The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

"Second Sister, Fifth Sister, what brings you two here?" Madam Yan hurriedly went to greet the two young women.

Yang Qingyuan also stared intently at the two young women.

The woman at the front was about thirty-one or thirty-two years old. She was dressed in a white palace dress, with a beautiful and dignified demeanor, delicate features, and an air of scholarly refinement in her every move. It seemed that she must have been a talented woman in her youth.

Moreover, the aura emanating from this woman was very familiar to Yang Qingyuan.

"This is... the spirit of righteousness!"

Yang Qingyuan glanced at her sideways, never expecting that a mere woman could possess such a strong aura of righteousness, almost matching one percent of his own.

This young woman was none other than the second wife of the Mo family, "Li Shi". She was reasonable and understanding, and originally came from a scholarly family.

The other young woman beside her was the fifth wife of the Mo family, "Madam Wang," who was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. Although she was beautiful and charming, her cold and aloof expression made people hesitate to approach her. At the same time, she was also a master with superb internal strength and controlled the secret branch of the Mo family.

Wang stood with her sword drawn, looking at Yang Qingyuan, and coldly asked, "Who are you?"

Fearing a conflict, Madam Yan introduced, "Fifth Sister, don't fight! This is a descendant of our Yan family who has come to seek refuge with me."

"The Yan family?" Wang asked with a suspicious look. "Hasn't your Yan family run out of male heirs?"

Madam Yan didn't offer much explanation, but simply asked in return, "At a time like this, let's not talk about these things."

"What's going on outside?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Wang's expression turned solemn, and she explained, "The Five Colors Sect has come knocking on our door."

"I just received a message by carrier pigeon. Our branch and headquarters were completely wiped out by the Five Colors Gate last night."

"Even the carriage convoy transporting the silver today was actually a Five Colors Sect disciple in disguise."

"Now that the enemy is attacking from both inside and outside, the guards inside the manor are simply no match for them."

"Sisters, quickly grab your silver notes and valuables, I'll lead you out of here!"

"What?!" Both Madam Yan and Madam Liu were dumbfounded, finding it unbelievable. They exclaimed in astonishment, "How could the Five Colors Sect be this powerful?"

"In the past, we were evenly matched with the Five Colors Sect, and we fought back and forth."

Fifth Madam Wang shook her head and explained, "I'm afraid the Five Colors Sect deliberately concealed their strength, and we've been tricked."

"We shouldn't have sent Han Li to assassinate the lord of Duba Manor!"

"The Mo family is doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan was struck dumb, staggered back, and her face turned deathly pale.

"not good!"

"My daughter, Caihuan, is still outside!"

Madam Yan was extremely anxious. She didn't care about anything else, and even ran outside barefoot without putting on her shoes.

"Fourth Sister!"

"Fourth Sister!"

Upon seeing this, the second, third, and fifth wives, mindful of their relationship over the past ten years, immediately followed after them.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qingyuan also left the pavilion.

As soon as the group entered the courtyard, they were met by two girls who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old rushing towards them.

The girl on the right has an oval face and wears a yellow dress. She has a very delicate appearance and gives people a petite and charming feeling.

This woman is Mo Fengwu, one of the three beauties of the Mo family, who inherited some of Mo Juren's medical skills.

In the original novel, Mo Fengwu escaped by jumping into a river, eventually ending up in the capital city where she met Han Li again, after which her fate became unknown.

The girl on the left resembles Yan Shi in appearance. Although she is still young, she is clearly a beauty in the making and must be Mo Caihuan.

"Mother! Something terrible has happened! Sister Yuzhu has been captured by the Five Colors Sect!" Mo Caihuan brought bad news as soon as they met.

Upon hearing this, the four ladies of the Mo family exchanged bewildered glances.

"It's alright. Yan Ge is still here." Madam Yan said, trying to appear calm. "He and Yu Zhu are childhood sweethearts, he would never just stand by and watch something happen to Yu Zhu."

"With Yan Ge's strength, he is more than capable of rescuing Yu Zhu."

Before he could finish speaking, the courtyard gate was suddenly smashed open.

A dark shadow shot into the courtyard, crashed heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and came to a stop right at everyone's feet.

"Yan Ge!"

Yan looked closely and discovered that the dark figure was none other than Yan Ge, the former guard of the Mo family, a top disciple of Mo Juren, and the number one expert in Jiayuan City.

Yan Ge was covered in blood, his left arm was severed at the root, and his breath was faint, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

"Master's wife!"

"Run!"

"The Five Colors Sect's strength is beyond our expectations. One of their five hall masters, 'Mad Dragon' Li Keyong, has also shown up. We are no match for them!"

"This man is both cruel and lecherous; ladies, you'd better run away quickly."

The ladies present were immediately flustered when they heard the name "Li Keyong." They looked at each other in disbelief, never expecting that even Yan Ge was no match for him.

But just then, more than a hundred burly men dressed in five-colored short shirts, wielding large golden-ringed knives, rushed into the courtyard and surrounded everyone.

"Too late to escape now!" A loud voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this voice, the burly men of the Five Colors Gate all stepped aside to make way for him.

A burly man, eight feet tall and clad in yellow bronze armor, slowly walked into the courtyard. His movements were graceful and imposing.

With each step the burly man took, the bluestone pavement trembled slightly, and fine cracks spread along the soles of his boots, making a dull "creaking" sound.

Behind the burly man in bronze armor was a stunningly beautiful young woman, bound hand and foot.

The girl was dressed in a fiery red hunting outfit, her skin was as white as snow, her nose was straight and delicate, her eyes were dark and bright, and her lips were red and alluring. She must have been the epitome of beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and flowers blush and the moon hide its face.

The girl gritted her teeth, looking defiant, as if she wanted to untie the ropes binding her and have another fight.

Yang Qingyuan guessed that this woman was most likely Mo Yuzhu, the eldest daughter of the Mo family, who loved hunting and wielding weapons.

He vaguely remembered that after Mo Yuzhu was captured, she married the leader of the Five Colors Sect and had a daughter.

"Mother, don't worry about me! Go! Go as far away as you can!" Although Mo Yuzhu had been captured, she still maintained a strong demeanor and told the rest of the Mo family to leave first.

The burly man in bronze armor stepped forward, looked around at everyone from the Mo family, and said, "Very good, the leaders of the Jingjiao Society are all here. We can finally wipe them all out and report back to the sect leader."

Yan gritted her teeth and shouted at the burly man in bronze armor, "Li Keyong, you call yourself the head of the five hall masters of the Five Colors Sect? What kind of hero bullies a mere girl like Yuzhu!"

"Let her go, come at me if you have a problem."

Upon hearing this, the burly man in bronze armor chuckled and said, "It is said in the martial arts world of Lanzhou that the Mo family has three beauties: Mo Yuzhu, Mo Caihuan, and Mo Fengwu. Each of them is exceptionally beautiful and could topple kingdoms."

"Upon meeting you today, I never imagined that the beauty of the four ladies would surpass that of the three beauties."

"In my opinion, the title of the Three Beauties of the Mo Family should be changed to 'Three Beauties and Four Charms'."

"These four beauties are the four ladies."

"It's rare to have you and your daughter together tonight, so I, the master, will naturally show you kindness and consideration."

"Don't worry, I, Li Keyong, dislike wasting things the most. I always make sure to eat every single grain of rice in my bowl."

Seeing the lust burning in Li Keyong's eyes, Madam Yan raised an eyebrow and angrily rebuked, "How dare you?"

Li Keyong spread his hands and asked the Five Colors Sect disciples around him, "She asked me if I dared to? Do you dare to?"

The group of burly men wielding knives immediately burst into laughter, replying, "With the leader's orders, we dare to do anything."

"Hahaha," Li Keyong laughed loudly, "Then listen to my orders, line up outside in a bit, one by one!"

Upon hearing this, the women of the Mo family were filled with shame and indignation, their faces turning bright red.

"Don't even think about defiling my master's wife and junior sister!" Yan Ge forced himself to stand up despite his injuries, circulated his inner energy, and turned his right hand into a strange silver-white color.

"Heh, the Demon Silver Hand?" Li Keyong, the leader of the Five Colors Sect, replied with a disdainful tone, "Even if Mo Juren were here, I wouldn't be afraid, let alone a junior like you."

Hearing that the other party was so contemptuous of her, Yan Ge was furious. She stomped her feet on the ground and shot towards Li Keyong, reaching out her right hand and slamming it heavily into his chest.

At the same moment, the Fifth Madam Wang, her pretty face as cold as frost, instantly drew her sword, and with a few quick steps, her delicate body shot out, thrusting the sword at Li Keyong.

The sword tip was aimed directly at the gap in Li Keyong's armor at his throat.

The two men struck Li Keyong's body, one in front and one behind.

Yan Ge truly lived up to his reputation as a disciple of Mo Juren, managing to shatter Li Keyong's breastplate with his bare hands using the Demon Silver Hand technique.

Wang's longsword was fast and accurate, striking precisely the gap in the armor and piercing Li Keyong's throat.

Strangely, Li Keyong did not cry out in pain, nor did he bleed at all.

"Ha!" Li Keyong roared, his inner strength surging, stirring up a gust of wind.

Yan Ge and Wang Shi were struck by the gale, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Their bodies flew back like broken sacks and crashed heavily to the ground.

"The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Chain Golden Bell Cover!"

"You actually mastered this martial art to perfection!" Fifth Madam Wang collapsed to the ground, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"Haha." Li Keyong patted his slightly dirty chest and laughed, "You know your stuff!"

"That's right. The martial art I practice is the 'Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Chain Golden Bell Cover,' and I have mastered thirteen secret techniques, including Iron Arm Skill, Iron Head Skill, and Iron Crotch Skill."

"This bronze armor I'm wearing isn't for defense at all; it's just a tool for practicing basic skills."

"My physical body is now impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. Its defensive capabilities far surpass those of this bronze armor."

"Even if Mo Juren came back to life, I could still kill him again!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan broke out in a cold sweat and replied, "How is that possible? This skill takes an extremely long time to cultivate."

"No one has ever been able to cultivate this skill to perfection before their death."

"You're only forty years old, how could you possibly have mastered this skill?"

"Haha." Li Keyong laughed heartily, replying, "A frog in a well."

"Our Five Colors Sect has the protection of a celestial master. With just a few spirit pills, my cultivation level has increased by leaps and bounds."

When the women of the Mo family heard that there were cultivators behind the Five-Colored Gate, they were stunned and filled with despair.

Li Keyong grinned maliciously and said, "I'll show you the power of the Iron Crotch Kung Fu in a moment!"

"Is Heaven going to destroy my Mo family?" Madam Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Just then, Yang Qingyuan stepped out from among the women, strolling leisurely without a trace of fear on his face. Instead, he said to Li Keyong, "Today, not a single member of the Mo family, mother or daughter, will die."

"If you are willing to leave with your men, then I, Yang, will spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha." The Five Colors Sect members burst into laughter.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? Is he scared out of his wits? Can't he tell the situation from the start?"

Li Keyong sneered repeatedly and rebuked, "Since you're here, you must be from the Mo family. Then please die."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die too easily. I will crush your bones piece by piece."

Yang Qingyuan chuckled, and as he walked forward, he began to recite softly.

"Thunder roars beneath my feet, shaking the entire land; lightning flashes, startling even the gods and demons."

"Let the madman spout his nonsense; let's await the first clap of thunder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qingyuan raised his right hand and aimed it at Li Keyong of the Five Colors Gate.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the ground!

A thin, silvery-white bolt of lightning shot out from his hand and disappeared in a flash.

Before Li Keyong could react, he saw a flash of lightning in his vision and was struck in the chest, his smile freezing on his face.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a loud "bang" was heard, and Li Keyong's burly body exploded.

A ball of silvery-white lightning appeared where Li Keyong had been standing, crackling and popping. The intense heat it carried instantly evaporated the blood mist and bits of flesh in the air, creating a charred crater on the ground.

"Master!"

"The sect leader... is dead!"

"How is this possible?"

"Could this person be using the 'Thunderbolt Hand,' a martial art that has been lost to the martial world for a long time?"

The burly men of the Five Colors Gate were startled by the sudden scene, and they were all dumbfounded before they were thrown into chaos.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and immediately the followers of the Five Colors Sect jumped over the wall and fled.

Yan looked at Yang Qingyuan with suspicion in her eyes. Recalling what had happened inside the room earlier, she had a guess in her mind and asked in surprise, "May I ask this young brother, no, may I ask this expert, are you a cultivator?"