Chapter 209: Love Massage, Giggle Giggle Giggle

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenqiu's expression remained unchanged: "A brute like you who relies on raw strength—no wonder you're being used as a pawn by Ma Xianhong."

"You're courting death!" Harichagai roared in fury, his Qi erupting as he charged toward Wang Zhenqiu like a wild bull. Every step he took made the ground tremble, and one could almost feel that violent force in the air.

Yet, Wang Zhenqiu stood motionless, only making his move the instant Harichagai reached him.

A seemingly soft fist met Harichagai's violent attack. The moment the two forces collided, a shockwave scattered outward. Harichagai was astonished to find that the strength he took such pride in had been completely neutralized.

"This is impossible!" Refusing to believe it, he launched another attack. But this time, Wang Zhenqiu's counterattack was even sharper.

Wang Zhenqiu's Love Massage focused on overcoming hardness with softness and using the opponent's own force against them. Every one of Harichagai's attacks was perfectly neutralized and rebounded back at him. Gradually, he realized he had fallen into a disadvantage.

"How can this be..." Harichagai panted heavily, unable to believe the situation before him. The strength he had always been proud of was so fragile before Wang Zhenqiu.

"Do you understand now?" Wang Zhenqiu said calmly, "True power is not merely raw strength."

In front of the pavilion, the battle between Ma Xianhong and Xiao Zizai had also reached a fever pitch. The White Puppet constantly switched between copied abilities, using Earth Walking Immortal one moment and Flick Finger Divine Skill the next, its offensive maneuvers strange and unpredictable.

Yet, Xiao Zizai remained composed throughout. His movements appeared casual, yet he always managed to evade fatal attacks at the critical moment. This display of ease caused a flicker of unease to rise in Ma Xianhong's heart.

"As expected of a puppet capable of copying abilities," Xiao Zizai said playfully, "but aren't you relying too much on these copied powers?"

Upon hearing this, a shadow flashed across Ma Xianhong's eyes. He knew that this bespectacled man before him was far more dangerous than he appeared.

Just then, Zhong Xiaolong, Liu Wukui, and Bi Yuan arrived one after another. When they saw the situation on the battlefield, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Is this the strength of these outsiders?" Liu Wukui said in a low voice, a hint of fear in his tone.

Lin Xuan stood on high ground, overlooking the successive battles within Biyou Village. His gaze took in every change in every location. In his perception, these battles were nothing more than a speck of dust within the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, yet the variables contained within them piqued his interest.

"It seems Ma Xianhong is already beginning to struggle," Xiao Bai said softly; she had been observing the battle in front of the pavilion. As Lin Xuan's protector, her judgment of the battle situation was precise.

Lin Xuan nodded slightly. With his cultivation realm, he could naturally see that the puppet arts Ma Xianhong took such pride in possessed fundamental flaws. Those peak abilities copied were merely superficial, unable to break through the origin of the Art of Techniques. This reminded him of some insights from his own early days of seeking the Dao—true power must come from an understanding of the Dao.

"Benefactor, why do you think Ma Xianhong chose this path?" Xiao Qing tilted her head, her eyes flickering with confusion. Although she was powerful, she remained innocent in certain matters.

Lin Xuan's gaze became profound: "Everyone has their own obsessions. Ma Xianhong's mistake is turning this obsession into shackles." As he said this, he recalled his own journey of cultivation. Over those years, he had seen how many people lost themselves on the path of pursuing power.

On the other side, Harichagai had completely fallen into a disadvantage. The strength he was proud of was constantly being neutralized, and the force rebounded back at him made him suffer immensely.

"Why? Why is it like this?" he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and frustration. A "sissy" in his eyes had actually defeated him so easily.

Wang Zhenqiu looked at Harichagai, who was trapped in self-doubt, and said indifferently: "I hope this battle lets you understand that the strength of one's power is not judged by appearance."

Harichagai was unwilling to lose to a yellow-haired sissy; he mobilized all the Qi in his body to gather in his limbs, and the next second, he charged at the Wang Zhenqiu before him to attack.

Seeing this, Wang Zhenqiu let out a cold snort: "Hmph! Truly stubborn!"

Under the moonlight in front of the pavilion, Xiao Zizai and Lao Meng stood side by side, facing Ma Xianhong and his White Puppet. A tense atmosphere permeated the air.

"Interesting." Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light, "A puppet that can copy abilities—it seems tonight's battle will be quite fun."

Lao Meng maintained his lazy demeanor, but countless insects had already begun to gather around him. These small lives formed a flowing black tide under the moonlight, which was chilling to behold.

Ma Xianhong's expression was gloomy, the Three Treasure Beads at his neck emitting a faint glow. Under his control, the red beads all over the White Puppet flickered, as if they would erupt at any moment.

"Do you think you can defeat me with just this?" Ma Xianhong sneered, his fingers moving lightly.

The White Puppet instantly surged forward, simultaneously using a combo technique of Earth Walking Immortal and Flick Finger Divine Skill. This strange method of attack demonstrated Ma Xianhong's exquisite control over the puppet.

Yet, Xiao Zizai revealed an excited smile; his figure dodged like a ghost, while he countered with a sharp attack. Meanwhile, Lao Meng's swarm of insects also launched, forming an airtight net in an attempt to restrict the White Puppet's movements.

On the other side of Biyou Village, Qiu Rang had just regained consciousness from his coma. Upon learning the news that the Cultivation Furnace had been destroyed, he ignored the pain in his body and desperately rushed toward the pavilion. However, fate was cruel; he had only run halfway when he bumped into Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, who were preparing to leave.

"Hmph! It's you two, what a coincidence!" Qiu Rang's eyes were bloodshot, the Dharma Artifact in his hand glowing brilliantly, "You are the ones who destroyed the Cultivation Furnace!"

Zhang Chulan's heart tightened; he knew this was not the time for a protracted battle: "Sister Bao'er, be careful, this guy isn't easy to deal with."

Feng Baobao nodded, her gaze landing on the surrounding houses. She suddenly grabbed a torch and threw it with force.

"Boom!"

The flames instantly flared up, and the dry wooden houses quickly began to burn. The fire soared into the sky, illuminating half the night.

"Damn it!" Qiu Rang's rhythm was disrupted by this sudden turn of events. The villagers' screams rose one after another, and the scene was in chaos.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao quickly retreated. Qiu Rang wanted to pursue, but was blocked by the spreading fire.

"I will definitely kill you!" Qiu Rang looked in the direction where the two had disappeared, gnashing his teeth.

Elsewhere on high ground in Biyou Village, Xia Liuqing and Balun were observing this chaotic battle with interest. However, they did not notice that three people had already been standing behind them for some time.

"It's quite lively." Lin Xuan's voice suddenly rang out, giving the two a start.

Balun turned around to look, a flash of excitement appearing in his eyes: "An interesting aura." He had always been full of curiosity toward the strong, "Let me test your strength!"

Yet, before his words had even finished, Xiao Qing had already made her move. Her movements were as fast as lightning, her figure as graceful as if she were dancing. The fighting techniques Balun took such pride in appeared so clumsy before Xiao Qing.