Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 348 Ding Shian Comes to Seek Advice

Cheng Mo turned around, went to tell Dean Yang, and left the orphanage.

He hailed a taxi and headed towards the train station.

As soon as he got off the bus, he saw someone who, just by standing there, caught his eye.

The man was in his early thirties, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a dark gray tracksuit and black sneakers. He had white hair, a small round head, a red mole between his eyebrows, and regular features, but he wasn't particularly handsome.

His eyes held a restrained brilliance, yet exuded an imposing aura. As he stood there, the surrounding crowd automatically parted to avoid him.

Upon seeing Cheng Mo, the man smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Master Cheng, greetings."

Xin Chengmo was somewhat surprised, but not entirely unexpected.

Ding An was also a martial arts fanatic. Knowing that he had sparred with Ru Hu, it wasn't surprising that he came looking for him.

He returned the greeting: "Brother Ding, you're too kind. You've come all this way to see me, surely not just to say hello?"

Ding Shian smiled and said, "Actually, I had wanted to befriend Master Cheng since I heard about his deeds. A few days ago, I heard some things about Master Cheng from Lao Ru Hu, and I became even more eager to meet him, but I didn't have the opportunity. Now that I heard that Master Cheng is here looking for people from Quanxing, I would like to come and learn from him."

Cheng Mo chuckled: "Then why didn't you come last night?"

Ding An answered truthfully: "Last night, other members of Quanxing must have disturbed Master Cheng, so I didn't want to go and invite trouble."

Cheng Mo gave a half-smile: "What, you're not saying this isn't bad luck?"

Ding An laughed twice: "Master Cheng is about to leave, and he probably won't want to see me again if we meet again, so I had no choice but to intercept him first."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Shall we find a place?"

Ding Shian gestured, "Master Cheng, please make the arrangements."

Cheng Mo hailed a taxi and gave them an address.

After driving for more than twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of the hotel where we had stayed before.

If it weren't for Ding An, Cheng Mo would have completely forgotten that there was someone sealed up underground.

Patterns appeared on the soles of his feet and spread outwards.

At the same time, Zhang Kun suddenly felt the surrounding soil begin to loosen, and all the hard barriers disappeared. Without thinking too much, he quickly urged the Earth Immortal to float upwards.

A slight tremor came from beneath the hotel, and a crack appeared in the ground somewhere in the front yard. A figure emerged from the crack.

Zhang Kun lay on the ground, panting heavily, covered in mud, looking like a radish just dug out of the ground.

He looked around and realized he was finally free; he almost burst into tears.

Cheng Mo didn't even glance at him, and told the taxi to keep going. After driving for another twenty minutes, it stopped outside a park.

The driver pointed out the window: "There's hardly anyone around here, it's practically deserted. Are you planning to climb a mountain or something?"

Cheng Mo turned to Ding An and said, "Old Ding, could you pay for this?"

Ding An's lips twitched slightly, and he took out his wallet from his pocket to pay the fare.

The two got out of the car and walked into the park.

The park was indeed abandoned; the stone paths were covered with moss, and the bushes on both sides grew wildly, their branches reaching into the middle of the path, forcing one to walk sideways. Occasionally, a few birds would fly out from the bushes, flapping their wings.

The two continued walking, passing through a thicket of bushes, and came to a clearing.

Ding An assumed a fighting stance, feet apart, body slightly lowered, hands hanging naturally at his sides, his whole being resembling a drawn sword—sharp, steady, and poised to strike.

"Master Cheng, please."

Cheng Mo also assumed a starting stance, palms facing upwards, fingertips slightly curved.

"please."

Ding An pushed off with his feet, charging forward like a cannonball, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. His right hand, fingers pointed like a sword, aimed straight for Cheng Mo's chest—the Spirit Official Finger.

Cheng Mo dodged to the side, and the palm wind flew past his clothes, splitting a trench in the ground, sending dirt flying.

Cheng Mo raised his hand, and a fireball appeared in his palm. He threw it at Ding Shian.

Ding Shian tilted his head, and the fireball flew over his head, landing in the grass behind him and exploding into a ball of flames. He flipped his left hand and struck out with a palm strike, a visible wave of energy surging from his palm and pressing down on Cheng Mo like a tidal wave.

The array patterns beneath Cheng Mo's feet spread out, the five elements interacting and generating each other, and the power of the water element condensed into a water wall in front of him. The shockwave crashed into the water wall, creating a splash more than a meter high, and the water wall shattered into countless water droplets that scattered in the air.

Ding Shian pierced through the mist, his right fist sweeping upwards towards Cheng Mo's chin.

Cheng Mo leaned back, his fist grazing Ding An's chin. He braced himself on the ground with both hands, performing a backflip to create distance. As he landed, the array patterns spread out again, and earth elemental power rose from the ground, condensing into several stone spikes beneath Ding An's feet.

Ding An moved swiftly, leaving deep footprints in the ground as he easily dodged the stone spikes. He formed hand seals, and a faint halo appeared on his body—a wisp of light.

This is one of Ding Shian's signature skills: transforming light into energy at a speed so fast that it is difficult for the naked eye to detect.

His figure vanished from the spot and reappeared behind Cheng Mo the next second, striking Cheng Mo in the back with a palm.

Cheng Mo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, leaning forward to barely dodge the palm strike. He flicked his right hand, and a line of fire flew out from his palm, drawing an arc in the air, heading straight for Ding An.

Ding Shian vanished from his spot with a flash of light, the fire line missing its mark and hitting the ground, creating a crater the size of a washbasin.

The two exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds.

Cheng Mo felt more confident.

Ding Shian was indeed worthy of his reputation, with a variety of methods. His Spirit Official Finger was sharp, his Sky-Splitting Palm was fierce, his Earth-Walking Immortal was unpredictable, his Escape Light was swift, and his Ghost Gate Needle was impossible to defend against, but—that was all.

"Old Ding, you've warmed up enough, haven't you?" Cheng Mo floated back seven or eight meters. "Go all out."

Ding Shian stopped his attack: "Master Cheng certainly has a good eye."

He took a deep breath, his inner energy surged, the surrounding air became viscous, and the pebbles on the ground were swirled in the air by his energy. His pupils shone with light, as if they could see through everything.

View.

Ding An's internal cultivation method elevates his own state to the extreme, doubling his perception, reaction speed, and breath circulation speed.

"Master Cheng, be careful."

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The energy of the splitting palm was three times thicker than before, like a transparent giant sword, slashing towards Cheng Mo.

As Cheng Mo's feet spread out array patterns, an earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking his way.

The powerful energy struck the earthen wall, causing it to explode and dust to fly everywhere.

Ding Shian's figure emerged from the dust and appeared in front of Cheng Mo, striking Cheng Mo's chest with a palm strike that was more than twice as fast as before.

Cheng Mo stomped his foot, and the array patterns spread wildly, mobilizing all the power of the five elements within a radius of fifty meters.

The five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwine around him, forming a large net.

Ding Shian rushed into the net, his escape light suppressed by the power of the Five Elements, slowing him down. But he remained calm, swinging his hands repeatedly, unleashing one palm strike after another, waves of energy tearing a hole in the Five Elements net.

He emerged from the opening, flipped his right hand, and a dozen silver needles flew out from between his fingers—the Ghost Needle.

The silver needles, as fine as cow hair, scattered in the air and shot towards Cheng Mo from different angles.

Cheng Mo clasped his hands together, and the power of fire condensed into a wall of flames in front of him. The silver needles shot into the wall of fire and were instantly burned to ashes.

But Ding An's goal wasn't the silver needles, but Cheng Mo's gaze.

The moment the wall of fire rose, Ding An's body was already moving close to the ground, his escape light concealed to the extreme, silently gliding to Cheng Mo's side like a snake.

Earthly Immortal.

Cheng Mo's foot patterns spread out, his perception covering a range of ten meters underground.

Ding Shian moved quickly underground, from left to right, from front to back, searching for Cheng Mo's weakness.

Suddenly, he burst out from the ground directly below Cheng Mo and slapped Cheng Mo's foot with his palm.

Cheng Mo leaped up, dodging the palm strike. While still in mid-air, more than a dozen fireballs rained down from the sky, crashing to the ground.

Ding Shian burrowed underground again, and the fireball crashed to the ground, exploding into flames.

Ding Shian burst out from another part of the ground, waving his hands repeatedly, and more than a dozen bolts of lightning shot out from his palms, heading straight for Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo landed, and the array patterns beneath his feet spread out, forming a wall of water in front of him. Lightning struck the water wall and was channeled into the ground.

The two engaged in combat once more.

Ding An's methods were endless. He used the Splitting Palm, Earth-Walking Immortal, Escape Light, and Spirit Official Finger with consummate skill.

Cheng Mo also used magic to fight his enemies, readily employing various techniques to adapt to any situation.

After more than a hundred rounds, Ding An suddenly withdrew and retreated, making a hand seal with both hands. His speed suddenly increased, leaving a golden afterimage in his place.

Escape the light.

Ding Shian transformed into a streak of light, moving at high speed around Cheng Mo, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to detect it.

Suddenly, a beam of light rushed over from directly in front and struck Cheng Mo in the chest with a palm.

"It's my turn."

Cheng Mo smiled, and Samadhi True Fire rose from his palm.

The escape light on Ding Shian's body was like paper in front of the white flames, and was instantly burned through.

Ding Shian's expression changed drastically. He frantically urged his breath to try to reassemble the escape light, but the Samadhi True Fire followed him like a shadow, burning away his breath bit by bit.

In less than three seconds, all the light emanating from Ding An's body disappeared, and he stood on the open ground, his forehead covered in sweat.