From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

With a flick of his wrist, Dao Long unleashed his magic, using water and earth to create three to five thousand dark elves, similar in appearance to Christmas elves but clad in black armor and with ferocious faces. "Santa's Qi is really useful, haha!"

Afterwards, Daolong ordered the dark elves to keep an eye on Chen Long and his group, while he himself flew into the Songzanlin Temple in the sacred lake, presumably to prepare for the magical ritual of absorbing the "goddess" existing in Shangri-La.

"Chen Long, think of a way quickly! We absolutely cannot let Dao Long absorb the 'Goddess' of Shangri-La, otherwise he will definitely become a greater demon than the Holy Lord and the others!" Old Man's eyes trembled as he shouted to Chen Long.

"I want to too, Dad, but how are we going to deal with Daolong?" Chen Long struggled hard, forcibly circulating his Qi. Relying on his innate vitality, which was stronger than that of ordinary people, he actually managed to break free.

But this commotion also drew the attention of the dark elves.

Seeing this, Chen Long didn't dare to delay. He tore off the ropes binding the others and released them as well.

However, Chen Long and his group had not fully recovered their strength in the face of a group attack, so how could they possibly win?

Without the pufferfish and lizards at his disposal, even though he knew kung fu, he didn't cultivate his qi, and his body wasn't as energetic as it had been in his youth, making it impossible for him to fight these immortal dark elves for long.

"Chen Long! Get out of here! Go get help! Dao Long needs our lives, he won't hurt us for now!"

Helpless, the old man could only shout at Chen Long, who had sent three dark elves flying with a single punch.

"How do we leave?"

Chen Long understood that continuing the fight was not a long-term solution, but they were at the bottom of a thousand-foot cliff, surrounded by mountains on all sides and enemies on all sides. Where could they go?

He doesn't have the ability to fly or disappear into the ground!

"I can get you out of here!"

At this moment, the Christmas elf suddenly spoke, raised his arms high, and snowflake tornadoes emerged from his palms, enveloping Chen Long and himself.

With a whoosh of the wind and a flash of cold light, Chen Long and the Christmas elf vanished without a trace.

"Why don't you let the fairies send us out with them?"

With his massive body crushing the bodies of more than a dozen dark elves, Tru asked in bewilderment.

"Nonsense! Of course you're going to protect Dad!"

The old man said confidently, "There's one more thing. We need to figure out what kind of magic Daolong wants to use to devour the 'Goddess'."

The Qi that devours a person is not the same as the Qi that devours a small world.

If you don't understand—

It would probably take destroying the Himalayas to stop it... Dad doesn't want to become a sinner against the land of China!

The group remained silent, and could only protect their father from the dark elves. However, outnumbered, they were all eventually captured by the dark elves.

Dao Long was not worried when he learned that Chen Long had run away. He chuckled to the dark elves and said, "Now I have Santa Claus's Qi. No matter what kind of mage he invites, none of them will be a match for me!"

and--

I also need more righteous spirit to help me lure out the 'goddess'...

The cool moonlight cast a silvery glow, adorning the wind-blown snow and making the Himalayas resemble a snow maiden draped in silver, yet also enchanting and graceful.

Having just escaped from Shangri-La, Chen Long had no time to appreciate the scenery, instead pondering which helpers he should seek.

River flow?

Absolutely not!

Putting aside the fact that he's currently dressed as Santa Claus, delivering presents to children all over the world, and we can't disturb him, just telling him about it would surely lead to Xiaoyu secretly following us...

The future Xiaoyu is still manageable, but the current Xiaoyu is a real troublemaker!

"Then who should we look for?" The Christmas elf also thought that they shouldn't look for Jiang Liu—the most important thing is that the children receive gifts at Christmas.

Blade Dragon?

He was just an ambitious wizard.

"Go find a sage."

The so-called "saint" is a feng shui monk from the Qinghai-Tibet region who once visited Old Man's Antique Shop and predicted that Tru was the reincarnation of a Saint Seiya.

pity--

Tru is not the reincarnation of a Saint, and his enormous body is not inherited from the Saint's aura, but merely a family trait.

But since he is a feng shui monk, he must also possess magic.

So, the Christmas elf waved his hand, and snowflakes rose again, taking Chen Long to the Feng Shui Taoist's temple.

Although there was still some mishap in terms of distance, it was only two or three hundred meters. Chen Long grabbed the little elf, tucked it into his waistband, secretly circulated his Qi, and ran nimbly. In less than thirty seconds, he reached the temple gate.

The novice monk at the gate recognized Chen Long and asked with a smile, "Mr. Chen, what brings you here for a visit?"

Chen Long then explained the whole story.

Upon hearing this, the novice monk dared not be negligent and hurriedly invited Chen Long into the temple.

The three monks—one with a pointed head, one with a protruding chin, and one with a round face—all recognized Chen Long. Upon learning the reason, they dared not neglect him and ordered the eighteen bronze statues in the temple to go with them to help Chen Long.

"The Eighteen Bronze Men?"

Chen Long was surprised, not expecting that there would be a martial arts master in this temple.

“Don’t be surprised, Chen Long. Our temple doesn’t just focus on meditation and enlightenment. We also need to deal with evil people who want to cause us trouble. We can’t possibly go to San Francisco to seek help from righteous people like you every time we encounter difficulties, can we?” The round-faced monk said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hearing about the distinction between scholar monks and warrior monks, Chen Long learned something new, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply told the Christmas elf to quickly cast the spell.

The little elf dared not delay and quickly cast a spell. Snowflakes drifted down, the wind swirled the clouds, and in a moment they returned to the Himalayas.

This time, nothing went wrong, and we went straight back to Shangri-La!

But we see:

A gentle breeze blows, as if whispering an ancient legend;

Starlight spills down, as if sketching a dreamlike painting.

However, Chen Long, the little elf, the feng shui monk, and the eighteen bronze men had no interest in appreciating this enchanting sacred place. They rushed into the ancient city to rescue Old Man and his group. Old Man and his group didn't have time to catch up with Chen Long before they joined the eighteen bronze men in a fierce battle against the dark elves.

The eighteen bronze men, though not having mastered the Ren and Du meridians, still possessed a sense of Qi and wielded eighteen different weapons, each exceptionally brave and skilled.

The feng shui monk brought pufferfish, lizards, and many magical materials as gifts for the old man, and together they cast spells that routed the dark elves.

Just as victory seemed within reach, the black-robed swordsman flew out of Songzanlin Monastery, summoned back the dark elf, and questioned, "Even the feng shui monks are here to join the fun?"

# Chapter 917 How Easy is Reincarnation and Nirvana? (Part Two) The Wolf Fang Club: Both Hard and Soft

"Daolong, your end has come."

The round-faced monk was furious when he saw that Daolong had indeed regained his youth. "To steal Santa Claus's Qi and keep himself young forever is against the natural order!"

Surrender quickly and release Santa Claus, or you might save your life!

"A pedantic monk!"

Dao Long sneered as he landed from mid-air, carrying a bag.

"Watch out! That bag can suck people in!"

Upon seeing the bag, Chen Long immediately became alert and reminded the feng shui monk and the eighteen bronze men.

The Bull Warrior shouted, "Knife Dragon! If you've got the guts, fight us for real! A fair fight!"

"Fighting one more than the other, is that fair?"

Daolong sneered, but perhaps because he had regained his youth, his personality had become three times more arrogant. He actually tucked his bag behind his back, threw away his wand, and tore open his robes to reveal his burly chest, which was seven times more robust than the Bull Warrior.

Then, he pulled out a spiked club from his waist and chuckled, "Today I'll show you my kung fu!"

"You don't know kung fu at all!"

"Dad complained."

"Just you wait, you old man!"

Dao Long laughed loudly, brandishing his spiked club, and engaged the eighteen bronze men in battle.

What a great killing!

But we see:

The two sides wielded different weapons, each displaying its power to embolden its men. One side possessed a wide array of weaponry, while the other's Buddhist weapons were weak and ineffective. How could ordinary people withstand such a formidable opponent? Yet, they still strived to gain merit and favor.

Eighteen kinds of weapons, each with its own unique style, short and soft, piercing through with a single strike. Clang, clang, clang—they clashed and banged, long and short, thick and thin, at will. Monk and demon fought side by side, the chaotic battle creating a cloud of dust.

The bronze figure gritted its teeth and fought desperately, the sword dragon displaying its brute force and deceit. It hissed and panted, filled with resentment, yet laughed and joked with leisure. Those weapons shattered in horror, while this one wielded a short staff with overwhelming sharpness. With a swing of the staff, the monk fled; the Buddha was one foot taller than the demon. With only a short, soft weapon, he sought—

May your family be eternal and your life be long!

In just ten rounds, Daolong, with the brute strength he gained from absorbing Santa Claus's energy, surpassed the eighteen bronze men who had trained hard for many years.

The Dragon Team members couldn't stand it any longer. Chen Long, Tru, Little Snake, and Bull Warrior stepped forward side by side, but they were no match for him. Dao Long lightly swung his spiked club, creating a whirlwind that sent them flying backward. When they got up from the ground and came to their senses, they felt mentally exhausted, even though they hadn't used much physical strength. Their minds were blank, and they didn't want to think about anything.

As the dark elves surrounded them, the Christmas elf quickly turned his hand, unleashing a blizzard that swept Chen Long away, carrying him out of Shangri-La once again.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Chen Long, who had escaped with his life, smiled bitterly. Not only had he failed to rescue his father and the others, but he had also managed to capture the feng shui monk and the eighteen bronze men.

Just as I was feeling ashamed, the Christmas elf asked, "Can you think of any other reinforcements?"

"To District 13!"

After much deliberation, Chen Long concluded that he still shouldn't go looking for Jiang Liu and the others.

Firstly, Jiang Liu and the others wanted to give the children Christmas presents on this day.

Secondly, the Christmas elf's teleportation magic is not very reliable and can make mistakes. If Jiang Liu is flying in the sky on a sleigh, and they don't teleport accurately onto the moving sleigh, they'll be smashed to pieces.

Thirdly, as Xiaoyu's guardian, he didn't want her to take any risks, even if Xiaoyu was now one with Dayu and could become her [future self]...

Therefore, the only option is to ask Sheriff Black for help.

Back at Old Man's Antique Shop, Chen Long immediately pushed open the door and entered, where he met Sheriff Black and a plump old woman.

That was Tru's mother.

"Old Goat's nephew is back? Where's my son? He didn't even come to greet me, and instead had a stranger chat with me?"