Chapter 487: Zhou Ke'er (Two-in-One)

"Um, Sect Master Ying, may I ask you a question?"

After dodging, Ren Yidao put some distance between himself and Ying Tengjiao, not in a rush to attack, just watching him with a smile.

"I feel like I don't look that easy to bully, do I? Why would you think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Huhu found it very strange.

You are a sect master, after all; do you not even have this bit of discernment?

"..."

Seeing Ying Tengjiao staring at him gloomily, unwilling to say a single extra word, Ren Yidao shook his head, feeling a bit bored:

"Don't be so silent, talk to me a bit more. Don't be shy, Sect Master Ying, just take it as me giving you some time to recover your hand."

Ren Yidao's strike just now had been very tricky; the bones at the point of impact were all shattered, not something that could be easily recovered from in a short while.

His words seemed to be giving Ying Tengjiao a way out, but in the eyes of the Sect Master, this was nothing but naked humiliation.

He, Ying Tengjiao, was a dignified Heaven Realm expert and a sect master; how could he endure such an insult from a mere yellow-mouthed child!

Ying Tengjiao was incensed and let out an angry snort.

"Hmph! And what is difficult about this?"

He stopped being cautious and focused all his energy on repairing his wrist, gathering all his strength into one point.

Crack, crack.

Accompanied by two flicks, his shattered bones actually healed successfully, and his wrist moved as before, with no visible difference from before.

"Oh?"

This made Ren Yidao take another look, feeling a bit curious, "What kind of technique is this? It feels a bit different from ordinary tendon and bone regeneration."

Ren Yidao was just speaking casually and didn't really want to investigate anything, but these words made Ying Tengjiao's expression turn smug.

"Hmph, I suppose you still have some discernment!" He laughed loudly under Ren Yidao's puzzled gaze, lifting his fully recovered wrist to show it off in all directions.

"Everyone, please look! This is the 'Divine Eagle Regeneration Chapter' from the 'Purple Eagle Divine Art'! It is the non-transferable secret of our Purple Shadow Sect's third-generation sect master! No matter how heavy the injury, as long as one masters this divine art, one can recover as before within ten breaths."

Looking at Ying Tengjiao like this, Ren Yidao was truly shocked.

"Whoa!?"

He had originally thought he was the internet-famous contestant here to leech off the traffic, but he hadn't expected that there was always someone better.

There was actually a master here!

This Ying Tengjiao didn't look like he was here to compete, but rather like he was pouring all his energy into advertising himself, not missing any opportunity.

And the fact was indeed so; he was using the platform of the Immortal Sect Grand Competition to promote himself to the outside world with this massive traffic.

After showing off to everyone, Ying Tengjiao turned his head to look at the youth with the strange expression over there and said coldly:

"It was my momentary carelessness just now that allowed your sneak attack to succeed, but now, Ying is going to get serious!"

"... Uh?"

Ren Yidao:?

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

And you say I snuck up on you... wasn't it you who was sneaking up on me just now?

Wake up, there are so many people watching!

In Ren Yidao's view, Ying Tengjiao seemed to have fallen into a special state; he didn't even know what he had done, believing only what was in his own heart and disregarding the opinions of others.

A lie told ten thousand times, until in the end, even the teller believes it.

Good fellow, this is a follower of the Path of Sitting and Forgetting.

Just as Ren Yidao's mouth twitched, Ying Tengjiao had already made preparations and let out a roar.

"Hah!"

A three-foot-long purple light burst from his eyes, and a pair of deep purple eagle wings appeared out of thin air.

With a flap of the eagle wings, Ying Tengjiao disappeared from his spot and charged rapidly toward Ren Yidao!

"Purple Eagle Extreme Speed!"

And Ren Yidao, as if stunned by this grand scene, had a dull expression and wide eyes!

No one could hear the shouting in his heart.

"Holy crap!"

"Purple Extreme Demon Eye!"

"Dipper Star Qi Transformation Wings!"

"Brother, your composition is quite complex!"

Huhu's sharp review was that the style points were okay, but putting them together looked a bit discordant...

When Ying Tengjiao started to get serious, the aura on his body truly changed; he was no longer as impetuous as before, and he really had the feeling of a master.

Especially his strength, that undeniable power of the Heaven Realm, made many people put away the contempt that had emerged in their hearts.

Regardless of anything else, he was undoubtedly a genuine powerhouse.

A bit of a clown, but he definitely had some substance.

"Hahahaha, stunned, aren't you!"

Seeing Ren Yidao standing still, Ying Tengjiao laughed loudly and did not attack immediately.

Instead, he moved at high speed on the arena, leaving behind afterimages, while mocking Ren Yidao, "Kid from the Divine Path Sect! Can you catch me?"

He was like an eagle that already had victory in its grasp, not in a hurry to kill the prey directly, but rather wanting to grab the prey and take it high into the sky to drop it.

Ying Tengjiao wanted to watch Ren Yidao's helpless appearance with his own eyes!

"If you beg for mercy now, I might still let you not lose too ugly!"

Transformed into a bird-man, Ying Tengjiao circled above the arena, his smug voice coming from the sky: "Otherwise, haha! Prepare to let the Divine Path Sect lose all face."

After finishing, he added a resonant burst of laughter.

Ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↓, ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↓...

"..."

Listening to that cadence-filled laughter, the corner of Ren Yidao's mouth twitched uncontrollably; he felt it would be better not to try communicating with this guy again.

He had completely entered into his own rhythm.

Just as if he hadn't found an opportunity to show off before and had been slapped in the face for it, Sect Leader Ying, having finally seized the chance, was eager to display everything all at once before the world.

"Forget it, consider what I said before as nothing."

Ren Yidao had originally wanted to chat more with this Sect Leader Ying, but upon discovering... that the other party's mental state did not seem very stable, he decided to end this farce early.

He liked watching the fun, but he didn't like being treated as the fun by others.

Even being just a supporting character in someone else's amusement was not acceptable.

"In short, let's end this early."

Huhu is tired.

Weary.

Don't bother with a trial, just give the death penalty.

Ren Yidao didn't even look at the phantom images gradually closing in on him, waving his hand as if shooing away insects.

Between the wave of his hand, a massive Heavenly Fox phantom appeared above Ying Tengjiao, the enormous shadow directly enveloping him.

"What!?"

Upon realizing there was a sneak attack from above, Ying Tengjiao reacted quickly; he did not sit and wait for death.

"Hmph, petty tricks!"

He directly manifested his Dharma Aspect, transforming himself into a giant purple eagle, and his sharp talons reached upward to grab.

No-Form against Void Refinement, the advantage is mine!

Ying Tengjiao did not think there was any possibility of him failing at all.

But reality is often cruel.

The eagle claws pierced through the white fox's body without causing any damage, but the white fox's claws smashed fiercely onto the eagle's head.

This claw, containing thick Dharma Power, directly smashed Ying Tengjiao's Dharma Aspect to pieces, stomping him down directly from high in the air!

Whoosh—

Thud!!!

The arena was worthy of being provided by the Sword Casting Hut; even with such an impact, no pits or dents appeared. Ying Tengjiao, like a salted fish, slammed heavily onto a massive iron plate.

"Cough!"

Although he had been smashed into a daze, Ying Tengjiao had not lost consciousness. He struggled, wanting to break free, only to find that his body had been tightly coiled and bound by eight Fox Tails.

Unable to move!

His entire Dharma Power was directly under a Seal at this moment, unable to exert any strength.

How could he possibly be unable to escape!

"This is impossible!!!"

Ying Tengjiao shouted in a loss of composure, glaring at the youth standing quietly beside the white fox.

"You are Void Refinement, I am No-Form, how is this possible!?"

Compared to the nearly berserk Sect Leader Ying, Ren Yidao appeared much calmer. Without the joy of a great victory over an enemy, he said indifferently:

"There are gaps even among the No-Form, and not all Void Refinement are the same, you know."

Ren Yidao felt a bit bored.

He had thought that even if this guy was abstract, he might have some merits, but it turned out he was so vulnerable.

"If you take me for the kind of guy who luckily stumbled into Void Refinement, I cannot agree with that."

"As for the current situation, you only need to know that you have lost, and that is enough."

Regarding this statement, Ying Tengjiao was unwilling to believe it.

And even less able to accept it.

"No, no, no..."

Thus, he thought of one possibility and turned his head to glare at Gongye Dachang.

"You... Sword Casting Hut! Did you cheat!?"

Gongye Dachang shook his head expressionlessly, not wanting to pay attention to this guy who had lost such face due to carelessness.

"A dignified No-Form, actually making himself look like this pathetic mess because of arrogance."

The person involved is confused, while the bystander sees clearly.

Except for Ying Tengjiao, who completely didn't understand what had happened, some of the people present had already seen the truth.

Although Ren Yidao's strength was very high, it hadn't reached the level where he could easily crush Ying Tengjiao.

The reason for such a destructive, one-move victory was very simple.

It was Ying Tengjiao himself.

He was too contemptuous of his enemy.

He deliberately showed off his strength, consuming most of his energy on maintaining the phantom images, failing to exercise the caution required when dealing with someone of the same rank.

Overconfidence in his own strength and excessive contempt for his enemy ultimately led to this tragic outcome.

"Alright, that's it." Ren Yidao shook his head at the unwilling-to-accept-reality Ying Tengjiao, "You can go down and slowly reflect on the specific insights yourself; I have serious business to do with others."

Huhu has to go and appease the financier.

But just when everyone thought the matter was settled, the previously quiet Ying Tengjiao suddenly shouted:

"What do you even know!!?"

Ying Tengjiao suddenly flew into a rage, his eyes turning bloodshot as he glared at Ren Yidao and roared.

"You disciples of great sects enjoy the benefits your sects provide you, but what do you know about us small sects?"

"You occupy the best resources! You learn the best techniques! You use the best magical treasures! Aren't these all things you obtained by relying on your sects? What do you have to be smug about!?"

"You even have the nerve to host this Immortal Sect Grand Competition, treating us like jesters to be mocked! Bah!"

When Ying Tengjiao began to lose his mind, the expressions of everyone present shifted slightly.

These words from Ying Tengjiao undoubtedly brought the irreconcilable issues between the super sects and the other sects out into the open.

There is only so much cake; the few strong ones take the large portions, and the remaining weak ones can only fight over what is left.

Li Long raised an eyebrow, feeling that the scene before him seemed quite interesting, and he had no intention of intervening at all.

As the Lord of Northern Gan, he was very happy to see a scene where sects fought until they beat each other's brains out.

Fight!

Fight fiercely!

Ah! That would simply be a grand event!

As for the master of the Sword Casting Hut who was hosting this competition, Gongye Dachang's calm, ripple-free expression shifted slightly, and his brows furrowed as he prepared to make that noisy fellow shut his mouth.

But just as he was about to force Ying Tengjiao to be silent, Ren Yidao, who was on the stage, spoke up.

"Sect Master Ying, what are you talking about?"

His perplexed words left even Ying Tengjiao stunned, and the words in his mouth couldn't help but stop.

"Sect Master Ying, you seem to have failed to understand one thing: the reason a great sect disciple is excellent is not because they were born into a great sect."

Ren Yidao blinked, looking at Ying Tengjiao as if he were looking at a fool. "It is because they are excellent enough that they can become great sect disciples. You must never mix up this order of precedence."

"Besides, how could these words ever be yours to say, given that you come from a direct lineage of a great sect? How much hardship in cultivation have you actually suffered from childhood to adulthood?"

Speaking up to this point, Ren Yidao's expression was completely speechless.

Is the Purple Shadow Sect some small, insignificant sect? Aren't you the son of the previous sect master and the grandson of the sect master before that?

You're already practicing hereditary succession, yet you're here criticizing us?

Don't be so ridiculous.

"You are shouting all this now simply because you are unwilling to admit the fact that you lost to me."

"In that case, let me leave you with one sentence..."

The youth sat on the white fox's paw, raised both palms, and pushed them back and forth toward Ying Tengjiao.

"If you're bad, practice more; if you can't afford to lose, don't play."

Ying Tengjiao's eyes widened, and he wanted to retort, but at this moment, he found he could not open his mouth.

He had been silenced.

"Also, it's not like it's the first day anyone has known that good things like techniques, divine abilities, and magical treasures exist at the Divine Path Sect. Why do you think no one has gone to snatch them? Could it be that they don't want to?"

Everyone knows there is money in a bank, so why not go directly to the bank to take it?

Is it because they don't want to?

Ren Yidao smiled meaningfully and turned his head to address the crowd below the stage:

"Of course, if anyone would like to come and try it for themselves, the Divine Path Sect welcomes you all to give it a go."

"I will be waiting for you at Luoyue Peak."

It is also time to inject a batch of fresh blood into my, Huhu's, Merit enterprise.

With a few words, Ren Yidao resolved the crisis Ying Tengjiao had caused and dismantled his demagogic rhetoric.

Ying Tengjiao was clearly not normal at the end, as if he had been instigated by someone.

But Ren Yidao was not interested in the secrets on Sect Master Ying; he believed someone else would find it more of a headache than he did.

"Oh right, there is one more thing I almost forgot."

He stared at Ying Tengjiao's swollen cheek, nodded, and made a show of rolling up his sleeves.

"Don't be afraid, I said it before, didn't I? I want to help you make it symmetrical."

After completing his artistic creation, Ren Yidao turned his head to look at Yuwen Tianye, who had been ready for a long time.

He smiled and beckoned gently.

"Come."