16: Chapter 16

Boom!

The surrounding Qi surged, and dust scattered.

The two energies collided and exploded. Li Pingan grunted, enduring the Yin and Yang strangulation. He stumbled back a few steps, a metallic sweetness rising in his throat.

Mo Wuchang also took a solid punch from Li Pingan in the chest, his face ashen.

He hadn't expected that he, a dignified Foundation Establishment Expert, would be humiliated by a mere martial artist. The grey Qi on his Bone Talisman grew denser: "Kid, you've truly infuriated me today. This old man will make sure you experience what it means to wish for death!"

After speaking, Mo Wuchang's peripheral vision caught sight of Mu Wanqing, and he ordered the Black-robed Person: "Go capture her, but don't harm my precious Disciple."

"Yes, Elder."

Mu Wanqing seized the opportunity and went alone to a secluded wooden hut within the mountain stronghold.

None of the other Mountain Bandits dared to stop her. This woman looked frail, but she was an Immortal who had learned Immortal Arts.

If not for Mo Wuchang's threats, the remaining Mountain Bandits would have already fled.

"Little girl, obediently surrender, lest you suffer physical..." The Black-robed Person hadn't finished speaking when he stared blankly at his chest.

A silver crystal cone was piercing through his chest. With a 'ding', the crystal cone shattered into tiny fragments.

The Black-robed Person then fell to the ground, unconscious!

He thought the other party was just a little girl who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, but he didn't know that she cultivated a God-tier Cultivation Technique, used a God-Tier Divine Ability, and her Realm was only one level lower than his.

Under such circumstances, he still dared to be careless in battle. Wasn't he seeking death?

After dealing with the Black-robed Person, Mu Wanqing shifted her gaze to the secluded wooden hut.

Bang~

The wooden door of the room was smashed open by her Daoist Magic. Light streamed into the room, revealing countless motes of dust. The scene inside made her pupils contract sharply.

More than a dozen figures huddled on damp straw piles, indistinguishable whether they were dead or alive. Their clothes had long since rotted into rags, and beneath the barely covering cloth, their exposed skin was covered with blue and purple bruises, old scars overlapping new wounds, some places crusted with black scabs, others still oozing dark red blood.

Several younger women slumped in the corner, their hair disheveled, trembling.

Seeing the wooden door open, they involuntarily stumbled backward until their backs hit the wall.

"These beasts!" Mu Wanqing blurted out instinctively.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Having grown up in the Mu Residence, pampered and well-fed, this was the first time she had witnessed the depravity of human nature. These women were all from nearby villages, captured and abused by Mountain Bandits, and among them was even a child of about fourteen.

Mu Wanqing formed a hand seal, and the Mountain Bandits outside the wooden hut who were secretly trying to escape were all cut into pieces by dense ice crystals.

For a time, screams echoed continuously.

The women inside the room listened to the sharp cries, their eyes somewhat blank, and their numb expressions began to regain some emotion.

"Don't be afraid, I am a Disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect, specially here to eradicate the Mountain Bandits. You can leave here now." Mu Wanqing explained, her gaze quickly scanning the room.

She was very worried about her Father and Mother.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, is that you?" A familiar voice came from the corner.

Mu Wanqing spun around abruptly, and two familiar figures appeared in her vision: a middle-aged couple. Although their hair was messy and their faces haggard, their clothes were thankfully intact, and neither was injured.

This must have been Mo Wuchang's doing; capturing them was just to lure Mu Wanqing out. If he had gone too far, he would have been afraid that Mu Wanqing would do something extreme.

"Father, Mother!"

Mu Wanqing hurried forward, tightly embracing her mother, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"Daughter, why are you here? You shouldn't have come!" Mr. and Mrs. Mu's eyes were filled with worry and regret.

"Father, Mother, don't worry. Your daughter has already cultivated Immortal Arts, and I came specifically to save you."

Vice Minister Mu's eyes lit up at these words, and he eagerly said, "Qing'er, is that true? Are you really an Immortal?"

His face was filled with excitement. When Chen Xuan said he wanted to take his daughter as a Disciple that day, he was still somewhat skeptical. After all, he had been an official in the capital for many years and had never heard of any Dao Seeking Sect. If not for Chen Xuan's extraordinary demeanor and outstanding temperament, coupled with the aggressive Yin Yang Sect, he would have had no other choice... Mu Wanqing gave a firm "mm" and said, "Father, Mother! I'll tell you all about these things after we get out of here."

Mu Wanqing gave a firm "mm" and said, "Father, Mother! I'll tell you all about these things after we get out of here."

...In the center of the mountain stronghold!

With a "bang," Li Pingan was struck by a Yin Qi iron hammer condensed from a bone ring. He crashed into a nearby wooden hut, dust billowing and debris scattering.

Mo Wuchang's forehead was sweating, but before he could wipe it, he saw a black shadow suddenly dart out, heading straight for him.

He could only quickly circulate his Spiritual Qi to create distance.

"How is this kid so tough? He's taken so many of my Daoist Magic attacks and still won't die!"

He, a dignified Foundation Establishment Expert, couldn't even deal with this greenhorn today?

Actually, it wasn't that this Outer Sect Elder of the Yin Yang Sect was weak, but that Li Pingan was too unreasonable. Not only did he possess the Heaven-Loathing Divine Body, one in a million, but the Cultivation Technique and Divine Ability he cultivated were also the world's top god-rank Cultivation Techniques.

With layers upon layers of enhancements, if he still couldn't fight across Realms, he might as well find a piece of tofu and pretend to be dead.

After an empty leg sweep, Li Pingan remained silent. He reached up to wipe the blood from his forehead, his Battle Intent growing even stronger.

Only one thought was in his mind.

"Fighting, awesome!"

At this moment, the most anxious was Steward Wang. He hid in a corner, shielding his body with a bamboo winnow, cursing under his breath!

What's wrong with this old Immortal Master? Why is it so difficult to deal with a greenhorn? He can't take him down.

"If you can't win the fight, then I'm screwed..."

Mu Wanqing brought her Father and Mother and the women rescued from the mountain stronghold to the center of the stronghold. Her gaze quickly fell upon Li Pingan.

The young man's sleeves had several scratches, and his collar was stained with blood, looking extremely miserable.

But in reality, these were all superficial wounds for Li Pingan; they looked frightening but hadn't actually injured his bones or tendons.

"Junior Brother, are you alright?" As Mu Wanqing spoke, she formed a hand seal, immediately using her ultimate move, Heaven's Grief Condensing Yin Art.

Ice crystals condensed into a cone, suddenly shooting towards Mo Wuchang.

Li Pingan seized the opportunity, sharply tapping his toes on the bluestone slab. His body shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring. He targeted the moment Mo Wuchang's movement was slightly delayed by the ice crystal cone, clenched his right fist, and with a sharp whistling sound, aimed straight for the old man's chest.

This punch was both fast and fierce. Mo Wuchang had just dodged Mu Wanqing's sneak attack and was about to gather his Qi for a counterattack when he saw Li Pingan's fist already upon him.

He twisted his body to dodge in a hurry, but he was still half a beat too slow. With a muffled 'thud,' the fist solidly struck his left ribs.

Mo Wuchang felt a massive force surge through him, as if struck by a heavy hammer, dislocating his internal organs. He grunted, his body uncontrollably stumbling back several steps, a dazzling streak of crimson overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Wuchang's face darkened as he stared intensely at the two in front of him!

An unkillable dark-skinned young man was already enough for him to handle, and now another person had appeared, who also completely disregarded martial ethics, coming to deceive and sneak attack.

He put his right hand behind his back, and a yellow paper Talisman quietly burned.

This was a common message talisman in the cultivation world; he was calling for reinforcements!