Chapter 625: The Fifty Thousand Tael Wood Carving

Facing this fellow who called himself "Yu Liancheng," Bi Yao struck without hesitation.

She used the Strange and Treacherous Dao that Yu Liancheng had originally taught her.

The Strange and Treacherous Dao was the culmination of all of Yu Liancheng's strange and secret arts, and it was completely different from the cultivation methods of this world; even top-tier cultivators would be caught off guard and suffer if they were not careful.

Therefore, Bi Yao was very confident in her strike.

Bi Yao formed hand seals, and first, a faint radiance emerged, enveloping the entire meditation room and completely isolating it from the outside world.

Even if there were sounds of fighting, they would be sealed within the room and would not alert the other monks of Tianyin Temple.

Immediately after, she changed her hand seals, and two streams of black Qi emerged from the void; they were refined from poison-insect toxins, and ordinary cultivation experts could be corroded to death if they touched even a little.

Of course, Bi Yao had retracted most of the toxin's power at this moment, but once touched, one would still become weak in the hands and feet, unable to muster any strength, and could only be left to be slaughtered.

However, if the opponent reacted quickly, they could dodge or resist with a magical treasure.

But Bi Yao had long since made arrangements for this.

Youji appeared behind Yu Liancheng at some unknown time, her beautiful face covered by a light veil, her eyes like autumn water, sighing faintly.

As it turned out, she had been in this room the whole time, only her presence had been completely masked by Bi Yao using the "Strange and Treacherous Dao."

The magical treasure "Vermilion Bird Seal" was unleashed by Youji; she formed hand seals with her fair hands, one upright and one reversed, which was completely different from the true seals of the Central Plains.

The "Vermilion Bird Seal" suddenly bloomed with a sheet of silver light, enveloping Yu Liancheng. Anything within this silver light would feel as if it were sinking into a swamp, making every movement extremely difficult.

Under the joint attack of these two women, even the Ghost King would have a headache.

What's more, the White-robed Divine Monk before them—even if he had transcendent talent, he was still too young, and there was only one outcome: being captured.

If the two women knew that Cangsong Daoren of the Qingyun Sect had died at the hands of this White-robed Divine Monk, perhaps they would not think so.

The White-robed Divine Monk pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddha name. He activated the Vajra Faxiang, and it was as if a golden halo of light exploded behind his head; waves of golden light easily blocked the silver light of the Vermilion Bird Seal.

At the same time, his white monk robes fluttered, and a pair of slender hands reached out, actually catching the two streams of black Qi with his bare palms, yet he did not become weak in the hands or feet, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

Looking closely, a layer of faint golden light covered Yu Liancheng's palms, and he had not touched the black Qi directly with his bare skin.

Bi Yao's pretty face changed slightly; she had not expected the opponent to resolve her and Aunt You's joint attack so easily.

She formed seals with her slender hands again, chanting words in her mouth.

The two masses of black Qi in Yu Liancheng's hands suddenly twisted, transforming into two colorful poisonous snakes that flickered their tongues and opened their mouths to bite at Yu Liancheng.

In fact, because the Strange and Treacherous Dao that Yu Liancheng had originally taught Bi Yao was only in its embryonic form, and the time spent teaching it had been short, Bi Yao had not grasped the true essence of the Strange and Treacherous Dao, but she had combined it with the Daoist techniques of the Ghost King Sect, which had a unique quality that even surprised Yu Liancheng.

At the same time, Youji further activated the Vermilion Bird Seal. The Vermilion Bird Seal suddenly transformed into a real Vermilion Bird, its entire body still emitting surging flames, making the entire room instantly feel like a furnace. With a cry, the Vermilion Bird lunged fiercely at Yu Liancheng. Clearly, this Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy of the Ghost King Sect was not someone to be trifled with.

"Why must you do this!"

Yu Liancheng squeezed his hands fiercely, and the black Qi pythons immediately dissipated. Behind him, a Vajra Faxiang emerged, holding a Subduing Demon Pestle, and met the incoming "Vermilion Bird."

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"My sandalwood table, my pear-blossom chair, and this bookshelf, this bronze mirror..."

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yu Liancheng looked at the devastated meditation room with a pained heart.

His exchange with Bi Yao and Youji had caused a disaster for this room. Bi Yao's Strange and Treacherous Dao, combined with the Ghost King Sect's techniques, was even more bizarre and unpredictable. And Youji's Vermilion Bird Seal could emit strange vermilion fire that ignited upon contact.

A perfectly good meditation room had ended up in this state; how could one not feel pained?

Thinking this, he couldn't help but glare at Bi Yao and Youji.

The two women had already been tossed onto the bed and tied tightly with a bedsheet; because they were bound so tightly, their delicate bodies were pressed closely together.

During the fight, Youji's veil had been torn off at some point, revealing a cold and beautiful face.

At this moment, there was a light sheen of sweat on this cold face, and pressed against Bi Yao's pretty and charming face, they were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own charm.

"We have no grudges, why did you run here to go crazy?" Yu Liancheng pulled over a stool and sat down, looking at the two women on the bed.

"Damn it, you monk..." Bi Yao's willow eyebrows stood up; her voice was clear and moving, like the ringing of silver bells, but it made Yu Liancheng's face stiffen.

"You, how can you, how can you speak foul language."

Yu Liancheng widened his eyes; Bi Yao had inherited his Strange and Treacherous Dao, so she could be considered half a disciple.

In his impression, this disciple should be playful, lively, and full of spirit. But "damn it"—what was that about? It was completely unacceptable.

Bi Yao lifted her pretty chin, actually carrying a trace of smugness, and said: "These three words are what Uncle Yu often keeps on his lips. You don't even know this, yet you're pretending to be Uncle Yu."

Yu Liancheng clutched his forehead in slight pain; now he knew another disadvantage of using foul language: it would corrupt children.

"Alright, Bi Yao, this matter was our rudeness in the first place; you must not talk back to the Divine Monk."

Because she had witnessed Yu Liancheng's demeanor at the 'Vajra Sect' earlier, Youji actually had a good impression of the White-robed Divine Monk, but now that she was pressed tightly against Bi Yao, and her veil had been removed at some point, she felt quite uncomfortable, and a faint blush appeared on her slightly pale face.

"Divine Monk Puzhen, I imagine you have already discerned our identities."

Yu Liancheng nodded: "Indeed, you are people from the Ghost King Sect."

Youji said: "This young woman can also see that the Divine Monk has no intention to kill; I wonder what it would take for you to let us two weak women go."

Yu Liancheng looked around the room: "Amitabha, I do not wish to intentionally make things difficult for you, but this room..."

Bi Yao said charmingly: "Isn't it just that we broke your table and chair? How much silver, we will compensate you."

"Compensate me? Hehe." Yu Liancheng revealed a cold smile: "Can you afford it? Although these are worldly objects, every single one is worth a fortune."

Bi Yao said disdainfully: "I have several hundred taels of silver notes in my purse right now."

For those who cultivate, wanting to obtain worldly wealth was truly simple.

Especially for these evil sects like the Ghost King Sect, they acted without restraint, and the speed at which they could rake in wealth was unimaginable; at the very least, Bi Yao was never short of money.

Yu Liancheng pointed at the table and said: "This table was carved for the Emperor by Master Huang, the number one craftsman in the world three hundred years ago. In all the world, there are only three."

"This chair was crafted one hundred years ago by the disabled Qimiao Tongzi. Although that Qimiao Tongzi was a martial artist, this chair is not only extremely comfortable to lie on, but it also hides exquisite hidden weapons, and it has killed several cultivators."

"And this painting, the painting itself is average, but the poem on it was inscribed by Wuxin Chanshi five hundred years ago, and it is his most famous one: 'Bodhi originally has no tree, the bright mirror also has no stand; originally there is nothing at all, where can dust settle?'"

Bi Yao originally had a disdainful sneer on her lips, but gradually, she couldn't laugh anymore; her disdain had turned into surprise, and her beautiful eyes grew wider and wider.

"Any one of these items here is a priceless treasure; can you really afford to compensate me?"

Yu Liancheng pointed at another wood carving nearby; the wood carving was very strange, a turtle holding a fork, but its head had been smashed off. There were three other turtle wood carvings that had been completely reduced to powder: "And this wood carving..."

Bi Yao could not help but say, "What is the significance of this wood carving? I have never heard of such a strange wood carving..."

"Of course you haven't heard of it; this wood carving was carved by me, and it is called Raphael. It also has three turtle brothers," Yu Liancheng said faintly. "Once, someone offered fifty thousand taels of silver, but I didn't sell it..."