Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

On the battlefield.

They have now split into several groups.

Lin Rufeng was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's.

He stood in the very center, the knife still on his back, the sword in his hand dripping blood.

All three members of the Ishikawa family were also injured, with several tears in their clothes, and were panting heavily.

Except for Tang Miaoxing, everyone in the Tang Clan was injured.

But the one who suffered the most was Bihe Ren.

Of the dozens of people, only six or seven remained. They supported each other, gripped their knives tightly, stood back to back in a circle, and stared intently at the people around them.

It wasn't that they were particularly skilled fighters; it was that the others were playing cat and mouse with them and weren't in a hurry to kill them.

Anyone who wants to play or fight is welcome.

Anyway, these few can't escape.

buzzing-

The sound of motorcycles grew louder as they approached, and several people couldn't help but glance over.

Then I saw an old man straddle a motorcycle, leap onto it, and crash into the group of thugs.

Almost instantly, the remaining Higanbana ninjas all collapsed to the ground.

Someone from the Tang Clan clicked their tongue; they wanted to play around a bit more.

……

Outside the battlefield, on the hillside.

Lu Ci let out a sound of surprise.

Shin Ishikawa was also staring at the newly arrived old man.

Guan Shihua squinted for a few seconds and said, "Isn't that Xia Liuqing? What's he doing here?"

It's worth noting that before this battle for the sword began, there were quite a few people from other worlds who had come to join in the fun.

Some were motivated by profit—after all, the Demon Blade was an antique treasure, and it could fetch a good price if sold.

Some people wanted to give Japan face – Japan is currently strong, has a good economy, and has many orders, so they wanted to give Japan face and let them take the knife back so they could do business with Japan in the future.

However, most of these people were stopped by NaDuTong.

Those who witnessed the chaotic battle also stopped participating.

After all, no matter how much money you have, you need to be alive to spend it.

Why is Xia Liuqing forcing her way in now?

……

On the battlefield, Xia Liuqing waved to the others: "Don't misunderstand, I just want to take down a few Japanese devils."

After saying that, he patted the dust off his hands, looking completely innocent.

Tang Miaoxing looked at him, squinting: "The cunning Xia Liuqing."

Xia Liuqing cupped her hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Greetings, Sect Leader Tang."

Tang Miaoxing said calmly, "You shouldn't have come."

Xia Liuqing was taken aback: "Why shouldn't I have come? I didn't come to steal the knife, I just wanted to kill a few Japanese devils to vent my anger, is that not allowed?"

Tang Miaoxing was about to speak—

Sudden change in the field.

hum-

With Lin Rufeng as the center, a faint glow suddenly appeared on the ground within a 30-meter radius.

The light was not dazzling; it seemed to seep from underground, illuminating the entire area.

Inside the light screen, everyone froze.

The three members of the Ishikawa family remained in a sword-wielding stance, while the members of Nato-tsu remained on guard to the left and right.

Some of the Tang Clan disciples had their hands raised, some were half-squatting, and some had just taken a step but were all unable to move.

Tang Miaoxing had just raised her hand, her five fingers spread open, with several silver needles still between her fingertips, the needles hanging motionless between her fingers.

Outside the light screen, Cheng Mo and Xia He stopped in their tracks.

Cheng Mo raised his hand and stretched it forward.

My fingertip touched the fluorescent light and passed right through it.

Xia He was curious and reached out to touch it as well.

Snapped.

Her finger pressed on the fluorescent light, but it wouldn't budge, as if she were pressing on a piece of glass.

"Huh?" Xia He pressed it again, but it still wouldn't budge. "Why can't I do it, little Taoist priest?"

Cheng Mo pulled his hand out, then went back in; there was no resistance. No—

It's not completely unobstructed; it's a bit like putting your hand into water, but with less resistance.

He looked at his own hands, then at Xia He's hands: "It might be a matter of constitution."

Xia He was unconvinced. She pressed both hands down and lay her whole body on the fluorescent light, trying to squeeze in as hard as she could, her face contorted in the effort, but she still couldn't get in.

"What a piece of junk!" She slapped the fluorescent light twice, but her hand bounced back.

At that moment, another person's voice rang out from Lin Rufeng.

The voice was very soft and ethereal, as if it came from a very far place, or as if it were whispered in someone's ear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

No one responded to him.

The man chuckled, "It seems you're not really looking forward to it. I was just being presumptuous."

A semi-transparent figure emerged from Lin Rufeng's body, as if she had taken off an outer coat, floating lightly. The face was obscured, only the outline of a man could be discerned, wearing a long robe and with neatly combed hair.

He walked straight toward Tang Miaoxing, each step as if he were walking on water, leaving ripples in his wake.

The figure stopped in front of Tang Miaoxing, tilted its head and looked at him for a few seconds.

"I remember you, Tang Miaoxing."

Tang Miaoxing stared straight at the figure in front of her.

The man sighed, sounding quite regretful: "What a pity, Yang Lie was killed by Zhang Huaiyi. If he hadn't died, it would have been so good to have him here."

Tang Miaoxing's eye twitched, and she finally couldn't hold back: "Who exactly are you?"

The man paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

First, he laughed softly, then it grew louder and louder, more and more unrestrained, until his whole body was shaking and the fluorescent lights were flickering.

"Hahahaha! As the leader of the Tang Clan, you don't even know who I am? Hahahaha..."

He was there laughing wildly, his laughter echoing across the empty wasteland and carrying far.

Fluorescent edges.

Cheng Mo withdrew his hand and looked inside.

He noticed that Xia Liuqing was scratching her back there.

Fluorescent edges.

Cheng Mo withdrew his hand and looked inside.

He noticed that Xia Liuqing was scratching her back there.

He could still move even when everyone else was immobilized.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: It seems I wasn't wrong, this old guy does have a problem.

Actually, he had sensed something was off about Xia Liuqing a long time ago.

Why would a mere entertainer like him insist on siding with the Demon Blade Sect? Don't bring up the fact that his fellow disciples died at the hands of the Japanese—given Xia Laotou's personality, if he really wanted revenge, he would have fought the Japanese back then and killed them long ago. There's no need to wait until now.

Besides, he ran to Ice City early in the morning. He's not a sorcerer, so where did he get the information from?

Of course, Xia Liuqing could also try to find someone through the Quanxing sect, but why would the Quanxing sect get involved in such a thing? There's no benefit to it.

Xia Liuqing would have to use her connections to find someone from Quanxing, which would be quite a hassle.

However, Cheng Mo did not expect that the person Xia Liuqing wanted to help was actually the sorcerer who orchestrated the whole thing.

Wow, they really know how to hide!

Xia He didn't notice any of this; she was busy competing with the fireflies.

She pressed both hands on it and pushed hard, but it wouldn't budge. So she switched to punching it, making loud thuds, but the fluorescent light didn't budge. Then she tried kicking it, and when she kicked it, she was bounced back two steps.

"Little Taoist priest!" Xia He pulled Cheng Mo along.

Cheng Mo turned to look at her.

Xia He pointed at the fluorescent light: "How did you do that? This looks like a formation, how come you're not affected at all?"

Cheng Mo was about to speak—

Inside the light screen, the semi-transparent figure had finished laughing.

He straightened up and began to speak in a very calm tone, as if he were reading a newspaper.

"In 1940, Zhou Conghao assassinated a Japanese officer on stage and died on the spot."

"All eight members of the Zhou family opera troupe died at the hands of the Japanese devils."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further: "It's just a pity that I rebelled and left home in my youth, unable to die with my family."

Outside the light screen, Cheng Mo still couldn't understand what was happening.

This guy paid such a high price—tampering with the inner world, shortening his lifespan, and sacrificing his spiritual energy—just to force Higanbana out and kill him?

If you really had that much determination, you would have blown up the Japanese back then. Why are you doing this now?

Back then, I was too timid to go for it. After years of repentance, I finally couldn't hold back anymore?

Inside the light screen, the Tang Clan members were also puzzled.

A young disciple couldn't help but speak up: "Many of our predecessors died in the War of Resistance against Japan. What do you mean by locking us up here?"

The man turned around, floated in front of the disciple, and tilted his head to look at him.

The semi-transparent figure floated over, landed in front of the disciple, and looked down at him.

"In 1937, Zhou Weiren died in an assassination attempt by the Tang Clan."

He looked into the disciple's eyes and smiled with exceptional gentleness: "He is my father."

The disciple was stunned.

Outside the light screen, Cheng Mo suddenly realized.

That makes sense.

My father died at the hands of the Tang Clan, but back then, due to national and personal grievances, everyone was fighting the War of Resistance against Japan, so it wasn't convenient for me to take action. Now that I have the opportunity, I'll take down both the Japanese and the Tang Clan.

That's right, all that accumulated hatred over the years, it's a bit much to unleash it all at once...