Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 200: Quite a hassle
"Fellow Daoist Hei Lu, long time no see. The last time I saw you was when Fellow Daoist He and you came to my Grass Witch Cult for a banquet."

The clear sound of chanting in the room came to an abrupt end, and a sense of tranquility arose in the ancient and simple wild temple.

Chen Ye closed the Taoist book and his back slightly arched like a cooked shrimp.

He glanced at the flying sword in front of him and was slightly surprised to see that it was terrifyingly bright.

In order to hide his tracks, after Chen Ye successfully established his foundation, he has been living in seclusion in this small village, not caring about worldly affairs, and focusing on healing and cultivation. The disguise magic he obtained in his early years was of a high grade, called "Tian Qiao Yan", which was a high-grade magic of the Hong level.

Because he had been stuck in the hidden injuries caused by building his foundation for many years and had made little progress, he put a lot of energy into this spell and has already cultivated it to a state close to perfection.

Chen Ye originally thought that after changing his appearance, not only his close brothers and sisters, but even ordinary fake Dan would not be able to recognize his true face. In his opinion, this was an extremely cautious move.

But he had never expected that this Taoist in black shoes had such amazing eyesight that he could immediately identify the man with just one glance.

"If I had known this earlier, I would not have cared about the reputation of the Mingzong He family and would have killed this kid directly." Chen Ye recalled an old story and sighed.

Back then, when Taoist Heilu was still at a low level of cultivation, he killed an outer disciple of the Grass Witch Cult because of some trivial matters.

Before the Black Shoe Taoist grew up, what was Hemu Dao, who didn't even have a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, like in Pingrong County? The Grass Witch Cult was so powerful that the elders of the sect wanted Hemu Dao to pay with his life.

When the cowardly master of Taoist Heilu heard the news, he almost agreed directly, but it was a man named He from the Chongming Sect who came to plead for Chen Ye.

Chen Ye thought that the Chongming Sect had not yet been completely defeated at that time, and the He family had produced three generations of Chongming Sect leaders. The He family also paid a lot of spirit stones as compensation, so he agreed and allowed the Taoist Heilu to escape this disaster.

"Chen Ye, you are really old. The last time I saw you was when Brother He and I killed thirteen blood slaves under your command who collected the blood of young boys."

Taoist Heilu shook his head and ignored Chen Ye's words of trying to win over the relationship. At this moment, he looked at the latter with some emotion in his eyes.

That year, he killed an outer disciple of the Grass Witch Cult because he cut open the purple river placenta alive to refine the evil pill. At that time, he was still young and acted carelessly. When his fellow senior brother learned the news, he reported it to the Grass Witch Cult.

Although Chen Ye did not pursue the matter further afterwards, his life was saved only after his eldest brother paid a large sum of money as compensation and he swore a blood oath that he would not take revenge on his family in the future.

It’s not because Chen Ye is so kind-hearted.

On the other hand, even after establishing the foundation, I never violated the blood oath and never deliberately made things difficult for any of the Grass Witch Sect's disciples. This is what is called a kind-hearted person.

He, the Taoist priest Black Shoes, is determined to be a man who can stand tall and proud, and he does not owe the old cultivator in front of him a penny!
This Chen Ye became famous at a young age and was one of the most prominent figures of the previous generation in Pingrong County. He was once regarded by the Grass Witch Cult as the hope for the rise of the sect and the most popular candidate for foundation building in Pingrong County.

He had been very popular in Pingrong County in the past, and under his leadership, the Grass Witch Cult was determined to expand its territory. Even people like Master He and the Black Shoe Taoist were willing to consider themselves juniors.

Who would have thought that later on, Chen Ye failed in building his foundation and never recovered.

Later, Chen Ye spent his days in seclusion recovering from his injuries, looking for all kinds of unconventional methods to build his foundation, but they were all useless. In the end, he still had to use an unconventional method to build his foundation.

But Chen Ye was able to kill a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building with his Qi training body and then prove his Dao foundation. This kind of experience is quite rare even in the entire Shannan Dao.

But when Taoist Heilu looked at the old acquaintance in front of him, he suddenly felt murderous.

The man in front of him and his senior brother Shi Li are birds of a feather. For the sake of the Tao, all the people in the world, including their flesh and blood relatives, are just a source of nourishment in their eyes.

This is a genuine evil cultivator and a real thief. Even if we don't want the small reward offered by the state court, we can't let him go today.

"Really? Then fellow Taoist really has a better memory." Chen Ye sighed, knowing in his heart that this fight was inevitable.

The spiritual spell hidden in his hand changed, and the bone flag swelled in the wind. A bone demon god immediately appeared and shattered the wild temple that had been deserted for who knows how many years.

Rotten wood and broken tiles fell to the ground, and large amounts of dust rose up, as if covering the huge skeleton demon with a layer of gray halo, making it look more mysterious.

The Taoist in Black Shoes didn't care about all this. He shook his flying sword, and several sword lights gently blocked the White Bone Demon. The vajra in the latter's hand suddenly collided with the sword light with a loud roar.

The vajra turned into ashes, but the sword light continued to shine, leaving several deep marks on the dark yellow armor of the Bone Demon.

Chen Ye looked unhappy, secretly frightened: "This golden leaf foundation is really extraordinary, the flying sword of the Taoist Black Shoe is much more powerful than the one I faced before, Shen Ang.

This is because I have already reached the foundation building stage. If I were still stuck in the Qi training stage, I am afraid that I would not be able to withstand even a casual sword energy from him, and I would die on the spot. "

It was just a tentative move, and Chen Ye already felt like backing off.

He had just completed his foundation building, and had not yet completed the conversion of his spiritual energy. He had not yet had time to purchase spiritual materials for his most proud white bone banner and upgrade it to a true second-level spiritual weapon.

In fact, most of the foundation-building practitioners in Shannan Dao, if they do not have the support of their family, sect, or teachers, will not be able to save up a second-level spiritual weapon without years of accumulation.

Although Chen Ye had obtained Shen Ang's many years of accumulation, he had to conceal his whereabouts, for fear that if he took out some of his belongings, his identity would be exposed.

This meant that even if he had Shen Ang's savings, he had no spiritual weapon to use.

Over the years, Chen Ye has really just been guarding the wild temple, and has not even collected the blood and energy of mortal monks. He really doesn't dare to make any rash moves.

The old cultivator originally thought that as long as he could avoid the limelight for a few years and when Nan'an Earl's lackeys had almost forgotten about Shen Ang's death, he could leave Yunjiao Province and live a free and easy life.

I didn't expect that I would be found by these black shoes just because I was doing good deeds in my spare time, which is uncharacteristically bad luck.

If Chen Ye, whose injuries have not yet healed but whose strength has greatly improved, were to face a Qingye Foundation-building warrior like Shen Ang, he would have to use up his spiritual weapon and still be able to retreat unscathed or even win the battle.

But facing the Black-Shoe Taoist at this time, Chen Ye really did not have the slightest confidence that he could escape from him without paying any price.

Don’t think that the Taoist priest with black shoes just casually swung out a sword, the White Bone Demon God has not yet dispersed, and is still standing in the distance and roaring.

However, Chen Ye's right hand, which was holding the white bone banner, had begun to tremble slightly. Several meridians on his wrist had been attacked by the sword energy, and many tiny wounds appeared.

Chen Ye, a ruthless man, was not afraid of the pain of torn meridians, but the damage to his meridians caused the spiritual power in his body to not flow smoothly. This kind of injury would be fatal when fighting against an opponent like the Black-shoe Taoist.

Chen Ye's face was as gloomy as water, and he knew that this was not the time to show his weakness.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye shook the bone banner, which raised a large amount of cold wind. The bone demon instantly became energetic, and the two fireflies under his brow burned more and more vigorously, igniting all the rotten wood debris on the ground from a height of ten feet.

The Bone Demon stomped again heavily, and countless fireballs rose up, with sparks complementing each other. Then the Bone Demon rubbed his hands together, and a mysterious light flashed in his hands. A blood sword as wide as a person condensed in his hands, and he slashed at the black-shoe Taoist.

The blood sword flicked past, and a sharp sword light mixed with strong blood and resentment appeared in front of the black-shoe Taoist. The momentum was shocking, and the murderous aura filled the surroundings, making the originally bright sunlight seem much cooler. The battle-hardened black-shoe Taoist could see that Chen Ye was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He was not afraid of Fennan who attacked in anger at the wedding banquet of the head of Kangda, so why should he be afraid of Chen Ye, an outsider who was just in the early stage of foundation building.

Seeing that the flying sword in the Taoist's hand remained unchanged, several ordinary sword lights scattered countless sparks, and he slashed towards the blood sword without giving in.

"Bang!" The two sides collided, and the blood sword condensed by the Bone Demon was chopped into pieces by the sword light. The blood sword light with astonishing momentum did not last for even a breath under the sword energy of the Black-shoe Taoist, and was dispersed in this world.

After the Black-Shoe Taoist's several sword lights destroyed the Blood Sword, their power was not weakened at all, and they hit the several scars on the chest armor of the White Bone Demon God without any error.

The huge bone demon summoned by Chen Ye's bone banner finally couldn't hold on after enduring several sword energies. Starting from the wound on his chest, fine lines appeared on his bones all over his body, and finally he turned into a pool of broken bones and could no longer fight.

Chen Ye's face immediately became extremely ugly. The sword of the Taoist Heilu did not simply annihilate the white bone illusion summoned by the White Bone Banner.

After the Bone Demon fell down with a loud bang, the Bone Banner in Chen Ye's hand split into a foot-long crack with a "swish". Chen Ye's face turned pale as paper, and his throat surged for a while. He could no longer hold it back and spit out a mouthful of evil blood.

The secret technique of "Tian Qiao Yan" that had remained unchanged for many years could no longer be maintained, and his true appearance was revealed.

Chen Ye's once snow-white hair had turned as dark as ink, and the dying old cultivator he had looked like a few years ago had turned into an ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist priest.

Only from his cloudy eyes could one see his fatigue from having experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Taoist Heilu was of course aware that it was because he had damaged Chen Ye's natal magic weapon that he suffered the backlash, so he took advantage of the situation and attacked with another sword, intending to cut Chen Ye in half.

Chen Ye opened his mouth and spit out endless black and red talisman water from his stomach. The speed of the flying sword of the Taoist Heilu suddenly slowed down.

At this time, dozens of ugly creatures with green eyes and red teeth, leopard heads and bear paws, and black skin covered with poison sacs, emerged from the talisman water and rushed to meet the flying sword of the Taoist priest in black shoes.

The dirty black blood of the witch beast soon dyed the surface of the flying sword dull and lifeless, but the swordsmanship of the Taoist Heilu was far from comparable to that of Shen Ang, who was defeated by Chen Ye.

I saw the magic gesture in his hand change, and he spit out a dazzling white light, which cut through the talisman water and hit the flying sword. The flying sword immediately buzzed, and the dirt attached to it was immediately swept away.

Even though Chen Ye had ingeniously hidden a dozen fully-trained witch beasts in the water-swallowing technique, these stupid creatures were still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and were pierced through one by one by the flying sword of the Black-shoe Taoist like a string of candied haws.

The dense sword energy destroyed the witch beast's flesh, blood, and marrow and fell into the talisman water, and could no longer infect the flying sword at all.

Two more tricks were easily broken by the Taoist Black Shoes. Chen Ye Lao's eyes showed astonishment, but he made a quick decision and flicked his fingers backwards.

Two thin red lines were cross-marked on Chen Ye's back, and a large piece of flesh near his tailbone was suddenly turned over. Even a ruthless man like Chen Ye looked in pain.

An unpleasant friction sound was heard, and Chen Ye stretched his hand back, and a half-black, half-white flying sword was actually stuck to his spine and was pulled out by Chen Ye.

The Taoist Heilius's eyes narrowed. Although he had been practicing Taoism for a short time, only a few decades, he had also traveled outside the state for some time in the past few years and had a lot of experience. He claimed that he was not those ignorant and stupid practitioners who practiced Taoism behind closed doors.

But when he suddenly saw Chen Ye doing this, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Although he was surprised, the flying sword of the Taoist Heilu did not stop at all, and the tip of the sword pointed at Chen Ye's forehead.

The sword energy was terrifying. When Chen Ye was still several feet away, a small cut appeared between his eyebrows. The bright red blood could not be stopped at all and flowed down from his eyebrows, making Chen Ye's pale face look eerie and terrifying.

As the flying sword of the Taoist Black Shoes got closer and closer, the wound on Chen Ye's face became bigger and bigger. At first, it was only as thick as a cow's hair, but soon the skin and flesh on his entire forehead were turned over, revealing the white bones.

Chen Ye, however, did not care and let the large amount of blood flow out, blurring his vision. He looked like he had walked out of a pool of blood, and he ignored it.

The magic spells in his hand changed rapidly, and finally he formed a sword seal with his hands and stepped into Tai Chi. The white part of the flying sword in his hand suddenly disappeared and flew out from Chen Ye's hand.

"Clang clang clang clang", the two flying swords, one black and one white, collided several times in the air before returning to their respective owners' hands.

When the flying sword fell from his hand, the Taoist in black shoes was just surprised. He felt the sword tremble slightly and the handle was hot. He let out a light exclamation.
Chen Ye, however, was in a miserable state. The blood flowing from the two huge wounds on his face and back gradually decreased. It was unclear whether it had stopped or was about to dry up.

Chen Ye remained expressionless on the surface, but was extremely shocked in his heart. This Taoist in black shoes was really so difficult to deal with. He had used all his strength but could only block his sword.

You should know that he got this flying sword from Shen Ang, who has trained the sword into his own magic weapon.

Shen Ang has reached the middle stage of foundation building. He has a natal mark on him. If Chen Ye wants to polish it clean and nurture it with ordinary means, it will take at least ten years.

So Chen Ye dug out the secret technique of "Blood and Bone Immersing Vessel" from the pile of old papers in the sect's classics. Although it was extremely painful, he was able to control this second-level spirit sword slightly in such a short period of time, which was enough to show the magic of this secret technique.

But now Chen Ye knew clearly that even if he had put in so much effort, he was still no match for the Black-Shoe Taoist. Not to mention winning, he was seriously injured and all his cards were broken. Even escaping was almost impossible.

Little did he know that the Taoist in black shoes opposite Chen Ye was also secretly frightened. This Chen Ye was indeed not an easy person to deal with. It had only been a short time since he established his foundation. Such tactics were even more difficult to deal with than the few foundation-building warriors he had killed a few days ago.

If the Grass Witch Cult had accumulated more wealth back then, it could have bought Chen Ye a higher-level spiritual item for building the foundation, so that he wouldn't have to take the risk of breaking through the barriers and suffering irreparable injuries. It is possible that Chen Ye would have already built the foundation earlier.

Pingrong County would also have a powerful figure long before the Black-Shoe Taoist appeared out of nowhere.

However, the two sides now have old grudges and there is a bonus in the future. For both public and private reasons, the Taoist Black Shoes will not let go of the old cultivator in front of him.

The flying sword was summoned again, and Chen Ye's eyes showed despair. He once again held the sword horizontally. This time, the tip of the flying sword in his hand had turned white, and its power was not as strong as before. It was easily cut down by the Taoist in black shoes.

The flying sword aimed at Chen Ye's neck. At this time, he had no strength left to dodge and saw blood about to flow out.

At this moment, a dark big hand suddenly appeared in front of Chen Ye and grabbed the flying sword of the Taoist priest in black shoes.

"Kara", the big hand was completely shattered by the violent sword energy, but Chen Ye saved his life because he had been thrown far away by the big hand and was sitting on the ground.

The Taoist in black shoes put away his flying sword and looked at the person who came, his face as gloomy as water.

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