My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

Chapter 78 This kind of rigid adherence to rules and regulations is something I'm not used to for a while.

But after paying such a price, the two Xuanzi swords in his hands finally shattered with a "bang," turning into specks of light and dissipating.

"Bomb One"

At the same time, a hazy yellow mist rose up, and a towering, ethereal figure emerged behind him, its face blurred yet exuding unparalleled majesty.

Immediately, the yellow mist condensed rapidly, transforming into a magnificent yellow longsword, which was held in the giant's phantom hand.

"die--!"

With a thunderous roar, the giant gripped his sword and slashed down.

In an instant, the Xuanzi sword was completely swept away, and the overwhelming sword intent pressed down like a mountain collapsing.

Liu Zhiyuan's noodles trembled violently in the gale, his eyes devoid of composure, as he roared hoarsely, "In the name of Liu Zhiyuan, the magistrate of Yinhu County—I hereby order the defense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of sorrow flashed in Hong's eyes, who was standing behind him.

"Gap One"

With a mournful cry, the divine bird suddenly shrank, its wings folding together like two doors, instantly enveloping Liu Zhiyuan.

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the blue bricks in the courtyard shattered and spread like a spider web, and dust rose like yellow clouds into the sky.

"Cough cough cough—"

'

As the smoke cleared, Liu Zhiyuan, his official robe stained with blood, staggered back several steps, letting out a bitter laugh: "Yun Changfeng—heh heh, no wonder you're worthy of an audience with the Great Teacher of Sages! The Yellow Heaven Sword Qi—you've actually mastered it!"

He stumbled, barely managing to regain his balance, and shouted sharply, "Lu Ming—he's been your pawn from beginning to end!"

"You used him to destroy powerful clans, seize official positions, divide the people's faith, weaken my strength, and delay my cultivation progress—"

This is all for today!

Lu Ming remained expressionless, but at this moment his body suddenly appeared thinner.

His robes hung loosely on his body, and a strong wind howled past, as if it could blow him away at any moment.

His face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were as dim as a candle about to go out.

He ignored Liu Zhiyuan, simply raising his hands and staring blankly, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "Heh—I, Yun Changfeng, have dominated my entire life, yet today I'm being toyed with by a mere child!"

His plan, which was supposed to be foolproof, actually failed.

The body contains so little essence and blood that it is impossible to exert the power of the "Self-Sacrifice Technique".

The Great Teacher's "divine summoning talisman" was actually deciphered by a mere mortal.

He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Zhiyuan, whose eyes were practically spitting fire, and slowly said, "Things in this world are never entirely as one wishes—although I failed to kill you today, I broke your true Dharma form and extended your cultivation by several months, which can be considered a success."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhiyuan could no longer contain himself: "You heretic—die!"

He roared angrily and struck out with his palm.

A massive palm print roared and slammed "Lu Ming's" body firmly against the courtyard wall.

The bricks and stones were broken and sunken, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

"boom"

Lu Ming offered no resistance, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth, his head tilting to the side, the light in his eyes completely dimmed.

At this moment, Liu Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed sharply.

On the courtyard wall, a blue robe fell softly to the ground, leaving behind only a pool of dark red blood.

"Cough cough cough—Lu Ming—what secret are you hiding?"

Liu Zhiyuan coughed violently, his face turning ashen.

For the first time, he realized that Lu Ming, this kid who rose from humble beginnings, had completely exceeded his control.

Thousand-Eyed Mountain, the summit.

A nine-story tower rose up, its body made of gray-black boulders, gleaming with a cold, hard luster under the moonlight, and was nearing completion.

Above the sky, flying demons hurled down timber and stone, their enormous wings whipping up gusts of foul wind.

Several Taoist priests on the ground were directing the refugees to work, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

Before the tower, Yun Changfeng, with his white hair, held a bamboo cane and gazed solemnly at the top of the tower, murmuring softly, "It's almost there—almost there—"

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Suddenly, his body jolted, and he swallowed the blood that surged up his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"It actually failed!"

The Divine Summoning Talisman was drawn by the Great Virtuous Teacher with his profound and all-encompassing cultivation. It can split the caster's spirit in two, allowing it to descend upon the believer and protect their body.

He attempted to use the divine talisman for control, but unexpectedly failed.

But there was no sign of dejection on his face. His eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, like sparks flying: "So—the person I've been waiting for is you!"

His usual composure vanished completely, his face filled with excitement, and his hand holding the cane trembled slightly.

The words of his wise teacher still echoed in his ears, and now that the last piece of the puzzle was complete, he had no more worries.

Inside the bedroom of the Lu residence.

The other Lu Ming was sitting cross-legged on the bed, breathing long and shallow like a tortoise's breath.

Suddenly, a demonic shadow burst through the window and merged back into his body.

"vomit!"

He opened his eyes and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Liu Zhiyuan—Yun Changfeng—is this what they call the strength of a True Person?"

The metallic taste in his mouth made his face turn extremely pale.

The power of heaven and earth was clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The power of martial arts, which can mobilize the essence of heaven and earth, is like showing off one's axe before an expert or an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of such might.

"But we eventually got through this."

He slowly stood up, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Yun Changfeng's appearance was indeed beyond his expectations.

But since he already knew about the existence of the summoning talisman, how could he not make preparations?

While vying for control with Yun Changfeng, he seized the opportunity to create a blood-based body.

Wang Ziru once said that the only way to break the summoning talisman is to transfer the soul and change the blood.

He forced the blood from his chest, which was surrounded by black mist, to transform into a blood body, and then used a demonic shadow to replace his soul, causing the will of the summoning talisman to unknowingly change its target.

He then hid himself while the two consciousnesses within his blood body were vying for control.

As expected, Yun Changfeng, who was extremely confident in the summoning talisman, did not notice anything unusual and went straight to find Liu Zhiyuan.

Now that Liu Zhiyuan has been seriously injured, he has finally gained a chance to catch his breath again.

"Knock knock knock—"

'

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Lu Ming spoke in a deep voice.

"Big brother—we have a guest at home who wants to see you."

Xiao Wanjun's voice came from outside the door, her tone clearly unhappy, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a child whose candy had been taken away.

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow.

Where did these guests come from? They're quite polite, too.

He was used to uninvited guests coming and going, and was somewhat unaccustomed to such a well-behaved person.

Moreover, the timing of this discovery is somewhat subtle.

After tidying up briefly, he opened the door.

Xiao Wanjun wrinkled her nose, then looked up at him with some worry, her dark eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.

"It's alright—don't worry."

Lu Ming gently patted her head and walked straight outside.

Soon the two arrived in the courtyard.

Beside the stone table, Shen Ru was pouring tea for a woman in white with a smile on her face. Her eyes were full of satisfaction, and even her movements were lighter than usual.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around and saw Lu Ming. She immediately greeted him with a smile, "Ming'er, this young lady has been waiting for you for a long time. Come and treat her well, don't be impolite."

After saying that, she winked at Lu Ming, then pulled Xiao Wanjun, who was constantly tugging at her skirt, away.

As Xiao Wanjun was being dragged away, she turned back and glared fiercely at the woman in white, her little face puffed up like a steamed bun.

Lu Ming ignored Shen Ru's little scheme and looked at the uninvited guest.

Even a form-fitting white dress couldn't conceal her graceful figure;

Her long, jet-black hair was simply tied up and secured with a plain white jade hairpin, the tip of which gleamed warmly in the moonlight.

She has an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a slender and long neck, and skin as white as jade.

Without makeup, she appears even more beautiful and unparalleled, like a white lotus quietly blooming in the night.

"Is it pretty?"

Yun Shuying put down her teacup, looked up at Lu Ming, and spoke calmly.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, yet slightly indifferent.

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, not expecting the other party to ask so directly.

He nodded slowly and chuckled, "Miss Yun is naturally beautiful, of course she is."

He didn't dwell on the matter, but sat down beside her and got straight to the point: "I just don't know what brings Miss Yun here today?"