Chapter 117: Lin Yang intervenes, fighting with Jiang Taimu

A sudden voice made Jiang Taimu and Zhou Tianming look toward where the sound came from.

This person was Lin Yang.

His robes fluttered in the wind, his posture straight as a pine, as if a deity had descended from heaven.

Seeing Lin Yang, Jiang Taimu's expression changed, his hand motion froze, and he narrowed his eyes to size up Lin Yang.

However, he did not recognize the person before him.

Who are you?

Jiang Taimu asked.

Lin Yang slowly said, "I am Lin Yang, Peak Master of Tiandao Peak of the Qingyun Sect."

Who are you again?

Qingyun Sect?

Jiang Taimu narrowed his eyes; he had never heard of such a sect, never heard of such a peak, and had never heard of someone like Lin Yang.

However, he still slowly replied, "I am Jiang Taimu, who fishes only for the finest catches."

Jiang Taimu?

Lin Yang slowly said, "I have heard of Jiang Taigong, but Jiang Taimu? I've never even heard of him."

At this moment.

Zhou Tianming saw Lin Yang appear, and a spark of hope ignited in his eyes.

Unable to contain his joy and excitement, he shouted at Lin Yang, "Senior Lin Yang, save me!"

This person is trying to force me to become his disciple.

Zhou Tianming's voice trembled slightly; he felt wronged, angry, and hateful.

Although Lin Yang also had the idea of taking him as a disciple, Lin Yang had not dealt him a lethal blow, whereas this old thing not only dealt a lethal blow but also wanted to feed him worms.

He would never bow to Jiang Taimu as his teacher.

At the same time, Lin Yang's ability to appear here made his gratitude surge and tremble uncontrollably.

If he were to take a master, he would only choose Lin Yang.

Hearing this, Lin Yang glanced at Zhou Tianming, then turned his gaze to Jiang Taimu.

He never expected that this person actually intended to take Zhou Tianming as a disciple.

Isn't this outright stealing his disciple?

Immediately.

He looked at Jiang Taimu and said coldly, "Jiang Taimu, why do you inflict such vicious harm on a junior? Isn't that beneath your status?"

Jiang Taimu snorted coldly and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

"This child possesses extraordinary talent; I will take him as my disciple, reshape the chaotic qi within his body, and achieve a Chaos Sacred Body—this is his fortune."

Lin Yang sneered, "Taking a disciple? Your methods will likely destroy him."

"I have observed this child for a long time; his opportunity ought to be guided by me."

Upon hearing Lin Yang's words, Zhou Tianming, despite the pain, joyfully exclaimed, "Senior Lin Yang, I am willing to become your disciple; I will follow you faithfully, ready to go through fire and water, sparing no effort!"

Compared to Jiang Taimu, Zhou Tianming trusted Lin Yang more; in his heart, Lin Yang's mysterious profundity and generous righteousness far surpassed what Jiang Taimu could offer.

He had already decided to prepare to become Lin Yang's disciple.

"Hahaha." Upon hearing that, Lin Yang laughed loudly and said, "Good disciple, with me here, no one can move you."

Receiving Zhou Tianming's willingness to become his disciple, Lin Yang felt great joy.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Taimu's eyes flared with anger as he glared at Zhou Tianming.

He snarled, "Kid, don't be confused by his few words; I am the one who can truly help you achieve greatness."

"You are not allowed to take him as your master; you can only take me as your master."

Lin Yang, however, replied disdainfully, "What ability do you have? You haven't even figured out that the chaotic qi in his body comes from the external Chaos Heaven Pearl."

"All you know is to break his limbs, attempting to fuse the Chaos Abyss Larva with his internal chaotic qi to forge a Chaos Sacred Body."

"But... there is actually no chaotic qi in his body at all; how could you fuse it? Doing this will only harm him."

Jiang Taimu seemed to have been struck where it hurt by Lin Yang's words, and he replied angrily, "Although you are right, I am not without other ways to help him obtain a Chaos Sacred Body."

"This disciple, I have decided to take him; no one can stop me."

Seeing Jiang Taimu like this, Lin Yang also slowly said, "Funny enough, I think the same way as you."

"This person, I have decided to take him as my disciple."

Lin Yang's sharpness met Jiang Taimu's.

"You!" Jiang Taimu gritted his teeth and then threatened, "Since neither of us will yield, let us fight and let strength speak."

"The victor will take this child as his disciple, the loser will withdraw voluntarily—how about that?"

Lin Yang's expression turned stern, and he promptly agreed, saying, "Fine, then we'll do as you said."

Having said that.

His spiritual power surged wildly all over his body, his robes fluttered without wind, and he emanated a powerful aura.

Jiang Taimu, unwilling to be outdone, formed hand seals, and the lake water binding Zhou Tianming instantly surged up huge waves.

Four black leaping fish again jumped out of the water, circling around him, their eyes flashing with ferocious light, and together they exuded an oppressive pressure.

Kill!

Jiang Tai Nu instantly struck out.

Battle!

Lin Yang also had no idle talk; his body moved like lightning, darting through the air, his fist wind howling, bringing forth sharp vigor that rushed straight at Jiang Taimu.

Jiang Taimu, meanwhile, controlled the four black big fish, commanding them to lunge and bite at Lin Yang.

At the same time, he was muttering something under his breath.

Streams of magical light shot from his hand, colliding with Lin Yang's attack and producing a deafening roar.

It was obvious that this old man also possessed strength at the Quasi-Emperor level or above.

The battle continued.

Above the lake surface.

Spiritual light intertwined and flickered; wherever it reached, the lake water was churned into layer upon layer of huge waves.

The surrounding trees were also snapped by the vigorous aura of their duel, making the scene both spectacular and brutal.

The two exchanged blows, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who was superior.

Their strengths were evenly matched.

No matter whose attack it was, the other side skillfully defused it.

After being defused, each side launched an even more violent counterattack.

The great battle dragged on for a long time, both sides suffering huge losses, yet neither was willing to stop.

Finally.

Each retreated several steps, their breathing slightly disordered, yet their eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

"Again!"

Lin Yang took a breath; this little old man indeed had some skill, but his key advantage was youth, and he still had tricks up his sleeve, so he could keep fighting.

The old man, however, was panting heavily; given his advanced age, in a prolonged fight he could absolutely not match Lin Yang, who was practically a youth.

Moreover, he was extremely surprised.

Lin Yang's bone age appeared to be around thirty, yet he possessed such strength; even though the old man was a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, he could do nothing against him.

It was quite miraculous.

Moreover, he could not fathom what kind of power the Qingyun Sect wielded to have such a formidable person.

Why had he never heard of them before?

He narrowed his eyes, and in his heart it became clear that his duel with Lin Yang could not be decided.

Moreover, he did not truly intend to be Lin Yang's enemy; it was not worth risking life and death with ultimate moves and underhanded tactics.

He slowly said, "Lin Yang, our battle would probably not be decided even if we fought for three days and three nights."

"How about we change the method and compare again?"

"Good!"

Lin Yang immediately agreed; this little old man was rather interesting, though somewhat stubborn and foolish, but the duel was open and aboveboard, with no underhanded or ultimate moves used against him.

In his heart, he felt a certain fondness for this little old man as well.

Lin Yang slowly said, "If that's the case, then you tell me—what shall we compare next?"