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Chapter 438: Blocking the Mountain Gate, a Dilemma

Gently stroking a hair-thin crack on the sword spine, Xu Yuanchang put the three-inch flying sword back into his sleeve with an expressionless face.

Just now, he used up half of his magic power to kill the enemy with the flying sword that was refined by the sword immortal.

He never does business at a loss. He always strikes the first blow to avoid a hundred blows. He wants to make sure those old guys who dare to target him have no idea what trump card he has in his hand, so as to buy himself some time to grow.

Through the gray-clothed old man's words, he guessed that the mastermind behind him must be a master from the Ninth Floor.

Maybe he came here to find out his master's secret?

The great swordsman has not appeared in decades, and his apprentice has been waiting and watching.

Those old guys who have lived for thousands of years are not easy to fool. This attack is a test, and it also shows their madness of being willing to tear their relationships apart in order to ascend.

He took advantage of the gray-clothed old man's underestimation of his enemy and was able to complete the counterattack through a series of chain actions.

Otherwise, with the magical powers of the powerful Ba Chonglou, he would have sensed something was wrong and quickly escaped, and it would have been impossible for him to lock onto the other party's soul.

The shocking battle that took place here caused a huge commotion.

The monks who had been hiding in the distance on the island and watching the excitement were frightened out of their wits and fled towards the sea as far as they could.

The other six-story formation masters who maintained the water mist confinement formation had only accepted a mission to make money. They were originally still waiting and watching when the formation was broken, but when they saw the magnificent sword that caused the strange phenomenon between heaven and earth and killed their employer, the old man, on the spot, they only wished they had two more legs so that they could escape before the other adventurous monks.

As for the formation master who was burned to death, he could only consider himself unlucky.

Xu Yuanchang stretched out his hand and waved it repeatedly, using the flying knife to break several nodes of the incomplete trap formation and completely destroy the temporary formation.

He did not bother chasing after the escaped formation master, but instead flew over Cuozhong Mountain.

The gray old man's face was downward, and he knelt in the bare valley, with his bones drooping. He looked as if all his bones had been pulled out, and he was limp like melting ice and snow. The condensed magic power quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.

Xu Yuanchang took back his broken Dharma image, which would be restored after some time of nurturing, and stared at the Dharma corpse that was dissipating its power.

The breeze blew gently, and he caught a wisp of transparent rule power, which he quickly bound. Then came the second and third wisps of invisible objects, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

Later, he waited until all the Dharma images had completely disappeared, leaving only a water-blue cold sword on the ground, and no fourth strand of rule power appeared.

Xu Yuanchang took the Shui Han Sword, took a quick look at it, and threw it into the space.

The eighth-level treasures are all extremely valuable, but he has no use for them.

When the time comes, put it in the sect's treasury and keep it for someone else who is destined to get it.

He opened the palm of his left hand and carefully looked at the three strands of rule power that were circling and trying to break free from the restraints. They were of the attributes of water, ice and wood, emitting completely different light fluctuations. They were different from the gold rule power that was taken away by Yan Shusheng on Nanhui Island, which was only a remnant.

These three strands of rule essence are condensed without flaw, pure and spotless.

You can use secret methods to comprehend and refine it bit by bit, and use the slow-cooking method for your own use, which can save hundreds of years. You can also use it to exchange with others as a rare treasure, or participate in an auction.

It is extremely rare on the market. Every time the essence of the rules appears, it often attracts crazy competition and is sold at an astonishing price.

Xu Yuanchang took out three jade bottles of different colors, sealed the three strands of rule power in them, affixed sealing talismans on them, and placed them on a conspicuous shelf in the space treasure house of the Fantasy Fairy Ring.

Having such a harvest is an unexpected surprise.

Wait until he condenses the power of emptiness and tranquility, and then refine and absorb the wood element rule power contained therein.

He did not touch the things on the old man for the time being. After waiting for about half an hour, two figures suddenly appeared above the gray fog. Mu Xiaoxiao arrived with Yu Fengwu, who was slightly slower than him.

"Hello, Uncle Mu. Sorry to have troubled you."

"Okay, don't be so polite, kid."

Mu Xiaoxiao first took a look at the Taoist priest who was not hurt at all, and said with a smile: "On the way, I told Feng Wu not to worry about Xu kid. The old Taoist priest's disciple is not made of clay and water, which will break if touched or rot if hit. That kid is very cunning. Maybe when we arrive, Xu kid will have killed the thief from the Eight-story Building on the spot. Look, it turned out to be what I said. The thief was split into two halves and placed neatly. Hahaha, not bad."

She suddenly received a message from Yu Fengwu on the Bitian Peak. She was furious in her heart, not as calm as the smile on her face at this moment.

Daring to come to her territory to deal with Xu Yuanchang, isn't this a slap in her face?

The old Taoist priest had not shown up for thousands of years, so he carefully sent his disciple to Fanghuzhou and entrusted him to her care.

What a great favor.

How many years has it been?
If something happened to Xu Yuanchang near Fanghuzhou, she would be scolded to death by the two old guys, Lin Sanren and Jia Shusheng. She had always been at odds with those old guys and had not had any contact with them for many years.

Among the five continents in Fangcun Mountain Area, except Fanghu Continent, the other three continents, Tairan Continent, Guying Continent and Qimu Continent, are all guarded by masters from the Nine-Story Tower.

Among them, Ning Cangyue, a powerful person from the Nine-Story Tower in Tairan Continent, was a disciple trained by her personally.

Therefore, in the Fangcun Mountain area, Mu Xiaoxiao is the most powerful person.

For Xu Yuanchang's safety, she went to various continents to greet them in advance.

I wonder which guy is so bold as to play dirty tricks on her, saying one thing in front of her and another behind her back?

Yu Fengwu looked up and down at Taoist Xu, who was bowing modestly, and said with a smile, "I'm not worried about him. He has the jade pendant you gave him for self-defense, and Cuozong Island is not far from Fanghu Island. What can happen to him?"

Xu Yuanchang quickly echoed, "It's okay, it's really okay," and briefly recounted the information revealed by the old man in gray.

He could sense that his cheap uncle in front of him was filled with rage.

I urgently need to find an outlet.

Mu Xiaoxiao landed in front of the two pieces of wreckage and flicked her fingers a few times. The treasures on the wrists, waist, arms, and hairpins of the wreckage all floated into the air. She said, "The remaining soul is gone. This unlucky guy doesn't even have a slim chance of reincarnation."

He casually wiped off the mark of the space treasure bracelet and found an identity card and several other items hidden inside.

"Well, Old Monster Le from the East Travel Region has stretched his hand beyond the boundary and come to my territory."

Mu Xiaoxiao grinned in a somewhat sinister way, and threw the space bracelet and other treasures to Xu Yuanchang. She kept the old man's ID card and a few items, collected the remains, and asked, "Xu boy, are you going back to Dengxian Temple, or are you staying here?"

Yu Fengwu rushed to reply: "Uncle Mu, you go and do your business first, I will stay and accompany him."

Mu Xiaoxiao disappeared in a flash, and a voice floated towards them.

"I'm going to be out for a few days, so be careful."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and bowed to see him off. After a moment, he stood up and extended his hand to invite Yu Fengwu to go to Cuozong Mountain, a hundred miles away.

Le Yanzhidu of Dongyou Domain couldn't wait for him to leave Fangcun Mountain Domain. Seeing the opportunity of him leaving Denghanguan, he could not wait to arrange his men to plunder him.

He took note of this grudge.

Mu Xiaoxiao's negotiation was likely to involve a fight. The Nine-Story Tower could determine the winner between the same level, but it was almost impossible to determine life and death, especially on someone else's territory.

Mu Xiaoxiao helped him to teach Le Laoguai a lesson, and he accepted the favor.

"Why don't we invite Zhao Jun and Elder Zeng to come and set up a protective formation here."

Yu Fengwu looked around, seeing gray fog and bare rocks everywhere, and gave a suggestion.

Xu Yuanchang did not agree, and said: "Please help me keep an eye on me. As long as I am not trapped in the formation, three or two eighth-floor monks will not be able to stop me. If the ninth-floor master disregards his dignity and attacks me personally, it will be useless even with the protection of the formation."

Yu Fengwu stopped trying to persuade him and said, "On the third day after you left the sect, Wen Yining and Yu She came from the Great Wilderness Mountain Region to seek refuge. After our discussion, we asked Yu She to form a new Daqi Hall. He is currently the acting hall master, and Wen Yining will not take up the position for the time being. He will just be a guardian."

Xu Yuanchang smiled happily and said, "The more cultivators who can ascend from the lower realms, the better for us. I remember that Wen Yining is good at medicine and is proficient in talismans and formations. Let her set up a medical hall. In the future, if there are cultivators who come to join us, they can serve as deputy hall masters in various halls, unless they have a very unique skill, then they can set up a new hall."

He felt sorry for Meng Shanhe in his heart. Uncle Meng was too impatient and failed to improve his cultivation to the point where heaven and earth would reject him, which led to his failure in transcending the tribulation. However, Wen Yining and Yu She, two old practitioners from the same batch, had unlimited possibilities in the future.

Zeng Lao and others were worried about disturbing his practice, so they did not inform him of minor matters.

Yu Fengwu took out the flying sword for communication, silently recorded the sect master's intention in it, and raised his hand to send the flying sword out.

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Xu Yuanchang resumed his daily practice, condensing and refining the evil spirit in the cave every day, or reading books and drawing talismans, or pondering the way of emptiness and tranquility, without being affected by the accident.

The cave he had just dug was fifty miles away from Yu Fengwu's residence to avoid being taken away by someone.

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Dongyou Region, above Dongyuan Mountain.

Two figures suddenly appeared, one of them was a down-and-out middle-aged scholar wearing a dirty and worn-out long gown, a scarf on his head, and a huge dark red gourd in his hand. He staggered with drunken steps and shouted curses at the Dongyou Sect below.

"You turtle bastard Le Laoguai, you wicked thing who gave birth to a son without an asshole, I will defy your ancestors for eighteen generations... Come out and challenge you... One-on-One, for three hundred rounds. If you dare to play dead and not come out, I will block the door and scold you every day... I will scold you every day, and then I will smash your turtle shell and dismantle your Dongyou Sect's ancestral hall. Ugh, you filthy thing... How dare you send your men to deal with my nephew."

"Do you really think I'm dead? How dare you bully the heir of the old Taoist sect? I'm not... dead yet, I'm just crazy... crazy."

The down-and-out middle-aged scholar cursed in a drunken stupor so loudly that the sound could be heard at least ten thousand miles away.

The words were extremely vulgar and unpleasant to the ear, without any trace of the elegance and grace of a scholar.

Le Yanzhi appeared in the sky, his face so gloomy that water could be sucked out of it. He knew exactly what was going on.

He secretly cursed his subordinates for being idiots and good-for-nothings, for messing up a task that was not difficult to handle into such an unmanageable state, and they deserved to die.

"Scholar Jia, Sanren Lin, what do you mean by that? You come to my gate and speak nonsense. Don't think you can do whatever you want just by pretending to be crazy. I will never let you off."

Four monks from the eighth floor and more than twenty monks from the seventh floor flew out from below, and monks from the eighth floor came from further away.

The down-and-out scholar laughed wildly: "I will fight you in a one-on-one duel. The only one who won't fight you is a coward."

He lifted up the huge gourd, and the wine poured out in one gulp.

Another middle-aged man with disheveled hair and wearing black armor, with a weathered and cold face, was the Lin Sanren mentioned by Le Yanzhi. He threw out a body and said, "Le Yanzhi, this is your subordinate Lin Zhongyun. Don't tell me you don't know him. What did you assign him to do in Fangcun Mountain Area? Don't you know it?"

He used his magic power to put the two broken parts of the body together.

The purpose of displaying evidence is to make the action appear above board and to be able to kill without restraint.

"Le Yanzhi, I'll give you two choices. The first is that you and Jia Shusheng fight to decide the winner and the loser, as well as your life and death. The second is that I and Old Jia will join forces to kill everyone in the Dongyou Sect and destroy your ancestral hall. You can escape, but I and Old Jia will hunt you down everywhere. What do you choose? A real man has the final say!"

Lin Sanren was full of murderous intent and his moves were powerful and resounding.

Ye Changmeng also rushed over from the west, and he mixed in the crowd below to watch the excitement.

When he heard that Lin Sanren and the Crazy Scholar came to help Xu Yuanchang, a gloating look appeared in his eyes.

Beat him, beat old monster Jiang Le to death and make an example of him.

The greedy old man, after being instigated by others, became the first to rush forward.

Considering old man Yanshan's inability to afford losses and his watertight calculations, how could he not have the means to protect his successor who has not yet grown up?

He guessed that the Smiling Lady was hiding somewhere and would use some shady tactics to deal with Old Monster Le later.

I heard that the Smiling Lady, Lin Sanren and Jia Shusheng don't get along well.

In order to stand up for Xu Xiaozi, the three of them put aside their prejudices and worked together.

Le Yanzhi's forehead was wrinkled with deep wrinkles. He had not expected that he would encounter such a big trouble. He thought that at most he could have a few words with Mu Xiaoxiao and compensate some materials privately, and then the matter would be settled.

Who would have thought that he would provoke two old monsters who had not cared about worldly affairs for many years.

He really didn't want to fight Jia Shusheng in a duel. There must be a trap. Mu Xiaoxiao hadn't shown up yet. If he was entangled by the crazy and desperate Jia Shusheng, who could guarantee that Lin Sanren and Mu Xiaoxiao wouldn't take advantage of the situation?

"Hey, Lao Lin, he doesn't care about you, why don't you just go ahead and kill him until a river of blood flows!"

The down-and-out scholar licked his lips and spoke crazy words without restraint.

The group of monks forming an array below caused a small commotion.

The monks from the Eight-Story Tower who came from other sects to join in the fun were regretting their decision to do so.

At this point, the arrow was on the string, and they had to obey the instructions transmitted by the Dongyou Sect cultivators and do their best to position themselves and form a formation. In case the two old monsters from the Ninth Floor attacked them without regard for their dignity, they were always ready to escape.

It is impossible to fight against a rock with an egg, and it is impossible to risk one's own life to protect Ancestor Le from disaster.

Le Yanzhi sneered and said, "Scholar Jia, Sanren Lin, don't threaten to destroy my sect all the time. It's as if you don't have any sect power. I also have a few good friends. When the time comes, I will go to Longyuan Valley and destroy your sect gates."

He felt helpless in his heart. It had been four or five thousand years since he had been threatened by anyone.

The other side has at least three lunatics, and if one less is missing they will not be a threat to him.

Lin Sanren was unmoved, and said with a sinister smile: "You are welcome to bring people to Longyuan Valley to help me get rid of the worries of my disciples."

The down-and-out scholar yelled, "Hey, old monster Le, one-on-one or group fight? Choose quickly, don't keep talking nonsense, are you a man with balls or not?"

The two of them seemed to not care about the life or death of the sect's disciples at all.

This put Le Yanzhi in a dilemma. Even though he had a few good friends, they were not good enough to abandon their respective sects and follow him to seek revenge and go crazy.

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(End of this chapter)