Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 364 I am no less than the Old Celestial Master

The array patterns on Cheng Mo's feet disappeared, and the Five Elements power flowing around him also dissipated, making him look like an ordinary young man.

The next instant, Qi surged from his body like a burst dam, instantly filling the entire courtyard. The air became viscous, and the pebbles on the ground were swirled up by the Qi, suspended in mid-air. The tiles on the courtyard wall began to tremble, and the wind chimes under the eaves jingled incessantly.

Cheng Shou's smile faded, and his eyes became serious.

Cheng Huihui's two ears stood up straight.

Cheng Mo's figure vanished from the spot, so fast that it was completely invisible to the naked eye.

The next second, his fist was already in front of Cheng Huihui.

Cheng Huihui's pupils contracted, his head tilted back, and his fist flew past Cheng Mo's beard. But Cheng Mo's strength was too great; the force of his punch exploded in the air like a cannonball, sending Cheng Huihui flying.

Cheng Huihui did three somersaults in the air, landed on all fours, leaving two long claw marks on the ground, and stopped three meters away.

He shook his front paws, which had gone numb from the shock, and bared his teeth: "You little brat, you've got some strength."

Cheng Mo stomped his foot, creating a crater in the ground, and his entire body shot towards Cheng Shou's Yang Shen like a cannonball.

Cheng Shouyang clasped his hands together, creating an invisible wall of energy in front of him. Cheng Mo punched the energy wall, which shattered like glass, dissipating into countless points of light. The Yangshen took two steps back, and Cheng Mo was also bounced back by the force of the impact.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cheng Huihui pounced from the side, using its two front paws to grab, pat, sweep, and flick, moving so fast that it was just a blur.

Cheng Mo responded purely with speed and power. His fists were faster than Cheng Huihui's claws, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound, the wind from his punches causing Cheng Huihui's beard to flutter wildly.

Cheng Huihui was finding it increasingly difficult. He could keep up with Cheng Mo's movements, but he had to block each punch with all his might. Cheng Mo's strength was too great, so great that every time he blocked, he was forced back, his front paws went numb, and his tiger's mouth trembled.

Cheng Huihui gritted her teeth and endured it, alternating between blocking with her two front paws, and retreating continuously, one step, two steps, three steps.

Cheng Shou's spirit flew in from the side and struck Cheng Mo with a palm.

Cheng Mo dodged Cheng Huihui's attack to the side and threw a punch at Yang Shen with his backhand.

The fists clashed, producing a dull thud, and the shockwave spread outwards, causing the tiles on the courtyard wall to fall down with a clatter.

The Yang God floated into the air, revealing a look of surprise.

Instead of retreating, Cheng Mo advanced, his internal energy surging once again at a speed that Cheng Huihui couldn't keep up with.

Cheng Huihui could only react instinctively, wildly waving its front paws to create a claw net in front of it. Cheng Mo's fist passed through the gaps in the claw net and slammed into Cheng Huihui's shoulder.

Cheng Huihui was sent flying backwards and crashed into the courtyard wall, breaking a large section of the wall bricks, and she became embedded in the wall.

Cheng Mo didn't stop. He turned around and rushed towards Cheng Shou's Yang Shen. The Yang Shen waved his hands repeatedly, his palm winds like knives, but Cheng Mo's speed was too fast, and all his palm winds missed.

Cheng Mo rushed towards Yang Shen and threw a punch, which slammed into Yang Shen's arm, producing a metallic clang. Yang Shen staggered back three steps, the light on his arm dimming slightly.

Cheng Huihui attacked from the side again, its front paws coordinating with Yang Shen's offensive, launching a fierce attack on the lower three routes.

The three were locked in combat, moving at a speed that was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow.

The little ones crouching in the distance didn't dare to speak, their mouths agape and their eyes wide as they stared at the blurry figure in the yard.

Cheng Mo's speed continued to increase, his punches became heavier and faster, each punch slamming into Cheng Huihui's claws like a pile driver, forcing Cheng Huihui to retreat repeatedly.

The Yang God's palm technique was forced to become increasingly difficult, and with each collision, the Yang God's light dimmed a little.

The three of them fought for another dozen or so rounds.

Cheng Huihui finally couldn't hold on any longer and was punched on the shoulder by Cheng Mo. The rat flew backward, rolled twice on the ground, and lay panting.

Cheng Mo turned around and unleashed a powerful punch, sending Yang Shen flying into the air.

The courtyard was quiet.

Cheng Mo was panting heavily, his forehead was covered in sweat, his clothes were torn in several places, his belt was loose, and his pants had slipped down.

Cheng Huihui scrambled to his feet, bared his teeth, and swished his tail loudly: "You brat! Come on!"

Cheng Mo pulled his pants up: "That's enough, I've lost all my clothes."

Cheng Huihui looked down at himself; he wasn't in much better shape. His clothes were almost completely burned off, leaving only his smooth fur. But since he was a large rat, no one thought it was strange that he was naked.

Cheng Mo was no match for him, and the little ones watching from afar all cried out in unison.

Guoguo covered her eyes, her fingers clenched wide: "Senior brother, this is so embarrassing!"

Yueyue perched on Duoduo's shoulder, clapping her hands with laughter: "Senior brother's naked!"

Duoduo covered her face, her ears were red, but she still couldn't help but peek through her fingers.

Xiao Guang, munching on a cucumber, commented expressionlessly, "My senior has a better physique than my dad."

Cheng Mo's face darkened, and he gripped his waistband with both hands.

Cheng Shou's spirit floated back into his body. The old Taoist opened his eyes, straightened his Taoist robe which had been wrinkled by the wind of the punch, patted the dust off his sleeves, and said with a sigh, "You brat, your strength has grown a bit too much."

Cheng Huihui pulled out a Taoist robe and put it on. He walked up to Cheng Mo, his rat-like face full of suspicion: "You brat, tell me honestly, how many of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques have you learned? Have you mastered the Dual-Hand Technique?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I only have the Divine Crafting Manual. It's useless to you two."

Cheng Huihui's mustache twitched: "Hey! You brat."

Cheng Shou looked at Cheng Mo with a smile: "What, you want to come again?"

Cheng Mo waved his hands repeatedly, grabbed his underwear, and ran into the house, saying, "No, I'd better go back and change."

He ran into the house, closed the door, rummaged through the wardrobe and pulled out a half-new indigo robe to put on, his mind still replaying the competition he had just witnessed.

Master and Uncle should have held back. The Yang God didn't even attack the soul, it was just a head-on fight. Uncle's claws weren't very sharp either, they looked like they had just been trimmed not long ago.

But it's okay, I only put in 80% of my effort.

He fastened his belt, then remembered something his master had once said: he and his uncle had fought the young Zhang Zhiwei to a draw. So many years had passed; his master and uncle had both improved, and the gap between them and the Old Celestial Master shouldn't have widened too much.

If that's the case, then I should be able to go toe-to-toe with the Old Master.

Cheng Mo smiled, turned around and pushed open the door, the sunlight shining warmly on his face.

Master wouldn't lie to me just to save face, would he? Actually, he lost badly to the Celestial Master back then, didn't he?

On second thought, it probably wouldn't happen. After all, I know quite a few embarrassing things about my master, so my master wouldn't be so concerned about saving face.

As soon as Cheng Mo stepped out of the courtyard gate, several little ones rushed up and surrounded him.

Guoguo grabbed Cheng Mo's leg and looked up at him, "Senior brother, let's go fishing!"

Yueyue chimed in, "Yes, yes, the fish in the pond are huge. Last time I saw a grass carp that was longer than Xiaoguang's arm."

Duoduo tugged at Cheng Mo's sleeve: "Whoever loses has to go to the county to buy ice cream."

Yueyue added in a very serious tone: "You are not allowed to use Qi."

Xiao Guang pulled out a few bamboo poles from somewhere and waved them in front of Cheng Mo: "We've prepared fishing rods."

Cheng Mo looked at the group of enthusiastic little ones and was about to agree.

Xia He smiled and raised her hand, her eyes curving into crescents, her tone innocent yet cautious: "Um, could we throw my senior brother in as bait?"

Cheng Mo turned and glared at her: "Why are you getting involved?!"

Xia He chuckled.

Cheng Mo slapped her on the butt: "Hehe my ass."

A crisp snap.

Xia He cried out in surprise, clutching her bottom, her face flushed red, staring wide-eyed at Cheng Mo, her eyes brimming with tears.

Upon seeing this, the little ones quickly ran away.

"Oh dear, my senior brother has gone mad!"

"My senior brother's going to beat someone up!"

"Senior brother even spanks older sister's bottom!"

"Run!"

The little ones ran off in a flash, not daring to look back.