Chapter 675: Ten Thousand Peach Blossoms Fall into My Sleeves

Xiong Chumo.

This is the true name of the Xiling Sect Leader.

A very distracting, even laughable name.

But this is indeed his true name, a name known to few.

Yu Liancheng looked at the radiant figure behind the curtain and smiled: "Have you thought it through? Being a dog for anyone is still being a dog; changing masters is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Kneel!

The Divine Palace fell silent for a moment, and the radiant figure behind the curtain suddenly let out an angry shout. The shout was like the might of Heaven, like a purgatory. It contained the divine power from Haotian, and it swept out from behind the curtain like a mountain-toppling, sea-churning wave, making people's spirits tremble violently, unable to stop themselves from kneeling to the ground.

"Haotian is above; I act on behalf of Tianxing. To see me is to see Heaven. Why do you not kneel yet!

"

Behind the curtain, that figure grew even taller, and the pressure of that momentum surged toward Yu Liancheng.

The group of Divine Officials in the great hall also regained their senses, and immediately, looks of annoyance appeared on their faces.

This is Haotian's world; they are Haotian's spokespeople in the human realm, representing the most noble Haotian. They cannot be violated, cannot be slandered, cannot be profaned. For a moment, fanaticism replaced the fear of Yu Liancheng's divine manifestation. They raised their arms, pointed at Yu Liancheng, and shouted in unison: "Kneel!"

"Kneel!"

"Kneel!"

"Kneel!"

The voices of dozens of people were perfectly synchronized, booming like thunder, echoing in the empty Divine Palace.

The expressions of the people were so angry, spittle flying everywhere, their voices hoarse from shouting, their features twisted and distorted, looking just like a group of fanatical, deranged madmen.

"So annoying, all of you shut up." Yu Liancheng frowned and scolded.

Although this voice was not loud, it echoed in everyone's heart, clear and distinct.

Boom!

And accompanying this sound was an incomparably tyrannical divine sense and mental intent, whipping up a violent hurricane throughout the great hall.

If one were to compare the sea of consciousness of these Divine Officials to a stream or a lake, then this divine sense was a meteorite falling from the sky, instantly striking the center of the lake.

Perhaps the meteorite was not too large, unable to fill this lake, but the power carried by the falling meteorite was strong to the extreme. Immediately, their seas of consciousness surged like waves, turbulent and surging, wantonly crashing toward the shores.

This mental attack was truly too fierce and violent. One by one, the Divine Official experts at the Knowing Destiny and Cave Profound Realm let out miserable screams; their seas of consciousness were burst open, their heads exploded with a bang, brains splattered, and they turned into headless corpses, dying on the spot.

In an instant, the clamor ceased, and it became terrifyingly quiet. The white Divine Palace was stained with blood, and the headless corpses still standing added an extra layer of eerie atmosphere.

"Now you tell me, who should be kneeling to whom?"

Yu Liancheng looked toward the depths of the Divine Palace, a faint, cold smile curling the corners of his mouth.

The previous burst of divine sense, while bursting the heads of dozens of Divine Officials, also tore apart the curtain woven by the Haotian Divine Brilliance. The true body of the Xiling Divine Palace Sect Leader, Xiong Chumo—known as one of the two most mysterious experts in the world alongside the Demon Sect's Twenty-Three Year Cicada—was finally revealed in the light of day.

Behind the curtain, he was radiant, a presence that seemed infinitely tall.

But now, appearing before Yu Liancheng's eyes was an old Daoist who looked quite ordinary at first glance, his face still bearing a look of terror.

But he had very distinct features, making it hard to forget after a single glance.

He was very short, shorter even than an eight or nine-year-old boy.

He was very thin, thinner even than a disaster victim in a famine year.

The whole person looked as if he were a doll made by stitching together a few pieces of dry firewood. He appeared so pitiful, and yet so ridiculous.

When seeing his true face, I fear countless Haotian believers in the world would let out cries of disappointment, unable to believe that this was the radiant Sect Leader.

But this person was indeed the Xiling Sect Leader.

"I am no longer the me of yesterday. Let this seat act on behalf of Haotian to collect you, this Demon Sect monster."

After a brief moment of terror, Xiong Chumo regained his composure and sternness.

As he spoke, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi flowed endlessly into his body. His robes billowed, and the originally loose Daoist robe was puffed up.

"Xiong Chumo, ten years ago you were not my match; now you are even less likely to be my match. Kneel obediently on the ground now, and I might still let you be a dog to avoid a catastrophe."

Yu Liancheng's demeanor remained very calm. Although his opponent now was the supreme expert of the Xiling Divine Palace, this unruffled calmness was, to the Sect Leader, an undisguised humiliation.

Xiong Chumo snorted coldly, his expression full of killing intent. He raised his right fist, lowered his waist, inhaled, and stomped his toes fiercely. His figure leaped into the air, and he struck a punch toward Yu Liancheng just like that.

He was very thin and short, so his fist was also very small, looking even somewhat ridiculous.

But the Xiling Divine Palace respects the strong, and he had sat in the position of Sect Leader for decades; this fist had suppressed who knows how many experts.

Therefore, this fist was not only not ridiculous, but very terrifying.

It was a seemingly plain and unremarkable punch, yet the fist momentum was overwhelming, and the fist intent permeated every inch of the Divine Palace. With this fist as the center, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi for hundreds of feet around was swept over and condensed into the small fist. In the great hall, streaks of talismans flashed, and the light on the talismans flowed, making the power of this punch even greater.

This was his Divine Palace; here, his strength would be maximized. Except for the Temple Master and Fuzi, he was confident that no one could defeat him in the Divine Palace.

The fist wind was like rage.

The fist weight was like a mountain.

The fist might was like the sea.

After losing to Yu Liancheng in the past, Xiong Chumo, as the Sect Leader, had been filled with fear.

From fear came pressure, and from pressure came motivation. He had continuously refined himself, so his strength could indeed be described as not what it used to be.

Although the power of this punch was strong, it did not hit Yu Liancheng at all.

This was because, with a thought from Yu Liancheng, a sword light shot out from the Ten Thousand Daos Boundless hanging at his waist, emitting a sharp and short whistling sound. The light filling the sky seemed to dim, and all light was replaced by a dazzling, eye-catching brilliance.

——Sword light.

Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords: Heaven and Earth Only I Dao!

The sword light collided with the fist, and immediately, blood blossomed on the fist.

Xiong Chumo screamed, retreating repeatedly, a wave of immense pain coming from his hand.

Looking at his right hand again, a sword wound deep enough to see bone had appeared on his fingers and the back of his hand, spreading upward to his shoulder. Flesh and blood were mangled, blood gushed out like a spring, continuously dripping onto the white floor.

"I said, you are not my match; you cannot even make me move a single finger." Yu Liancheng shook his head and sighed with his hands behind his back.

"Yu Liancheng, you truly think yourself invincible in the world. This is the world of Haotian; how can you, a remnant practicing the Demon Sect's arts, possibly contend with the light?"

Xiong Chumo's expression was gloomy. He slowly raised both hands, palms facing the sky, the look on his face exceptionally firm and persistent.

"Haotian is above, please grant your servant power." The grand voice echoed in the Divine Palace and drifted through heaven and earth. That tepid morning sun in the sky became bright; it was no longer gentle and warm, but radiated a scorching temperature, appearing supreme and inspiring awe in people's hearts.

At the same time, a majestic force passed through the morning clouds at the horizon, ignored the Divine Palace, and descended upon Xiong Chumo's body.

Xiong Chumo's thin, short stature suddenly became extremely tall and imposing; his wretched image vanished, replaced by a sense of sacred majesty.

"Yu Liancheng, go to your death!"

"

Xiong Chumo roared, his entire body erupting with a powerful force that was irresistible, perhaps even brilliant and magnificent.

He thrust his palms forward, and clusters of substantial white light appeared before him—beautiful and holy, yet radiating an unimaginably terrifying aura. Boom, boom, boom! Hundreds of light clusters erupted instantly, pushing forward like pillars of light. Wherever they passed, space trembled, and the hard white floor shattered inch by inch.

"To think that even scum like you can 'Tianqi'; it seems Haotian's judgment is truly not very good." Yu Liancheng shook his head. As he spoke, sword light erupted once more from the Ten Thousand Extremes, twelve streaks of sword light.

These twelve streaks of sword light tore through the sky and bloomed, one becoming ten, ten becoming a hundred, a hundred becoming a thousand... ten million streaks of sword light, like an ocean of Sword Qi, surged toward the hundreds of light clusters like a monstrous, heaven-toppling wave.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Mysterious Yin Twelve Swords collided with the pillars of light; in an instant, it was as if a thousand peals of thunder had sounded in unison.

This Divine Palace could almost be considered the sturdiest building in all of Taoshan, with countless runes on its walls and pillars. But in this impact that felt like heaven and earth colliding, it began to shake. Cracks began to bloom, countless runes rapidly dimmed, and glazed tiles were shaken loose, falling with a clatter and shattering into pieces.

Fortunately, the white pillars of light soon grew dim, and the force dissipating from the collision was no longer as terrifying as before.

Xiong Chumo's face was pale. Although the Tianqi Realm allowed one to borrow power from Haotian, it ultimately depended on the practitioner's own strength; power could not be endless.

The moment the pillars of light collapsed, the remaining Sword Qi poured out, slashing toward Xiong Chumo without reservation.

"Ahhh!"

"

A shrill scream rang out. Although Xiong Chumo was still protected by Haotian Divine Brilliance, how could he withstand the remaining Mysterious Yin Sword Qi? In an instant, it was as if he had been sliced by a thousand knives.

When the sword light dissipated, one could see Xiong Chumo's Daoist robe was shredded, his body covered in blood, with countless wounds covering every inch of his skin. Some of these wounds were deep, some shallow, and their shapes varied.

In some places on his body, the flesh had been almost entirely sliced away, revealing ghastly white bone; his right arm had even been severed, blood gushing like a spring. He looked incomparably miserable.

Fortunately, he was a Daxingzhe above the Leap Five Realms, and Haotian Divine Brilliance possessed healing power, so his injuries were recovering rapidly, and his life was not in danger. However, he was severely wounded and now lacked even a shred of strength to resist.

The moment Yu Liancheng stepped into the Divine Palace, countless gazes were fixed upon him.

And when the scream rang out, everyone knew that Haotian's spokesperson in the human world, the Sect Leader, had been defeated.

Who knows how many people felt disheartened; some even knelt on the ground, despairingly muttering to themselves: "How could the Sect Leader be defeated? Could it be that Haotian has abandoned the human world, abandoned the Xiling Divine Palace?"

Yu Liancheng looked at the groaning Xiong Chumo with a smile: "Who were you telling to go to their death just now?"

Xiong Chumo's body trembled, and a fawning, ingratiating smile appeared on his blood-covered face: "This lowly one... this lowly one spoke without thinking. I hope Mr. Yu will show mercy."

I fear no one could have imagined that as the Sect Leader of the Xiling Divine Palace, Xiong Chumo would actually discard his dignity just to survive.

Slap!

With a slight movement of Yu Liancheng's mind, a fierce gust of wind swept past, like a slap across Xiong Chumo's face. It twisted his head to the side, and a dozen teeth flew out of his mouth.

"You're smiling so hideously, don't come here to disgust people."

The corners of Xiong Chumo's mouth twitched, and boundless fury rose from the bottom of his heart. He could be considered the most noble big shot in the secular world, yet today he suffered such humiliation. However, lacking the courage to risk his life in a final struggle, he subconsciously gave a sheepish smile: "Yes, yes."

Slap! Slap! Two gusts of wind, back and forth, slapped Xiong Chumo's face again. He was left dizzy and lightheaded, not a single tooth remaining, his cheeks swollen high. This humiliation was even more painful to him than being sliced by a thousand knives.

"I told you not to smile, yet you still smile. Are you looking down on me?" Yu Liancheng chuckled.

"This lowly one dares not, this lowly one dares not." Xiong Chumo lowered his head, not daring to smile again, nor daring to let the other party see the fury in his eyes.

"Alright, let me ask you," Yu Liancheng said: "What is the method to enter Zhishou Temple?"

"This..."

Slap!

Another gust of wind swept past.

This gust was exceptionally fierce, sending Xiong Chumo's entire body flying.

"What is the method to enter Zhishou Temple?" Yu Liancheng's voice remained calm and indifferent.

Xiong Chumo's head was still buzzing from the blow. Before he could even think about Yu Liancheng's words, another gust of wind swept past. This one was even stronger than the last, sending Xiong Chumo flying horizontally to smash against the wall, leaving him bloody, his bones broken, and wailing incessantly.

"What is the method to enter Zhishou Temple?" Yu Liancheng spoke again.

"It is..."

Xiong Chumo sensed a dense, powerful surge of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi gathering beside him. If this were to sweep over him again, he feared his entire head would be blasted apart, dead beyond a doubt. He immediately spilled the method to enter Zhishou Temple.

"And who is currently guarding Zhishou Temple?"

After answering the first question, Xiong Chumo no longer held back, pouring out everything he knew like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

About a quarter of an hour later.

Yu Liancheng finished asking all his questions and fell into deep thought.

The Xiling Sect Leader knelt before him like an insignificant ant, like the most loyal hunting dog.

A moment later, Yu Liancheng finished his contemplation. Looking at the lowly Xiong Chumo, his voice became gentle: "Raise your head."

Xiong Chumo trembled all over and raised his head.

Slap!

A powerful gust of wind scraped across his face, leaving him dizzy and dazed.

"Looking at me with a blank expression, you're quite resentful, aren't you?" Yu Liancheng chuckled.

Xiong Chumo covered his mouth, his heart filled with raging fire, but he lowered his head and stammered: "It was you who told me not to smile."

"Oh, so that's how it is. You'd better keep smiling; you look even worse when you don't."

Xiong Chumo: "..."

"Besides, I've been thinking. When it comes to keeping a dog, one looks at its appearance first, and its character second. You look like a twisted, ugly mess, and you're a two-faced traitor; there's no telling when you might take a bite out of me." Yu Liancheng turned and left: "So, I think I won't keep this old dog after all."

Watching the figure of Yu Liancheng walking further and further away, Xiong Chumo felt wild joy in his heart. As for the question of whether or not to be a dog, he truly did not care much. Yet he had not considered that if one could not even be a dog, then what value was there? By what right could he offend Yu Liancheng and still retreat unscathed?

The next moment, a powerful surge of Qi roamed within his body, and amidst the screams of Xiong Chumo, his Snow Mountain Qi Sea was destroyed; the Xiling Sect Leader became a non-person.

Yu Liancheng walked outside the Divine Palace; he could still faintly hear the screams from within the hall, and could even more clearly sense the prying gazes from all around, yet he did not care. As he was about to leave, looking at the Peach Blossom covering the mountain, he suddenly remembered the words he had spoken when leaving the Sword Pavilion.

——And pluck Peach Blossom to trade for wine money.

Thus, with a light and nimble flick, his robe sleeves drifted out like flowing clouds.

At the moment of this sleeve-flick, his posture was composed, without a trace of worldly dust. But the prying Divine Palace personnel revealed expressions of extreme terror, for in their eyes, the two sleeves were like two streaks of clouds hanging from the sky, obscuring the firmament, causing even the sunlight to overturn, and the world fell into Darkness, where one could not see their own fingers.

When the light was restored, Yu Liancheng had vanished.

Along with Yu Liancheng, the Peach Blossom covering the mountain had also vanished.

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