The ancestor of all monsters in Shushan

Sun Dong was on all fours, and after hearing what Shi Feiyang said, he was so angry that he looked up and cursed at him.

Yue Yun's two disciples were of unorthodox nature. They had been practicing with their master since they were children, and even now they still had the hot-blooded and reckless nature of youth, and their insults were quite harsh.

Shi Feiyang naturally would not be angry with him. Seeing that he refused to surrender, he stretched out his hand and covered him with five-colored divine light.

First, many vine-like plants grew out from under his feet, all of which were transformed from the Yi Wood Divine Light.

Some of these vines were as thick as a human arm, while others were as thin as a chopstick. Some were covered with fluff, while others were covered with thorns. They grew upward from under his feet like snakes, tightly strangling his feet, torso, hands, and even neck.

After Sun Dong was strangled tightly, many new roots and branches grew out from the vines and began to drill into his flesh.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands or tens of thousands of poisonous snakes of all sizes pierced his skin, penetrated his muscles, drilled into his bones, and continued to drill into his flesh and blood.

Sun Dong screamed and wailed in pain, his voice was extremely miserable.

Shi Feiyang asked him: "Are you willing to tell me? I have ten kinds of criminal laws here. This is the Yi Wood form, and there are nine more to come."

Sun Dong almost bit his teeth off and tried to struggle, but he couldn't even move a finger. He could only continue cursing in pain.

Shi Feiyang let the vines continue to drill into his torso, heart, liver, spleen, and lungs. He then used the essence of Xin Jin to condense three thousand six hundred steel needles, which he inserted into his body from every angle.

From the top of the head to the toes, everything was nailed full and driven straight into the bones, and then wisps of flames ignited on the tips of the needles, burning gently.

After persisting like this for a cup of tea, Sun Dong finally broke down and begged for mercy loudly.

"Are you finally willing to obey?"

"Yes Yes……"

"What do you say when I ask you something?"

"Say... I'm saying... please... stop..."

Shi Feiyang waved his hand, the five-colored divine light dissipated, and the vines and golden needles all disappeared.

Sun Dong fell to his knees on the ground and burst into tears... After crying for a while, he found that he had no wounds on his body. He touched his head and feet with his hands, and there was not even a tiny pinhole.

He recalled the scene just now, and the extreme pain resurfaced in his mind, and he shuddered suddenly.

He looked up at Shi Feiyang: "Was all this just an illusion?"

"If I want it to be true, it is true. If I want it to be false, it is false. Didn't your master explain the principle to you?"

Sun Dong couldn't understand.

Shi Feiyang asked him: "Do you want to say it?"

Sun Dong swallowed hard: "What do you want to ask?"

"What color and style of clothes does your master like to wear?"

Sun Dong was dumbfounded: That’s it?

He could not understand why this person who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared and had such terrifying magical powers and made such a big fuss just to find out what kind of clothes his master liked to wear?
"Don't want to talk about it again?" Shi Feiyang raised his hand and released five-colored divine light to cover it.

Sun Dong struggled hard for a few times, but couldn't move at all. He tried to feel it again to make sure it was real... Then he saw the vines rising up again, and his voice changed with fear: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you... My master likes to wear dark green Taoist robes!"

Shi Feiyang let the vines remain silent and asked in detail what he wore inside and outside, what he wore when he went out to visit friends, and what he wore when he practiced at home.

But he asked me about the clothes I was wearing for more than half an hour, and then asked me about food, daily necessities, toys, what kind of tea I drink, what kind of fish I catch, what good friends I have, what enemies I have...

He asked about every detail thoroughly before opening the Qiankun Box, putting Sun Tong in it, and then taking out the other Yu Duan and doing the same thing.

Shi Feiyang's methods were too cruel, and the two teenagers could not endure the torture. Although they hesitated a bit, they finally confessed everything and answered whatever was asked, without any hesitation.

Shi Feiyang interrogated Yue Yun about her daily life, social connections, hobbies and interests... every detail of her life.

Finally, he asked about Yue Yun's cultivation method. The two refused to tell him at first, so Shi Feiyang used the torture of Bing Fire and Ren Water to torture the two teenagers to death. They completely collapsed and finally told him everything.

Shi Feiyang recorded the skills that the two had taught him in a notebook.

They certainly did not receive all of Yue Yun's teachings, but they had followed Yue Yun for many years and had learned the boy's skills from him since childhood, so they had a very solid foundation in both the introductory and advanced skills, and Yue Yun's explanations to them were also very comprehensive and detailed.

Shi Feiyang used these to make inferences and wrote a whole book.

Next, he began to practice the above techniques. With his level of Taoism and magical power, it was not difficult for him to practice these things. Once he knew the principles and methods, he could master them all with just one practice.

It only took him half a day to master all of these.

Shi Feiyang opened the Jiuyi Ding and checked Yue Yun's condition inside. Yue Yun sat cross-legged in the darkness, as if floating in space, without up and down, left and right, east and west, north and south. In this Ding, even time seemed to have stopped.

During this period, the chaotic energy around him continued to consume and polish his spirit. He could only merge his body and spirit and try his best to fight back.

Shi Feiyang flew into the cauldron and came to Yue Yun: "How do you feel, fellow Daoist?"

Yue Yun opened his eyes and looked at him. He looked exactly like his apprentice, even more alike than twins. "Who are you? What grudge do I have against you? Can you let me die knowingly?"

"There is no hatred or grudge between us. Not only is there no hatred, but there is also some goodwill."

"Then why do you treat me like this!" Yue Yun's tone was full of doubts and a little bit of grievance, "How did I offend you? Or my two useless disciples?
I see that your magical powers are a hundred times greater than mine, so you can't be an unknown person. Please tell me who you are and why you are doing this."

"Misfortunes often go hand in hand with blessings, and blessings often go hand in hand with misfortunes. What I'm doing may not be a bad thing for the three of you. The matter is not over yet, so we can't jump to conclusions easily. As for who I am and what I want to do, there is no need for you to know now."

Yue Yun asked angrily: "So you're just going to lock me up here? How long will it last?"

"Of course I won't just lock you up, and it won't be for too long, or you won't be able to bear it. If you become a cripple, I'll have no choice but to send you to reincarnate and come back for another life."

Shi Feiyang raised his hand and released a flying sword: "I will give you a fair chance to fight me with magic and swords. If you can beat me, I will let you go!"

Yue Yun felt a little surprised. He fell into this cauldron, surrounded by a pitch-black void, and infinite primordial chaotic energy filled the void, constantly consuming his energy and spirit. It could be said that he had become a fish on the chopping board, and could only be slaughtered to his death. But now the opponent wanted to fight him fairly with swords.

He didn't know what Shi Feiyang was up to, but this was his only chance to regain his freedom.

"Well, that's what you said!"

Yue Yun released his flying sword. He also wanted to see if he could guess the opponent's origins through his sword and magic styles.

After all, he has been practicing for hundreds of years. Although he often stays overseas, he is knowledgeable and well-informed. He knows the methods of various schools and sects like the back of his hand. As long as he can guess the other party's origin and make some calculations, he can roughly know the other party's intentions!

Yue Yun released a beam of white sword light, as agile as a dragon and dazzling with lightning.

Shi Feiyang released a green sword light, which circled around and was extremely agile.

Both flying swords were made using unconventional techniques, and the sword light was quite sharp.

Shi Feiyang originally had a lot of flying swords. He had mastered the art of Disha transformation and knew that he would have to change his identity a lot in the future. So when he came out, he bought a lot of things in the Immortal City, including many magic weapons and flying swords from various families.

After Yue Yun saw his sword light, he already had a general idea in his mind. He knew that he was not from the orthodox Xuanmen sect. He made a sword gesture and pointed forward. A white sword light dozens of feet long flew forward.

Shi Feiyang blocked it with his sword, and counterattacked, tangling the two swords together.

When the two swords were put together, Yue Yun could tell which sect Shi Feiyang belonged to. He exchanged more than a dozen moves to verify it, and his mind was clear as a mirror:
"Good fellow, you are from the Wutai Sect! Are you the new disciple of Grandmaster Taiyi Hunyuan?"

Shi Feiyang laughed and didn't explain, he just kept fighting with him with swords.

By fighting with him with swords, Shi Feiyang continued to secretly learn his swordsmanship.

Shi Feiyang was not simply looking at his sword-wielding skills, but was able to sense the flow of his true energy, the intersection of spiritual energy between man and sword, and the transformation of opportunities. If these things were not clearly understood, a master would be able to tell the truth at a glance.

At the same time, he also learned Yue Yun's tone of voice, the look in his eyes, his behavior, and the temperament in his every move.

He used the Wutai School's flying sword and swordsmanship to fight with Yue Yun for an hour, but there was no winner.

"I'm sorry that you couldn't defeat me and I can't let you go, but I will give you another chance tomorrow. You must seize it."

Shi Feiyang left the Jiuyi Ding, causing Yue Yun to fall into endless darkness again.

He took the notebook and wrote down everything he had just learned. He then verified it with what he already knew and modified some biased guesses, trying his best to restore Yue Yun's swordsmanship to its original form.

The next day, he took a flying sword from the Kunlun School and used Kunlun swordsmanship to go to Dingli to fight with Yue Yun.

He learned Kunlun swordsmanship from Yu Xiao. He taught Yu Xiao Taoist swordsmanship and incorporated Kunlun swordsmanship into it. Although it was not authentic and did not have core sword techniques, it was already applicable.

However, Yue Yun's eyes were very vicious: "Are you a disciple of Kunlun Sect? But you are not a direct descendant of the Kunlun Nine Friends!"

Shi Feiyang still smiled without saying a word, and fought with him for another hour, then came out of the cauldron to summarize.

On the third day, Shi Feiyang used the swordsmanship of the Qingcheng School; on the fourth day, he used the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School; on the fifth day, he used the swordsmanship of the Huashan School; on the sixth day, he used the swordsmanship of the Emei School...

When he used the authentic Nine Heavens Sword Technique, Yue Yun was stunned!

This Emei swordsmanship is more authentic than the previous ones!

As a registered disciple of Master Lianshan, he was not even qualified to learn it, but he was on good terms with the immortals of the Emei Sect and saw them often. He could tell the real from the fake at a glance, and the set used by Shi Feiyang couldn't be more authentic!
"I know who you are! You are the disciple of Blood God Deng Yin!"

Yue Yun suddenly yelled! (End of this chapter)