149: Chapter 148 Water Mirror Technique

Chapter 148 Water Mirror Technique

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Another fireball plummeted from the sky at an extreme speed, crashing into and shattering the shattered landmasses along the way one by one.

Sun Po and Ranger Xuanyuan had no choice but to dart onto another floating landmass, but the entire Jinshan Temple appeared to be growing larger and larger, pressing in even closer.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a disheveled Huo Wuji appeared. Ranger Xuanyuan was just about to speak when he saw more fireballs falling from the void above, stirring up countless dust and gravel.

Ranger Xuanyuan stared dumbfounded at the teammates before him, all wearing the Yellow Dragon uniform, and asked, "Really? That old fogey single-handedly defeated the entire Yellow Dragon team?"

Huo Wuji stared with a solemn expression at the void above. Following his line of sight, Sun Po looked up at the void above and saw that the entire expanse was vastly different from before.

One side of the void was crimson red, while the other side was a golden-white color. The central area of the entire void, however, was a dazzling starry sky that was neither red nor white.

A voice came from above once again: "You still have the nerve to speak? Even if this old man purely uses the power of the otherworldly monsters, you brats still can't keep up."

Huo Wuji, to think this old man still had expectations for you, yet you brat were easily caught off guard by a sneak attack from those two old codgers. Have you forgotten everything this old man taught you back then?

With just this, how can you still be the captain of the Yellow Dragon Team? Go home and hug your babies."

Huo Wuji's expression remained unchanged as he simply patted the dust off his body and looked up, saying, "Teacher, are these two monsters also brought by you?"

Zhuang Zhou's voice came from the void above once again: "Don't go slapping blame around recklessly; this old man just happened to pass by. Those two old codgers? Hehe, we're not close."

Hearing this, Huo Wuji remained silent, merely shooting back up into flight and charging toward the heights of the void.

Ranger Xuanyuan let out a cry of bitterness and had no choice but to continue flying up with a few teammates, completely ignoring the gradually approaching Jinshan Temple.

Just as Ranger Xuanyuan flew up, he returned and said, "Kid, meeting again is a sign of fate. The origin behind the Conflict of Red and White is huge, so don't get involved. I'll have the [south-pointing chariot] send you away."

But Sun Po said, "Thank you Senior for your kindness, but my friend is still trapped inside. The junior wants to ask how this Jinshan Temple can be broken?"

Ranger Xuanyuan instead said, "You can barely protect yourself, and you still care about that brat? He is inherently fated to undergo the tribulation of the Conflict of Red and White; he cannot be saved."

Sun Po still refused to give up, saying, "The junior does not want to give up on my friend. Please instruct me, Senior Xuanyuan."

Ranger Xuanyuan was just about to say something when he was suddenly slapped fiercely across the face out of nowhere.

He was slightly dazed, then his expression turned ashen as he said, "Old fogey, why do you keep hitting me, just a Coachman? What deep grudge do you have against me?"

But as soon as his voice fell, another heavy slap came, swelling Ranger Xuanyuan's face even more.

Zhuang Zhou's voice came from the void above: "If you brat dare to flap your jaws again, I'll pull out every single tooth in your mouth right now!!"

Refusing to submit, Ranger Xuanyuan tried a few times, but simply couldn't open his mouth, stubbornly taking several more slaps.

In the end, he was also exasperated to the extreme and directly summoned an antique two-wheeled carriage.

The horse pulling the carriage was also a dragon horse, and a small wooden human statue stood on the carriage—it was precisely the [south-pointing chariot] that Ranger Xuanyuan had ridden last time.

Ranger Xuanyuan pulled out the long sword behind his back and shouted angrily, "Kid, get on the carriage and leave right now. I want to see how this old fogey can keep you here."

Everything around them froze and came to a standstill once again. Only Wuzhiqi and Sun Po were still able to move as usual. Just as Ranger Xuanyuan was about to yank Sun Po onto the [south-pointing chariot], he was suddenly struck as if by a heavy blow.

His back arched, and he violently spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Ranger Xuanyuan raised his head in disbelief and cursed, "Old fogey! Was that necessary? I just wanted to preserve a seed of fire and take on a disciple in the future. Why are you old undying bastard being so relentless?!"

Hearing this, Sun Po was surprised in his heart. He hadn't expected that when Ranger Xuanyuan told Sun Po to contact him after going to the Otherworld, it was actually because he intended to take him as a disciple?

Although this Ranger Xuanyuan looked like he was being severely suppressed by Zhuang Zhou, his strength was obvious to all. He could easily freeze regional time, and the [south-pointing chariot] beneath him could even traverse the river of time. Although Sun Po had never been able to discern his exact strength and realm, he figured it wouldn't be lower than the Ace rank, and might even be a Title.

For such a powerhouse to suddenly say he wanted to take Sun Po as a disciple was truly like a pie falling from the sky.

However, a mocking voice came from the void above from Zhuang Zhou: "It's hilarious! What title did you get sealed with, you brat? Coachman!?

You, someone who drives carriages and reins horses, are actually taking on a disciple? None of you can teach this kid; only I can teach him."

Coachman!! This person was actually the Coachman?! Sun Po should have thought of this earlier.

Sun Po had vaguely heard that there were currently only five Title Card Makers guarding the official side.

They were respectively [Vermilion Bird], [He Bo], [Taotie], [Champion Marquess], and [Coachman].

But these five individuals were elusive figures whose names were rarely known, and those who had seen their true faces were even fewer.

Previously, Ranger Xuanyuan had only said his name was Ranger Xuanyuan. Sun Po merely thought he must be a member of the Xuanyuan Family, never expecting that the other party was actually one of the official Five Great Card Makers.

With a swollen face and slurred speech, Ranger Xuanyuan cursed, "Old fogey, talk is talk, why are you blowing my cover?"

In the void above, Huo Wuji looked at Zhuang Zhou, who was still handling things with ease, and said, "If you were still Master Nanhua, we would naturally joyfully welcome a new junior brother. But now that you are already an otherworldly monster, I cannot sit by and watch such a talent fall into your hands."

Zhuang Zhou instead pointed at two giant shadows, one red and one white not far away, and cursed, "You blockhead of a brat, instead of beating those two old codgers, you insist on making things difficult for your master?"

Huo Wuji spoke again, "Master, the Conflict of Red and White is controllable after all, but the danger posed by you and the Kunpeng beneath you is far greater than the Conflict of Red and White. Why don't you withdraw now and stop making things difficult for your disciple?"

Zhuang Zhou replied, "With your current abilities, you aren't qualified to manage this old man testing his disciple."

This development before his eyes was something Sun Po hadn't expected. How did things turn out so well that he suddenly became the popular favorite?

Ranger Xuanyuan, who had saved him earlier, turned out to be the Title Card Maker [Coachman], and was even fighting to take him as a disciple.

Now, [Coachman]'s former teacher, the even more unfathomable Master Nanhua, Zhuang Zhou, had also rushed out and wanted to fight to take him as a disciple.

Wuzhiqi chuckled and bantered from the side, "Master, I couldn't tell before that you were so sought after. The Gaokao hasn't even ended yet, and people are already fighting to be your master. Why bother going to university anymore?"

Indeed, I'm afraid no university could offer this kind of treatment. Two Title Card Makers fighting to be one's master—ordinary people probably wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing.

It's just... how could this Zhuang Zhou transform from a Title Card Maker into an otherworldly monster?

Furthermore, the otherworldly monsters Sun Po had encountered so far were completely unlike the ignorant and unenlightened creatures he had imagined.

Whether it was the Dark Tiger, Wenqu Star, Lord Wenchang, or Zhuang Zhou, their intelligence was no different from normal humans, and they were even smarter. On the contrary, compared to these monsters, he felt more like the ignorant and unenlightened one.

The Otherworld? What kind of world was it really? And what on earth was the relationship between these monsters and Card Makers?

Infinite curiosity and yearning for the Otherworld rose in his heart, making him eager to go to the Otherworld immediately to find out what was going on.

At the same time, Sun Po was somewhat astonished. He had always felt that as a mere civilian Card Maker, he just wanted to steadily enter a good university, yet he never expected that he had already entered the sight of Title Card Makers.

But in reality, this was also normal; Sun Po was far too lacking in information.

He had no idea just how exaggerated his talent and currently displayed combat power were among his peers.

Within the entire younger generation right now, if measured by hard strength, those who could contend with him did not exceed the number of fingers on one hand, and not a single one could claim a guaranteed victory.

And for such strength to appear in a civilian Card Maker with completely no background and whose destiny trajectory was completely blank was practically a miracle.

In fact, Sun Po had appeared in the sights of various great clans very early on. It wasn't that no clans wanted to make a move against Sun Po all this time; rather, smaller clans didn't dare to provoke the authorities, while larger clans usually had ancestors fighting in the Otherworld, and those ancestors fighting in the Otherworld would always send back a message.

As for Sun Po as a person, he definitely had a massive background! He must not be touched lightly under any circumstances!

The more powerful the family, the earlier they sent back such a message.

There was no other reason; it was because the unknown instilled fear. Back then, when Li Tiance used the Arrow of Fate to shoot toward the destiny node he desired, he also saw the threads of fate along the way, but like seeing a ghost, he blankly saw that on this thread, in this script, there was always an invisible person playing an incomparably important role.

This blank space appeared particularly glaring in a script that was almost entirely predetermined. Such a special person—a blank slate in the river of destiny—truly made people not dare to be careless.

Historically, the description from long ago for being able to achieve this was "stepping out of the Three Realms and not being among the Five Elements."

Aside from a small number of exotic beasts like the Six-Eared Macaque and Red-Rumped Macaque capable of doing so, everyone else had to be those big figures standing at the pinnacle of the heavens to be able to return to the river of destiny and erase their own traces.

Coupled with Sun Po's talent and combat power, he was basically like a bright moon hanging high in the sky among the entire younger generation, casting the countless stars in the sky into dimness.

Therefore, a saying spread across the Otherworld: behind this Sun Po was a heaven-reaching mysterious figure, and he must never be touched lightly.

Just as the White Emperor stood behind the Conflict of Red and White, the ancestors of the various clans in the Otherworld believed that what stood behind Sun Po was also an existence comparable to the two emperors of red and white. This misunderstanding caused Sun Po to come with a built-in mysterious BUFF very early on when he entered the sights of the authorities and great clans. Coupled with his extremely rapid progress, and his strength and talent suppressing a generation—especially in the golden generation of this strongest Gaokao year—

everyone could see that this was bound to be a rising star, most likely another Title Card Maker. Under such circumstances, powerhouses naturally developed the thought of taking him as a disciple.

Of course, Sun Po was unaware of all this right now; he only wanted to know if there was any way to rescue Liu Jianren.

Most powers were useless, and the previous Demon Gods Mighty Power was also a clumsy method. Moreover, it was impossible for him to wantonly unleash and trigger attacks of Demon Gods Mighty Power like Zhuang Zhou.

Furthermore, why was Zhuang Zhou so strong, yet he only used the Demon Gods Mighty Power that Sun Po possessed to attack this Jinshan Temple?

Previously, he thought that even Title Card Makers had no way against this Jinshan Temple, but judging by the expressions of Ranger Xuanyuan and Huo Wuji, they didn't seem to take this Jinshan Temple too much to heart.

Then Zhuang Zhou, whose strength vastly surpassed theirs, certainly couldn't be so lacking in means. Especially according to Zhuang Zhou's own words, as long as something had appeared in all of Zhuang Zhou's dreams, he had a way to materialize it. The richness of his means was probably even above Huo Wuji and Ranger Xuanyuan. That left only one explanation: this Zhuang Zhou was deliberately using it for him to see!

He wanted to take him as a disciple, so was this approach a test? Or guidance? Or perhaps both?

Sun Po pondered for a long time in his heart, but still couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, Liu Jianren, who had been lowering his head with eyes closed, abruptly raised his head.

"Roar!!"

A bovine roar suddenly sounded in front of the gate of Jinshan Temple. Liu Jianren threw his head back and let out a painful roar, and a crimson flood dragon suddenly darted out from his eyes.

Its red scales were like fire and its horns were towering—who else could it be if not Liu Jianren's Red Flood Dragon?

The Red Flood Dragon was much smaller in size at this moment, and its aura was also much weaker than before. It violently darted forward, pouncing on Fahai, who was sitting upright in front of the mountain gate chanting scriptures with eyes closed.

At this moment, Fahai had his back turned to the Red Flood Dragon and was completely unprepared. He was actually bitten directly on the neck by this miniature version of the Red Flood Dragon.

The golden light of the entire Jinshan Temple also began to flicker slightly. Fahai roared angrily, "To think there is still a Red Snake demon that has actually transformed into a flood dragon, hiding quite deeply."

The previously gentle chanting monk instantly assumed a vajra's wrathful gaze, turning around to violently yank the Red Flood Dragon straight out from Liu Jianren's eyes, grabbing it in his hands as if he was about to tear it into two pieces.

It had to be said that whenever this Fahai was involved in beating snake demons, he really got fired up.

But at the same time, a crimson aura emitted from the Red Flood Dragon also stimulated snake scales to emerge on Fahai's face, and a thick snake tail was revealed behind his cassock.

Sun Po suddenly recalled Zhuang Zhou's words: "It cannot be solved by strength alone. If the obsession does not disappear, the white snake will not die; if the white snake does not die, the obsession will not disappear."

The white snake is Fahai, and Fahai is the white snake. What a Demon Gods Mighty Power—I almost got led astray into a ditch by this old man."

Light flashed in Sun Po's eyes. He abruptly raised his head, only to hear Wuzhiqi excitedly saying from the side:

"Master, I have a way!"

Sun Po smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I have a way too."

Wuzhiqi said, "Master, why don't we try our respective methods together?"

Sun Po smiled and said, "Alright, let's strike together."

The body of the Red Flood Dragon had already been torn apart too horribly to look at, with broken scales scattered everywhere. The auras of both Liu Jianren and this Red Flood Dragon were gradually growing weak.

At this time, Fahai had also completely lost human form, a massive white snake head dancing in front of the mountain gate, and his entire body covered in chilling white scales.

At this moment, Sun Po formed a hand incantation in his hands, while Wuzhiqi beside him was also forming the exact same hand incantation.

The actions of the card and the Card Maker at this moment were surprisingly synchronized, without the slightest deviation.

Man and monkey shouted in unison: "[Water Mirror Technique]!!"

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