Fairy, help me cultivate.

"What did you say?"

The young Taoist boy's snake-like eyes widened in surprise, only then realizing that his strength had long since fallen to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Seeing that he understood, Chen Yao shrugged: "Bai Lin and I were poisoned, so... we don't even have the combat power of the Foundation Establishment stage."

"You're going to die!"

The young Taoist boy twisted the enormous snake's body in a fit of rage.

However, no matter how angry he became, it was all in vain.

In a short while, Chaoqing Peak was shrouded in dark clouds.

Dark clouds surged like waves, dark and gloomy, piling up as if to crush the solitary peak.

The people who came this time haven't even shown their faces yet, but their presence is already so overwhelming, so their strength is self-evident.

The young Taoist priest was already heartbroken.

"The reason he doesn't show himself is to observe our strength and make sure we don't give ourselves away. We need to stand firm and hold on until Jiang's reinforcements return, then we'll be fine."

The young Taoist priest glared at Chen Yao with his snake-like eyes: "I hate you!"

As he spoke, he shook his trembling, leaf-like tail, raised his head to the sky, hissed, and spat his tongue, making a show of force.

The three purple fire-swallowing pythons under Chen Yao's seat also spewed out poisonous flames, scorching the black clouds.

"You beasts, what kind of place is Chaoqing Peak? How dare you run wild here!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the clouds, its sound capable of shattering metal and stone. Chen Yao felt a metallic taste in his throat and forced himself to swallow the surging blood and qi.

The strength of the newcomer is such that even in his prime, he would likely be difficult to deal with.

The young Taoist was terrified, but when the moment came, there was no way to back down, so he could only open the snake's mouth and shout.

A cloud suddenly separated from the clouds and pressed down. The little Taoist boy had no time to dodge and was completely wrapped in it, getting tighter and tighter until he shrank to the size of a palm.

The cloud net flew into the clouds, and an old man with a gray cannon appeared. He reached out and took the cloud net, then couldn't help but sneer.

"A bluff, but the method is clever."

His eyes shone with golden light as he stared directly at Chen Yao.

Chen Yao knew that his plan had been exposed, but he did not back down: "Your methods are quite sophisticated, you must be a famous figure. This is Qingniu Zhenren's territory, are you not afraid of incurring Qingniu Zhenren's wrath?"

The man laughed loudly: "The thief cries 'Stop thief!' You little beast, you trespassed into the mountain and bullied Qingniu Zhenren's disciple's grand-disciple. I'm here to clean up Qingniu Daoist's mess!"

As he finished speaking, his voice and expression shifted, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky, forming a mesmerizing cloud arrow that shot straight toward Chen Yao.

The Three Purple Fire-Swallowing Python twisted its body, using its tail to block the cloud arrow, but the cloud arrow was extremely powerful, instantly blasting half of its body into a bloody mess.

It whimpered, but refused to let go, desperately trying to defend its master from the attack.

Chen Yao was furious. Knowing that the little snake would surely die if the stalemate continued, he simply waved his hand and put it back into his spirit beast pouch.

The little snake struggled and refused, but eventually shrank back into the bag.

Chen Yao glared at the person in the sky: "State your name, so I can die knowing why!"

As he spoke, he secretly pulled off the storage talisman at his waist. Inside was the Nascent Soul Immortal's cave dwelling that he had acquired in the Sea Ruins. It should be able to withstand this person's attack for a while if necessary.

The man sneered, "How dare a junior like you know my name!"

He pointed to the dark clouds overhead, which swirled and formed a thick, peak-like cloud arrow at their center, aimed at Chen Yao.

Before the cloud arrow was even launched, Chen Yao felt short of breath, and his bones were being crushed by the pressure emanating from it.

The man in the clouds said no more, and with a flick of his sword, pointed directly at Chen Yao.

Amidst wind, thunder, and lightning, the towering cloud arrow hurtled towards him with the force of a collapsing sky and shattering earth, hurtling straight towards him.

Chen Yao tore open the talisman, and a rocky cave enveloped him.

Even so, he didn't feel safe at all; the feeling of being targeted was even more pronounced.

The sharp wind from the arrow pierced through the cave, tearing at his scalp.

With a deafening roar, the top of the cave was torn open.

Chen Yao looked up, only to find that the cloud arrow, as sharp as a mountain peak, had vanished.

The clouds in the sky were torn into pieces, and countless arrows of light rained down on the earth, warming his shoulders.

"You old thief, you come here to bully my disciples and their followers while I'm not home? Wasn't it painful enough when I broke your arm last time?"

In the dim light, a Taoist priest with a yin-yang face, dressed in green and riding a green ox, appeared in mid-air.

The man in the clouds changed his expression and sneered, "You're quick."

The man with the yin-yang face stroked the blue ox's neck: "I have a blue ox!"

The man in the clouds snorted and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

"You think I'm afraid of you!" The man in the clouds glared angrily at the Green Ox Taoist.

The Green Ox Taoist didn't even raise his head: "Leave my grand-disciple here."

The man in the clouds pursed his lips, but still obediently threw out the little Taoist boy who had reverted to his original form.

He was very interested in the young Taoist boy's method of transforming into the Fire Brocade Serpent and wanted to interrogate him thoroughly.

"Get out of here! Don't let me see you or your descendants within three hundred miles of Chaoqing Peak for the next hundred years!"

The Green Ox Taoist lifted the young Taoist boy by the back of his collar without even raising his head.

The man in the cloud snorted coldly and disappeared into the clouds.

"Ancestor..."

The young Taoist priest grinned and smiled sheepishly.

The Green Ox Taoist gently tapped him on the forehead, and he laughed even more heartily.

Bathed in the sunlight, the grandfather and grandson looked especially warm and loving.

Chapter 167 The Deviant Dual Cultivation Method

The Green Ox Taoist flew down from the clouds, carrying the little Taoist boy, and looked Chen Yao up and down.

Chen Yao bowed and said, "Greetings, sir."

The Green Ox Taoist stroked his beard: "I've never seen you before."

Chen Yao was taken aback.

"But you have a lot of courage, not bad, not bad."

As he spoke, he sighed, glanced at the young Taoist boy, and frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his disciples and their followers.

"How come all the talented people have been poached by other companies?"

He muttered to himself.

"Ancestor, don't forget, I fought alongside him too! I'm a capable person!"

The young Taoist priest protested.

"Snapped!"

Master Qingniu slapped him on the butt: "Talent? What talent? You're a fool! Knowing you're just asking for death, you still blindly run into someone's arms?"

The young Taoist priest lowered his head with a bitter face. It wasn't because he was unhappy about the old ancestor's scolding, but because he was embarrassed to be spanked in front of Chen Yao.

"No matter what, we must thank the ancestor for arriving in time to save us from this predicament."

Chen Yao thanked him again.

The Green Ox Taoist rode his ox up the mountain, waved his hand and said, "There's no need to say that. If your family hadn't arrived in time and told me about the situation here, I wouldn't have come back."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao couldn't help but feel relieved, realizing that Jiang Bailin had lived up to his mission.

"By the way, what kind of pills did you feed my grand-disciple? Why did his cultivation level drop?"

The Green Ox Taoist glared, and his green ox stared back at the same time, their expressions remarkably similar.

Chen Yao struggled to suppress his laughter: "This is a kind of pill that my wife accidentally refined. It is of no benefit to cultivation, but it can have some miraculous effects at critical moments."

As he spoke, he handed out a Transformation Pill.

The Green Ox Daoist was very satisfied with Chen Yao's progress. As he accepted the Transformation Pill, he flicked his sleeve, and Chen Yao immediately felt refreshed. The spiritual energy in his meridians thawed like a river, flowing mightily and gently.

"Thank you for detoxifying me, Master."

The Green Ox Taoist nodded, focusing intently on the Transformation Pill, seemingly studying its pharmacology.

Before long, Jiang Bailin also ran down from the mountaintop. Seeing that Chen Yao was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She bowed to the Green Ox Taoist, who returned the bow perfunctorily, turned his ox head, and headed towards a thatched hut halfway up the mountain.

The young Taoist boy had been released. After sharing hardships with Chen Yao, his opinion of Chen Yao had improved considerably. He ran to Chen Yao's side and said, "The Ancestor is extremely interested in your elixirs. You're going to be lucky!"

Chen Yao had no interest in discussing whether it was good or bad luck; he simply asked, "Your ancestor won't leave again, will he?"

The young Taoist priest looked back at the thatched hut and said, "Perhaps, we'll see when he deciphers the pharmacology of your elixir!"

"Little monkey! What are you muttering about? All you do is slack off. Get your ass in here and start the fire!"

The Green Ox Taoist roared in the thatched hut, and even the ox roared angrily.

The young Taoist priest quickly agreed and ran off in a flash.

Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin exchanged a glance, expressing their helplessness.

"Let's go to the foot of the mountain and keep the ancestor company! The family should be here soon."

Jiang Bailin took Chen Yao's arm and they slowly walked down the mountain path in the twilight mist.

As she walked, she started to cry.

Chen Yao found it strange and reached out to wipe away her tears; her soft face felt wonderful to the touch.

"Why are you crying? I've never seen you shed a tear in so many life-or-death situations!"

Jiang Bailin, his eyes red, glared at him and said, "It's all your fault!"