The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

The leader of the Jurchens was taken aback when he heard Wang Zhenhuan's words. Although the Jurchens were mostly nomadic peoples, they were all large and burly, and most of them had beards.

However, despite his mature appearance, the Jurchen leader was actually only in his early forties, not quite forty. Wang Zhenhuan addressed him as "Old rascal," and the Jurchen man hadn't yet realized he was being addressed.

He didn't understand until he saw Wang Zhenhuan pointing in his direction. Although he didn't know what the old bastard meant, judging from Wang Zhenhuan's expression, it clearly wasn't something nice.

He instantly flew into a rage, his beard bristling and eyes bulging with anger. He snatched the bow from the man beside him, drew it, and fired. It must be said, this Jurchen man was quite capable of commanding a small squad.

The same bow and arrow, but he shot them much faster than ordinary soldiers. Before Wang Zhenhuan could react, they were already flying in front of him, startling him so much that his eyes widened.

However, like the previous barrage of arrows, this arrow struck an invisible barrier in the air and fell to the ground helplessly. Wang Zhenhuan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but his mouth continued to chatter.

"That old bastard, when he couldn't win an argument, resorted to sneak attacks. Don't you Jurchens have any martial ethics at all? We Han people know to give each other a heads-up before a duel; that's the rule of the martial world!"

As expected, they are a cowardly nation that only bullies the weak and fears the strong. They don't even understand basic morality and shame, and their actions are all contrary to the will of Heaven. They are destined for nothing!

Wang Huanzhen stood with his hands behind his back, looking like he was lecturing someone. Seeing that his arrows had been stopped, the Jurchen man simply stopped talking. He just stood in the forest, watching Wang Huanzhen's eloquent speech with a malevolent gaze.

Seeing that the golden man had nothing more to say, Wang Huanzhen turned to the old Taoist priest and asked in a low voice, "How was it, Master? Was what I said appropriate?"

The old Taoist priest nodded, his expression unchanged. But with his free left hand, he secretly gave him a thumbs-up from under his robe. Wang Zhenhuan saw all of this, and his smile widened even further.

Just as the two were talking quietly, the Jin soldier who had just come down the mountain returned. He whispered something to the leader, whose face lit up with joy, seemingly surprised.

Wang Zhenhuan frowned, looking at the golden figures, wondering what they were up to now. Suddenly, a sound rang out from the distant forest—the clear, ringing of bells.

jingle--

The sound seemed to possess a magical power; after hearing it, Wang Zhen felt his consciousness become somewhat hazy. He subconsciously lifted his foot, wanting to walk towards the direction from which the sound came.

"wake up--!!"

Suddenly, the deep voice of Daoist Luo Puzi resounded in his mind. The voice was as loud as thunder, deafening. It instantly roused him from his drowsy state.

When he came to his senses, he looked up. In the woods not far away, the Jurchen soldiers were divided in two, and an old woman with a cane was standing in the middle of the formation.

Beside her was a young girl, none other than the golden princess he had seen before. The bell that had just rang had come from the old woman's wrist.

After seeing the old woman, Daoist Luo Puzi finally got up from the ground. He handed Lin Qingyan to Wang Zhenhuan and whispered to him, "Keep an eye on her. I'll be right back."

Having said that, he used his footing to propel himself into the air, and a crane's cry rang out. The enormous white crane had somehow flown to the old Taoist's feet. The old Taoist landed smoothly.

The man and the crane hovered in mid-air, watching the old woman with a wrinkled face and various bottles and jars hanging from her body. The old woman didn't say anything, and after seeing Daoist Luo Puzi fly through the air, she narrowed her eyes.

He hurled the snake-headed staff into the air. The staff, once released, radiated golden light and transformed in the blink of an eye into a snake-like creature five or six zhang long.

It is described as a serpentine creature because it has wings on its back and emits a foul stench. As its wings flap, the stench quickly spreads.

Upon seeing such a gigantic snake, the white crane not only didn't back down, but instead cried out loudly, as if ready to fight. The Jin soldiers, seeing such a huge snake suddenly appear, were also taken aback.

They all knelt down with devout expressions, chanting incantations. The golden princess took the bell handed to her by the old woman, glanced at Wang Huanzhen with a smug look, but the smugness vanished the next second.

As soon as the giant snake took shape, Daoist Luo Puzi on the crane remained calm. He took out a talisman from his pocket, made hand gestures, and softly chanted incantations.

"Borrowing the fierce gold of the Nine Heavens, transforming the vast expanse into reality, issuing the decree of the Big Dipper, commanding the White Tiger to manifest, Supreme Dao Lord, hasten as the law commands!"

As soon as the incantation was finished, in the blink of an eye, Daoist Luo Puzi threw out the yellow talisman in his hand. The talisman rose into the wind, turned into golden light, split in two in mid-air, then into four, and finally turned into four wisps of green smoke.

A gust of wind swept through the forest, and after the smoke dissipated, a gigantic tiger, eight feet tall and nearly three or four zhang long, appeared before them amidst the swirling wind.

As the saying goes, clouds follow dragons and winds follow tigers. This giant tiger, with its snow-white fur and sharp claws, stood upright, roaring angrily at the flying serpent in mid-air, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness. The surrounding gale also gusted with the appearance of the white tiger.

All of them transformed into vortexes of energy, swirling around him. As the saying goes, humans have masters and servants, and beasts have ranks and distinctions. The White Tiger is the lord of the western constellations, the master of slaughter. After a beastly roar...

The giant serpent immediately looked somewhat listless and fell from mid-air. But this white tiger was not its true form, but merely a manifestation of a talisman. The giant serpent had only been summoned by the talisman.

So, although its momentum was slightly inferior, it still stood up straight and hissed a warning. But to its surprise, the white tiger didn't care at all and simply took a step in place.

It leaped towards the giant serpent. Although the white tiger was enormous, its ability to move with the wind made it incredibly agile. Before the giant serpent could react...

It bit down on the giant snake and, after several struggles, tore off one of its wings. The old woman's expression changed upon seeing this. She pulled a palm-sized porcelain bottle from her bosom.

She opened the porcelain bottle, took out a golden pill, and tossed it into the giant snake's mouth. After taking the pill, the snake's eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

The situation, which was initially at a disadvantage, was instantly reversed, and a stalemate was formed with the huge white tiger. As time went on, they even gradually gained the upper hand.

Seeing this, Wang Huanzhen was extremely anxious and kept looking at the old Taoist priest in mid-air. When Daoist Luo Puzi saw the giant snake suddenly exert its power, he frowned but did not make any move.

Soon, the giant snake, having gained the upper hand, seized an opening and bit down on the white tiger's neck. The white tiger's eyes widened in fury, and its angry roar echoed through the sky!