Chapter 384: The Daoist Priest of Maoshan! The Corpse of Zhao Zhao Jiexuan

The Daoist Priest of Mount Zhongnan, Ye Ye Beichen.

No one would have imagined that this youngest Daoist Priest of Mount Zhongnan would appear on this airplane, on the same flight as Zhang Fan.

"The Feathered Sword of Zhongnan!?"

Ming Ming Shenshou's nascent soul floated in midair, his gaze narrowed to a single thread, colder than ice.

Ye Ye Beichen, a cultivator of the Zhongnan Sword Dao, achieved profound mastery in the ancestral secret text 【Thirty-Six Sword Chapters】, known as the "Feathered Sword of Zhongnan," and together with Liu Liu Nan Xu, was called the "Dual Daoist Priests."

"Lord of Jianggong, you have astonishing audacity—before even leaving Qinchuan, you dare to parade so brazenly." Ye Ye Beichen spoke coldly.

"You hold Mount Zhongnan in no regard!?"

"Mount Zhongnan," Ming Ming Shenshou whispered coldly, yet his eyes held oceans of blood and mountains of corpses.

"Nine times you breached temples and shattered mountains—how many of my Wu Wei disciples did you kill? How many of your own masters fell to my Wu Wei sect's ancestors?"

The heavy voice rolled like thunder, echoing in Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan's ears.

The Daoist Priest's might was like the heavens in furious rage, indescribable—their nascent souls felt as if torn apart, every inch filled with endless agony, as if reverting to primordial chaos, descending into the calamity of the mortal realm.

"Ye Ye Beichen, you inherited Mount Zhongnan's lineage and have attained the position of Daoist Priest—how can you speak such childish words?" Ming Ming Shenshou sneered.

"The struggle over doctrinal succession has no final verdict—it permits no taboos, no reverence for others!"

"Good!"

Ye Ye Beichen's eyes flared suddenly, like lightning splitting the night sky.

"The struggle over doctrinal succession has no final verdict—only life and death decide victory or defeat!"

As his words ended, a terrifying aura erupted from three feet above Ye Ye Beichen's head, filling the cabin with boundless pressure.

At that moment, every person's nascent soul seemed to glow faintly, like fireflies gazing up at the rising full moon.

"Daoist Priest's nascent soul!"

Boom…

Ye Ye Beichen's nascent soul emerged, the surroundings blurring as if space twisted, dissolving into chaos.

"Great Void Sword!"

Ye Ye Beichen's nascent soul became a blade, its edge exposed, shaking the void, each inch seemingly sliced apart, transforming into flickering sword light that slashed toward Ming Ming Shenshou's nascent soul.

"Void Sword Tide!"

Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan's nascent souls trembled—in their vision, countless sword lights arrived suddenly, surging like tides, rivers like dragons.

The heavens and earth vanished, as if dissolved—only the sword light remained, dedicated solely to slaying nascent souls.

"The sword art of Mount Zhongnan!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan both simultaneously felt an unspeakable reverence.

Before a Daoist priest, they dared not even entertain a single selfish thought.

"Hahaha, you and Liu Liu Nan Xu are called the 'Dual Daoist Priests.' I've already experienced Liu Daoist Priest's methods—today I'll test the weight of your Feathered Sword of Zhongnan."

Facing this vast sword spectacle, Ming Ming Shenshou laughed aloud to the sky.

Suddenly, his nascent soul violently trembled—and in the next instant, it shattered open.

Ming Ming Shenshou's nascent soul was no longer human-shaped—it became a flask mouth, a celestial cavern, constantly writhing, profoundly mysterious.

"Daoist divine art—Inverted Flask Heaven," Ye Ye Beichen suddenly said.

Zhang Fan's spirit shook violently—he could hardly believe it: this Lord of Jianggong had manifested a divine art, one that manifested the nascent soul itself.

On that day in Dongshan Province, Ming Ming Shenshou had already revealed four divine arts: 【Sleeve Containing Universe】, 【Shortening Distance】, 【Changing Size at Will】, and 【Flying Body Leaving Traces】.

Now another—【Inverted Flask Heaven】—bringing the total to five.

Divine arts are heaven-bestowed; those who awaken them are one in ten thousand, and each person can awaken only one in their lifetime.

Aside from Li Li Changgeng, the anomaly who awakened three, Zhang Fan had never seen anyone accumulate so many divine arts.

Boom…

Countless sword lights arrived suddenly, like a river descending from heaven.

Ming Ming Shenshou's nascent soul, like a wide-open flask mouth, swallowed every sword light in the sky—the "boom" echoed from deep within his soul, like rolling thunder, vast and magnificent.

"How many divine arts has this old devil stolen?" Zhang Fan's spirit trembled.

This 【Inverted Flask Heaven】 was terrifying—it manifested the nascent soul and could dissolve all spells.

"Ye Ye Beichen, your edge is still not sharp enough!" Ming Ming Shenshou laughed.

The writhing nascent soul suddenly contracted—the sword hum pierced the heavens, and countless sword lights erupted from the "flask mouth," reversing the river, striking back at Ye Ye Beichen unchanged.

Hum…

Ye Ye Beichen stood motionless—he was both sword and scabbard.

All swords in heaven and earth returned to his body.

Boom…

Countless sword lights arrived, entered his nascent soul, and sank like stones into the ocean—no ripple, no trace remained.

"Excellent Dao art!" Ming Ming Shenshou praised.

"Two-Polarity Sword!"

Suddenly, Ye Ye Beichen pointed into empty air, forming a sword—its light blazed like the sun, golden radiance dazzling, brimming with vital energy.

In the next instant, Ming Ming Shenshou's flask-shaped nascent soul trembled violently—within his body, another sword light appeared spontaneously, like moonlight of Taiyin, mysteriously hidden, resonating and echoing with the golden sword light.

Boom…

Two sword lights—one yang, one yin—one bright, one dark—like real and illusory, being and nonbeing—the terrifying resonance threatened to tear Ming Ming Shenshou's nascent soul apart from within.

"Ye Ye Beichen truly deserves to be Mount Zhongnan's youngest Daoist Priest…" Li Li Yishan's eyes filled with deep fear.

The Two-Polarity Sword, the Return-to-Origin Method—this was the orthodox Daoist Great Way, the true secret transmission.

To achieve this path meant the prospect of Pure Yang Without Limit.

"Good, Ye Ye Beichen—I never expected you'd reached this level. It seems you've gone further than Liu Liu Nan Xu." Ming Ming Shenshou let out a long howl.

Suddenly, his nascent soul leaped once—its rhythm like a human heartbeat, brimming with vital energy.

In the next instant, crimson light flashed, descending from above.

"Fluorescent Fire burns bright, illuminating my Upper Dantian," Ming Ming Shenshou murmured softly.

Crimson light enveloped his entire body, like a sudden blaze—yet no distinct flame could be seen.

"How dare you do this? Are you mad?" Ye Ye Beichen's face changed instantly—he cried out in shock.

"Ye Ye Beichen, are you worried about the lives of these ordinary people?" Ming Ming Shenshou's lips curled slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"We cultivators, with our humble ant-like bodies, ascend to comprehend the Dao, gradually transcending…"

As he spoke, Ming Ming Shenshou's eyes suddenly filled with a sorrowful compassion.

"Mortals sink in the mortal realm, born in the morning, dead by night—yet they know nothing of the Great Dao, mistaking suffering for joy—pitiful, tragic!"

"I am helping them attain liberation!"

As his words ended, crimson light blazed, filling the entire cabin.

This ignorant fire was so terrifying—even Zhang Fan's nascent soul felt dread and horror, overwhelming pressure surging like a tide, threatening to annihilate him.