Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 123: Old Age Passion

A mountain breeze swept across the valley entrance, swirling up a few withered leaves.

Liang Ting's blood-stained metal tentacles gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The arrogance he displayed while chasing Zhao Zhen froze into cold sweat the moment he caught sight of Zuo Ruotong.

He took a half step back, and in the next instant, dozens of mechanical tentacles covered with talismans sprang up like venomous snakes, tearing through the air and stabbing straight at Zuo Ruotong's face!

Faced with Liang Ting's sudden attack, the plain white Taoist robe remained unmoved.

Zuo Ruotong's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy, and pure white energy suddenly rose from her body.

Although he has not yet truly entered the third level and achieved the state of complete Qi transformation, his body is already as transparent as crystal.

The attacking tentacles pierced through his chest without drawing any blood, and didn't even disturb the folds of his Taoist robe!
"In vain."

As Zuo Ruotong uttered the word "indifference," she appeared out of thin air behind Liang Ting.

His hand lightly pressed down on the other person's back, the movement as free and easy as sweeping a table with a whisk.

Liang Ting roared ferociously, and all the tentacles retreated to defend and strangle him, while the talisman shone brightly with red light!
laugh--!
The white light burst forth like a lotus flower suddenly blooming in the pure world.

The talisman crumbled inch by inch, and the steel tentacles broke apart section by section as if they were rotten wood.

Liang Ting groaned and staggered, his modified body oozing foul blood. His prized mechanical talismans melted like snow in the face of Zuo Ruotong's absolute power.

"The Great Ying Immortal... truly lives up to his reputation!"

Liang Ting coughed up blood and staggered back, his eyes finally filled with horror.

He pounded his chest, and blood-red talismans burst forth from his spine, transforming into hundreds and thousands of poisoned steel needles that rained down like a storm!
Zuo Ruotong simply raised her sleeve, which billowed in the wind, and the countless poisonous needles disappeared into the white qi like weary birds returning to their forest, vanishing without a trace.

The next instant, he pointed his fingers like a sword at Liang Ting.

Bang! ! !
Liang Ting's left shoulder exploded! The modified joint and the core of the talisman were reduced to dust under the impact of the Qi.

Before he could even see the move clearly, excruciating pain tore at his nerves, causing him to kneel on the ground. The mechanism in his right leg snapped the moment he knelt.

The valley was deathly silent.

Zuo Ruotong looked down, her plain white Taoist robe spotless.

Liang Ting curled up in a pool of blood, convulsing. His dual-master techniques, which once struck fear into the hearts of the supernatural world, now seemed as laughable as a child's trick.

If he were in his prime, even if he were no match for Zuo Ruotong, he would never have suffered such a humiliating defeat.

However, he had been chasing Zhao Zhen all the way, and then fought with the bloodthirsty ninjas of Bihe Mountain. His true qi and physical strength had already been mostly exhausted.

Having finally escaped that group of lunatics, he encountered the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him.

"Liang Ting, the White Owl, when you were committing evil deeds all these years, did you ever think that you would end up like this?"

During the calm pronouncement, white light gathered again at Zuo Ruotong's fingertips.

"Heh, Old Master Zuo, I admit defeat in your hands. Enough with the damn nonsense, just give me a quick death and make my move!"

laugh!
Zuo Ruotong didn't waste any words with Liang Ting. He directly pointed a finger at Liang Ting's forehead, ending his life of many evil deeds.

Pfft!
Looking at Liang Ting lying lifeless on the ground, Zhao Zhen silently gave Zuo Ruotong a thumbs up.

Is this really what you'd call an old-school shonen anime?

From the perspective of life cultivation alone, no matter how high Zhang Zhiwei's talent is, there is still a real and significant gap between him and these seniors in terms of life cultivation.

Especially in terms of cultivating one's own life force, there are absolutely no shortcuts; one can only hone oneself little by little, day by day.

The path of spiritual cultivation is ultimately a long and arduous one.
"master!"

Lu Jin stepped forward excitedly, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at her master. Zuo Ruotong released the Reverse Life Triple Technique, maintaining it at its normal state, and then turned to Zhao Zhen behind her, saying:

"Zhao Zhen, what are your plans for what to do with the remaining creatures in the valley?"

"Master Zuo, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in the Qinling Mountains for a while longer."

"Are you planning to wait until you're sure all these people are dead before you leave?"

"Mm." Zhao Zhen nodded.

"In that case, let's do it your way. Jin'er, we should go back now."

"Master, aren't we going with Zhao Zhen?"

Zuo Ruotong slowly shook her head, glancing at Li Muxuan, who remained silent to the side.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jin immediately understood his master's intention.

"Yes, master."

After seeing off the members of the Sanyi Sect, Zhao Zhen turned around and glanced at the two brothers from the Celestial Master's Mansion behind him.

"Where are you two?"

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of us?"

"What are you saying? I only stayed behind to check if these corpses were really dead. I'm not going to fight them. There's no point in keeping you here, is there?"

Moreover, that demonic sword is still in their hands. I must ensure that no one takes it out of the Qinling Mountains, leaving it forever within the Qinling energy field.”

"But why did I hear from the Lü family that you promised to repay what you borrowed?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"That's why I say you Taoist priests who live in the mountains all year round are just inflexible and don't understand human relationships at all."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"When I borrowed the knife from the Lü family before, saying that I would return it was just a formality to make everyone look good on the surface."

Old Master Lü was already having a headache over how to deal with this hot potato. Now that I've finally taken it away, if I were to return it to the Lü family, wouldn't that be superfluous and unnecessary?
Therefore, even if things are not out in the open, you can't be too rigid; you have to know how to guess what other people are thinking.

"What do you think? When I go to the Lü family and say I couldn't keep the demon sword and don't know where it is, will they thank me or hold me accountable for not returning it?"

After hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then silently gave Zhao Zhen a thumbs up.

"Old Zhao, I didn't believe Master when he said you were a shrewd person, but now I finally do."

"Agree."

Zhang Huaiyi nodded in deep agreement.

“You guys have been staying in the mountains for too long and have been isolated from society for too long.”

In terms of cultivation, I might not be able to compare to you, Zhiwei, but when it comes to interpersonal skills, do you really think I've been wasting all these years of traveling around and struggling?
So, we really don't need you here. If you encounter the Lü family or others coming to help when you leave, please remember to persuade them to go back as well.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, what else can I say?"

Zhang Zhiwei shrugged and patted Zhang Huaiyi on the shoulder.

"Alright, Huaiyi, let's go. Otherwise, people will say we mountain hermits don't understand social etiquette."

"..."

(End of this chapter)