Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 490: The way to repay favors is more painful

The cold wind blew in Master Tongyuan's mocking voice: "Gao Jian's apprentice is poisoned, it's none of your business, doesn't that old man believe in 'one sword suppresses all laws, one sword leads to the great way'? Let his apprentice use sword energy to suppress the soul-losing curse, just in time to sharpen the sword heart, it's useless to ask the old monk for help."

Xu Yuanchang was delighted, as he heard that the old monk had a friendship with Gao Jian and that the old monk must have suffered a loss during their fight.

The reluctance to accept revealed in the words has not disappeared even after thousands of years.

He was not worried about Master Tongyuan's revenge. The hermits were powerful and did whatever they wanted. What they were pursuing was the final step of ascending to the fairyland. They did not care about worldly right and wrong, good and evil. As long as the other party was willing to talk to them, they would always find a way to obtain the magic of detoxification.

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and replied, "Senior Gao Jian's apprentice is not very skilled in martial arts and is only at the eighth level of sword realm. He cannot suppress the ninth level of the divine origin poison. I beg the master to lend a hand."

"Since you dare to challenge a Ninth Heaven Divine Daoist with an eighth-order sword realm, your courage is commendable. Life and death are left to fate. Why do you need to ask someone to detoxify you afterwards?"

Master Tongyuan's voice sounded somewhat impatient.

Xu Yuanchang explained, "Senior Gao Jian's apprentice's name is Yu Fengwu. She shouldn't have gotten involved in the affairs of Qingliang Mountain and Fuyuan Mountain, which wanted to annex Qingyao Mountain. As a result, she was secretly hated by Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng, and suffered this disaster."

He deliberately omitted the process, cut off the beginning and the end, and combined several results together.

Master Tongyuan asked pointedly, "Wuluo is gone?"

Xu Yuanchang secretly thought that something was going to happen, and successfully attracted the old monk's attention. He continued to explain: "Senior Wu Luo suffered from the divine calamity inside and the backlash of the heaven outside. He died ten years ago. Yu Fengwu was entrusted by Senior Wu Luo to hold the empty title of Qingyao Mountain's guest and supreme elder to assist Senior Wu Luo's disciples in dealing with the invasion of the two major forces of Qingliang Mountain and Fuyuan Mountain."

"Heaven's law backfires. Alas, he can't escape it after all..."

Master Tongyuan sighed, feeling sorry for Wu Luo. After a moment of silence, he said, "The old monk is no longer a Shintoist. The internal fight between them has nothing to do with the old monk. Gao Jian's vision in selecting disciples is too poor. That Yu Fengwu has no ability but to meddle in other people's business. He should die early and reincarnate as soon as possible."

Xu Yuanchang was a little dumbfounded. The old monk didn't play according to the routine.

He said calmly, "You are right. She should have learned a lesson with her life. Please give me a way to detoxify her for my master's sake, so that I can fulfill our friendship."

Master Tongyuan cursed, "Your master has no face in front of the old monk. Back then, the old monk searched for him everywhere for two thousand years, wanting to ask him for a small favor, but he deliberately avoided me. Why should the old monk give him face? Bah, I get angry just thinking about it. You kid, leave quickly, or don't blame me for sticking you upside down on the top of the mountain as a flagpole."

As Master Tongyuan finished speaking, the originally lead-gray sky suddenly became filled with dark clouds.

The power of heaven and earth suddenly arose, dull thunder was accompanied by lightning, and strong winds blew violently, giving people a terrifying feeling that a disaster was about to happen.

Xu Yuanchang's scalp tingled. It was really no big deal. He brought down a calamity from heaven to scare a timid person like him.

"Master, please put away your magical powers. Three or four thousand years ago, when my master was in the lower world undergoing tribulations and evolving the Dao of the world, he was not in the upper world at all. You have misunderstood my master. What do you want my master to help you with?"

He watched the clouds rapidly gathering in the sky, with hints of scarlet at the dark edges, and became more and more frightened.

The old monk was serious about this, and what he brought upon himself was a genuine calamity.

He had seen it from afar.

He wanted to run away, but he was still making a final struggle to save the situation. It was really difficult for him.

"Hey, you are such a sharp-tongued kid, you are good at speaking to excuse your master. The old monk wants to see what you can do for the so-called friendship. Let's not talk about anything else for now. You accompany the old monk to survive a tribulation for fun. If you can survive nine waves of tribulation, we can continue our conversation."

The old monk's teasing voice was accompanied by the brewing sound of thunder.

The rolling might of heaven seemed to be a physical force crushing Xu Yuanchang, making him shudder. His face was illuminated by the lightning that violently tore through the clouds, making it look horrifying and mottled.

"Master Tongyuan, if I can accompany you through the nine waves of thunder, you will agree to help Yu Fengwu detoxify, right?"

Despite being surrounded by disaster clouds and under extreme pressure, he still refused to give up even the slightest chance.

He had seen the power of the great calamity, and the first nine waves were just appetizers.

This small shrimp in the late eighth stage should be able to survive with the help of various treasures, as long as the old monk doesn't do anything bad. At worst, he can use "Light Wind" to escape, but injuries are inevitable.

"Haha, the old monk admires you a little bit. You have guts."

Master Tongyuan's wild laughter drowned out the muffled thunder, revealing his insolent madness. "When did the old monk agree to help others detoxify? Boy, don't try those tricks that are not worthy of being shown on the stage."

Xu Yuanchang flew away, shouting, "Master, please have fun by yourself. I won't accompany you any more."

He would never do anything stupid that would bring him no benefit and get him struck by lightning.

He realized that he had been fooled by the old monk.

Under the cover of calamity clouds, he did not dare to activate the Fantasy Immortal Ring to travel through the void, for fear of being disturbed, deviating from his direction and getting into even more troublesome danger.

"Haha, it's too late, Lei is coming!"

Following the old monk's loud shout.

The thunder roared down, and Xu Yuanchang, who was under the pressure of heavenly power, could not move. He was like a small insect fallen into sticky mud, and his flying speed was ridiculously slow. He had to stop and deal with the crisis of being struck by thunder first.

I cursed Tongyuan, the old bald donkey, in my heart.

Unable to find his master to help, he took out all his anger on him.

What kind of hero is that?
He held high the Thunder Seal in his right hand, and colorful light mist surged on his phantom armor. A wave of fist-sized bright red lightning balls fell like raindrops, turning corners and hitting the spontaneously expanding lightning arcs of the Thunder Seal. They were absorbed by the Thunder Seal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sound of rumbling explosions was endless.

The lightning flashed and shattered like a finger, making a hissing sound. From time to time, the residual lightning penetrated the light mist of the phantom armor.

Xu Yuanchang's whole body trembled, and he felt a sharp pain in his bones. He quickly practiced his skills to eliminate the power of the thunder.

"Boy, you are cheating."

Amid the roar of thunder, the old monk's disdainful sneer could be clearly heard.

Xu Yuanchang survived the first wave of lightning strikes unscathed, with fine lightning flashes wrapped around his body.

He had no time to talk nonsense. He used all the time to dissolve the burning power of thunder that entered his body. The treasures he possessed were also part of his strength. His ability to cheat was a skill.

The second wave of thunder that followed was greater in number and power than the first wave.

Xu Yuanchang was worried that the Thunder Seal would be blown up by the wild heavenly thunder, so he stretched out his left hand and half of the dazzling thunder ball poured down. In the blink of an eye, it shrank and was stored in the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring. The Creation Altar suddenly shone brightly, like rippling water, refining the rolling thunder light.

"Okay, boy, you are worthy of being a disciple of the Golden Immortal. You have some valuables to show off. I want to see what else you have."

The third, fourth, and fifth waves of thunder struck one after another, leaving Xu Yuan no chance to catch his breath.

The area covered by black clouds was a hundred miles long, with only a point of dazzling lightning in the middle.

The huge commotion attracted cultivators passing by from thousands of miles away to come and see the wonder. Everyone was discussing who this senior who was doing the tribulation was and why he chose the Great Desolate Mountain Area, which was filled with evil and hostility, as the place to do the tribulation?
Xu Yuanchang was in great pain. His Thunder Seal was filled to the brim by the endless thunder. After all, the Creation Altar was only of the seventh rank and could no longer contain the excess thunder. He could only rely on his eighth rank phantom armor and seventh rank physique to resist.

At the end of the fifth wave of heavenly thunder, Taoist Xu's face was unrecognizable, his skin was torn and his flesh was charred, and his body was filled with rampaging thunder power.

He suddenly reacted.

The thunder that was chasing and smashing against him was actually divine thunder summoned by Master Tongyuan using his supreme secret method. It was a fake product and not a real great calamity.

No wonder it feels a little weird, its power is definitely not as strong as a real heavenly calamity.

I was deeply shocked by the old monk's magical powers that were so lifelike.

"Master Tongyuan, please stop teasing me. Please put away your magical powers."

"You are smart enough to see through the old monk's tricks. We haven't had enough fun yet. Let's continue."

Master Tongyuan simply refused.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Why would he stop until he is satisfied? Xu Yuanchang put away the burning thunder seal and swallowed several pills and condensed beads in succession. His mind was spinning rapidly. The old monk could not use common sense to guess. He had to find a way to save himself and survive the remaining four waves of thunder.

As he waved his hand, a little bit of spiritual light spread everywhere, and he shouted: "Tree grows without roots!"

The saplings broke through the soil and rocks one by one, and grew vigorously at an extremely fast speed. He did not hesitate to consume his magic power and the power of the wood element, and used the brief gap to create a root base for himself.

Using magic to break the thunder is the only way he can think of to gain leverage.

He went into seclusion for a short period of time a few years ago and touched the edge of the path of "creation", and comprehended a magical power of the wood element: growing trees without roots and gathering energy to form a city.

He knew his own strength and could not just take it head-on, otherwise he would die.

The old monk doesn't care whether he lives or dies, he must use all means to save himself.

The trees are arranged in numbers of four nines, and in a short time they grow into a lush forest with rich wood energy, which gathers into layers of brilliant and flowing gas cities. The roots of all the trees extend deep into the ground, connecting into a densely packed whole.

If he were to face a true catastrophe, under the might of heaven, his magical power of wood would be ineffective.

The old monk was using Shinto thunder magic. He was using his supernatural power to counter supernatural power, so he should be able to hold out for a while.

A three-foot-high bronze tablet appeared in his hand. He threw it to the ground, and a ten-foot-high Zhentian tablet rose from the ground. He had just begun to write the character "thunder" with his fingers.

The long-brewing sixth wave of divine thunder, accompanied by blinding lightning, exploded with a "crack" and poured down from the eye of the circling black cloud.

Dozens of thunder balls collided with the violently surrounding atmosphere, and the violent explosion was deafening.

The trees shrouded in wood energy collapsed one by one, and the roots underground were shattered bit by bit. The vitality of the wood energy mixed with the power of heaven and earth absorbed, madly poured into the Shentong Qi City that was intensively consumed.

Xu Yuanchang was multitasking, controlling the wood magic with his left hand and using his own magic power and the power of the wood element rules to maintain the precarious situation.

His right hand was as steady as a rock as he wrote the taboo word for thunder stroke by stroke.

As the last stroke was completed, lightning flashed on the surface of the bronze tablet, and the "thunder" rune quickly disappeared.

He did not dare to slack off and continued to write the second "thunder" character. His frightening injuries seemed to have recovered. The remaining thunder power running rampant in his body slowly disappeared and turned into strands of blood that were expelled from the body surface.

The last tree and underground roots were shattered, and the surging explosion of the gas city swept away the remnants of the seventh wave of divine thunder.

Xu Yuanchang finally completed the second tedious Raven.

He looked up and saw that the dark clouds in the sky almost reached the top of the mountain, and the huge eyes in the clouds exuded a terrifying aura.

"Good boy, you have many strange and bizarre methods. Take the last two waves of lightning strikes well. If you can survive, the old monk promises to give you a talisman that can remove the poison of the soul-losing curse. If you can't survive, then everything is over. You and your friend will be a pair of mandarin ducks on the road to the underworld."

Master Tongyuan roared with wild laughter.

"A hundred divine thunders fall!"

Two waves of thunder magic smashed down at the same time without any reason. Hundreds of thunder balls were like bursting dams, submerging several transparent forbidden mountains rising below. The sky and the earth were covered with blazing white, dazzling and blinding, and the hundreds of miles of snow-capped peaks nearby collapsed one after another.

A group of monks watching three hundred miles away were attacked by a sudden wave of light.

They were thrown dozens of miles away with screams. Many monks were seriously injured and fled in a panic with bruised faces and noses and blood gushing out.

They had already seen that it was a fight. The mysterious master who called himself "old monk" taught them a lesson. How could they dare to see the end of the fight?
Ice and snow melted over a range of hundreds of miles, and the snow water rushed down from the mountains and plains, forming several rolling torrents that rushed towards the sea.

Xu Yuanchang struggled to prop up his body from the deep pit. His phantom armor was shattered and there were wisps of colorful light stubbornly surrounding him. It would take him some time to recover. Heat and the smell of burnt meat came out of his body, and the chaotic thunder power in his body was running around, and his blood was surging.

My bones seemed to be falling apart.

Every time he moved, the severe pain almost made him faint. He persisted with great willpower and tremblingly climbed up.

His clothes were tattered and his hair was disheveled.

His whole body was charred, with wounds so deep that the bones were visible. He had never looked so miserable before.

He took out a life-saving pill of the best quality from the ring with trembling hands, chewed it and swallowed it.

The Heaven-Suppressing Monument fell sideways in a pit filled with broken lightning and fire.

"Master Tongyuan, I have survived your divine thunder attack by chance. Please grant me the divine talisman that can remove the poison of the soul-losing curse. I still have to go and save my friends."

Xu Yuanchang tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

He has suffered a lot this time and doesn't want to fail at the last minute and have all his hard work go to waste.

All those below the ninth rank are ants. He cannot redeem himself for the time being, so he will just swallow his anger and endure it.

"Yes, yes. The disciple chosen by Master Yanshan is tougher than his words. You must be planning to settle accounts with the old monk in the future."

On the top of the only snow-capped peak within a hundred miles, there stood a bald figure in a white robe and white beard, with an old look of deep hatred and bitterness on his face. He overlooked the miserable and embarrassed Taoist priest at the bottom of the pit, smiling happily, and with a flick of his hand, a yellow talisman floated down.

Xu Yuanchang reached out and took the talisman covered with strange runes. He felt it for a moment. He wondered if this thing would work.

"I am a self-aware young man. I will treat this as the price I have to pay for a deal. How do I use this magic talisman?"

He avoided the fatal topic, not wanting to anger the old monk with a bad temper.

To avoid complications.

"Burn it into talisman water and drink it."

The old monk put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky where the dark clouds had dispersed and snowflakes were falling.

Xu Yuanchang carefully put away the talisman that he had paid a heavy price for, shrunk the Heavenly Stele and put it into the space, clasped his fists and bowed, then hobbled out of the deep pit and walked away in the mud.

Gradually calming the surging blood and energy, he mobilized his magic power to dissolve the thunder force running rampant in his body bit by bit.

He flew slowly thousands of miles away, with a flash of golden light on his body, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air in the cold wind and snow.

A Taoist Bagua plate appeared in the old monk's hand. He casually scattered three copper coins. When he looked closely, he saw that the copper coins were facing upwards, located at the nodes of heaven, earth and man respectively.

"Good luck and happiness."

Although he had never met Taoist Yanshan, he had long heard of his great fortune-telling skills and searched the world for him, hoping to figure out the whereabouts of his enemy. He also challenged people of the same level and honed his magical powers.

Later, the Taoist priest sent someone to give him a Bagua plate and a secret book of deduction.

Tell him to live in seclusion patiently on the Xuanyue Peninsula in the Great Wilderness Mountain Area, and that after three thousand years, all grudges will be settled.

With his talent, he devoted himself to studying the secret method of divination, and over thousands of years, he achieved considerable success.

The moment I saw the Taoist disciple.

He used his mind to tell the divination and knew that his enemy was dead.

The one who avenged him was Xu Yuanchang, who came to ask him for help.

With his nature of repaying kindness and revenge, he would not hesitate to consume his magic power to create a magical thunder tribulation to help the boy temper his body and soul, and give him the qualification of a "small ascended monk" as a way of repaying the favor.

However, the way he returned the favor was rather painful and unique.

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(End of this chapter)