Chapter 449: Summoning the Wind and Auspicious Clouds to Arrive

The cold air spread, ice thorns grew in clusters, and they bore down straight upon Lu Ying.

Seeing no hope of escape, Lu Ying steeled his heart and shouted to Chiyanzi below: "Immortal Master! The Reverse Scale is here!"

Perhaps hearing the words "Reverse Scale," the monster's eyes split with rage, and the onslaught of cold air and ice thorns became even more ferocious, covering his entire body before long.

Amidst the cold air, all of Chiyanzi's vines were frozen through; the monster merely shifted his body slightly, and the obstacles on him all shattered into pieces.

Chiyanzi's Wood Formula had actually been broken by a Water Method! But how could he care about the backlash of his witchcraft now? Ignoring the dull pain in his chest, he hurriedly searched for traces of Lu Ying.

Yet, let alone a figure, there wasn't even a scrap left.

Such a fine young man, meeting an end where his body was smashed to pieces, not even leaving a whole corpse behind...

Just as Chiyanzi was beating his chest and wringing his hands, a voice rang out, interrupting his sorrowful mourning at the perfect moment.

"Fellow Daoist, it has been a long time. I trust you have been well?"

Following the sound, a figure gradually appeared within the mist.

The newcomer had white hair and a white beard, yet his posture was upright, his face was ruddy, his gaze was sharp, and his stride was steady and powerful.

It was actually Xunfeng Zhenren! And Lu Ying was being carried on his shoulder.

Lu Ying had originally thought he was surely going to die, and not wanting to make a decision, he had experienced a dizzying spin.

At first, he thought he had died, but the heavy sensation coming from his body brought him back to his senses.

This familiar aura, could it be...

"Brother Daoist Xunfeng!" Chiyanzi hurriedly went to meet him.

It really was!

Lu Ying struggled, wanting to get down, but was spanked by Xunfeng Zhenren.

"You brat! Three years without seeing you, how are you still so reckless!"

Lu Ying was overcome with shame and hurriedly begged for mercy; only then did Xunfeng Zhenren put him down.

"Uncle-Master, why have you come?" Lu Ying straightened his robes, covering the embarrassment on his face.

"The limelight can't all be taken by you bunch of greenhorns; we have to let these scourges of the Demon Race know that us old fogies can still fight," Xunfeng Zhenren said with a laugh, stroking his long beard.

A few? Had those Peak Masters from the sect come as well?

But before the three could exchange more pleasantries, a series of ice-cracking sounds came, followed by a burst of mist rising up, and massive chunks of ice fell from mid-air, thumping as they hit the ground.

With the trembling of the earth, the massive monster disappeared into the mist; as the mist dispersed, the Grand Marshal appeared before everyone once again.

Only now, the Grand Marshal was different from his previous relaxed and lazy state; the anger in his eyes looked as if it would burn the three people before him into ashes alive.

It must be said that after his weakness, the Reverse Scale, was discovered, maintaining a human form was indeed a wise decision.

This also confirmed Chiyanzi's conjecture: the Grand Marshal was indeed of the Dragon Race, and the Reverse Scale was truly his fatal point.

However, now that this person had changed back to his human form, for the moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.

The Grand Marshal did not give everyone a chance to catch their breath; wielding a long whip and letting out a roar, he flew over wrapped in thunder, aiming straight for Chiyanzi's face.

Regardless of the outcome today, he had to kill this wild Daoist of unknown origin; if he left him alive to stir up the situation, he feared the future troubles would be endless.

If someone with ulterior motives knew that this person possessed the "King's Dread," it would surely trigger turmoil in the Demon Realm.

Chiyanzi was just about to move to dodge, but due to the backlash of his witchcraft, he suffered internal injuries; his heart pained, and he couldn't help but crouch down, unable to move a single bit for a moment.

The powerful enemy came on aggressively, like a silver snake, making it impossible for the eye to follow.

It was slow to tell but fast to happen; Xunfeng Zhenren flashed out, blocking in front of Chiyanzi, his hands forming finger seals, and suddenly wind rose from the flat ground. The strong wind wrapped the two of them inside; the Grand Marshal could not get close and was blocked raw seven steps away.

What deep cultivation, to be able to block someone outside with just a Wind Formula.

But it didn't stop there.

Seeing Xunfeng Zhenren change his finger seals, blood immediately appeared on the Grand Marshal's face, and the strong wind struck his armor, emitting bursts of dull thuds.

It was Wind Blade!

The Grand Marshal took a few long strides, hurriedly retreating from the wind, and scrutinized the gray-haired Xunfeng Zhenren before him.

He looked like just an ordinary old man, but he didn't expect him to be quite formidable; it seemed the Daoists of the mortal world weren't all trash.

Just then, the strong wind stopped abruptly; Xunfeng Zhenren helped Chiyanzi up and instructed Lu Ying: "Shaoying, take the Immortal Master to the side to rest and take good care of him."

Lu Ying was unwilling and hurriedly stepped forward: "Uncle-Master, this person's methods are extremely formidable; why don't I join you..."

Before Lu Ying could finish, Xunfeng Zhenren clicked his tongue impatiently: "When adults are fighting, children should go play elsewhere; why are you meddling in the excitement! Go!" As he said this, he pursed his lips, signaling Lu Ying to retreat quickly.

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Seeing that Xunfeng Zhenren was insistent, Lu Ying could not disobey too much and could only support Chiyanzi as they left.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

How could the Grand Marshal let Chiyanzi go? He gathered his Qi and performed a vertical slash, and two Qi blades flew out.

Lu Ying was supporting Chiyanzi and had no time to dodge.

In the moment of crisis, Xunfeng Zhenren kicked out, actually kicking the Qi blades aside.

With a loud boom, the city wall was actually slashed open.

Lu Ying stared blankly at everything, mocking his own overestimation of his capabilities—just a moment ago, he had actually wanted to fight this kind of monster one-on-one.

"What are you dazed for! Why don't you retreat quickly?"

Xunfeng Zhenren urged, and only then did Lu Ying come to his senses, hurriedly taking Chiyanzi to find a safe place.

The Grand Marshal's tiger eyes narrowed slightly: It seems I must take this person down first before planning anything else.

Xunfeng Zhenren did not hesitate; he formed a hand seal, and two gusts of wind whipped out from his sleeves, spinning and transforming into his own likeness, blocking in front of him.

Chiyanzi was greatly shocked; it was the Transformation Art!

He had heard that Yuanqing possessed a Transformation Secret Technique and had once been fortunate enough to see Zhaoming Zhenren perform it, but those were mostly inanimate objects; to be able to create a fake body with just two gusts of wind like this was the first time he had ever seen it.

Had Daoist Xunfeng's cultivation actually reached such a profound level?

"Heh! Petty tricks!" The Grand Marshal was very calm; he shifted his body and threw out several ice spikes.

The two clones pressed their palms together, while their other hands each formed a finger incantation; just as the ice spikes arrived, a monster resembling a lion sprang out from behind the clones, let out a loud roar, and deflected all the incoming objects.

That monster had two horns on its head, was covered in silver fur, and had a tail like an auspicious cloud; it shook its head and tossed its mane, looking extremely spirited.

Chiyanzi had never seen such an auspicious beast, and Lu Ying was even more unaware that his own Martial Uncle possessed such ability.

That was hardly surprising, as Xunfeng Zhenren had never used his true techniques in front of Lu Ying, and in Lu Ying's memory, Xunfeng Zhenren was still that Manager Martial Uncle who was busy with sect affairs and haggled over every penny.

Yet Xunfeng Zhenren was, after all, a personal disciple of Wuwei Laozu, so how could he not have some signature skills?

But when the Grand Marshal saw this creature, he frowned.

Others might not know it, but he recognized it; the monster conjured before his eyes was none other than the legendary Wind-Calming Auspicious Cloud Hou.

What is a Hou? It is a dependent of the gods.

Rumor has it that the mount of Cihang Daoren was a Golden-Haired Hou, and a Hou is an existence capable of rivaling the gods.