Chapter 578: Yuanli

Li Xuanfeng was famous in the north-south struggle, and his reputation had spread not only to the north of the river but also to the forces between Yan and Zhao, all of whom had heard of him. This fame was earned by killing Murong Wu and shattering Yu Gan's dharma body. The fame was well-deserved, but the number of northern lineages he had offended definitely exceeded two hands; Li Xuanfeng himself couldn't even count them all.

These high-and-mighty Early Zifu and *Moha* would not care, but by killing the direct descendants of these people, with all the relatives, connections, and conflicts of interest, he had vaguely offended a large group of northern cultivators.

Li Xuanfeng understood the accumulation of heavy grudges in his heart, and now he didn't care at all which northern path he offended. As soon as he started, he used his full strength, humming in the air.

The Buddhist cultivator before him was a bit special; he didn't have that evil flavor, but was somewhat similar to the *Lüjin* of the 【Great Mu Dharma Realm】. His dharma light was much softer, almost approaching Kongheng.

The monk didn't look like a bad person, but there was no reason to hold back when he blocked his way for no reason. As soon as this Buddhist cultivator appeared, he immediately combined the five arrows and struck toward this person's dharma body.

"Hum!"

A group of golden brilliance instantly burst out in front of Li Xuanfeng, falling in a flurry, as if the sharp whistling sound of gold and stone breaking was ringing out. The burly man in front of him had his eyes light up, and the golden cassock draped over his body hung down. He laughed: "This little monk is Jianna. I have long heard of the donor's immortal arrows. I have pondered and thought about it for a long time, and I have found this technique to deal with it. I have been waiting for the donor's golden arrows!"

He had long since lifted his sleeves, and the entire golden cassock was held high, shining the side interwoven with golden patterns over. On it were circular, hollow golden pieces, releasing rolling white smoke and golden mist, chanting scriptures:

"【Venerable Great Tolerance Heaven Collection】 come!"

He spat out Sanskrit sounds, and the layers of golden grid nets on the cassock lit up together, divided brightly and cleanly. Inside, it seemed to contain infinity, flowing with golden curse patterns.

The golden light that shuttled over hummed in the air and fell into it. Jianna had both hands gripping the corners of the cassock, his arms sinking, and blue veins suddenly burst out.

This golden cassock floated in the air, wrapped tightly. Huge bulges were constantly restless and jumping, as if a violent wild snake had fallen into the cassock and was struggling to the death, pulling Jianna's face slightly red. He shouted: "Hit!"

All the magic power of his whole body flowed toward the cassock. For a time, he actually restrained it. This monk already had long, thin eyebrows and a clean, bald head, which revealed dense, light golden curse patterns under the blowing of the strong wind.

"This..."

Si Yuanli stood behind Li Xuanfeng, his eyes looking at the cassock, holding the large tripod in his hand, feeling a bit worried: "It's strange, like a combination of a peculiar magic tool and a matching dharma technique, specifically to deal with this kind of flying object. It seems this bald donkey is not simple... I don't know if Li Xuanfeng can control him..."

He looked down, seemingly not as at a loss as he appeared on the surface. The emerald green treasure sword at his waist jumped lightly, and the sword tip was already secretly pointing at the monk.

Master Jianna had just restrained the golden light and revealed a bit of self-satisfaction. His two thin eyebrows raised, and his two hands lifted and pinched, wanting to shake the golden light to another place, but he heard a low, iron-like voice: "How bold."

He only felt a sharp whistle rising in his ears, and his whole body was suddenly suffocated. The fierce man in the golden soft armor had already stepped in front of him, the golden bow on his back releasing scorching brilliance. Master Jianna was frightened and took a step back, shouting:

"You!"

Li Xuanfeng was only five feet away from him, which was only a step for him. This master was also very arrogant, and all his thoughts were on guarding against his next arrow. How could he have expected this? In an instant, he arrived in front of the monk. His tiger-like eyes opened slightly, his gray pupils quite terrifying. One hand pressed on the monk's neck, and the other pulled his bright cassock magic tool. The white-gold brilliance on his arms was dazzling, and he spat out his voice: "Drink!"

"Crack!"

Jianna struggled twice, dancing and gesturing in place for two circles, his neck crushed like a broken piece of wood, emitting a series of crisp sounds.

The moment Li Xuanfeng approached, his head had already rolled down, rushing to take off into the air, turning his head and running away. The cassock was even more dim, turning into a sky full of golden light.

"Bang!"

The next instant, Li Xuanfeng's straight punch penetrated his chest and came out from behind his body, bringing up a piece of colorful brilliance. The dull sound was not loud, but it was particularly ear-piercing.

Jianna's body fell like mud, and the head ran the fastest, jumping a mile away, looking over in horror.

This man was brushing away the sky full of golden light with one hand, beating it until it vanished. Five spiritual arrows drilled out from it, lined up, moving tail-to-tail, like five obedient golden-scaled fish, swimming around his palm.

Li Xuanfeng cast his gaze, his tone cold:

"Go."

"Hum..."

The five golden lights disappeared in his palm instantly. Master Jianna didn't even have time to speak, only feeling pain everywhere in his internal organs, his mind roaring. He endured the pain and pinched a magic spell, pulling out the golden cassock.

"Bang..."

But how could the cassock he had hurriedly condensed now compare to the one he had prepared for a long time? Like a wolf rushing into a grass hut, it persisted for a breath before being torn into a sky full of flying pieces.

"Puff..."

A sky full of delicate colorful flower petals fell in the air, five-colored, falling in a flurry. The five golden arrows appeared again by Li Xuanfeng's side, and Master Jianna's figure had already disappeared.

Li Xuanfeng's sharp eyebrows raised, not anxious. His gray eyes shot out a look of irony, and he said softly:

"Since the fellow Daoist had the heart to duel, why retreat in the face of battle and leave without saying goodbye?"

A golden-red mysterious arrow had long been waiting, jumping onto his dharma string impatiently. Li Xuanfeng's gray eyes narrowed, pulling it to a full moon, pointing far toward the north.

"Fall."

As soon as his voice fell, the golden-red one on the string disappeared. In the distance, a sky full of brilliance spread out, sand-like incense candle fire falling, dancing and jumping on the lake, and soon it plunged into the lake.

"Puff...!"

The sound of vomiting blood drifted back to Li Xuanfeng's ears with the wind. There were quite a few cultivators standing in the air, with different expressions, but when they met these eyebrows and eyes, they shifted their gazes one after another, not daring to look him in the eye.

"It is indeed well-deserved. This monk is truly naive... it has become a laughingstock."

The light on Li Xuanfeng's bow dimmed, and the white-gold patterns on his face slowly disappeared. Si Yuanli hurried over and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Xuanfeng! Is that Jianna bald donkey dead?"

This Jianna was obviously a leader among the Buddhist cultivators, and his escape and life-saving skills were not bad. His aura was somewhat close to ancient Buddhism, and his magic arts had no evil flavor. Li Xuanfeng had left some leeway in the end, not enough to beat him to death.

Although he had left some leeway secretly, in order to deter the surrounding demonic cultivators, he did the surface work very well. He walked down a few steps as if nothing had happened, landed in front of the six square tripods, looked at the dazzling array of things in front of him, and said softly to the person behind him:

"Please..."

"This..."

Li Xuanfeng stood alone under the immortal seat. The surrounding demonic cultivators stopped in the air. Although they didn't dare to drive the wind closer, their greedy and reluctant gazes shot over together. Si Yuanli stared at the square tripod and swallowed his saliva, answering:

"Brother Xuanfeng! How can I be embarrassed to take any more? The best treasures have already fallen into my hands... Brother Xuanfeng, you can handle it yourself..."

'Hmm...?'

This sentence made Li Xuanfeng surprised, and he paid attention in his heart. Looking at this person's honest and simple appearance, Li Xuanfeng waved his hand casually, and the spiritual objects on the ground were reduced by only two layers.

The dark black screen naturally fell into his hands together. Li Xuanfeng did not stay long and flew up with him on the wind. The group of demonic cultivators behind could no longer hold back, fighting fiercely in the hall, erupting with a roar.

Li Xuanfeng naturally could not take them all at once. He watched coldly as the group of demonic and Buddhist cultivators fought fiercely. The seven in the main hall also decided the outcome, and several demonic lights fled in embarrassment, scurrying in the air.

"Murong Gong!"

A sound like a thunderclap echoed in the air. Surging true fire gushed out, and the golden-red brilliance rushed into the sky, dropping pieces of flames. When this fire first appeared, it was golden-red, but when it fell to mid-air, it turned into a dark red color, making the air sizzle.

Gao Fangjing, in a dark red robe, had flames flowing on his face, his two hands entangled with raging flames, chasing out of the hall like a demon god. That purple light jumped out in a wilted manner. This Gao Fangjing laughed wantonly: "Come! Old dog Murong, bark again and let Grandpa hear it? Do you still have the leisure to talk now?"

His strength was indeed extremely strong, beating Murong Gong and that demonic cultivator into embarrassment, each fleeing. The crowd of cultivators also looked sideways, watching him take the horse spear and chase all the way out, with fire everywhere in the air.

Li Xuanfeng scanned it, and Si Yuanli's soft voice came to his ears:

"Brother Xuanfeng, what now?"

Si Yuanli's words just now made Li Xuanfeng unsure of his temperament, so he answered softly:

"It all depends on the fellow Daoist."

Si Yuanli clutched the large tripod, silent. He understood better than the few present what was in the tripod. He held it very tightly, his hands turning white on the blue tripod rim, his expression solemn: 'The direction is wrong... The True Person said that a small hall in the lake had my family's things, but I have already missed it... All the True Persons are watching on the water, but I cannot show it too obviously...'

'In order not to provoke public anger, I already pushed it back to Li Xuanfeng, making him suspicious... This is not a bad thing. After all, he has been one of us so far... If I can go with the flow, it will be easier for me to handle.'

He thought with some irritability in his heart, but his face was still that look of being at a loss. He shook his head and answered: "Why not find another place to rest and wait for the True Person to call us out?"

Li Xuanfeng heard clearly and didn't believe his thoughts at all, which could be considered as confirming his guess: "The Si family is low-key, but not stupid... Although I have never heard of this Si Yuanli, True Person Yuanxiu secretly gave me that 【Please Lord Hold Gold Talisman】, there must be a reason..."

"If this matter was settled so easily, why give me a Early Zifu-level talisman? What's more, True Person Yuanxiu has a unique reputation in talisman arts. This talisman is not an ordinary object. How could it be given to me for nothing?"

"There must be a layout here. As he says, I will just protect him."

Seeing Si Yuanli looking over, Li Xuanfeng did not think too much, sorted out his guesses, and said softly:

"It all depends on the fellow Daoist's arrangement!"

Si Yuanli nodded busily, looking cowardly and weak, and answered:

"There are many northern cultivators here. Brother Xuanfeng has great strength and is naturally not afraid, but it is hard to guarantee that there are no peculiar methods that are hard to guard against. It is not appropriate to stay long..."

"Just now, along the way, there were many small halls missed on the lake. Although there are no good things in them, they are safe and convenient. Why not go and see?"

Li Xuanfeng responded, and suddenly understood:

"I said this old fellow was reluctant just now, looking like he was greedy for sesame seeds and lost the watermelon. It turns out that the things the True Person explained are in the small halls on this lake..."

He had this thought flash through his mind like lightning. Although Si Yuanli acted cowardly, his eyes happened to meet his, and he was indeed full of timidity, acting ten out of ten.

Since he acted to this point, Li Xuanfeng also frowned in cooperation and said heavily: "Since I have been ordered to look after the fellow Daoist, I will naturally follow the fellow Daoist."

Si Yuanli laughed, and quickly moved away from the mountain cliff in the center of the battlefield. There were still a few demonic and Buddhist cultivators behind who were not dead, their hesitant gazes trailing far behind. He drew his emerald green treasure sword, revealing a look of relief.

'Able to fight, able to bend and stretch, experienced in human feelings, and still able to know the current affairs. No wonder he is valued by so many Purple Mansions... Truly a good golden bow to use...'

He looked around, searching for the palace on the lake, and still had the heart to pass through his mind twice:

"No wonder True Person Yuanxiu married his clansman to him... He values him so much. When Yuanxiu dies, his own True Person will soon transfer him to use..."

"Yu Su is greedy, Shedu does not care about his relatives, and although Lin Ling Gu Rao is powerful, the Lin Gu family has too deep a connection with the 【Great *Xiukui* View】. Only he has outstanding ability, values feelings, and likes to threaten. If I were the Early Zifu... I would also use him to be comfortable..."

Si Yuanli paused slightly. A small palace had already appeared on the lake under his feet. He quickly restrained his thoughts, made a look of surprise, looked up, and asked: "Now there are still people looting outside?"

"I should let the fellow Daoist know that not every family sends their direct descendants in... Some have insufficient strength and stop early on the periphery to collect spiritual objects and treasures, which is also a good strategy."

Si Yuanli was still pretending, and Li Xuanfeng accompanied him with a sentence, his gaze sweeping across the demonic cultivator below, suddenly narrowing his eyes, and whispering:

"Hmm?"

That demonic cultivator had a cold face, holding a gloomy demonic knife in his hand, his nose bridge was high, and his eye sockets were very deep. At a glance, he was one of the northernmost batch of cultivators. Whether it was Monan or Mobei, the Hu-Jie bloodline was eight or nine out of ten.

Although Li Xuanfeng had never seen this person, he felt that this attire and description were very similar. He looked over quietly, and the golden bow behind him jumped up and fell into his hand.

'It's a coincidence. I've killed so many times in the rolling demonic smoke, but I haven't found this guy's figure. I actually bumped into him in this 【Great Ning Palace】.'

After all, the person in front was a demonic cultivator. Si Yuanli didn't find it strange that he picked up the bow. Instead, seeing his solemn expression, he thought it was some formidable enemy and whispered:

"Brother Xuanfeng? Who is this?" ===== CHAPTER 579 =====