Chapter 204: Fighting the Dao

Cheng Xinzhan and Shen Zhaoming looked at each other, each secretly saying,

As expected.

After all, in the Shu region, it was not strange at all for Emei sect members to act so recklessly.

"You only answered one question."

Cheng Xinzhan said.

Yuchi Zhenyan's brows were knitted into a knot, but he still endured his anger and answered,

"We were ordered to come to Kuizhou to slay Jiao. We chased to this place and suddenly saw the Thunder Treasure Spirit Pearl shining brightly in the sky, knowing that a treasure had appeared, so we went up to take the treasure. You two just happened to arrive earlier, why ask so much?"

The two were speechless listening to this. This idiot couldn't even distinguish between a Golden Core and a treasure pearl?

But to be honest, this really couldn't be blamed entirely on Yuchi Zhenyan. Cheng Xinzhan's Jin Dan gathered Yin and Yang, the Long Hu manifested, full of vitality, radiating precious light. Moreover, because his Jin Dan had just been tempered by the secret lightning Dao method, the six thunder seals—"Bìng," "Boom," "Dá," "Quán," "Yǎn," and " "—formed from purple electricity and silver plasma, swirled around the Jin Dan. At a glance, it truly looked like a precious lightning spirit pearl.

The key was that this was not crossing a tribulation. Who would let a perfectly good Golden Core rush into a thunder cloud? That was something to avoid at all costs!

However, since these few idiots couldn't tell, the two of them would certainly not go out of their way to explain.

"Can you release the person now?!"

Yuchi Zhenyan shouted.

Cheng Xinzhan thought for a moment and asked again, "Whose orders are you following, and which Jiao are you going to slay?"

"You are teasing me!"

Yuchi Zhenyan could no longer hold back. Knowing that Cheng Xinzhan had no intention of releasing the person, he actually stopped caring about the captured person and once again commanded his sword to attack.

Thus, the other person also started to act.

Cheng Xinzhan snorted coldly, using the Yin-Yang Five Elements Hoop to hang that person up, while he himself commanded "Taodu" to kill toward Yuchi Zhenyan. Shen Zhaoming also smiled lightly, flicked his whisk, and rushed toward the other person.

"Taodu" transformed into a crimson-gold sword light, as if it had no form or substance, like a small sun. It was impossible to see its original shape; otherwise, this disciple of the Bearded Immortal would have recognized at a glance that this was the head of the Yang swords lost outside among the Seven Cultivation Swords, the heavy treasure of Emei!

And Yuchi Zhenyan's flying sword was also not ordinary. The sword body faintly showed crimson thunder patterns, and when it flew, it was accompanied by thunderbolts and fire. Even the surrounding clouds were ignited, burning with crimson fire.

Yuchi Zhenyan did not recognize "Taodu," but he also knew that the opponent's flying sword was powerful, because his own "Chiting" was itself a flying sword of an extremely high grade. The sword embryo was taken from the meteor iron deep in the Dianwen Volcano, and then forged by his master's true fire for three years before taking shape. Moreover, it was attached with "Earth Fire Heavenly Star Evil Spirit." Such a precious sword was actually slower than the opponent's flying sword that looked like it was condensed from sunlight.

After a few rounds of clashing, "Chiting" fell into a disadvantage. Yuchi Zhenyan's already pitch-black face became even uglier. He pinched a sword formula and pressed it to his brow. Whether it was some kind of secret method or this person's unique constitution, golden patterns actually crawled onto his pitch-black face, and his pupils glowed with crimson light.

"Chiting" also began to change, truly transforming into a thin and long crimson thunderbolt. Its speed doubled several times, and wherever it passed, it left a trail of fire in the void, like the tail left by an extraterrestrial meteorite. It was truly lightning-fast, striking "Taodu" in an instant.

What a good sword!

Cheng Xinzhan also praised "Chiting," thinking to himself that Emei was truly skilled at forging flying swords. All the Emei flying swords he had seen were top-notch.

However, it was very unfortunate that "Taodu" was also from Emei, the head of the Seven Cultivation Yang swords, an immortal treasure, and after being recast and re-refined, it was tempered for many years by Cheng Xinzhan in his left eye with the true intent of pure Yang plus three Yang Instrument Gang Evil Spirits. It had already been refined from having form to having no form.

So at this moment, "Taodu" was not emitting bright light to show off its power, but was truly a mass of pure Yang true Qi. No matter how "Chiting" struck, it passed through the Qi and remained completely undamaged.

And when "Taodu" turned back to chase the thunderbolt, the pure Yang true Qi exerted force and scorched "Chiting." After being hit by "Taodu," the latter, although it had the form of a crimson thunderbolt, could not be considered truly formless. It immediately twisted and trembled, crying out in sorrow, and retreated back to the form of a flying sword.

And "Taodu" had a very fierce temperament. Seeing that "Chiting" dared to offend it, it chased and beat it. This precious sword was repeatedly folded and beaten in the air, crying out incessantly. "Taodu" was treating "Chiting" like a shuttlecock.

Yuchi Zhenyan was suspicious in his heart. "Chiting" could be ranked in the "Shu Sword List," so how could it be bullied like this by a passerby's flying sword?

"Who exactly are you?!"

He asked.

Cheng Xinzhan only replied, "A small Daoist from Yu Zhang in the East."

Yuchi Zhenyan snorted coldly, but his pitch-black face also gradually grew solemn. Subsequently, he continuously formed seals with both hands, finally pinching the Zi-Wu formula with his left hand and holding it at his dantian, while his right hand formed a sword gesture and pressed it to his brow, chanting in his mouth,

"Spiritual Dark Great Void, Qi turns the Zhou Tian; intent rushes to the Purple Mansion, Primordial Spirit leaves the body!"

As the incantation fell, a purple light flew out from Yuchi Zhenyan's crown, like a purple rainbow, landing on the "Chiting" sword.

Cheng Xinzhan's gaze also condensed. He had long heard that the Western Shu Xuanmen were proficient in the Primordial Spirit Dao, often using secret methods to cultivate the soul into a Primordial Spirit before crossing the tribulation, and those with unique talents could even manifest the Primordial Spirit leaving the body early. Today was the first time he had truly seen it.

However, this secret method was not without harm. Combining the soul into a Primordial Spirit too early was not conducive to the growth of the seven emotions and six desires. This external manifestation was that the personality was either extreme, impulsive, introverted, or radical.

Having said that, after Yuchi Zhenyan's Primordial Spirit attached to the flying sword, the agility of "Chiting" rose by several levels. Crimson thunderbolts continuously dissipated from the flying sword, and for a moment, it was actually able to trade blows with "Taodu."

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Cheng Xinzhan was somewhat surprised, and Yuchi Zhenyan was even more startled.

"You sneak attack!"

He roared.

Cheng Xinzhan ignored him. Not to mention that this black-faced one had sneak-attacked him to take the Golden Core first, just saying that he had used his Primordial Spirit to leave his body to command the flying sword—if he didn't take the opportunity to injure his physical body at this time, wouldn't he be a fool?

However, looking at the mysterious fire cloud slowly rotating around Yuchi Zhenyan, he was very surprised. It was this protective magic treasure that had actually blocked the white bone flying sword, "Youdu."

He was surprised, but he didn't know that Yuchi Zhenyan was even more fearful. This "Earth Di Jin Huoyun Pocket" was a protective magic treasure refined by Li Yuanhua by collecting "Earth Fire Heavenly Star Evil Spirit" and matching it with five metals. It was shaped like a black gauze garment, usually sticking to the skin. Although it was only a thin layer, it could fear no swords, guns, water, or fire.

However, when encountering an extremely dangerous situation, the "Earth Di Jin Huoyun Pocket" would take the initiative to transform into a fire cloud to surround and block the attack. But after seven times, this treasure would dissipate. Just now, it was the first time he had transformed into a fire cloud after wearing the "Earth Di Jin Huoyun Pocket."

And Cheng Xinzhan looked at Yuchi Zhenyan jumping and cursing there. This person had a black face and red hair, like a piece of charcoal emitting sparks, igniting at the slightest touch. However, at this moment, what truly surprised him was:

After this black-faced one's Primordial Spirit left his body, his physical body could still move freely!

He couldn't help but take the initiative to ask,

"Could it be that you have already refined a Second Primordial Spirit?"

He didn't expect this person to answer, but unexpectedly he really did answer,

"Just say that you Eastern Daoists have no vision and stick to the rules. This is not a Second Primordial Spirit, this is the "Thread-Pulling Puppet Method," using the Primordial Spirit as the driver, the physical body as the puppet, and spiritual energy as the thread. Even after the Primordial Spirit leaves the body, it can still control the physical body!" Yuchi Zhenyan smiled disdainfully. "Just you, still wanting to sneak attack me!"

Cheng Xinzhan was not angry at all, but instead showed a smile. "You pass this "Thread-Pulling Puppet Method" to me, and I will forgive you for stealing my thunder pearl and spare the lives of the three of you."

Yuchi Zhenyan laughed out of extreme anger. "That depends on your ability!"

Cheng Xinzhan's thought moved, and the white bone flying sword, the size of an embroidery needle, struck out again toward Yuchi Zhenyan.

Crimson light flashed in Yuchi Zhenyan's eyes. It turned out that he also had pupil techniques. Seeing the trace of "Youdu," he flipped his right palm, and a bead appeared in his palm, as large as an egg, crimson as fire. He lifted his hand lightly, and the bead flew out, automatically seeking "Youdu."

"Can your cold flying needle defeat my sect's heavy treasure, the "Heavenly Dry Fire Spirit Pearl"?"

And just as he said, this fire bead seemed to be a truly remarkable treasure. Not only was it extremely fast, but it also had the true intent of pure Yang, and the true fire on the bead actually made "Youdu" feel afraid.

"Youdu" did not have as good a foundation as "Taodu" and needed to be refined further. Presumably, after crossing the core tribulation, it would be much better. At this moment, it still needed to be protected. Thus, Cheng Xinzhan swapped them. "Taodu" flew over to take the initiative to attack the fire bead, and Yuchi Zhenyan's Primordial Spirit commanded "Chiting" to chase, but was blocked by "Youdu."

"Xinzhan, do you need help?"

On the other side, Shen Zhaoming had already subdued the opponent, hanging the person in the air with his whisk beside the other person.

"No need, I'll see what other means he has."

!

Cheng Xinzhan replied with a smile. He felt that this black-faced one had a big mouth, many treasures, and said everything, which was quite interesting.

Yuchi Zhenyan was angered by Cheng Xinzhan's arrogant attitude, and fire erupted in his eyes. He grabbed into the void with his right hand and pulled out a long spear from the void.

This spear was entirely crimson, seven feet long, looking like a thin, long flame frozen by great magic power. It was very gorgeous.

"I want to see what means you have!"

Yuchi Zhenyan shouted, stepped on the fire light, and stabbed over with the spear.

Cheng Xinzhan raised his brows, thinking to himself that he was actually a dual cultivator of physical arts. Just looking at this body of fire, he shouldn't call him black-faced anymore; he should call him Fire Child.

However, he did not know that his thoughts in his heart were accidentally correct. Fire Child Yuchi Zhenyan was quite famous in Mount Emei, second only to the Seven Cultivations, and was also loved to the bone by the Bearded Immortal, which was why he had a full body of magic treasures.

Long time no see, old friend.

Cheng Xinzhan said this in his heart.

Subsequently, his left wrist turned, and a long sword with a black scabbard and silver guard was held in his hand.

The fire spear attacked. He stepped into the air with his left foot and retreated, his left shoulder leaning back, his body turning to the side to avoid the spear. The fire light on the spear reflected his pupils into crimson.

Cheng Xinzhan drew his sword with his right hand, only to see clear light burst forth, like a silver moon emerging from the clouds. The moon-like long sword scraped against the spear shaft and went up, scratching against the spear body and sparking a series of sparks.

"Autumn Water" had been with Cheng Xinzhan for decades. What gold essence and silver marrow had it not eaten? What cold mercury and hot lead had it not endured? It was already vastly different from before.

Taking advantage of the sparks, the sword tip pecked at the tiger's mouth of Yuchi Zhenyan holding the spear.

Yuchi Zhenyan hooked the spear tail and pulled back violently, took a step back, and then performed a twist, pulling the spear tail to sweep across and hit Cheng Xinzhan's right side. The spear wind whistled. Cheng Xinzhan lowered his head and bent his waist, and at the same time, as if he had eyes on his back, his right-hand long sword stabbed back like a snake out of a hole, pointing at Yuchi Zhenyan's throat.

After more than a dozen rounds, Cheng Xinzhan was puzzled in his heart. Where did this person get such great strength? It really didn't look like an Emei disciple specializing in flying swords and Primordial Spirits, but rather like a physical cultivator from the north.

He did not know that Yuchi Zhenyan was really not an ordinary person. He was born in an uncivilized tribe in the Wild Man Mountain of Dianwen. His birth coincided with a red star falling to the ground. His mother was eroded by the evil spirit of the meteorite fire, causing him to be like charcoal all over his body at birth. He was regarded as a monster by his tribesmen and was to be thrown into a volcano to be burned.

At that time, it happened that Li Yuanhua was in the volcano, tempering his flying sword with earth fire. Seeing a child fall from the sky and seeing that he possessed a rare mysterious evil fire pulse, he was overjoyed and accepted him as a disciple. His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and both his Primordial Spirit and physical body were very strong, which was why he set him on the path of dual cultivation of physical arts.

At this moment, the Fire Child was equally surprised in his heart. This Daoist, who looked weak and wind-blown, had tricky sword moves that repeatedly broke his spear momentum, making one feel a breath blocked in his chest, which was very unpleasant.

The Fire Child himself was hot-tempered. This breath blocked in his chest couldn't come out, making him more and more irritable. A low roar rolled out from his throat. His left hand suddenly let go of the spear shaft, and his five fingers were like iron pincers, actually wanting to grab the long sword alive.

Cheng Xinzhan turned his wrist, and "Autumn Water" twisted flesh and blood in Yuchi Zhenyan's palm. The Fire Child felt pain, and his bones were exposed, but he still tightly gripped the sword body. His right foot hooked the spear tail and violently lifted it, the spear head topping Cheng Xinzhan's chin like a poisonous dragon from bottom to top.

If this were hit, his head would be pierced through.

Cheng Xinzhan's waist and abdomen contracted violently, his twelve-story building leaned back section by section, and at the same time, he drew his sword. The Fire Child suddenly let go again, holding the spear with both hands and slashing down. Cheng Xinzhan could not dodge, and his chest was hit by the spear body. He was hit squarely by this heavy blow, as if he had been whipped by a steel whip.

The Fire Child grinned, and the breath in his chest was finally released. It felt refreshing.

Cheng Xinzhan's Inner Landscape Realm seemed to have had an earthquake. Blood Qi flooded over the twelve-story building and surged upward. Fortunately, his Jiang Palace was stable, emitting five-colored light, protecting his chest and internal organs.

Cheng Xinzhan was used to pain in his life. He gritted his teeth, forcibly sealed the blood, and held this breath, not letting his sword momentum dissipate. He swung his sword to cut at Yuchi Zhenyan's wrist. The Fire Child really didn't expect that this Daoist could still counterattack as if nothing had happened after taking this spear squarely. He was careless at close range and had to abandon the spear and withdraw his hand.

Cheng Xinzhan took the long spear with his left hand, and his right-hand straight sword stabbed out, pointing at Yuchi Zhenyan's brow. The sword tip broke the skin, and bright red blood flowed out. As long as he pushed forward another two inches, the Fire Child's Purple Palace would be destroyed, and his Primordial Spirit outside would never be able to return.

Yuchi Zhenyan's face was first stunned, then dejected, and then relieved.

"I admit defeat."

He said.

He couldn't grab the thunder pearl, couldn't compare with the flying sword, couldn't compete with the magic treasure, and couldn't beat him with weapons.

He, the Fire Child, had never met such a person in the same realm. It should be known that even Li Xiaozu was unwilling to compete with him in weapons at close range.

Cheng Xinzhan opened his mouth and smiled, blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

He was even more interested in this person. His Primordial Spirit could control his physical body so freely outside. He must learn that "Thread-Pulling Puppet Method."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 205 =====