This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

A large crowd had already gathered inside Wangxian Valley.

The vast majority of them were just there to watch the spectacle.

After walking about two or three miles from the entrance, the view suddenly opens up.

A crystal-clear stream runs directly across the entrance to the valley. A bridge spans the stream, and the true territory of Wangxian Valley lies on the other side of the bridge.

From a distance, there were only three or four houses, one of which looked like a temple.

All the onlookers stood on this side of the bridge and did not cross it.

It wasn't that they didn't want to cross the bridge, but rather that the master of Wangxian Valley, Daoist Yaoguang, had long ago established a rule: anyone who crossed the bridge would be considered to be challenging him, and he would meet them with his sword, regardless of life or death.

At first, there will naturally be some troublemakers who are unwilling to follow this rule.

However, after several people died in succession, this rule was firmly established.

At the very front of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a few gray hairs on his head stepped forward.

Stopping in front of the wooden bridge, he called out loudly into the valley:

"I am Cheng Tao, the Swordsman of Fine Rain. I have heard that Daoist Yaoguang's Tai Chi swordsmanship is unparalleled, so I have come to ask for your guidance. Please show yourself to me."

Those who roam the martial world always have various nicknames, such as "Fine Rain Sword".

I just don't know why this Fine Rain Sword is called Fine Rain.

The echoes reverberated through the valley, but no one responded for a long time.

Cheng Tao's already gloomy face became even more somber.

After glancing at the wooden bridge in front of him, he hesitated for a moment before resolutely stepping onto it.

He walked step by step to the center of the bridge, paused for a moment, and then sneered:

"Daoist Yaoguang, I'll give you three breaths. If you don't come out now, I'll destroy this broken bridge."

The onlookers behind them all showed excited expressions. This was not just destroying a bridge; it was clearly breaking the rules of the Daoist Yaoguang.

There was still no response from inside the valley.

Cheng Tao said sternly:

"one..."

After a brief pause, the scene fell silent.

Qingfeng smiled and said to Wang Jingshu:

"Your disciple certainly has the demeanor of a master."

Wang Jingshu smiled faintly:

Qingfeng was taken aback, and immediately enveloped the valley with his primordial spirit power.

Sure enough, there was a cave deep in the valley, which stretched downwards for a very long distance.

At that very moment, Yao Guang was cultivating by the lava sea at the deepest part of the cave.

So, just as Wang Jingshu said, he didn't hear the noise outside at all.

Qingfeng chuckled to himself, realizing that these people were just having fun by joining in the commotion.

"three..."

Cheng Tao had already dragged his feet and called out three.

There was still no response from inside the valley.

His face was ashen, and a suppressed rage burned in his eyes.

Cheng Tao glanced back, but his gaze wasn't on the onlookers behind him; instead, it was fixed on the top of a low hill in the distance.

Wang Jingshu frowned slightly and followed his gaze in that direction.

"There are still people..."

"It's a gentle breeze," Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"It seems that Cheng Tao is just a decoy. The person behind him is the mastermind, acting suspiciously, and is bound to harm your apprentice."

"Hmph, a bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails..."

Wang Jingshu snorted coldly, brought her sword fingers together, and a tiny wisp of sword energy condensed at her fingertips.

However, Qingfeng gently grasped her fingers, shook his head, and smiled:

"Even when protecting a disciple, you wouldn't protect him like this. With us here, no matter how many schemes and plots there are, nothing will happen. Let's see how it goes. If that kid can handle it himself, it might be a good experience for him."

The murderous intent in Wang Jingshu's eyes dissipated, and she nodded.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

On the bridge, Cheng Tao was clearly getting restless.

Dozens of eyes were staring at him from behind, which made him lose face.

"Hmph, Daoist Yaoguang, you certainly have quite the airs."

Those watching the commotion behind them joked:

"Perhaps he's not home, or we came at the wrong time..."

"It's also possible that this Daoist Yaoguang didn't take the Fine Rain Sword seriously at all..."

"Senior Cheng, if I were you, I would turn this Wangxian Valley upside down..."

"Yeah, that's really disrespectful..."

Faced with so many people stirring things up, Cheng Tao finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He circulated his inner energy and stomped heavily under his feet.

The wooden bridge, built with the most ordinary timber, collapsed with a crash.

Cheng Tao's figure blurred into afterimages as he swiftly entered the valley, arriving before the temple-like structure and shouting again:

"Master Yaoguang, if you don't come out soon, I'll tear this place down..."

Qingfeng and Wang Jingshu exchanged a glance, their eyes darkening.

"Wake that kid up."

"It's a gentle breeze," Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

Wang Jingshu nodded and snapped her fingers.

Deep within the mountain cave in the valley, Yao Guang, who was meditating in meditation, had a sudden thought.

Cheng Tao's voice then reached his ears.

Yao Guang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stopped practicing, his figure flying away from the underground space.

The reason Qingfeng and Wang Jingshu suddenly intervened was because the temple that Cheng Tao claimed he wanted to demolish was actually a Taoist temple.

The temple houses two statues of deities.

One statue is of Wang Jingshu herself, and the other is of her master, Li Daoxuan.

If it were just Wang Jingshu herself, she wouldn't care.

However, if Cheng Tao dares to dismantle his master's statue, Wang Jingshu will naturally not stand idly by.

Cheng Tao stood in front of the temple for a moment, just about to make his move.

Suddenly a loud shout rang out.

"Stop, you thief..."

The sound had barely reached them when a sword light crossed the void and arrived nearby.

Cheng Tao immediately withdrew and created some distance between himself and the enemy.

The sword light crashed down, landing precisely where he had just been standing.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a long sword shimmering with faint starlight was seen stuck in the stone slab on the ground, and on the hilt, a foot stood on its tip.

It was Yao Guang who rushed over upon hearing the news.

Yao Guang glanced back at the Taoist temple and saw that it was intact, which made him feel a little relieved.

However, I had some doubts about the telepathic message I had just received.

It was clearly not the troublemaker in front of him who was sending him a message, but if it wasn't him, then who was it?

"Could it be the ancestral master manifesting his power?"

Yao Guang thought to herself.

Cheng Tao was finally satisfied when he saw Yao Guang appear.

"So you're Daoist Yaoguang? I thought you were going to stay hidden forever. What? Wasn't it said that anyone who dared to cross that bridge was issuing a challenge to you? Why are you so late?"

Yao Guang didn't dwell on who had sent the telepathic message earlier. She turned to look at Cheng Tao, her eyes already filled with icy killing intent.

He wouldn't be angry if it were just a challenge, but this person dared to dismantle the statues of his master and patriarch, so it would definitely be a fight to the death...

Yao Guang ignored him and instead closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The agitated aura caused by the hasty end of the training gradually calmed down.

"You dare trespass into my Wangxian Valley, intending to destroy my sect's Taoist temple, you... deserve to die..."

The moment the last word "death" was uttered, Yao Guang's body moved.

With a light tap of his toes, he moved like the wind, the Yao Guang sword automatically following his foot, circling around and landing in Yao Guang's hand.

In an instant, an extremely strong murderous aura rushed towards us.

Cheng Tao was shocked and no longer dared to underestimate him in the slightest.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew a thin sword, as thin as a steel needle, from his waist. It turned out that the belt around his waist was his sword.