Junior sister, I really need to control you.

Chapter 74 The Power of a True Person (3/5)

Bamboo Forest Peak, summit, the central point of the formation.

Meng Yu finished maintaining the formation for the day and was resting with her eyes closed.

Four disciples dressed in the robes of the Jade Altar Temple stood in front of a crystal pillar as tall as a person.

Each of these crystal pillars is crystal clear and square, with a reflection inside that is exactly the same as the Bamboo Forest Peak.

Runes occasionally appeared on the projection of Bamboo Forest Peak.

"Senior Sister Meng, a demon with over forty years of cultivation has invaded the southeast corner. Should we notify the demon-slaying team?"

A monk standing in front of the crystal pillar asked.

"Notify them," Meng Yu said, "and also have the nearby patrol teams keep their distance."

"Yes!" the monk replied.

This is the great formation used by Bamboo Forest Peak to defend against demons.

It can drive away those demons that are too weak, and it can also sense demons with a cultivation level of more than forty years and promptly notify the demon-slaying disciples to eliminate them.

Even the intrusion of extremely powerful demons can serve as a warning, reminding the experts stationed there to prepare in advance.

However, those monsters that are neither too strong nor too weak can resist the expulsion of the formation without being strong enough to be detected, so patrolling disciples need to use compasses to investigate them.

These crystal pillars are one of the keys to monitoring the entire mountain through the array. Only disciples of the Jade Altar Temple know how to discern information by sensing the array patterns and fluctuations within them.

"Senior sister! Senior sister! North—northwest—there—there—"

A female cultivator from the Jade Altar Temple stammered.

"A powerful demon is approaching?" Meng Yu remained with his eyes closed, resting. "Don't panic. Check how many years of cultivation it has, then notify Vice Abbot Liang and the experts in charge."

"No, Senior Sister, it doesn't seem to be a demon, but it's not from the righteous path either, and its cultivation level is extremely high—"

The female cultivator trembled all over and stammered, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

"Whatever it is, determine their cultivation level first, then notify Vice Abbot Liang. Do I have to teach you that?" Meng Yu said impatiently. "What cultivation level exactly?"

"A hundred, a hundred—more than a hundred years, right?!" the female cultivator said, her voice trembling with tears.

The entire area around the central hub immediately fell silent.

Meng Yu suddenly opened her eyes, her figure flashed, she bumped past the female cultivator next to the crystal pillar, raised her hand and pressed it on the crystal pillar, carefully sensing it.

Three breaths later, Meng Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and all the color drained from her face.

"Quickly! Activate all the defensive spells of the formation, regardless of the cost!"

The cultivators were stunned for a moment, then quickly began to form hand seals, each of them looking as if they wished they had an extra pair of hands.

After giving the order, she immediately took out a communication talisman and shouted, "Vice Abbot Liang, a cultivator of unorthodox methods is heading straight for Bamboo Forest Peak from the north! And he's making no attempt to conceal his aura! His intentions are unclear, but he's very likely hostile!"

In the council hall atop the mountain, Meng Yu's voice echoed endlessly from the communication talisman.

Liang Qiwu, who was having tea with Qi Jiushan, suddenly stood up, holding a communication talisman: "Young friend Meng, this is no laughing matter!"

"This is no joke!"

Liang Qiwu's expression changed several times in a flash, then he looked at Qi Jiushan and shouted almost like a roar, "Junior brother! Quickly get everyone to the summit for refuge! Hurry!"

Qi Jiushan, his face pale, came to his senses, took out his magical artifact, and began to give instructions one by one.

Liang Qiwu hurriedly walked out of the council hall, took out a green talisman from his Qiankun bag, and instead of performing hand seals or chanting incantations, he bit his fingertip and dabbed blood on it.

The emerald green talisman instantly transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the southern horizon in the blink of an eye.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the northern sky.

At this moment, he could not see anything, but the young friend Meng said that a Taoist master from the left was coming from there.

"Perhaps they were just passing by—damn it, who am I trying to fool? They've already entered the territory of the Dharma lineage. These heretical sorcerers have entered the Zhengyang Dharma lineage and are heading straight for us. How could they possibly be just passing by—"

Liang Qiwu muttered to himself, "Ancestor, oh Ancestor, you must come quickly—"

"Even if he comes, I'm not afraid! Hehehe—"

A sinister laugh rang out from above Liang Qiwu's head.

His face was pale, and he suddenly looked up.

A dark cloud, several meters in diameter, had appeared directly above the peak and was spreading out at a visible speed.

Along with the spreading dark clouds came countless piercing buzzing sounds.

The dark clouds spread out, covering an area of ​​two or three miles, vaguely transforming into a giant human face, overlooking the bamboo forest peaks below.

The once sunny Zhulin Peak suddenly turned gloomy, as if shrouded in rain clouds.

Looking down at him from that giant face, Liang Qiwu felt as if his whole body weighed ten thousand pounds, his magical power seemed to stagnate, and his feet sank into the mud up to his ankles.

"This junior, Huangzhu Guanliang Qiwu, pays his respects to the senior. May I ask what guidance you have for me during your visit?" he began with difficulty.

"Hmph, Huangzhu Temple, this time I've really lost."

A piercing sound descended from the sky, like rolling thunder.

"Fellow Daoist who intervened, return my mother insect and magical treasure, and I will depart immediately, promising never to set foot within the boundaries of Huangzhu Temple again. What do you say?"

"Furthermore, if you desire any compensation, we can discuss it. Our cultivation is arduous; if we can avoid armed conflict, wouldn't that be best?"

Master Chongyun's voice echoed throughout the entire Bamboo Forest Peak. The great formation on the mountain began to tremble from the moment he spoke, and by the time he finished his last sentence, the great formation had been completely destroyed.

Liang Qiwu, who was on the ground, was stunned.

He couldn't understand the words of this unorthodox master at all.

What do you mean by "he's really done for this time"? What did our Huangzhu Temple do that caused him to fail?

Are there any other fellow cultivators who would like to take action?

To be called a fellow Daoist by a Daoist master of unorthodox ways, one must also be a master, right?

But he had just sent a plea for help to the ancestor. Even if the ancestor came with the treasure of the temple, it wouldn't be this fast, would it?

And even if the ancestor really did arrive, why would this Left Path Master say that he had been defeated?

Where exactly did he go wrong?

Is it really true that real people speak in such a mysterious and unfathomable way?

Liang Qiwu's head was about to explode; he didn't know how to answer these questions.

Unlike him, at the Shouyi Temple's residence, Vice Abbot Zhao and two deacons looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is not what they expected.

Different kinds of bewilderment arose in the minds of everyone on Bamboo Forest Peak.

Meng Yu, who was at the center of the formation, turned pale.

She had been using the formation to probe the movements of the approaching True Person and had already had the defensive techniques of the formation activated.

But as it turns out, in front of a true master, the detection is inaccurate, and the defensive techniques are useless. The great formation itself is nothing but paper in front of a true master.

She couldn't even understand what the real person was saying.

The demon-slaying disciples, who had just received orders to eliminate the intruding monster, dared not move out.

Fortunately, the monsters that were originally supposed to be eliminated by them trembled and lay prostrate on the ground after the giant face appeared.

Halfway up the mountain, Mu Xiaoyu's four-person patrol team also stared at the giant face in the sky, their faces ashen.

"What is that? What is that?!" Wu Mingke's fingertips trembled.

She was a cultivator, possessing spells that seemed inconceivable to mortals, but looking at the giant face in the sky, she felt no different from a mortal.

"A powerful monster, perhaps?" Lu Kuan guessed.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" the young man from Huangzhu Temple hurriedly scolded, his face ashen. "That is probably—a legendary ancestral master."

Although he thought the giant face didn't seem to belong to the righteous path, how could he dare to presume to guess about a being like a true human?

To presumptuously criticize a true master for not being on the right path is tantamount to courting death.

If the person above them even slightly harbors any ill intentions, they will all die without a burial place.

"Is this what a real person should look like?" Wu Mingke had heard of real people, but her understanding of them was limited to that title.

"Shut up!" the young man from Huangzhu Temple scolded.

"Although they are real people, they look like evil demons and heretics—" Mu Xiaoyu was the best performer. Although she was also flustered, at least her hands did not shake.

"Shut up, all of you!" the young man from Huangzhu Temple cried out in despair.

"Captain, don't be afraid," Mu Xiaoyu comforted her, "My martial uncle is also a real person."

"I don't doubt that your martial uncle is a real person, but is your martial uncle here?" the young man from Huangzhu Temple asked.

Mu Xiaoyu shook her head: "My martial uncle is still at home."

"Then tell me about bamboo—"

"But my senior brother is here, and he's very powerful!" Mu Xiaoyu puffed out her chest.

"What's the use? Our deputy abbot is still here," the young man from Huangzhu Temple said, on the verge of tears. "It's no use if no one comes unless it's a true master."

"Then—my senior brother is so powerful, what if he's also a real person?" Mu Xiaoyu suggested another possibility.

"Heh, heh heh—" The young man from Huangzhu Temple let out a bitter laugh.

In the sky, Master Chongyun's thunderous voice rang out again, echoing throughout Bamboo Forest Peak.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Yan Du, the True Man of Insect Cloud. You must have heard of me at least a little, right? I have already taken the initiative to back down three-tenths of the way. Are you unwilling to give me even the slightest bit of face?"

A sound, equally resounding across the bamboo forest peak but completely different from the insect cloud, rose from all directions.

If the sound of the insect cloud is like muffled thunder, then this sound is like the howling of the mountains and forests.

"I have never heard of the name 'Insect Cloud' before."

The giant face swelled and contracted, and the buzzing sound suddenly amplified a thousandfold, making everyone on Bamboo Forest Peak feel agitated and dizzy.

"But now that you've shown yourself, these insects under the Suyun Bamboo must be your doing, right?"

"There's actually a real person on the mountain!" The young man from Huangzhu Temple was overjoyed.

Wu Mingke and Lu Kuan also showed joy on their faces.

That voice sounds clear and upright; it must be a true master of the righteous path!

We're saved!

Hearing the second voice, Mu Xiaoyu raised her hand and said earnestly, "Does anyone else think that voice sounds a lot like my senior brother's?"

The three of them froze simultaneously.

It wasn't because they didn't think it looked like it; it was only after Mu Xiaoyu said that the three of them suddenly realized—

They do look somewhat alike!

(PS: Chapter 4 is almost finished too)

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