Junior sister, I really need to control you

With a gentle wave of his hand, Meng Yu caused the jade chessboard to stand in the air, radiating brilliant light that rivaled the azure sword light, showing no sign of being outdone.

Senior Brother Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have said such harsh things!

This female cultivator not only possesses a high-grade magic weapon, but her cultivation level is also quite impressive.

Although he believed he was slightly better in terms of cultivation, the other party was so young that his background in the Jade Altar Temple must be extraordinary.

If they were to actually fight and she were accidentally injured, and the Jade Altar Temple came looking for trouble with the Yellow Crane Temple, the Yellow Crane Temple might not be willing to protect her.

Seeing their leader make a move, the other four people from Huanghe Temple took out their magical artifacts and stared at Li Yinsheng and his companions with unfriendly expressions.

The male cultivator from Yutan Temple looked a little pale and whispered to his junior sister beside him, "Junior sister, I think those people are all quite powerful."

"The leader, relying on his longer cultivation time, should be slightly stronger than Senior Sister. The remaining four... should be about the same as us, but they outnumber us."

"Do you think it's worth it for my senior sister to stand up for a customer here?"

The female cultivator, who was called "Junior Sister," glared at him, not bothering to lower her voice at all.

"Senior brother, don't embarrass yourselves! A bunch of thieves who steal spiritual essence, what dare they do to the people of our Jade Altar Temple? If they want to fight, then fight! Let them see the power of the Jade Altar Temple's formation!"

Standing before the crowd at Huangheguan, Senior Brother Yang's expression grew even more unpleasant.

The other party is right. Although they have the advantage in terms of numbers and cultivation, they really don't dare to do anything to the people of Yutan Temple.

Moreover, he never expected that one day he would have to fight against the people of Yutan Temple!

The sudden appearance of Li Yinsheng, who usually kept to himself, during the routine maintenance of the spirit-gathering array was already beyond his expectations.

When Li Yinsheng appeared, he was accompanied by people from Yutan Temple, which was beyond his expectations.

The fact that the people from Yutan Temple were willing to fight against them for Li Yinsheng and Xuanzhen Temple was beyond his comprehension!

The worst part is that he can't leave yet.

If he leaves, and the formation is dismantled by Li Yinsheng and the people of Yutan Temple, he won't be able to explain it to the temple.

This spirit-gathering array is no ordinary one; the material cost alone was close to 100,000 talismans! And that doesn't even include the annual maintenance costs!

But Yang Shixiong wasn't the only one who didn't expect things to turn out this way; Li Yinsheng did too.

So this Fellow Daoist Meng is actually a kind-hearted person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside and always ready to help others!

Before the person from Huanghe Temple could even speak, Fellow Daoist Meng retorted with a single provocation.

Then, after only a few words, the situation quickly escalated into a tense standoff between Yutan Temple and Huanghe Temple!

He didn't even have a chance to interrupt during that time.

However, he couldn't possibly let the people from Yutan Temple do it for him; he wasn't that shameless.

Besides, even if he were thick-skinned enough, it would be a waste of time to let the three fellow Daoists from Yutan Temple take action.

“Fellow Daoist Meng, I appreciate your kindness.” Li Yinsheng gently patted Meng Yu’s shoulder. “Please put down your magic weapon.”

Meng Yu paused after being lightly patted on the shoulder, looked at Li Yinsheng, and seemed to ask him, "Are you sure?"

Li Yinsheng nodded: "This matter is indeed a conflict between Huanghe Temple and Xuanzhen Temple, and it should be handled by me personally. There's no need to trouble Fellow Daoist Meng and your junior brothers and sisters."

Meng Yu hesitated for a moment, then lowered the jade chessboard, but did not retrieve it; it simply hung beside him.

Li Yinsheng stepped forward and stood in front of the crowd at Huangheguan.

Senior Brother Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the people at Xuanzhen Temple are sensible and understand the bigger picture, knowing when to back down; otherwise, they would have been in a real predicament today.

Since this person is sensible, he doesn't mind giving him a way out and softening the atmosphere.

“This Junior Brother Li from Xuanzhen Temple,” Senior Brother Yang said with a smile, “you see, there must be some misunderstanding between us…”

Li Yinsheng interrupted the other party without any politeness. Having just experienced the inexplicable change, he had lost his patience, and his voice immediately turned cold.

"The evidence that you stole the spiritual essence of Xuanzhen Peak is conclusive. There is no need for sophistry or further explanation."

"If you do not wish to suffer physical pain for no reason, please hand over your Qiankun bags, seal your cultivation, bind your hands, and come back to Xuanzhen Temple with me."

"Of course, one of them can go back to Huanghe Temple and tell the elders in your temple to come to my Xuanzhen Temple to apologize and redeem the person, bringing compensation for the theft of spiritual energy over the years."

Senior Brother Yang was stunned. He exchanged glances with the four people behind him, looking at each other blankly.

This young junior from Xuanzhen Temple was perfectly normal just now, so why did he suddenly go crazy?

Chapter 23 A Great Harvest, Overnight Riches

On Xuanzhen Peak, in front of the array that steals spiritual energy.

Faced with Li Yinsheng's threat, the five people from Huanghe Temple, after their initial shock and confusion, all revealed a ridiculous and laughable expression.

Senior Brother Yang raised his sword again, which had been hanging down, and shook his head with a smile, saying, "Fellow Daoist Li is quite witty..."

"Om-"

The dazzling blade light flashed and disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Senior Brother Yang's magic sword flew high into the air, its shimmering blue light flashing a few times before extinguishing like a candle flame and falling to the ground.

Senior Brother Yang's arm, which was holding the sword, was bent at an extremely unnatural angle, like a withered branch in a gale, and it was trembling violently.

At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and dark bloodstains quickly spread across his gray-yellow sleeves.

Senior Brother Yang stared at Li Yinsheng in utter shock.

He didn't even see what had just happened. He only saw a flash before his eyes, and then he lost control of his magical weapon. His arm holding the sword went numb, and his magical power was shaking violently, causing him to suffer severe internal injuries.

As for whether the person in front of him was using some kind of profound magic or a high-grade magic artifact, he had no way of knowing.

Before Senior Brother Yang and the four people behind him whose expressions had suddenly changed could speak, Li Yinsheng pressed down with his backhand, and his object manipulation technique landed on them.

The five people suddenly felt an immense pressure on their bodies and collapsed without a sound, their magical artifacts falling to the ground.

Logically speaking, the art of manipulating objects is only for the convenience of daily life and is difficult to use against enemies, but when the difference in cultivation levels between the two sides is large enough, it becomes an exception.

Li Yinsheng paid no attention to the scattered mid-grade magic weapons. Instead, he raised his hand and took the high-grade magic sword that had fallen to the ground and lost its luster into his palm.

My top-grade magic artifact! Don't break it! It's worth hundreds of thousands of talisman coins!

While probing the magical artifact with his divine sense, Li Yinsheng also glanced at his seriously injured senior brother Yang with great disdain.

Dude, how come you're so weak?

If my superior magic weapon is damaged because you are too weak, I will never forgive you!

Fortunately, after a thorough and meticulous inspection, Li Yinsheng confirmed that the magic sword in his hand was completely unharmed.

Although the user was a useless person, causing the sword to be knocked away in an instant, it was still a high-grade magic weapon, and its sturdiness was beyond question.

As for the extinguishing of its precious light, it was simply because its master was seriously injured and unable to maintain it.

Only after confirming that the superior-grade magic sword was unharmed did Li Yinsheng breathe a sigh of relief—this thing was much more expensive than the array he had bought on credit.

The immense magical power poured into the sword, and within a few breaths, it completely dispelled the restrictions left by the original owner. Senior Brother Yang, who was lying on the ground, spat out another mouthful of blood due to the backlash.

Li Yinsheng roughly refined a portion of this superior-grade magic sword. With a thought, a bright blue sword light, several times stronger than before, shone forth, as if illuminating the entire sword body.

He released his grip, and a blue light, like a swimming fish, swept across the heads of the five people from Huanghe Temple, passing back and forth more than ten times in a single breath.

The shimmering blue sword energy swirled and flowed around, and even from a distance of ten feet, the grass on the ground was torn and rolled up by the crisscrossing sword energy.

The five members of Songhe Temple lying on the ground had their Taoist robes torn to shreds by the sword energy, and each of them had more than a dozen crisscrossing wounds on their backs, with blood flowing freely.

Li Yinsheng recalled the Dharma Sword, his face beaming with joy.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a top-grade magic artifact!

This sword doesn't even need any additional incantations; just a few flicks and its power surpasses that of melee combat.

The sword energy that had just surrounded the sword could not even be considered a real attack; it was merely the residual power that had spontaneously dissipated.

Just like how a tiger's fur feels rough and prickly to the touch of an ordinary person, this is only because human hands are too delicate compared to a tiger's. In fact, this fur is not a means for tigers to fight and hunt.

If Li Yinsheng had truly unleashed the power of his magic sword, the five people, even if not sliced ​​into minced meat, would have been scattered all over the ground.

Of course, Li Yinsheng did not intend to actually kill them.

Firstly, the precepts of the Zhengyang lineage are very strict. While simply stealing treasure might be somewhat acceptable, killing someone to steal treasure is far too heinous, and the lineage will definitely hold them accountable.

This is also the main reason why, despite the decline of Xuanzhen Temple for so many years, no one has dared to openly bully their widowed uncle and nephew.

Secondly, if we really kill them, how will we get the ransom?

He put the magic sword back into his Qiankun bag, raised his hand and took the Qiankun bags of the five people on the ground, as well as their scattered magic artifacts, into his palm. He erased the original owner's mark and began to examine the contents of the Qiankun bags.

A moment later, Li Yinsheng gave them another look of utter disdain.

"Pills, talismans, magic tools, medicinal herbs... You have quite a lot of things in your bags, but why don't you have much money for talismans?" Li Yinsheng shook his head repeatedly.

The five storage bags, although the contents of each bag were worth tens of thousands of talismans in total, contained very little cash, totaling just over thirty thousand.

Those who aspire to cultivate by accumulating talisman coins need cash in hand.

Previously, Li Yinsheng gave Mu Xiaoyu a Qiankun bag, but the savings section didn't increase at all.

"Don't you guys have any habit of saving money at all?" Li Yinsheng looked at the five of them and shook his head repeatedly, his tone full of exasperation: "You should know that you only realize how little money you have when you need it."

The five people on the ground stared wide-eyed, wanting to say something, but under the suppression of the object manipulation technique, they couldn't utter a sound at all.

Otherwise, their screams would have blended together when the sword energy was crisscrossing.

Li Yinsheng slightly released the suppression of the object manipulation technique on Senior Brother Yang, allowing him to speak.

"Fellow Daoist Li... no, no, no, Senior Li, Senior Li!" Senior Brother Yang lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, and said in a panic, "We were blind and offended you, Senior!"

"We know we were wrong. We offer up all our possessions, begging only that you spare our lives, senior! We beg you!"

Even while lying on the ground, Senior Brother Yang didn't forget to kowtow as he spoke, his face stained with blood and dirt.

"Relax, do I look like a bloodthirsty person?" Li Yinsheng smiled. "You're the leader of these people, right? Do you remember what I just said?"

"The senior said... said... compensation! Compensation for stealing the Spirit Essence! And ransom, ransom!"

Senior Brother Yang seemed to have grasped at a straw and hurriedly said.

"Senior! I am willing to convey your message! Please seal the meridians of my four junior brothers and sisters and take them back to be detained! I will definitely convey your words to the temple and have them bring talismans and money to apologize and redeem them!"