Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The sky is like a white piece of paper, and the earth is like a dark abyss.

A pair of cold eyes loomed between heaven and earth.

His eyes opened and closed, and endless radiance burst forth, like the eyes of the heavens.

There are no spells or techniques that are dazzling to the extreme.

There were no tricky angles either.

All that exists is the overwhelming force of the times.

Buzz! ! ! ! !
The sound of swords clashing echoed!
The terrifying sword light was so powerful that even Chen Daoxing couldn't hide it.

The roar within the sword light was so intense that it could not be suppressed.

The old madman's illusory figure was constantly dissipating; now only his blurry upper body remained, but the will revealed in his eyes was unwavering.

He has done all he could.

Now, his mind is so focused that he cannot tolerate any distractions or extraneous thoughts; his only thought is to kill Chen Daoxing.

This is not a matter of principle.

Yet it surpasses even the struggle for the Dao.

Once the struggle for the Dao begins, it will determine life and death.

The old madman is now doomed whether he retreats or advances.

"Death is nothing! My sword has no regrets and no fear!"

The old madman swung his sword and struck. With a single strike, a river of sword energy that stretched for thousands of miles stirred the heavens and earth, distorting the void. If it were an ordinary person, close to the Dao, they would probably be crippled even if they didn't die from this sword strike.

But what opponent is weak for the old madman?

That person didn't go extremely far down the path that is almost the Tao.

First, he severed the physical body of the Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord, causing him to leave the scene severely injured. Then, he directly rescued the severed hand and faced off against Chen Daoxing. This achievement is unparalleled in the entire Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

"Based solely on this exchange, he is worthy of the title of Sword King."

Chen Daoxing's voice rang out softly: "You are my master's close friend, so I must address you as a junior. However, your swordsmanship is too extreme. My master once said that the hope of succeeding on this path is even slimmer than becoming a Dao Master."

"After two consecutive major battles, you're almost too tired to wield your sword anymore."

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, your achievements are probably the highest in the entire Xuanzhen Dao world."

"But you made your fortune with the sword, and you also lost your life with the sword. Your life cannot sustain this Heaven-Stealing Sword for too long."

Chen Daoxing's words were actually quite restrained.

In terms of seniority, he is indeed a junior.

The old madman and the abbot were contemporaries, but the former was more famous in the early days. The thirteen-year-old sword immortal was truly exaggerated to the extreme.

However, it later stopped progressing.

On the contrary, the abbot took every step steadily, and even surpassed everyone else in the end.

But the abbot did not look down on the old madman who was a true immortal back then.

We've had quite a few exchanges.

At that time, Chen Daoxing was already practicing under the abbot, serving tea and water to the old madman in the imperial palace of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Now they've become sworn enemies.

Chen Daoxing did not look down on him, nor did he despise him, nor did he intend to humiliate him.

It can only be said that he learned a great deal from the abbot.

Some things are deeply ingrained and subtly influenced.

This is something Chen Daoxing insists on, and he is unwilling to deny it.

"Chen Daoxing, Chen Daoxing! You have learned your master's skills, but you have not learned his principles of conduct and behavior."

The old madman cursed, "You have committed evil deeds and caused terrible consequences. You have turned the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty into a mess. You have even joined forces with those beasts. You are truly unworthy of this name."

"What kind of path do you follow?!"

"Crooked ways!"

"You have completely disgraced your master!"

These harsh words failed to stir any emotion in Chen Daoxing.

The teacher precedes the path, and the practitioner follows the path.

Chen Daoxing spent his whole life learning to walk, but in the end, he took a completely different path.

He believed that human will could overcome nature.

Even now, he has no way back, nor can he turn back; he can only go all the way down this one path.

Chen Daoxing said indifferently, "There are thousands of ways. The reason you think my way is wrong is because our ways are different and we cannot work together. However, the way of Heaven values ​​life and does not sever the way of all living beings."

“I believe it is not impossible.”

“What I said is not necessarily wrong.”

After speaking, Chen Daoxing seemed somewhat disheartened.

He knew that no matter what he said, the old madman would never agree with his ideas.

He also didn't want to talk much to a dead man.

"Life is a journey, and the path you take to the end is the right one."

Chen Daoxing finished speaking.

In that instant, the world he transformed into twisted into a hazy mass of light and shadow.

The light and shadow intertwined and mingled together.

It actually formed a huge phantom image of an alchemical furnace.

The Nine Dragons Refining Furnace is a treasure of the Pure Immortal Temple.

It's not exactly a treasure.

But it is a good ingredient for alchemy.

Chen Daoxing's actions were quite clear to the old madman.

The outcome was decided in a single move.

One move decides life or death.

"Come!!!!"

The old madman only said "Come," and his figure instantly merged with the Heaven-Stealing Sword.

The sword shattered, and endless sword light emanated from it.

The terrifying power even caused the surrounding void to show signs of being torn apart.

Its sharpness is even greater than before.

The sword light pierced the sky, suppressing all other light and shadow.

The gray alchemy furnace opened its mouth, and nine wicked dragons dragged the furnace, spewing out true fire that enveloped the sword.

Heaven and earth transformed into an alchemical furnace, like catching a turtle in a jar.

The old madman simply couldn't escape.

Or rather, this battle has escalated to the point where no one can avoid the other.

No one has the ability to carry out a sneak attack.

The only option is to confront them head-on.

Thud!

The sword that stole the heavens rushed directly into the alchemy furnace.

The alchemy furnace closed! The nine wicked dragons plunged directly inside, unleashing endless, raging flames—the Heaven-Burning Fire—intending to refine the sword that the old madman had transformed into.

But in the eyes of the old madman.

There is no such thing as a pill furnace.

All that remained were those cold, icy eyes looming overhead.

Click...

Click...

That was the sound of the sword breaking apart.

The flowing sword light emanated from the sword, which was actually a sign that the old madman was exhausted and could no longer control his power.

His will boiled and burned at that moment.

Like the scorching sun.

The sword was crumbling, and the flames ignited by a life-or-death struggle were going out.

The old madman stubbornly continued forward, forward, and forward again.

Boom! ! ! ! !
The sword light within the alchemy furnace was violent.

Those gray, sky-burning flames were forcibly cleaved open.

Within the flames.

A figure dressed in coarse linen clothes, wearing a straw hat, and carrying a broken sword that had collapsed to the point of having only half a blade, became exceptionally clear; his physical body had already burned away.

This is the manifestation of the purest and most unwavering will, to relentlessly move forward, forward, and forward again, step by step, to complete this journey.

Just like when the old madman was stuck in the realm of True Immortal and could not break through to the point of being close to the Dao.

However, at that time, there were still people encouraging him.

But now, he is walking alone.

Yes, the old madman's wife and others had already been sent away by him and thrown into the gray fog long ago.

He still had his own selfish motives.

Saving Chen Huangpi is his business; having someone who is not close to the Dao stay here will only distract him.

Of course, the most important thing.

For a long time, his wife's cultivation was stronger than his, yet she became the one who trusted and supported him the most. Later, when he broke through to the point of near-Dao and pushed the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to the point where it could compete with the Tai Sui Sect, he became his wife's strongest support.

Times have changed.

The old madman also thought that even if he died, as long as his wife didn't see it.

Then I will still be her strongest support.

And look at this old madman.

Even Chen Daoxing was somewhat moved for a moment.

He didn't admire him.

Instead, they couldn't understand why the old madman, who had clearly burned out and whose sword was beginning to crumble, would insist on fighting his way out of the furnace solely through willpower.

We must kill our way to him.

Such willpower even surpasses his.

"Suppressing Immortals!!!!!"

Chen Daoxing's voice was no longer calm.

The nine evil dragons instantly coiled together, blocking the old madman's path, their intertwined forms transforming into a talisman that resembled a celestial canopy.

The talisman had the two characters "镇仙" (zhen xian, meaning "suppressing immortals") engraved on it using the Heavenly Pardon Register.

It truly seemed like the will of Heaven.

All immortals will feel an indescribable, immense power pressing down on them.

boom! ! ! ! !
The broken sword in the old madman's hand shattered once again.

Even the will he manifested showed cracks.

But the old madman kept walking forward.

Uh-huh! ! ! !

Chen Daoxing's pupils constricted.

He can't rest easy until someone like that dies!
Because his master once said something.

"Although Fellow Daoist Nie's sword path is extreme, it is harder than ascending to heaven to succeed. But if he succeeds, he will surely become the Dao Lord of the next era. Even if he does not conform to the Dao, he can still be close to the Dao like his master."

The phrase "approaching the Dao" originally did not refer to the current state of being.

Rather, it is a respectful title used by all the top experts to address the Abbot.

Later, it was classified into a realm.

"kill!!!!!"

Chen Daoxing's voice was icy, and he pointed to the sky.

An eye-shaped Dao Fruit appeared above his head.

He was thoroughly corrupted by that outline.

The original Dao Fruit was replaced by this alternative Dao Fruit.

Its power is many times greater than before.

call!
This fruit breathes and spits like a living thing.

Then a crimson banner flew out from it. Chen Daoxing grabbed it and used it like a sword, then charged towards the old madman without hesitation.

"If Heaven cannot destroy you, then I will!"

"Nie Jianwang, die!!!"

The crimson banner spewed forth endless blood-red light.

The old madman was fearless and dauntless. He gripped the broken sword with only the hilt left and slashed at the enemy!
"Opening the heavens!!!!!"

"kill!!!!!"

At this moment, the two incredibly powerful beings, almost at the level of the Dao, unleashed their full power.

No reservations.

The old madman had burned out; this was his last sword strike.

Chen Daoxing, however, could not find peace of mind.

He was extremely wary of the old madman.

Even if the old madman is doomed to die, he must personally grind his bones to ashes; otherwise, he will not be at peace.

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world.

Everyone knows that the abbot is destined to become the Daoist master.

This is beyond doubt.

As his first disciple and the crown prince of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, Chen Daoxing was exceptionally talented and gifted. With such a filter in mind, everyone would assume that he was the successor.

Or rather, everyone felt that one day he would realize all his talents, achieve what the abbot had once accomplished, subdue the Three Realms, and become the number one person in the Xuanzhen Dao world.

But now, the old madman has taught Chen Daoxing a lesson.

That means never underestimate anyone in the world.

Just because you've gotten this far doesn't mean others can't.

You're a genius? Then who isn't a genius?
It's just that we have different paths.

It shines with the utmost brilliance.

A bright white sun pierced through the sky.

The world inside the Flying Immortal Diagram roared and trembled, as if an earthquake had struck, and a huge hole was forcibly torn open.

The dark world was illuminated.

The stark white sword light fell upon everything; the altars collapsed one after another, unable to bear the afterglow of the great sun.

This sword strike was even more terrifying than the one he had used against Youmingtian earlier.

Because the old madman really did take many more steps forward.

So much so that Chen Daoxing dared not let him continue, and had to forcibly interrupt and destroy him.

Otherwise, the other party would be certain to die.

Even on his deathbed, he could unleash a strike comparable to the abbot's strongest attack before he attained enlightenment.

Today it is today.

The most powerful force among those who had attained Dao was still the abbot who hadn't yet merged with Dao back then. This shows just how complex Chen Daoxing's feelings must have been at this moment.

A sword strike that turned the world upside down and shattered his expectations.

But just like the sun will eventually set.

After the bright white sun had shone brilliantly on all things, it suddenly turned and descended.

The sword light dissipated.

The light was dazzling, as brilliant as a blood-red setting sun.

And in this setting sun.

Chen Daoxing stood stiffly in the sky, the Crimson Blood Banner in his hand turned into ashes. He looked down at his chest, where there was a broken sword hilt. The hilt had no blade, but it had pierced his heart.

His back exploded open.

Blood spurted out.

The eye-like Dao Fruit floating above his head was tightly closed, and black blood was dripping from it as well.

"call……"

His breathing was very heavy.

Chen Daoxing's chest heaved. He reached out to pull the sword hilt off, but found his entire arm trembling, and he was afraid to touch it.

He extended his other hand.

But the same is true...

If it weren't for that crimson banner blocking most of the power, he probably would have lost his life here.

Fortunately, there are no "what ifs".

Chen Daoxing held on; he survived.

All that remained of the old madman was his tattered sword hilt.

The moment the last sword light faded.

The sword hilt detached weakly from Chen Daoxing's chest and fell into the dark world within the Flying Immortal Painting.

The broken sword hilt is crumbling.

The faint glimmer of light dissipated, becoming increasingly fragmented and dim.

Chen Daoxing lowered his head, staring blankly at the sword hilt.

When the hilt of the sword completely vanished into the ground.

It's the end where even the last bit of consciousness the old madman left behind disappears.

At this moment, Chen Daoxing put everything else out of his mind.

What enlightenment of the Nine Spirits Venerable?

What is the use of a celestial embryo to draw out the golden-topped sky lantern?

He also forgot about the thing that seemed to be the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, the Chen Huangpi he had been looking for, and the voice of another Dao Lord that echoed in his mind.

He even overlooked his true purpose.

Because the old madman proved something to Chen Daoxing.

Even without taking that path, one can still forge a great road to success.

It's not that you had no choice.

It's not that you didn't choose it.

But at this moment.

A superhuman roar rang out.

Beyond the world of the Flying Immortal Painting.

That day, the Nine Spirits Venerable, who had been suppressed by Chen Daoxing in the river, stirred.

Three cyan life flames surged forth, enveloping the Nine Spirit Venerable and igniting him on the spot like fuel.

But another will controls this body.

They crashed directly into the world within the Flying Immortal Painting.

Originally, the world within the Flying Immortal Diagram was a net that enveloped the Milky Way and restrained the Nine Spirit Venerables. Now that the world within the Flying Immortal Diagram has been shattered, no one cares about the Nine Spirit Venerables anymore.

Then how can one be subject to such restrictions?

Chen Daoxing's mind was pulled back by this roar.

"Get out of here!!!"

Chen Daoxing roared fiercely, and a bronze oil lamp appeared in his palm.

This lamp is different from ordinary bronze oil lamps.

It is the very first mother lamp.

Just like the relationship between the Taixu Divine Nail and the Seven Aperture Soul-Suppressing Nail.

The master lamp can control all the slave lamps.

With this lamp as the core, simply activating it will cause the Nine Spirit Venerables to fall into a deep sleep.

The bronze oil lamp shone brightly.

The bronze oil lamps hanging on the Nine Spirits Venerable's body all began to flicker, and amidst the thousands of pale green lights and shadows, a strange power acted upon the Nine Spirits Venerable.

But the Nine Spirits Venerable who stormed into the Flying Immortal Diagram world did not fall asleep.

Or perhaps, the Nine Spirits Venerable has fallen into a deep sleep.

But the other will controlling this body is in so much pain that it's going crazy. How can it fall into a deep sleep?

How can one be affected by this bronze mother lamp?

"Chenhuangpi!!!"

Chen Daoxing suddenly realized something.

His face contorted with rage as he slapped the Nine Spirit Venerable with a palm.

Space shattered instantly!

Like a blue dragon, it charged straight at the Nine Spirits Venerable.

"My sword! It dares to make even the heavens bow down!!!"

An old and angry roar resounded from within the Nine Spirits Venerable, followed by a pure white sword light slashing towards Chen Daoxing.

Amidst the flashing sword light.

A figure wearing a straw hat, dressed in tattered clothes, and carrying the Heaven-Stealing Sword came into Chen Daoxing's view.

Old madman...

Chen Daoxing's mind began to fluctuate uncontrollably.

"You're not dead??"

"Then I'll kill you one more time!!!"

Chen Daoxing's eyes were bloodshot as he charged straight at the old madman.

To be honest, his resolve in pursuing the Dao was truly unwavering.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be terrified by now. But Chen Daoxing wasn't going to let the old madman teach him a lesson for nothing. Now that he'd come this far, he was determined to keep going.

Even if he died halfway through, he would have no regrets.

only.

In the instant of fighting this old madman.

Chen Daoxing immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Somewhat weak, much weaker than that.

With a loud bang!!!
The old madman was blasted backward, spitting blood as his body crashed into hundreds of altars.

And too many of these altars are broken.

The world within the Flying Immortal Diagram trembled even more, faintly plummeting towards the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty below.

"Cough cough cough..."

Chen Daoxing coughed up blood and couldn't help but groan.

Although he won against the old madman, he also suffered serious injuries. He could no longer handle this level of combat with the same nonchalance as before.

"Emperor Xu Qingshan of the Eastern Hua Dynasty!"

Chen Daoxing glared angrily at the old madman who was attacking him again.

The old madman was exposed by his all-out attack, which he had no reservations about.

It's a severed hand.

It is the art of transforming brass oil lamps.

Then look at the Nine Spirits Venerable.

Nine Spirits Venerable went straight for the hilt of the fallen broken sword.

It has a lamp on its shoulder and a hideous skeletal body.

"Ah Gui, it all comes down to you, my cunning strategist!"

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​turning my severed hand into the appearance of an old madman?"

The brass oil lamp almost applauded the devil's idea.

But the vengeful spirit remained completely calm.

Although it accurately captured Chen Daoxing's psychological change at that moment, it also knew that the situation had not improved because of this.

Chen Daoxing is too powerful.

It's impossible to defeat this person with just a few tricks.

And then there are the other Dao Lords who might arrive at any moment.

If they want to survive, they can only hope that the brass oil lamp can play a role when the golden sky lantern appears.

As for fleeing for one's life?

Where to escape to?

Where can they escape to?

Roar! ! ! !

Nine Spirits Venerable let out a painful roar.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

His first words were a vulgar, wicked, and decadent tone: "Huang Er!!!!!!!!!"

The voice was grotesque and twisted, as if it were constantly enduring inhuman pain.

"Don't worry! We absolutely won't let Grandpa Nie just vanish like smoke!"

The brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and sprayed out all the remaining black oil in one go!
The black lamp oil covered the broken sword hilt, instantly staining it thoroughly inside and out!

The old madman died a heroic and resolute death, remaining alone for the rest of his life.

Let's not talk about Chenhuangpi anymore.

Even the brass oil lamp, which is heartless and always likes to make malicious assumptions about others, was addressed with a respectful title.

It has to give the old madman a chance to survive.

We must hold on until the upheaval in the world ends. We absolutely cannot let him fall at this time, otherwise there will truly be no such person in the future.

But the power that the old madman ultimately unleashed was not only obtained through desperate theft and manipulation, but also because he took a few more steps forward and went further down the path that was almost the Dao.

Even at its peak, the brass oil lamp couldn't compare to this powerful old madman.

How can we keep it...?

“My ancestor, no, this sword hilt is about to dissipate, and my lamp oil can't preserve the last trace of Master Nie.”

The brass oil lamp was making an extremely urgent sound!

It turned around and saw Chen Daoxing, who already knew what they were planning, turn around and attack, while the severed hand desperately blocked it.

They even brought out their Dao Fruits, pulling Chen Daoxing along to start a Dao battle!
"Want to go? Kill me, Xu Qingshan, first!"

"You are not Xu Qingshan, you are the Great Emperor Donghua!"

"Whether it's true or not is not up to you to decide!"

"If that's what I say, then it is!"

No one can say for sure why the severed hand, or rather, the Eastern Emperor, believed itself to be Xu Qingshan.

It's possible that it only truly thrives when it bears the name Xu Qingshan.

"Ah Gui! Chen Huangpi isn't thinking straight right now. We can't count on him except for fighting. You have to think of something!!!"

The brass oil lamp placed its hopes on the vengeful ghost.

Chen Huangpi's current condition is very strange.

His body was transformed into something evil, yet it seemed to be using the Nine Spirits Venerable, who had been corrupted into a deity of the Primordial Void, as nourishment, constantly absorbing its power.

Although he had regained consciousness.

Although it was as if he had possessed the Nine Spirits Venerable.

But they were constantly burned by that life-giving fire, enduring inhuman torment and pain.

"As long as we can keep this sword hilt, the old madman will come back to life sooner or later."

"Afterwards, we can either plant it in the Yellow Springs Yin Soil or turn it into an evil entity, once the upheaval in the world is over."

"But if the hilt breaks off completely, then there's really no chance."

The brass oil lamp practically roared, "Ah Gui! Ah Gui!!"

"Don't make a sound, I'm thinking of something!"

The vengeful ghost gritted its teeth and said, "Let me think about it, give me some time, give me some time!!!"

The old madman is close to the Tao.

Ordinary, almost Taoist, are no match for him.

Such a powerful being has now burned himself out completely; how easy is it to leave behind even the last trace of him?

"Could we transfer this sword hilt to something else?"

"For example, inside the body of the Nine Spirits Venerable."

"Nine Spirits Venerable is also close to the Dao, so perhaps he can maintain it."

"No, the Nine Spirits Venerable doesn't cultivate the sword path. It's a mutated Heavenly River Spirit, and its physical body can't bear the old madman's sword path."

"And what about the scabbard?"

A flash of inspiration struck the Soul Reaper: "Sword sheath! Yes, Yi Qingzhou's sword sheath. Yi Qingzhou's sword sheath is still in the Soul Reaper's Book. He ultimately followed the path of the sword."

The scabbard was transformed from the rudimentary form of Yi Qingzhou's Dao Fruit.

However, Yi Qingzhou was not actually close to the Dao at that time; he was just able to steadily reach that step, but he couldn't take that step because the changes in the world were about to end.

It's similar to Chen Daoxing's state when he first defected from Jingxian Temple.

And it just so happens to be a sword sheath, just so happens to be father and son, and just so happens to both cultivate the way of the sword.

Even if their swordsmanship is different.

But perhaps it can preserve the last trace of the old madman.

Thinking of this, the Soul-Reaping Ghost activated the Soul-Hooking Book and took out the sword sheath from it.

"Roar!!!"

Chen Huangpi, who was controlling the Nine Spirits Venerable, let out a ferocious growl and sheathed his sword.

In an instant, the sound of swords rang out again.

Strands of sword light flowed from the scabbard into the hilt, as if the scabbard itself contained the Dao foundation of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, forging the life sword technique, and instinctively nurtured it after sensing the sword Dao of the same origin.

The speed at which the sword hilt broke down slowed down, and soon it stopped.

Chen Huangpi's painful and insane consciousness did not subside as a result; on the contrary, his anger could no longer be suppressed.

Because Chen Daoxing has already come to kill us!
"Junior brother, hand over that sword hilt!!!" (End of this chapter)