The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

"Five flying swords! You can actually control so many flying swords at the same time!" Wu Sangchong was startled when he saw Yang Qingyuan release five flying swords in one go. He hurriedly instructed his senior brother Lu, "Use the Azure Dragon Flag to block that lightning-attribute flying sword!"

He has now fallen into the path of demons and has some immunity to spells of the five elements, but he is even more afraid of lightning.

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Lu had a thought and controlled two 10-foot-long azure dragons to attack the Thunderclap Sword simultaneously.

The Thunderclap Sword unleashed dozens of silver-white lightning arcs, striking the two dragons heavily. In an instant, wind and thunder roared, and the two treasures were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

The remaining four flying swords transformed into four beams of sword light, piercing straight towards the surrounding ghostly figures.

"It's useless. Flying swords with the five elements attributes don't counter ghost cultivators..." These ghostly figures didn't even try to dodge, letting the flying sword pierce through their chests, and they let out unrestrained laughter.

But the smile abruptly stopped, and the four ghostly figures collapsed simultaneously.

The remaining two ghostly figures were stunned, exclaiming, "How is this possible? How come all your flying swords are effective against ghost cultivators?"

Little did he know that the "Sword" mantra was transformed from righteous energy, and now that it was being used to empower flying swords, it naturally made all flying swords effective against ghost cultivators.

The remaining two ghostly figures dared not confront the four swords again, and immediately transformed into a mass of ghostly shadows, shooting towards Senior Brother Lu.

"My good disciple, I'll lend you this treasure. Quickly slap this lightning-elemental cultivator to death!"

One of the ghostly figures disintegrated, revealing a folding fan.

The fan ribs are made of black jade and are engraved with ancient thunder patterns and cloud seal script.

The two fans, one blue and one purple, depict long winds and flowing clouds on the back and thunder and lightning on the front. As soon as they appeared, they stirred up fierce winds and flashes of lightning.

"Wind and Thunder Fan!"

"He really did have a storage bag on him!"

Senior Brother Wu, supporting himself against the rock wall, scrambled to his feet and exclaimed, "We absolutely cannot let him unleash the Wind and Thunder Fan!"

"Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

After saying that, he took the lead and swung his axe at Senior Brother Lu.

Yang Qingyuan gripped the Thunderfire Pearl in his sleeve with his right hand, while simultaneously manipulating five flying swords to stab at Senior Brother Lu.

Seeing such a grand display, Senior Brother Lu's hand holding the Wind and Thunder Fan trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and poured wind-attribute magic into the fan.

In an instant, all the magical power in his body was drained away, and his face turned pale instantly.

Fortunately, the Wind and Thunder Fan stopped absorbing magic power at this moment and instead emitted a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation.

Senior Brother Lu held a folding fan and slapped it hard in the direction of Yang Qingyuan and Wu Feng.

The next moment, a strong wind and hundreds of lightning bolts burst forth from the fan, sweeping outwards in all directions.

In an instant, the entire tomb chamber was filled with turbulent winds, howling gales that tore through the air, and echoing thunder.

The wind, carrying lightning, swept across all directions. The wind and thunder intertwined, creating an awe-inspiring force that destroyed everything in its path.

The moment Wu Feng's axe touched the wind and thunder, it exploded instantly, turning into countless fragments.

"What! Even a top-grade magic weapon can't stop it!" Wu Feng's eyes widened, and despair filled his heart.

The five flying swords—Changhong, Qingguang, Ziyun, Benlei, and Xuanfeng—were like a small boat in a raging storm within the range of wind and thunder, swaying precariously and shaking incessantly. They were then struck by several arcs of lightning and wind blades, their spiritual light dimmed, they completely lost control, and were sent flying.

If the five flying swords had not been blessed by the mantra of "sword", they would probably have met the same fate as the mountain-splitting axe. But now they have also been severely damaged and will not be able to be used without being nurtured for half a year.

The Azure Dragon Banner was also affected. The dragon body it had conjured disintegrated inch by inch in the wind and thunder, revealing the banner itself again. It was also knocked away, its spiritual light dimmed.

After the force of wind and thunder blasted away numerous top-grade magical artifacts in one go, although its power decreased, it continued to spread, completely destroying the coffin and stone bricks.

Wu Feng hurriedly took out several defensive talismans and stuck them on his body, covering his body with a colorful protective shield.

But the power of wind and thunder surged forth, suddenly tearing apart the various colored shields.

Wu Feng was instantly struck, his body flying away like a broken sack until he crashed through a stone wall behind him and fell into another burial chamber, where he was buried under the fallen bricks. Then his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness completely.

Yang Qingyuan's Green Wood True Shield, under the ravages of wind and thunder, was also overwhelmed and developed cracks.

Immediately afterwards, all four beads dimmed, leaving only the last bead still emitting a faint blue light.

Fortunately, at this moment, the power of wind and thunder gradually subsided, dissipating its remaining force.

Senior Brother Lu, having exhausted his magical power, knelt on one knee, panting heavily. Staring at the devastated, riddled-with-holes tomb, he was speechless, muttering, "The power of a single fan is terrifying!"

"Even a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator wouldn't amount to much!"

Wu Sangchong's ghostly figure coldly said, "More than that, the Wind and Thunder Fan's power can be further enhanced with the addition of lightning-attribute magic!"

"Your wind-attribute magic can only expand the killing range of the Wind and Thunder Fan."

"But that's enough for now."

Wu Sangchong glared at Yang Qingyuan and said viciously, "Now that you've lost your flying sword, you might as well die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of pitch-black smoke, shooting out and instantly enveloping Yang Qingyuan and his frail blue protective shield.

The True Wood Shield was already at its limit and could not withstand the Ghost Mist Divine Power at all. It was being corroded and hissed as it grew thinner and thinner.

Seeing that the black ghost mist had completely engulfed the azure light of the protective barrier, Senior Brother Lu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Qiaoqian beside him, saying, "Senior Sister Chen, don't blame me for being heartless."

"I won't lie to you, I've actually gotten involved with Dong Xuan'er, a descendant of my ancestor, the Red Dust Patriarch."

"I was originally planning to find a propitious spot and kill you quietly."

"But now that I, your master, have taken a liking to you, before you die, serve me well one last time."

As he spoke, he took out a pink pill from his storage bag at his waist and fed it to Chen Qiaoqian, chuckling, "This is a love potion. After you take it, you will be confused and infatuated. Hehe, what a pity. I was thinking of making love with you myself, but for now, let Master enjoy it first after obtaining your body."

Chen Qiaoqian's beautiful eyes were filled with anger, but when she saw that Yang Qingyuan's blue light shield had been swallowed by the ghost mist, her heart sank.

"Stop looking, Junior Sister." Senior Brother Lu chuckled, seeing that the situation was under control. "I refuse to believe that we can't kill a mere Yang Qingyuan like this."

But just then, something unexpected happened.

"Killing Yang? Ridiculous!" Yang Qingyuan's powerful voice rang out from within the black mist, seemingly unaffected.

"How come he's still not dead?!" Senior Brother Lu was shocked, his eyes fixed on the pitch-black cocoon in front of him.

Yang Qingyuan's voice continued to come from within the black cocoon.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms."

As the recitation began, a bright silver glow slowly rose from the black cocoon.

"Below are rivers and mountains, above are the sun and stars."

With each recitation, the silvery glow grew brighter, gradually suppressing the black ghostly mist.

"In people, it is called 'vast and righteous,' which fills the vast sky."

"The imperial road should be clear and peaceful, and the court should be radiant with harmony."

"True character is revealed in times of adversity, and its deeds are recorded in history!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silvery light suddenly surged upwards, shooting into the sky like a tornado composed of silver flames.

The black cocoon was now turned upside down, trapped in the center of the flames, and disintegrating inch by inch.

"Ah..." Wu Sangchong's scream came from inside the black cocoon.

"It's righteous spirit!"

"You're actually a Confucian scholar!"

"Spare me, and I'll share the Crimson Forbidden Land with you!"

But the silver flame tornado continued to rise, scorching the black cocoon until it collapsed and completely dissipated.

A black storage bag emerged from the collapsing cocoon and fell to the ground.

Yang Qingyuan appeared in the very center of the tornado, his eyes clear and unharmed!

"What?!" Senior Brother Lu was shocked and couldn't understand what kind of method this was. He shouted, "Yang, we've all lost more than one-tenth of our magic power. Shall we stop?"

"Heh." Yang Qingyuan sneered, his right hand gripping the Thunderfire Pearl in his sleeve, while his left hand took off the spirit pet pouch from his waist and threw it out.

A streak of gray light flew out of the bag, then swelled in the wind and transformed into a huge two-headed monster bird.

"A level one demonic beast, a two-headed duck!" Senior Brother Lu shouted and took off running.

Unfortunately, he has exhausted his magic power and can't outrun the double-headed duck.

The two-headed pheasant descended from the sky, extending its claws to pierce through Senior Brother Lu's back, pinning him to the ground. Then, it stretched out its sharp beak and fiercely pecked at Senior Brother Lu's crown.

In an instant, two large holes appeared on Senior Brother Lu's crown, and blood gushed out.

Senior Brother Lu's eyes widened, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word before he instantly died...

When Yang Qingyuan saw that his senior brother Lu had died, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

Meanwhile, the two-headed geese were still vigorously shaking their two heads, splitting Senior Brother Lu's corpse in two and swallowing it. Then, it crawled back into its spirit pet pouch and fell into a deep sleep, clearly about to undergo a transformation.

The surrounding silver flame tornadoes also dissipated.

This fiery tornado was not a real flame, but rather a manifestation of Yang Qingyuan's righteous energy.

Just now, when he saw that Wu Sangchong was about to break through the protective barrier and possess his body, he originally thought of using the Thunderfire Pearl to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, but seeing that the distance was too close, he was afraid of hurting himself, so he turned to reciting the "Ode to Righteousness" by Wen Tianxiang, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

As expected, the mantra scroll in my dantian responded again, forming the mantra "正".

[The True Word of Righteousness has a unique effect: it allows the righteous energy within a Confucian cultivator to be released externally, strengthening its restraining effect on demons and evil spirits. The more righteous energy one possesses, the more powerful the destructive effect against demons and evil spirits.]

Yang Qingyuan's aura of righteousness had now reached three and a half feet. As soon as it appeared, it formed a visible fiery tornado that completely annihilated Wu Sangchong's ghost cultivator body.

After a fierce battle, Yang Qingyuan was exhausted and just wanted to rest for a while when a fragrant breeze wafted towards him. It turned out that Chen Qiaoqian had rushed up to him.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she reached out her slender hand to embrace Yang Qingyuan's neck before kissing him directly.

"Senior Sister Chen, what are you doing?!"

"Stop! No!"

"stop!"

"This is utterly disgraceful!"

"No……"