."

"Painting is a divine art, and brush and ink convey the Dao. Although we are classified as a scattered sect, we can gather the essence of heaven and earth into a single painting. If we cultivate to the legendary level, we can be like Fuxi, who opened the heavens with a single stroke!"

"The most powerful magic weapon is the Mountain and River Map that Fuxi personally drew for the Goddess Nuwa. At that time, a small world and blessed land can be opened up within a painting. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Zhou Yan looked at the girl who had finally found her way into the art of painting and was now full of enthusiasm.

"how about you?"

Li Zhiwei's excitement subsided slightly, and he said, "I... I can enter a state of divine inspiration through painting, and I can see the supernatural powers in Taoist and Buddhist scriptures. I can preserve a part of the essence of these things..."

Okay, purely support staff.

Zhou Yan sighed.

"but……"

Then he saw Li Zhiwei's lips slightly upturned, her eyes lowered, and with a turn of her eyes, she suddenly possessed a charm that could make one's heart stop. He subconsciously took a step back, and the girl took half a step forward, pressed her palm against Zhou Yan's chest, and breathed softly on Zhou Yan's face.

The sixteen-year-old girl possessed a charming innocence, a blend of shrewdness and playfulness that Zhou Yan had displayed in his youth. Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Then I heard a voice with a hint of laughter:
"However, with me included, it's different."

Zhou Yan placed one hand on Li Zhiwei's forehead and looked behind her.

Yang Taizhen let her left hand hang down in the breeze, supported her chin with one hand, and used the wind to 'guide' Li Zhiwei with the other.

Zhou Yan's forehead vein throbbed: "Yang Yuhuan!"

Li Zhiwei gritted her teeth: "Great-Grandma!"

"Oh dear, alright, alright, I'm done playing. How can young people not understand fun?" Yang Taizhen smiled and withdrew the spell, saying, "I am also a Daoist primordial spirit. Although I have no physical body and my magical power has greatly decreased, I can still help Xiaoyun'er with some things."

"To defeat the Giant Spirit General, having more people is better; it gives us a greater chance of success, doesn't it?"

Yang Taizhen whispered a few words, and Li Zhiwei nodded slightly.

Zhou Yan said, "That can indeed help."

"Very well, then you two can stay here; whether you are a painter or a primordial spirit, it's never a good thing for that giant spirit to get close to you."

Yang Taizhen said, "Even if the mountain god of Yuntai Peak leaves Yuntai Peak, he cannot be regarded as an ordinary mountain god."

Zhou Yan gripped the knife and said:

"If that's the case with Mount Hua, perhaps it is, but what about the mountain god of Mount Yuntai...? May I ask..."

Amidst the deep roar of a dragon, clouds gathered behind Zhou Yan, the Taoist's sleeves billowed, his fingers lightly resting on the hilt of his sword, and he turned to ask, "Mountain Lord of Yuntai Peak and Dragon Lord of the Jing River?"

Which is better or worse?

During this brief conversation, Zhou Yan faintly heard the sound of flowing water. The originally clear and bright moonlight was obscured by layers of light mist, indicating that Ao Xuantao was ready.

..............................

The giant spirit looked into his own eyes in the Mystic Mirror.

His left eye had become a glass bead, and in the very center of the bead was a glaring knife scar. He tried to restore it with his supernatural powers, but to no avail.

The giant spirit of the cloud platform smashed the Xuan Guang Mirror in its hand to the ground.

The expression on his face was quite unpleasant.

It's such a waste of his energy to be a mere seventh-rank Xuan official! How hateful!

But getting angry is useless now, he muttered to himself:
"Phew... It's alright. Even if it's Buddhist fire, just a mere Buddhist demon-subduing fire, once I return to Yuntai Peak, I can restore it by cleansing it with the boundless energy of the earth's veins. I'm really not used to it..."

He clenched his fist. As a mountain god, having left the territory of the Western Mountain lineage, his strength had declined to a certain extent, and he was unable to use the various supernatural powers and spells supported by the Yuntai Peak's earth veins.

Without the power of Yuntai Peak, his current realm is the peak of the sixth rank.

However, because its origin is that of a mountain god, its physique, defense, and attack are far superior to those of humans. The strength of humans lies in their stability and rapid growth. If we disregard the stability and the high frequency of new Xuan Guan appearing, then...

Humans, in terms of sheer physical strength and the foundation of their vital energy, are inferior to demons.

Ordinary demons cannot compare to the mountain god.

Humanity's strength lies in its skills and comprehension.

This means that while an individual human Xuan Guan may not be the strongest, the concept of the human race firmly surpasses all others.

"But the peacock refused to stand up for me."

The giant spirit will be somewhat dissatisfied.

However, it is also known that the lineage of the True Lord of the Western Peak actually has its own Left and Right Assistants, Three Offices and Nine Camps, which do not govern each other and have a shallow relationship. They are only jointly subject to the True Lord of the Western Peak. In addition, the [Noble Scale Official] is one of the nine heads of the Kunlun Enlightened Beast. He is arrogant and holds Kunlun treasures, so he is naturally arrogant.

The giant spirit transformed the local mountain rocks into gods.

In the peacock's eyes, he was a country bumpkin mountain god. The two sides had always disliked each other, and in the past, the Ninth Battalion and this noble official had many disputes.

"Fine, fine, if he won't help me, I have my own way."

"That kid must be terrified and restless day and night after I beat him today. In a few days, I'll find another opportunity to deal with him. This time, it won't be like today."

"It must be a fatal blow!"

The giant spirit felt a surge of murderous intent in his heart.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, but the giant spirit general didn't bother to answer it. However, the next moment, his cave near Zhongnan Mountain was suddenly broken into. The giant spirit general was furious. He glanced at the door and saw that it was a young Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the cave.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

The giant spirit of the cloud platform exclaimed, "It's you!!"

Zhou Yan didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "Do you want the Kunlun treasure?" He calmly flipped his hand, and a ball of precious light appeared in his palm. The giant spirit of the cloud platform said: "You! It really is in your hands!"

This time, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his hand and grabbed a huge long-handled sword.

This fine Mo Dao (陌刀) has three points and two blades, and its entire body is a brilliant silver. It is made of gold, jade, and iron from the top of Mount Hua, and is forged by the gods. It is a treasure held by the mountain gods of Yuntai Peak throughout the ages. While it may not be able to split mountains and cleave peaks, it is true that it can cut through iron like mud.

He brandished his weapon and slashed at Zhou Yan's wrist!
His wrist was sliced ​​off in an instant. Just as a smile was about to appear on the giant spirit's face, he saw the wrist and the palm turn into mist. The next moment, accompanied by a dragon's roar, Zhou Yan directly transformed into a large cloud of mist. The mist dispersed, and a dragon rushed out.

The giant spirit let out a muffled groan.

boom! ! ! !

The buildings on the side of the mountain exploded from behind. A giant spirit, about ten feet tall, gripped a three-pointed, double-edged broadsword with both hands, blocking the front. A dragon's mouth bit down on his entire body. If it weren't for his own strength, he would have been swallowed whole!
How can it be! ! !

Why, Jinghe Dragon King?!
He was shaken and terrified.

A mountain god at the peak of the sixth rank far surpasses humans and demons in both strength and defense.

but……

Dragons are not included in this category.

boom! ! !
The giant spirit was slammed into the ground and sent flying. It was then bitten by the dragon and slammed into the water, creating huge waves. The giant spirit used its strongest supernatural power, the Giant Spirit, to break free from Ao Xuantao's true dragon form.

However, stepping into the water isolates the earth's veins, further diminishing the mountain god's blessing.

He landed in the water, stood on his feet, and didn't wait for the giant to react.

A fleeting afterimage flashed before my eyes.

Zhou Yan appeared in front, holding a knife in both hands, with transparent flames flowing on the blade.

The giant spirit roared, "It really was you!!!"

"I have already spared you, why are you still coming to die?!" He slashed horizontally with his Mo Dao, and Zhou Yan's body swayed. The lamplight reappeared in layers, and he appeared in front of the Giant Spirit General. He used the Earth Soul Heaven-Piercing Sword to gouge out the Giant Spirit General's intact eyes.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate."

"Give me this eye too."

(End of this chapter)