Am I the old man who's always by my apprentices' side?

Chapter 150 You Can't Leave

"Sword, go!"

Chang Ping'an shouted loudly, ignoring the other palm strike from the Mingjing National Preceptor, and stubbornly resisting that strange "qi", he slashed through the air with his Yu Ye Hua Sword.

The Night Talk Sword emitted a sharp whistling sound. This was Chang Ping'an's life-for-life fighting style. If the Mirror Master did not defend against this sword, he would either die or be crippled. However, if he did defend, the palm strike he had just delivered would be wasted.

Unexpectedly, the Grand Preceptor Mingjing did not change his moves; his expression remained unchanged, even somewhat stiff.

Then, Chang Ping'an groaned and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder—he had taken a palm strike from the Mingjing Grand Preceptor, but the Mingjing Grand Preceptor had also been cleaved in two by the Night Talk Sword!
Even so, the figure of the Mirror Master still stood before my eyes!

Chang Ping'an stared blankly at the Imperial Preceptor Mingjing, witnessing a scene he had never imagined—

A wound about four inches long appeared on the other person's chest, and black "blood" immediately soaked through the monk's robe.

What was chilling was that the blood seemed to be alive, wriggling upon contact with the air. Then, a gray "qi" burst out from the split body of the Mirror Master, forming a cloud of gray mist in the air. Chang Ping'an and Ye Shuyun then realized that the Mirror Master's body no longer had any internal organs or bones, and seemed to be nothing but piled-up chunks of flesh!
The Grand Preceptor Mingjing, who had just been "chatting and laughing" with the two, was actually just a pile of pieces of flesh wrapped in human skin!

"What it is!?"

Chang Ping'an was taken aback. Ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, he instinctively raised his sword and stabbed at the gray mist in the air again.

Night Talk Sword drew a beautiful black arc in the air, followed closely by White Egret Sword, which pierced the sun like a white rainbow, and the two swords, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind, rushed towards the gray mist one after the other.

The next second, Night Talk Sword and White Egret Sword missed their target.

The gray mist quickly enveloped the body of the Mirror-like Grand Preceptor, and in an instant, the human skin that had been split in two was "repaired" by the gray mist and merged back into one...

National Preceptor Mingjing...

They've come back to life!?

Having missed his target, Chang Ping'an staggered back two steps, staring intently at the Mirror Master.

He couldn't lift his left arm anymore. When he was hit, that strange force invaded his flesh and blood. If he hadn't used his spiritual power to block the force in time, his whole body would probably have been out of control!

Ye Shuyun, unaware that the cloud-like veil had been removed at some point, also witnessed this scene. Her expression changed drastically, and she murmured, "This is definitely not martial arts..."

The Mirror Master, now fully recovered, smiled. His voice was different from before, sounding even hoarser: "It's quite interesting. I thought it was the reward of hard work that brought me to this liberation, but after trying out the so-called immortal path of your White Stone Immortal Sect today, I realized that I should thank you."

He looked at Chang Ping'an and Ye Shuyun with satisfaction, then casually smoothed his tattered cassock. The torn cassock was instantly restored to its original state, with no trace of being ripped.

He continued, "If it weren't for the 'immortal energy' that your White Stone Immortal Sect brought, which greatly improved my cultivation, I wouldn't have been able to so easily seize the Zhou Kingdom... I really have to thank your White Stone Immortal Sect!"

Chang Pingan and Ye Shuyun exchanged a glance, their expressions both somewhat solemn.

"Senior Brother, since you can ride the wind, why don't you return to White Stone Mountain first and ask Master to come and save me? Although my cultivation is not as good as yours, I am confident that my lightness skill is unparalleled in the world, on par with my eighth brother, and I can hold out for a while longer..."

Before Ye Shuyun could finish speaking, Chang Ping'an blushed and shouted, "Shut up!"

He gripped the Night Talk Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes utterly calm: "The White Stone Immortal Sect... how could anyone flee without a fight!"

Ye Shuyun opened her mouth, wanting to persuade her again, but then heard Chang Ping'an add, "There is no coward who would abandon his fellow disciples!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuyun sighed softly and put the cloud-like curtain back on. Because he was born blind, he could only concentrate fully on using his various hidden weapon skills when he couldn't see.

Even the chess pieces he just struck at the palace maids and eunuchs around him, a move called "Rain of Flowers," was a unique technique he created based on the spiritual power of immortals and his previous expertise in hidden weapon techniques. Today was even the first time he used it in actual combat, and the effect was quite good, with considerable power.

After putting on the cloud-like veil, Ye Shuyun couldn't help but sigh again.

It's a pity. We should have recorded this set of moves first, so that the junior brothers and sisters in the sect could learn a thing or two.

The Night Talk Sword and the White Egret Sword trembled slightly behind Chang Ping'an, one black and one white, one wide and one narrow.

"it is good!"

Ye Shuyun's eyes were covered by a cloud-like veil, and the ribbons behind his head fluttered in the wind. He picked up a black chess piece with his fingertips and said loudly, "Since that's the case, then let this demonic monk see the true strength of the two of us!"

Upon seeing this, the Grand Preceptor Mingjing's lips curled into a stiff arc, his smile eerie: "Commendable courage, but unfortunately... it's nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree."

Before he finished speaking, the gray mist around him suddenly surged, and several gray blades emerged from it, attacking Chang Ping'an and Ye Shuyun.

The two quickly retreated, simultaneously channeling their spiritual energy to protect themselves.

Ye Shuyun, relying on her lightness skill and footwork, moved around the Mingjing National Preceptor. Her figure was so fast that it was impossible to catch up. All that could be seen were afterimages constantly sending out chess pieces, breaking through the gray blades one by one.

Chang Ping'an endured the excruciating pain in his left arm, first slashing at the Mingjing National Preceptor with his sword, then making a hand seal with his right hand, and several blue and white "ice swords" suddenly condensed behind him, which then struck the Mingjing National Preceptor first.

Immediately afterwards, those "ice swords" drew several more sword shadows in the air, their sword energy crisscrossing and colliding with the gray mist, actually turning into an ice wall.

Upon seeing this, Chang Ping'an's heart stirred, and he quickly conjured "ice swords" and thrust them in all directions around the Mingjing National Master. The moment all the "ice swords" touched the gray mist, they turned into ice walls, instantly trapping the Mingjing National Master firmly within them.

Chang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, even scratching his head, and said to Ye Shuyun, "I never imagined that the Frost Sword Intent could have such a wonderful use..."

Upon discovering that the Grand Preceptor Mingjing, who was trapped by the ice wall, seemed to have stopped moving, Ye Shuyun suppressed his unease and urged, "Senior Brother, this place is not safe to stay any longer. We should leave quickly!"

Chang Ping'an nodded, but before the two could leave, the ice walls that had trapped the Mingjing National Preceptor began to crack, and then all the ice walls shattered.

"You...can't leave..."

A hoarse whisper came from behind the gray mist floating with ice shards. Then the gray mist suddenly grew larger and began to spread throughout the courtyard, eventually enveloping the two of them.

"Get out of the way!"

Chang Pingan shouted, but it was too late to dodge.

At the critical moment, a golden light descended from the sky, and several familiar green fences appeared around the two, shutting out the gray mist.

A more familiar voice rang out from the sky:

"You evil beast, please stop being so arrogant!"

(End of this chapter)