Chapter 689: Which girl is the most moist?

Yu Liancheng held a black umbrella, strolling leisurely through Chang'an City, admiring the picturesque scenery of the city.

When he stepped onto Vermilion Bird Street, which led to the Imperial Palace, he raised his eyebrows and slowly came to a halt.

Vermilion Bird Street was originally gray, but after being moistened by the drizzle, it had turned black.

Yu Liancheng stood by the roadside and looked out, feeling that it was like a black, straight, natural ribbon worn on the chest of the magnificent Chang'an City, elegant and solemn.

In the middle of Vermilion Bird Street stood a lifelike Vermilion Bird Statue, its wings spread wide as if it were about to take flight.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the Vermilion Bird Statue; the statue was staring at him with an awe-inspiring gaze, as if it might turn from stone into a real Vermilion Bird at any moment and pounce on him.

"Silly bird."

Yu Liancheng greeted the Vermilion Bird in a friendly manner.

"Screech!"

It was as if a cry had rung out.

In an instant, Yu Liancheng perceived in his mind that something strange and powerful had descended, and the once noisy and bustling Vermilion Bird Street fell completely silent. The pedestrians and merchants, the warriors wearing swords and blades, the soldiers guarding the city walls, and the neighbor's young wife looking around—all of them vanished at this moment.

In heaven and on earth, only this Vermilion Bird Street remained, along with Yu Liancheng and the Vermilion Bird Statue on it.

Another clear, resonant cry rang out between heaven and earth; the Vermilion Bird Statue had transformed into a real Vermilion Bird, every feather burning with flames that distorted the void, whipping up a scorching hurricane as it pounced toward Yu Liancheng.

Facing the terrifying pounce of the Vermilion Bird, Yu Liancheng stomped his foot, and the rainwater on the ground floated up, then shot toward the Vermilion Bird in a barrage. Each raindrop, as it streaked through the void, stretched and deformed, turning into a water sword radiating sharpness, piercing the void with a hissing sound.

Raindrops continuously pelted the Vermilion Bird, the flames on its body rapidly withered and extinguished, and its entire body began to twist and deform; at the very moment it was about to collide with Yu Liancheng, it let out a mournful cry and vanished into the void.

And at the moment the Vermilion Bird disappeared, the surrounding bustle resumed, pedestrians walked along Vermilion Bird Street, and everything that had happened before seemed to be nothing more than an illusion of Yu Liancheng's.

Only, if one were to carefully observe the Vermilion Bird Statue, one would find that the spirit of the statue seemed much dimmer than before, appearing more like a mere statue.

Crack, a crisp sound, and an imperceptible crack appeared on the left wing of the Vermilion Bird.

Yu Liancheng walked up to the Vermilion Bird and laughed: "I am a guest of your Fuzi, so don't be so reckless next time. It's fortunate you met a kind-hearted person like me. If you run into someone ruthless next time, they'll knock your head right off." He casually patted the Vermilion Bird's head, clearly sensing a hint of fear, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.

A moment later, a carriage sped over.

The carriage was moving very fast, yet it could weave through the surging crowd, which seemed incredible. On the wheels and the carriage body, one could clearly see talisman light flickering.

"Faster, a little faster."

"Don't stop!"

A hurried and aged voice came from inside the carriage.

The coachman's forehead was sweating, and he whipped the horses incessantly, not caring at all about ruining this precious horse worth a thousand gold pieces.

Before long, the horses stopped in front of the Vermilion Bird Statue.

A slovenly old Daoist jumped out of the carriage in a hurry; it was the Talisman Master Yan Se. He looked at the cracks on the Vermilion Bird Statue, sensed that trace of astonishing Sword Intent, and beat his chest and stamped his feet, cursing: "Yu Liancheng, you bastard, you've caused so much trouble the moment you entered Chang'an. Don't let me catch you, or you'll have a hard time!"

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One of the most important reasons why the Tang Empire has been able to stand for a thousand years without falling is the support of the Academy, or more accurately, the support of Fuzi.

As the capital of Datang, under the feet of the Emperor, Fuzi set up the Jingshen Array in Chang'an.

This array can be called the greatest array in the world, and in this world, the only "God" is Haotian; the power and function of the array can be heard just from its name, which is why many old stubborn men in the Xiling Divine Palace often fly into a rage when they hear the three words "Jingshen Array," because it is a blasphemy against Haotian.

As the final safeguard of the Tang Empire, the importance of the Jingshen Array goes without saying.

The Vermilion Bird is an ancient divine beast that guards Chang'an; it can bolster the function of the Jingshen Array and is also the eye of the array, placed on Vermilion Bird Street. The only people who could attract the Vermilion Bird's attention and manage to injure it are Wei Guangming and Yu Liancheng.

Wei Guangming had been hiding in Chang'an for many days; there was no reason for him to suddenly appear and then severely injure the Vermilion Bird.

It was most likely the work of Yu Liancheng, who entered Chang'an today.

"I wonder where this scoundrel went? He only knows how to cause trouble for me; now I don't even have time to go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion." Yan Se cursed; he was the one guarding the array, so if there was a problem with the Jingshen Array, it was his job to be busy. As for Fuzi, he had no time to deal with such "small matters."

"Right, I must also pass this news to my junior brother so he can prepare early."

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Zhuo Er.

Because he was born extremely dark, he was called "Xiao Heizi" by those who knew him well.

In the sixth year of Tianqi, when Datang went to war with the Yan Kingdom, the right-wing army led by General Xia Hou slaughtered several villages in the Yellow Wind Ridge area, passing off the heads of the young and able-bodied male villagers as those of Yan cavalry leaders, and afterwards, they shifted the responsibility for the slaughter of these villages onto the people of the Yan Kingdom.

Xia Hou thought this matter was foolproof, but in reality, a dark and thin boy had escaped; that person was Zhuo Er.

Zhuo Er met Ning Que, who was also fleeing for his life, in the Min Mountain area, and they became inseparable partners.

Because their loved ones had all died at the hands of Xia Hou and that prince.

They had the same goal: to kill Xia Hou and that prince.

Unlike Ning Que, who had absolutely no talent for cultivation, Zhuo Er's Snow Mountain Qi Sea was open, and he was brought into the world of cultivation by an old man.

Unfortunately, his teacher had only just stepped into the Knowing Destiny Realm by the day he died, and as for Zhuo Er, he was still struggling in the Initial Realm.

In order to obtain more intelligence on Xia Hou, Zhuo Er mingled in the military department and provided Ning Que with quite a bit of information.

Later on, he was sent by the military department into the Fish Dragon Gang, the number one gang in Chang'an, to monitor the movements of the Fish Dragon Gang.

But Zhuo Er was moved by the camaraderie of the brothers in the Fish Dragon Gang and stopped leaking information, even showing signs of defecting, which led to the pursuit in the spring rain.

He suffered a severe injury to his abdomen; even if he weren't arrested by the Imperial Guards, he would have died.

But he was not arrested by the military department, nor did he die.

When Xiao Heizi regained consciousness, he found that the wound on his abdomen had actually healed; apart from his hands and feet feeling a bit weak, there was nothing else wrong.

Immediately after, Xiao Heizi looked around and discovered that he was in a quiet and elegant pavilion, and there were bursts of string and wind music coming from outside the pavilion.

This place is... the Red Sleeve Pavilion?

Everyone living in Chang'an City knows that Datang is the number one powerful nation in the world. Chang'an is the number one majestic city in the world, and the Red Sleeve Pavilion is the number one brothel in the world.

Xiao Heizi had followed the Fish Dragon Gang Gang Leader Chao Xiaoshu here twice, and the memory was particularly deep.

Immediately after, Zhuo Er saw a person, or more accurately, a back, dashing and elegant, extremely handsome.

That's not right.

Zhuo Er shook his head.

A mere back view, being dashing and elegant is one thing, but how could one tell it was handsome? Could it be a side effect of excessive blood loss?

Waiting until the gaze looked toward that back view once more.

Yet one had to admit, it was indeed very handsome.

A very handsome back view.

"You're awake." Yu Liancheng turned around, looking at Zhuo Er.

No wonder.

When seeing this person's appearance, Zhuo Er suddenly realized, finally confirming why he felt it was handsome just by seeing a black shadow.

"Is... is it you who saved me?"

Zhuo Er said uncertainly.

He vaguely remembered that when he fled to Linjie 47th Lane, he saw a black figure eating hot and sour noodle soup, which seemed to be the person before him.

"It is me." Yu Liancheng held a wine pot that looked like white jade in his palm, sniffing the faint scent of sweet osmanthus, leaning against the railing, possessing an indescribable ease and romantic charm.

"Many thanks to my benefactor for saving my life; Zhuo Er will surely repay you generously in the future."

Zhuo Er immediately kowtowed three times with a "thud, thud, thud" sound, then stood up, his face resolute: "It's just that I must leave now, otherwise, once the Imperial Guards see me, it will implicate my benefactor."

"Since I have saved you, I naturally will not let you be killed by others at will." Yu Liancheng took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Do you want revenge? To avenge your relatives and friends who died at the border."

"Benefactor, what do you mean by this?"

Although Zhuo Er's brain was not very sharp, he was at least not too stupid, and immediately became vigilant.

In the world today, the only people who knew his background were Ning Que and Sang Sang.

"No need to be vigilant toward me; if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't even need to move a finger." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping toward Zhuo Er.

The moment these words fell, Zhuo Er suddenly felt the entire room expanding rapidly. More accurately, it was he himself who was constantly shrinking, getting smaller and smaller. Until finally, he turned into an inconspicuous speck of dust, and any object felt as vast and immense to him as a Divine Mountain or the firmament, and his mind was completely suppressed, making even breathing difficult.

The next moment, everything returned to normal.

Zhuo Er gasped for air.

If that strange situation had lasted a little longer, he might have even been crushed to death by that sense of oppression.

He finally fully believed that this person indeed had the ability to save him from the hands of the Imperial Guards.

And if the other party wanted to kill him, it indeed would not require much effort, perhaps just a single thought.

"My name is Yu Liancheng, you can call me Mr. Yu or Young Master Yu." Yu Liancheng drank the last drop of wine in the pot.

"Yu Liancheng?" Zhuo Er first silently recited this name in his heart, feeling that the name was very familiar, then his body trembled, and he knelt on the ground again: "Please, Mr. Yu, take me as your disciple."

Although he was in the Tang Kingdom, he had heard of Yu Liancheng entering Taoshan alone and killing Qu Ni with a flick of his finger.

This was the top existence in the cultivation world; if he could be taken as a disciple by the other party, then revenge would be possible.

As for why the other party knew he wanted revenge, it was no longer important.

Xiao Heizi, who was clumsy with words, could not find anything to say to please Yu Liancheng, so he just kept kowtowing, kowtowing without any hesitation, continuously making "thud, thud" sounds.

"These days, why are there guys kowtowing to become disciples everywhere, and why are they all men? Can't a beautiful young girl come, or a beautiful young woman would also do."

Yu Liancheng muttered, then his expression became slightly solemn: "I do not take disciples, but do you really want revenge?!"

Hearing the first half of Yu Liancheng's sentence, Zhuo Er's heart sank, but the next sentence made his heart jump wildly again. He knocked his forehead heavily on the ground, breaking the skin and leaving a bloodstain: "As long as Mr. Yu can help me get revenge, Zhuo Er is willing to pay any price."

"Your talent is very poor." Yu Liancheng spoke slowly again.

"Please, Mr. Yu, help me." Zhuo Er gritted his teeth, and his head smashed heavily against the ground again.

He indeed had talent for cultivation, but it was only barely passing; otherwise, he would not have been stuck in the Initial Realm after cultivating for many years.

"But if you really want to learn, I can teach you Demon Sect techniques, which have nothing to do with the Snow Mountain Qi Sea."

"Even if it means becoming a Demon, I am willing." Zhuo Er said, gritting his teeth.

Yu Liancheng said: "With your talent, even if I pass you Demon Sect techniques, you would still need at least thirty years of bitter cultivation to truly unleash the power of this technique and kill your enemy."

"Thirty years..." Zhuo Er was stunned: "This... the time is too long."

He of course knew that being able to contend with a top martial artist like Xia Hou, or even kill him, in thirty years was something many people dreamed of.

But thirty years was too long; no one knew if there would be other changes in these thirty years, such as Xia Hou dying of illness...

Even if the enemy died, if it had nothing to do with him and was not killed by his own hand, there would be no pleasure in revenge.

Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Time is not a problem. I can allow you to become an expert rivaling the Knowing Destiny Realm in at most two or three months, but it depends on whether you have the determination for thirty years of bitter practice."

Zhuo Er said firmly: "I do."

"Good, first gain some insight."

Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and a stream of light flew into Zhuo Er's mind.

Boom!

It was as if a roll of thunder exploded in his mind; Zhuo Er was shaken until his face turned pale, his body swaying.

A piece of information appeared out of thin air in his mind, composed of images and text.

In the images, a figure was performing a blade technique; the blade light soared and turned, changing strangely, as fast as lightning.

This set of blade techniques was vastly different from any blade technique Zhuo Er had seen before. With one slash, a gale whistled, as if it could dye the world blood-red, and there were millions of fierce ghosts wailing, like the netherworld, like hell. Moreover, every slash revealed a strange and bizarre flavor, slashing from unimaginable places and sheathing the blade from unimaginable places.

And the text on the side was the explanation of this blade technique.

The name of the blade technique was called "Dark-Mystery Thirty-Eight Forms".

"This blade technique is sharp and treacherous, taking an unconventional path, while also incorporating the intent of battlefield slaughter. Once the blade technique is unleashed, it is like the netherworld descending, terrifying the mind. You need at least thirty years of bitter cultivation to master it."

Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve, and a Chessboard appeared in his palm: "This is the Buddha's Chessboard, which can slow down time. You can stay inside for decades, while only a few months will pass in the outside world. But you must practice diligently, otherwise, when the time is up, if you cannot cultivate the blade technique to its peak, I will take your life."

After saying this, he took the still-dazed Xiao Heizi into the "Buddha's Chessboard".

"I hope you do not disappoint me."

Yu Liancheng muttered to himself; although he took in Xiao Heizi casually, he still had certain expectations for him, as there was one thing that needed him to complete.

Then, he looked toward the direction of the Southern Jin, a smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Su, you truly surprise me. Now, I will continue to find assistants for you; you just hold on."

It was dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun scattered down.

Li Qingshan, the National Master of Datang, stood upon a high platform in the backyard of the Haotian Taoist Temple.

One of Li Qingshan's daily hobbies was to stay on this high platform and overlook the entire Chang'an City.

He loved every blade of grass and every tree in Chang'an, and he had expended countless efforts for the prosperity of this Datang. Whenever he saw those pedestrians with smiles on their faces, he always felt that all his efforts were worth it.

But this time, standing on the high platform, Li Qingshan did not feel his usual pleasure and enjoyment.

He looked around, feeling that even the afterglow of the setting sun was unusually piercing.

It was as piercing as a sword hanging over his head.

This sword had killed the Caijuedashengonguan, slashed the full mountain of Peach Blossom on Taoshan, and defeated the Book Saint Wang Shusheng of Mogan Mountain... Now, this sword was in Chang'an City.

The danger was extreme.

"Yu Liancheng..."

Li Qingshan muttered to himself, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Today, he had received two messages in succession: one was that the Imperial Guard was pursuing an imperial spy, but that spy had disappeared in broad daylight. The second was that an anomaly had occurred on Vermilion Bird Street, and the Vermilion Bird had been injured by someone...

And these two matters, he feared, were both the work of Yu Liancheng.

That person had truly entered Chang'an.

Moreover, unlike Wei Guangming, who disappeared into the vast sea of people as soon as he entered Chang'an, Yu Liancheng was instead acting ostentatiously and causing trouble.

"He must be found. Having such a person in Chang'an is truly too dangerous." Li Qingshan's expression was solemn; he had already ordered people to search for Yu Liancheng within the city.

"Perhaps he came with good intentions. I think it is better to deliberate carefully; if you accidentally anger the other party, it will be bad instead." A voice sounded from behind him.

"What do you know?! One does not visit the temple without a cause; Yu Liancheng, he..."

Li Qingshan shouted sternly, but the shouting stopped abruptly, and the final word "he" even carried a tremor. It was as if a rooster preparing to crow had been grabbed by the throat.

Because he suddenly remembered that he was the only one on this high platform.

And there were not many people in the entire cultivation world who could approach him, the National Master of Datang, without a sound.

Li Qingshan turned his head with difficulty and saw a handsome man in fluttering black clothes with a smile on his face.

"Of course I know. If I didn't even know what I was thinking, wouldn't that mean something is wrong with my brain?" Yu Liancheng shrugged, his body still carrying the scent of rouge and powder from the good girls at the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

Li Qingshan looked at the man in black as if facing a formidable enemy. The Mind Power within his Qi Sea and Snow Mountain surged, ready to erupt at any moment to stir the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and launch the most violent Divine Art.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I didn't come to you to fight."

Yu Liancheng waved his hands and smiled: "Actually, among the people I most wanted to see upon entering Chang'an this time, besides Fuzi, it was you, Li Qingshan."

"Oh, I wonder what virtue or ability I, Li Qingshan, possess to be so remembered by Your Excellency?"

Li Qingshan's expression was grave; he kept his hands behind his back and silently cast a Divine Art.

"Mainly, I wanted to say a few words to you and ask you a few questions," Yu Liancheng said.

"Please speak."

Yu Liancheng took a deep breath and said seriously: "Li Qingshan, have you found the cow?"

Li Qingshan was stunned: "Find a cow? Find what cow?"

He was a National Master of Datang; what cow would he be looking for?

The next moment, Yu Liancheng suddenly appeared in front of Li Qingshan, grabbing the other's shoulders with both hands: "What about the ambition of the Nine Heavens we agreed upon? You cannot slack off. You carry the expectations of all living beings in the Demon Realm; go and turn the world upside down for me. With your current situation, it doesn't even count as 'fishing for three days and drying nets for two'; stop slacking off for me!"

"

Li Qingshan: "...??"

What is wrong with this guy? What exactly is he talking about? Why is there a trace of resentment mixed in with his excitement?

At the same time, this National Master of Datang could not help but feel a surge of astonishment in his heart. It was one thing that the other party had appeared behind him silently before—at that time he was thinking about problems and had not paid attention to his surroundings—but as this person spoke, he suddenly grabbed his shoulders, and he still could not react in the slightest.

Moreover, this person's hands were extremely powerful; no matter what, he could not break free, and his entire shoulder was being pinched in pain. But fortunately, he did not feel a shred of killing intent from the other party at the moment.

"Stop, let go of my junior brother!"

Just then, a shout rang out.

At the same time, a violent wind swirled, and a strand of Talisman intent transformed into countless wind blades, sweeping toward Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng waved his hand casually, unexpectedly stirring up a hurricane that collided with the countless wind blades.

Boom—!

The entire high platform trembled in the hurricane of wind blades and finally collapsed with a crash.

Yu Liancheng drifted down, and more than ten feet in front of him, a slovenly old Taoist appeared, and Li Qingshan also drifted to the old Taoist's side.

"Good lad, finally caught you."

The old Taoist was, of course, the Divine Talisman Master Yan Se. The Divine Art Li Qingshan had cast earlier was to notify Yan Se to come to this place quickly.

Yan Se snorted coldly and said: "Lad, confess truthfully, was it you who left a crack on the Vermilion Bird?!"

Yu Liancheng smiled: "So what if it was me?"

"Good, lad, do you know that crack will take me at least a month to repair? In this month, I won't be able to go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion to have fun." Yan Se was full of anger.

"Oh, you like that girl? I can go to the Red Sleeve Pavilion to take extra care of her for you," Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Rest assured, I guarantee I will take care of her properly."

"I am old but vigorous; I don't need your help."

Yan Se was so angry he hopped on one foot. He reached his right hand out of his Taoist sleeve and waved it gently. Like flowing clouds and moving water, intentionally or unintentionally, he gathered the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to form a great Talisman. The Talisman intent was awe-inspiring and indescribably powerful. Attracted by the Talisman power, countless mountain rocks floated up, densely arranged in the air like countless huge water droplets, or perhaps like a stone wall piled up at will.

"I heard you once defeated the Book Saint Wang Shusheng with the Talisman Dao. Why don't we have a Talisman Dao duel today? You lad better not say you don't dare!?"

Clearly, he also knew that a direct confrontation would not make him a match for Yu Liancheng, so he came up with the idea of a Talisman Dao duel, using a not-so-clever provocation.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and beckoned to Yan Se.

"Good, truly high-spirited." Yan Se's slender fingers trembled slightly, and the "Mountain" character talisman was activated once again.

The mountain rocks gathered in mid-air whistled as they smashed toward Yu Liancheng, like a torrential summer night downpour, only the raindrops were a bit too massive.

Yu Liancheng also casually wrote a "Water" character talisman; infinite water vapor turned into substance, condensing into a semi-transparent water wall.

Because there were so many mountain rocks, a portion smashed into the ground, instantly creating countless pits and splashing up dust that blotted out the sky and sun. More rocks smashed against the water wall, being enveloped by the soft water force, either deflected or bounced away; every time a rock struck the water surface, it splashed up countless ripples.

Yet no matter how fierce the sky-filling mountain rocks were, as if they would never stop, they could not break through this layer of water wall that did not seem particularly thick.

"You truly have some skill."

Yan Se's expression grew increasingly solemn, and he wrote an "Electricity" character talisman again; instantly, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder brewed in the heavens, and then it was as if a glowing waterfall poured down toward the direction where Yu Liancheng was.

Yu Liancheng drew an "Earth" character talisman; amidst the violent trembling of the ground, a thick earth wall rose from the ground, blocking the violent thunder from above.

An extremely brilliant and intense battle between Divine Talisman Masters had thus begun.

The reason Yu Liancheng had been able to defeat Wang Shusheng with the Talisman Dao previously was mostly due to taking advantage of a trick; now, this battle could be considered a true fight using talismans.

It must be said that Yan Se's strength in the Talisman Dao was indeed a cut above Wang Shusheng's; without needing a Life-bound Object, using his fingers as a brush, he sketched at will, creating Divine Talismans that made heaven and earth lose their color.

And Yu Liancheng had condensed a Divine Talisman last autumn, becoming a Divine Talisman Master.

Now that several months had passed, his Talisman Dao had reached a higher level, and facing Yan Se, a master who could be called the world's number one Divine Talisman Master, he felt no fear.

Under the clash of the two men's talisman intents, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi surged crazily, and building after building in the Haotian Taoist Temple was destroyed. From time to time, scenes of lightning, hurricanes, and earthquakes appeared, which were extremely astonishing.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yan Se's expression grew increasingly solemn; almost all the talismans he was proficient in had no effect on Yu Liancheng.

Then, only the last one remained.

Yan Se took a deep breath and lightly brushed his Taoist sleeve.

The Taoist sleeve swept horizontally in front of him like a sharp horizontal line, whistling and breaking the wind, brushing away all obstacles.

He slowly moved his right arm and drew one horizontal and two vertical lines—three invisible and heavy lines. Combined with the previous horizontal line, it formed two horizontal and two vertical lines, two of each, interwoven with one another.

It was the "Well" character.

The violent and terrifying talisman intent kept tearing at the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, calm yet harboring danger.

It even seemed to possess a spirit, carrying disdain and pride, because it was the most powerful Well character talisman in the world.

Simple lines, uniform and balanced.

When this talisman intent descended between the cliffs, the air was sliced open, trees turned into powder, and Yu Liancheng's talisman intent was also shattered to pieces.

This was the realm of the world's number one Divine Talisman Master pursuing the ultimate of the Talisman Dao.

The seemingly ordinary, effortless Well character talisman possessed terrifying talisman intent, capable of slicing through not just all things in heaven and earth, but even space itself.

Now, the talisman intent of this Well character talisman had broken through Yu Liancheng's surging talisman intent and was heading toward him.

There was no doubt that even a powerhouse of the Knowing Destiny Realm might be sliced into countless fragments in an instant before this talisman intent.

Of course, with Yu Liancheng's strength, a simple punch would have been enough to completely shatter this talisman intent. But he did not, because this was a duel of the Talisman Dao.

He made a simple stroke in the void.

This stroke represented a Divine Talisman.

A talisman intent simpler than the Well character talisman, yet even sharper, appeared.

The "One" character talisman.

A Divine Talisman representing infinite Sword Intent.

Vast and mighty Sword Qi emerged from the One character talisman, surging in waves, clashing with the talisman intent of the Well character talisman.

Two powerful Divine Talismans collided without any frills. The entire space was being shredded, and heaven and earth trembled incessantly. This was a duel that shook the secular world, and the scene was chilling to the extreme. The horizontal and sharp talisman intents sliced, struggled, and annihilated each other; it is feared that even an ordinary existence above the Five Realms, if placed within these two talisman intents, would meet a miserable end.

Many Taoists of the Haotian Dao Southern Gate saw this duel; even though their realms were not low and they had seen the world, they still felt heart-pounding fear and subconsciously hid far away, afraid that a stray bit of talisman intent would tear them to pieces.

No matter how strong a Divine Talisman is, it is ultimately driven by a person and is limited, not infinite; the talisman intent finally gradually dissipated.

Yu Liancheng and Yan Se appeared before everyone.

Yu Liancheng was still as graceful and dashing as ever; even knowing this person was from the Demon sect, one had to admit that he was indeed a very charming figure.

Only upon closer inspection could one see a patch of crisscrossing scratches on his sleeve, as if a mischievous child had used a small knife to draw two horizontal lines and two vertical lines on his clothes.

As for Master Yan Se, he seemed to have aged ten years; his Taoist robe on his chest was torn, and there was a shallow wound from which blood flowed continuously. Although it was not a fatal injury, the outcome had been decided.

"Truly, the waves of the Changjiang River push the ones in front." Yan Se's breath was weak: "I am convinced of my defeat. Strike; to die at the hands of a peerless figure like you is not a grievance."

Yu Liancheng frowned and said: "Why would I kill you?"

Yan Se was stunned and asked suspiciously: "Are you not here to destroy the Haotian Dao Southern Gate?"

"Why would I destroy the Haotian Dao Southern Gate? Am I bored out of my mind?" Yu Liancheng rolled his eyes: "I already said, I came with good intentions. If not for that, Fuzi would have already made a move."

Yan Se said: "Then why were you grabbing my Junior Brother just now?"

"Just wanted to vent my resentment on a guy who is also named 'Li Qingshan'."

Yu Liancheng waved his hand indifferently and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "But come to think of it, even if you hadn't come, I would have looked for you."

"Oh?"

"I have a question I want to ask you."

"What is it?"

Yu Liancheng walked toward Yan Se and whispered: "You are a senior veteran in the Red Sleeve Pavilion; tell me quickly, which girl is the most supple?"

Upon hearing Red Sleeve Pavilion, Yan Se was first stunned, then immediately revealed a lewd and self-satisfied smile, stroking his sparse beard: "Ah, that is a long story..."

Li Qingshan watched the whispering Yu Liancheng and Yan Se, especially his Senior Brother whose expression was becoming increasingly lewd, and he was left between laughter and tears.

Senior Brother, you are still in a state of Pure Yang, so could you stop pretending to be a veteran?

No, I shouldn't be focusing on such strange questions.

Li Qingshan's gaze swept around the surroundings again, looking at the Taoist temple that had almost entirely collapsed, and his smile finally gradually froze.

"My Taoist temple!

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