This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Chapter 304 Young man, your imagination is lacking.

"The strongest sword strike I can imagine?"

Yan Zangfeng was stunned, and suddenly felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I've heard it before.

"What is the strongest sword strike?"

Yan Zangfeng couldn't imagine what the strongest sword strike would be.

But at this moment, he had a very clear goal.

"His strongest sword strike... should be enough to kill all of these people in front of him in one strike, right?"

That's what he thought to himself.

Then the voice laughed:

"Young man, your imagination isn't very good..."

Yan Zangfeng didn't know who was speaking, but he still followed the voice and slashed at Ren Qianxing, who had already raised his sword to attack.

Just as the Yao Guang sword swung down through the air, Yan Zangfeng suddenly felt an abundant force, almost enough to make him float away, forming beneath his sword.

Then it cascaded down the blade, the body, and the tip, like a torrent that had been blocked by a sluice gate for millennia, its power reaching its peak, only to suddenly collapse...

The raging floodwaters finally broke free and flowed thousands of miles along the sluice gate.

Wherever it passed, whether mountains or towns, everything was destroyed by the raging torrent.

Yan Zangfeng came to his senses and was shocked to find that this was not his hallucination.

A torrent indeed formed beneath his sword, but this torrent was formed from endless sword energy.

The water poured down instantly, and Ren Qianxing, who was standing a meter away from him, was reduced to ashes almost without any reaction or resistance.

The branch elders who were a little further away, as well as the manor master of Hidden Sword Manor, were about to fly away when they were swept up by the torrent of sword energy and instantly submerged, leaving no trace of their bodies.

A torrent of sword energy swept through, piercing the entire Hidden Sword Manor and shattering everything in its path.

After the sword energy dissipated, Yan Zangfeng stared dumbfounded at the ravine several meters wide that stretched to the end of his vision, his mind blank.

"This is... a sword strike I made?"

Yan Zangfeng murmured.

"It's you, but it's not you. Your imagination is too poor, kid. This sword strike is just so-so..."

Suddenly someone spoke in his ear, and the voice was the same one who had spoken in his mind just moments before.

Yan Zangfeng suddenly turned his head and saw a man in a blue Taoist robe standing beside him.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately remembered who this person was.

"It was you? That sword strike just now, were you helping me?"

Yan Zangfeng exclaimed in shock.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt everything go black and he fainted.

Li Daoxuan supported Yan Zangfeng with one hand, sighed, and once again expressed his dissatisfaction with Wang Jingshu as his master.

I didn't even know to leave two amulets for this child.

"Luckily you ran into me, otherwise you wouldn't be alive today!"

After saying that, Li Daoxuan and Yan Zangfeng vanished instantly.

Arriving at a pond in the mountains more than ten miles outside the city, they casually created a wooden house, placed Yan Cangfeng inside, and fed him a Qingling Fusheng Pill to help guide his vital energy.

As dawn broke and Yan Zangfeng slowly opened his eyes, the night passed.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, I suddenly felt a sense of alertness.

"Yaoguang..."

He immediately called out in his mind, and a sword light whistled towards him. Yan Cangfeng raised his hand and grabbed the hilt.

Seeing that Yao Guang, his constant companion day and night, was still there, Yan Zangfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he notice that all his injuries had healed, making him look like someone who had never been injured.

Yan Zangfeng immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong.

He felt the true energy within his body was as vast as a great river, flowing endlessly.

It was noticeably more robust than before.

Recalling the scene of Ren Jianhao and his son dying under that torrent of sword energy, Yan Zangfeng's eyes gradually reddened.

She jumped out of bed, knelt on the floor, and kowtowed three times in a row, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mother...brother, and many fellow disciples."

"Zang Feng... has finally avenged you. You... can rest in peace now..."

Yan Zangfeng knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. His tears dripped onto the floor, pooling into a puddle.

The long-suppressed hatred and grief in my heart were finally released, and I almost collapsed emotionally.

He cried for a long time before he finally calmed down.

Wiping away his tears, Yan Zangfeng looked around and remembered the person who had saved him.

"I wonder if my benefactor is still here..."

With a sense of anticipation, Yan Zangfeng adjusted his breathing and opened the door.

The morning sun shone down on him, so bright that Yan Zangfeng couldn't open his eyes and instinctively shielded them with his hand.

Once his vision returned, he saw a young man in a blue Taoist robe sitting by the pond not far from the house, holding a bamboo pole and fishing.

Yan Zangfeng was somewhat excited and quickly stepped forward, about to bow in greeting, when he saw the young man wave his hand without turning his head:

"No need, you'll scare my fish away..."

Yan Zangfeng was taken aback, his face showing some embarrassment. He could only stand obediently to the side, not daring to move.

"Don't just stand there, there's a fishing rod over there too, let's fish together."

Yan Zangfeng followed the young man's hand and indeed found a fishing rod by the pond.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Zangfeng sat down obediently and picked up his fishing rod to start fishing.

The moment he sat down, the light reflected from the shimmering pool fell on his face, and the gentle breeze from the mountains brushed past his ears, carrying with it the unique scent of earth and vegetation. Instantly, Yan Zangfeng's heart calmed down.

Originally, he was eager to return to the valley to report the good news to his father, but now he was no longer in a hurry.

He simply focused entirely on fishing, without any distractions.

Sitting to the side, Li Daoxuan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

After avenging his great grudge, the murderous intent in the child's heart noticeably faded.

That's good.

This is also why Li Daoxuan never stopped Daoist disciples from seeking revenge.

You can only truly understand hatred by experiencing it firsthand. If you can't take revenge, you can't talk about letting go of hatred.

Only by taking revenge can one let go of hatred.

This is human nature.

If someone can so easily abandon even the blood feud of their parents, they are either cowardly and incompetent or callous and heartless. Such a person is very dangerous.

"How does it feel to have gotten your revenge?"

Li Daoxuan suddenly spoke up.

Yan Zangfeng was taken aback upon hearing this and fell into deep thought.

"Don't overthink it, just say what's on your mind."

Yan Zangfeng gave an awkward smile and hesitated before replying:

"It's...it feels so good..."

Li Daoxuan was taken aback upon hearing this, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...you little rascal..."

"But getting revenge is indeed a very satisfying thing..."

As they were talking, Li Daoxuan's bamboo pole suddenly moved.

"Oh, there's a mouth..."

Li Daoxuan suddenly raised his hand and pulled, and the bamboo pole instantly curved into the shape of a bow.