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"What should we do? My current internal energy isn't enough to deal with these monsters."

Yue Zijin, panting heavily, repelled the medicine puppet that pounced on him. He had been exhausted all afternoon, and now sweat mixed with his hair stuck to his face, and his clothes were tattered.

Pei Yunlian moved closer to him and asked, "Do you still have any strength left? Even if you can't wipe out these monsters, can you break through the encirclement?"

These medicine puppets were probably quite skilled in martial arts before they died, so their internal strength was profound. With Yue Zijin's current half-baked skills, he certainly couldn't take them down with one palm like he did on Xiaguang Mountain.

Tangxi wielded her whip fiercely, having just repelled a group of medicine puppets, but these monsters seemed oblivious, falling one wave after another.

The three of them are now only fighting like cornered beasts.

Yue Zijin sensed the internal energy within his body, shook his head, and said with a solemn expression, "No, these people were all experts before they died. I wasted too much internal energy earlier, and even if I gather all my internal energy together now, I still can't take you away."

Just as Yue Zijin looked dejected, Tang Xi found a moment to say to the two of them, "Why are you both so downcast? If we don't return soon, my father will definitely send someone down to look for us."

"Does he really think he can die on his own mountain? Wouldn't people laugh at him if word got out?"

Hearing her words, the two continued what they were doing, but calmed down a bit. Yue Zijin was the first to notice, "Hey? That man in black robes is gone!"

Pei Yunlian raised her sword and slew the monster before her. Looking in the direction Yue Zijin was pointing, she realized, "That person's goal is to trap us here."

Just as the group was about to exhaust themselves, dozens of figures came riding the wind, each holding a long sword in their left hand and a talisman to ward off evil in their right.

The sword formation was executed with fluid grace, and before long, the faces of the herbalists were covered with talismans to suppress evil, making them as if they were frozen in place, completely still.

Xuan Yang Daoist appeared last, unhurriedly. His white hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he lightly waved his whisk. He addressed the three people trapped by the medicine puppets, saying, "I am Xuan Yang Daoist of Taihang Temple. May I ask who you three are?"

Yue Zijin was amazed as he looked at the medicine puppet that had been subdued by a single talisman. Just as he was about to ask the young Taoist priest next to him how he had done it, Pei Yunlian pulled him by the back of his collar and thanked Xuan Yang Taoist.

Tangxi was the first to bow and express his gratitude: "So you are a senior from Taihang Temple. I am Tangxi from Zhujian Villa. I am very grateful for your help tonight."

Pei Yunlian and Yue Zijin both bowed and thanked them.

After the three of them recounted the events that had occurred on the mountain to Daoist Xuanyang, they hurriedly headed towards the mountain villa.

Xuan Yang Daoist then instructed his disciples to deal with the troublesome medicine puppets.

One of them, also dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, was exceptionally young. He stepped forward and asked Xuan Yang Taoist, "Master, is Junior Uncle alright...?"

Although Lin Ci was the same age as them, he was exceptionally gifted from a young age, especially since he had followed the old abbot for a period of time when he was young.

Therefore, even though he is a disciple of the current abbot, everyone in Taihang Temple still calls him Junior Uncle as a sign of respect.

Before, everyone in the temple thought that Junior Uncle was an aloof and untouched by worldly affairs, but after coming down the mountain, everything changed.

It seems the other person has fallen for a woman.

Taihang Temple does not require its disciples to be unable to marry. When they reach a certain age, they should go down the mountain, get married, and have children. They will still be disciples of Taihang Temple.

But who is Junior Uncle Lin? Can immortals have feelings?

These days, everyone in the temple is filled with fear, especially since the abbot is in seclusion, leaving only the master and the second senior master in the temple.

His master, Daoist Xuanyang, was extremely strict and rigid. Because of the incident involving Junior Uncle Lin, even his disciples dared not speak recklessly. They cultivated diligently every day without slacking off, for fear of incurring his wrath.

It was said that Master Lin intended not to leave the martial arts tournament, and many disciples saw him kneeling outside the main hall that day.

In the end, it was Second Martial Uncle who spoke up and invited Junior Martial Uncle Lin to this martial arts conference.

Many disciples speculated that perhaps the woman that Junior Uncle Lin liked was in the Sword Forging Manor.

They went up the mountain under the cover of night, just in time for the martial arts tournament the next day. But unexpectedly, the Demonic Sect appeared on the mountain. Junior Uncle Lin went up the mountain villa alone under the moonlight without reporting it. He secretly looked and his master's eyes were really scary.

Xuan Yang Daoist glanced at his worthless disciple. His gaze, which had been calm just moments before, was now more scorching than flames. He flicked his sleeve and rebuked, "Huai Zhen, your junior uncle is ignorant, but are you ignorant too?"

"With so many medicine puppets here, why don't you and your junior brothers tie them up? Or do you expect me to teach you how to do it?"

Xuan Yang Daoist's brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Shen Huaizhen, carrying an undeniable air of authority. "As for your junior uncle, he's very capable. What's wrong with letting him run wild for a few days? Can you compare to him?"

His gaze swept over the group of disciples.

The Taihang Temple disciples, who had just been full of pride, were now too afraid to look up under the other party's gaze.

Shen Huaizhen quickly lowered his head, "Master, please calm down. I will take my junior brothers to deal with the situation here immediately."

He felt bitter inside, but he knew that Xuan Yang Daoist was just that kind of rigid and stubborn person. He just thought that after his junior uncle left, his days back at the temple would probably be difficult again after the martial arts tournament ended.

Meanwhile, at the Sword Forging Manor on the other side...

After reporting back to Tang Jingshan, Lin Ci resumed his search for the thieves in the surrounding area.

Meanwhile, Cheng Yefu returned from Juxianlou to report: "Everything is normal inside Juxianlou; it seems the Demonic Sect thieves haven't extended their reach there."

"Many sect leaders and elders who came to participate in the martial arts tournament asked us if we needed any help, but I told them there was nothing wrong."

"Then he led his disciples to explore the surrounding Qimen formations and indeed discovered many medicine puppets."

Tang Jingshan nodded. "Very good. It seems our efforts these past few days haven't been in vain. Those people want to use the same tricks they used decades ago again. Aren't they afraid of being outdated?"

The younger generation today may not have seen the Medicine Puppet, but the elders from various factions who followed the Alliance to conquer the Northern Foothills decades ago all knew about it.

The group had already moved to the front hall. Su Ning was sitting down on a chair to the side. Tang Jingshan wanted to ask someone to take her back, but she refused, saying that she had to wait for Tang Xi and the others to return.

As for the person sitting opposite her, it was Lou Xianyue, who had no expression on his face.

"Why doesn't Young Master Lou go back to rest? The Sword Forging Manor is now completely surrounded, inside and out. Even if the thieves wanted to cause trouble, they probably wouldn't be able to."

Seeing the young woman speak to him, Lou Xianyue's expression relaxed slightly. He glanced at Su Ning and said, "No need for Miss Su to trouble herself. I've always been a light sleeper, so it's no problem."

"Moreover, with the Demonic Sect rebels causing trouble, how could a junior like me possibly go back to rest?"

Given Su Ning's usual temperament, she would probably try to comfort him again, so Lou Xianyue casually leaned back in his chair, waiting for her next words.

After a long while, he still hadn't heard a word from the other party. Lou Xianyue finally lost his temper and looked up at the other party, only to find that the other party was playing with the peach wood sword in his hand, completely unaware of his mood.

He was furious, his eyes fixed on the peach wood sword, wishing he could tear it to pieces right then and there.

It turned out that the peach wood sword was the very one that Lin Ci had just given her.