Junior sister, I really need to control you

To presumptuously criticize a true master for not being on the right path is tantamount to courting death.

If the person above them even slightly harbors any ill intentions, they will all die without a burial place.

"Is this what a real person should look like?" Wu Mingke had heard of real people, but her understanding of them was limited to that title.

“Shut up…” the young man from Huangzhu Temple scolded.

"Although it's a real person, it looks like a demon or heretic..." Mu Xiaoyu was the best performer. Although she was also flustered, at least her hands didn't shake.

"Shut up, all of you..." the young man from Huangzhu Temple said in despair.

"Captain, don't be afraid," Mu Xiaoyu comforted her, "My martial uncle is also a real person."

“I don’t doubt that your martial uncle is a real person, but is your martial uncle here?” the young man from Huangzhu Temple asked.

Mu Xiaoyu shook her head: "My martial uncle is still at home."

"Then tell me about bamboo..."

“But my senior brother is here, and he’s very powerful!” Mu Xiaoyu puffed out her chest.

“What’s the use? Our deputy abbot is still here,” the young man from Huangzhu Temple said, on the verge of tears. “It’s no use if no one comes unless it’s a true master.”

“Then… my senior brother is so powerful, what if he is also a real person?” Mu Xiaoyu suggested another possibility.

"Heh, heh heh..." The young man from Huangzhu Temple let out a bitter laugh.

In the sky, Master Chongyun's thunderous voice rang out again, echoing throughout Bamboo Forest Peak.

“Fellow Daoist, I am Yan Du, the True Man of Insect Cloud. You should have heard of my name, right? I have already taken the initiative to back down three points in this matter. Are you unwilling to give me even the slightest bit of face?”

A sound, equally resounding across Bamboo Forest Peak but completely different from the one from Insect Cloud, rose from all directions.

If the sound of the insect cloud is like muffled thunder, then this sound is like the howling of the mountains and forests.

"I have never heard of the name Chongyun before."

The giant face swelled and contracted, and the buzzing sound suddenly amplified tenfold, making everyone on Bamboo Forest Peak feel agitated and dizzy.

"But now that you have appeared, fellow Daoist, these insects under the Suyun Bamboo must be your doing, right?"

"There's actually a real person on the mountain!" The young man from Huangzhu Temple was overjoyed.

Wu Mingke and Lu Kuan also showed joy on their faces.

That voice sounds clear and upright; it must be a true master of the righteous path!

We're saved!

Hearing the second voice, Mu Xiaoyu raised her hand and said seriously, "Does anyone else think that voice sounds a lot like my senior brother?"

The three of them froze simultaneously.

It wasn't because they didn't think it looked like it; it was only after Mu Xiaoyu said that the three of them suddenly realized...

They do look somewhat alike!

(PS: Chapter 4 is almost finished too)

Chapter 74 Defeated Master (4/5)

It wasn't just Mu Xiaoyu who could recognize Li Yinsheng's voice.

Liang Qiwu, who was at the summit, also recognized it.

Isn't the voice of this second real person... Fellow Daoist Li?

Not far away, a figure in a black robe with silver threads took off on a talismanic crane, heading straight for the colossal face that blotted out the sky.

Liang Qiwu rubbed his eyes.

Isn't that Senior Li's figure?

Li Yinsheng rode on a talismanic crane with a wingspan of only a few feet, which was far smaller than the giant face, not even the size of one of its eyes.

“Fellow Daoist,” Li Yinsheng looked up at the giant face and pointed, “you are blocking the sunlight.”

Dozens of pale blue sword lights appeared, each twenty or thirty feet long. They rushed upwards with a whoosh, tearing dozens of huge wounds in the giant face in the blink of an eye, turning it into a sieve.

Sunlight shone through the dozens of wounds, instantly brightening the entire Bamboo Forest Peak.

From the wound on the giant face, countless black powder particles drifted down, most of which dissolved in the air, leaving only some insect corpses scattered on the ground.

The enormous face in the sky, resembling a dark cloud covering the sky, was formed by the magical power of the insect cloud combined with these insects.

A barely perceptible hint of fear appeared on the tattered giant face, then the entire face contracted, rapidly shrinking and transforming into a cloud of mist that appeared before Li Yinsheng.

The figure of the insect cloud emerged from the clouds.

"Fellow Daoist, impressive skills indeed. You are actually a sword cultivator." A hint of apprehension flashed in Chong Yun's eyes.

Damn it!

These useless people at Shouyi Temple, how come they don't even know such an important thing as that there is a sword cultivator on the mountain!

Or are these people completely unaware of this? If so, they're even more useless!

"Your methods are not bad either," Li Yinsheng said with a smile. "If I hadn't intervened, all the bamboo in Huangzhu Temple would probably be yours, wouldn't they?"

"What is your relationship with this Huangzhu Temple?" Chongyun asked tentatively.

"It's not a big deal. It's just that Huangzhu Temple has harvested some training materials and invited someone to oversee things. I'm just here to join in the fun," Li Yinsheng said honestly.

You've got nothing better to do, haven't you?

Chongyun cursed inwardly.

Although the idea of ​​"joining in the fun" is absurd, Chongyun still believed it.

Compared to something like "Huangzhu Temple spent a lot of money to hire a sword cultivator to oversee the event," "joining in the fun" actually sounds more plausible.

“I’m sorry I had bad luck to run into you today,” said Master Chongyun. “I would appreciate it if you would return the mother insect and the magic weapon to me. I will repay this kindness in the future. Or if you have any needs right now, we can discuss them.”

"Otherwise, although my Thousand Insect Valley is not as powerful as a behemoth like the Taihao Immortal Sect, it is not..."

Li Yinsheng shook his head.

Thousand Insect Valley? Yet another faction I've never heard of.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by shaking your head?" A cold glint flashed in Chongyun's eyes.

Although sword cultivators are strong, this kind of Gu cultivator is no less capable than others in terms of combat!

Moreover, although he lost the mother insect and the magical artifact, it did not significantly affect his ability to fight head-on.

His reputation as Master Chongyun was built on the fact that he had defeated seven fellow masters!

“I don’t intend to return the insect and the magic weapon,” Li Yinsheng said. “However, I would like to ask if you have any other treasures?”

“Yes, I have plenty of treasures for fighting and killing, for determining who is superior and who is dead,” Chongyun’s tone hardened. “Does Fellow Daoist want me to exchange other treasures for the Mother Insect and the magic weapon? That’s not something I can’t consider…”

“It’s not an exchange,” Li Yinsheng interrupted him, “I want them all.”

"Insanity!"

With a flick of his wrist, Chongyun conjured a ball of crimson smoke from a walnut-sized insect cage at his waist, which flew straight toward Li Yinsheng.

These poisonous insects were carefully crafted by him. They are infused with fire poison and contain real fire. The real fire of a single insect can melt a boulder weighing thousands of kilograms into magma.

Within this small cloud of crimson smoke are thousands upon thousands of poisonous insects.

But suddenly, countless black and white light spots appeared around him, and an array appeared without warning, enveloping him and the newly released poisonous insects.

Dongxuan Formation - Suppressing the God Head.

Chongyun felt his whole body stiffen, and his soul in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be bound by a thousand shackles, suppressed layer by layer, and he was immediately unable to move.

The poisonous insects he released fell to the ground, lifeless.

These insects have extremely poor spirituality, possessing only a tiny bit of soul. When the head of the Suppressing God presses down on them, they are not merely suppressed, but are directly killed!

"So you're a formation cultivator! You're despicable and shameless!"

Chongyun was furious and gritted his teeth as he cursed, "You went to such lengths to set up this trap, and even pretended to be a sword cultivator to lower my guard. Do you righteous people do such despicable things?"

He looked around anxiously.

Of all the traps, suppressing the soul and consciousness is the most troublesome.

After all, from supernatural powers and magical treasures to talismans and spells, none of them can exist without divine sense.

No matter how sophisticated the methods, if the soul is suppressed, they cannot be used.

But why is this array for suppressing souls so strange?

It doesn't look particularly sophisticated. When used in real combat, it's already at most capable of restricting the opponent's consciousness. How come its suppressive power is so terrifying that his soul can't move at all?

Seeing that the man was stunned, Li Yinsheng raised his hand and stacked several more trapping formations on top of him.

He then asked the question that had been bothering him: "Fellow Daoist, what is your relationship with Shouyi Temple?"

To his surprise, as soon as he asked the question, Chongyun immediately showed an extremely anxious expression.

Then, he mumbled a few incantations from his throat, and his entire body began to twist and change.

Its skin, which was originally human, quickly turned black and hard, its eyes turned blood red, a pair of transparent membranous wings grew from its back, and even four tentacles emerged from the top of its head.

In the blink of an eye, this Chongyun Zhenren looked more like an insect than a human, his body was nearly two zhang tall, and his aura also increased dramatically.

This seemed to be some kind of secret technique. As Chongyun's figure suddenly changed, a hazy stream of light rose from his black armor. The suppressing power of the God-Suppressing Head seemed to "slide" off his body, with only two or three tenths of it actually landing on him.

You shouldn't have asked!

Chongyun's voice was hoarse, and his body struggled and twisted within the Zhenshen Head and several other trapping formations, as if he were trying to force his way out.

What's going on? Why are you suddenly getting so agitated?

Li Yinsheng was slightly taken aback.

Unbeknownst to him, in order to reassure Shouyi Temple and secure their cooperation, Chongyun had signed a blood oath with a Grand Master of the Divine Travel Realm at Shouyi Temple.

This blood oath is not even magic, but an extremely ancient and insidious form of witchcraft. The consequences of breaking the blood oath can be described as worse than death.

This blood oath does not restrict the success or failure of either party or the amount of effort they contribute; it only restricts him from betraying Shouyi Temple.

Moreover, this kind of betrayal doesn't distinguish between voluntary and involuntary betrayal.