Chapter 274 The Old Man of Tianshan

Swish!

Red Pine Master was in mid-air, and the white tail of his horsetail whisk instantly extended and lengthened, transforming into thousands of silk threads that rushed headlong toward the two monks, Fa Ning and Dharma Speech.

"Ox-nose, do not be so arrogant!"

Dharma Speech shouted in rebuke, golden lotuses blooming from his tongue as a wave of golden sound waves transformed into a lotus flower to block his front.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The silk threads instantly pierced through the golden lotus, comparable to the sharpest divine needles, forcing the two Celestial monks from the Hanging Temple to be on high alert.

The two of them flew away from their original positions, transforming into two streaks of golden light, flying out of Yongzhou City one after the other. While retreating, boom boom boom boom, golden Buddhist palms shattered the sky, striking toward Red Pine Master in succession.

Red Pine Master rode a rainbow light, handling the two of them with ease, and instantly chased after the two monks into the distance.

"I leave this to all of you!"

Yuwen Yi bowed to Wu Chunqiu and the others, solemnly clasping his fists.

Wu Chunqiu laughed loudly.

"Brother Yuwen, you're being too formal. It just so happens that this old man hasn't fought in a long time, so today is a good chance to stretch my limbs!"

As his words fell, he took out a Refined Iron Staff from behind him and struck down, which instantly transformed into a hundred-zhang staff shadow, smashing toward the Bowl-Holding Vajra.

"It just so happens you have a pot; let's see if that iron pot of yours can block this old beggar's iron staff!"

Wu Chunqiu's words were filled with a playful Heart-Nature, but the Bowl-Holding Vajra did not dare to be the least bit careless. After chanting a Buddhist name, the golden alms bowl soared into the sky, expanding to a hundred zhang in size to meet the pitch-black staff shadow.

Accompanied by a crisp, vibrating clang that spread for a hundred miles, the entire Yongzhou City woke up.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night!

Countless people in Yongzhou felt lost and helpless. Not only the common folk, but even the Jianghu people with cultivation were worried that they might wake up tomorrow to find Yongzhou under a new Master.

Seeing Wu Chunqiu and the Bowl-Holding Arhat engaged in battle, He Wuzhu frowned and looked at the other three Great Vajras.

"I wonder if these two palms of mine can withstand the power of two Vajras?"

It seemed like a question, yet also full of confidence.

He Wuzhu struck out with both palms, aiming at Tuoshan Vajra and the Pondering Vajra respectively. His fierce and peerless palm force struck from afar, truly possessing the power to prop up the heavens.

Tuoshan Vajra hunched his back, a faint black light flashing in his eyes as he said coldly:

"It seems Hero He intends to fight both of us brothers alone?"

"In that case, the two of us will experience Hero He's brilliant moves!"

The Pondering Vajra seemed to be constantly lost in thought, not seeing the incoming palm force at all.

But at the very moment the palm force was about to hit his body, he used an incredibly profound movement technique to lightly flash away, evading He Qingtian's palm force.

He Qingtian raised his palms, and a vast palm wind directly lifted Tuoshan Vajra and the Pondering Vajra as he said:

"This is not the place for battle. Let's find another place to fight properly!"

"Hahaha!"

After the clash with the Bowl-Holding Arhat, Wu Chunqiu shouted loudly:

"Brother He is right. If so many of us fight here, even ten Yongzhou Cities would turn into ruins. Let's change locations!"

After saying that, he transformed into a gust of wild wind and blew into the night sky.

The Bowl-Holding Arhat naturally had no reason to refuse. He stepped into the Void Realm, lotuses blooming with every step, as he followed closely behind Wu Chunqiu.

The remaining few Celestials looked at each other. Another Daoist from Qingyang Palace, a middle-aged man with the Daoist name Daoist Qingsong, smiled faintly:

"Since Buddhism and Daoism are incompatible, then this humble Daoist, despite his lack of talent, will experience the Buddhist Divine Abilities of Nalanda Temple."

"amitabha!"

The big-bellied, bare-chested Smiling Vajra said with a smile:

"Although this poor monk is far away in the Western Regions, I have also heard of Fellow Daoist Qingsong's name."

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"To be able to discuss the Dharma with Fellow Daoist Qingsong is this poor monk's greatest honor!"

With that, the monk and the Daoist, two Celestials, left in perfect unison, choosing another battlefield to begin tonight's great battle.

As the figures who could be called Earthly Immortals departed, the entire Yongzhou City seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Clang!

The great saber behind Heavenly Saber Sect Leader Lu Zhao unsheathed itself and was gripped in his hand. A terrifying Saber Intent rose from his body, as if it would cleave the night sky apart.

His prestige did not seem any weaker than the Four Great Vajras of Nalanda Temple just now.

"Xue Bai, come!"

Lu Zhao pointed his saber at Heavenly King Xue, his Battle Intent soaring to the peak.

"Heh!"

At that moment, a cold laugh rang out in the night sky.

"Just with you, someone who has only just entered the Heavenly Blade Realm, do you have the qualifications to fight my Third Senior Brother?"

"Why don't I trade a few blows with you and see if your Heavenly Saber is stronger, or if my Demonic Blade is more fierce!"

"There's another Celestial?!"

Seeing that the people from the Buddhist sects had all been lured away, Yuwen Xuan, Fang Yunsong, and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

With only Xue Bai left, with their collective strength, they could overwhelm him even with numbers.

They hadn't expected someone else to be behind Xue Bai.

And this person called him Senior Brother?

Yuwen Yi seemed to have expected this. His expression did not change at all as he slowly stated Xue Bai's background.

"In the far west, there is a thousand-zhang high mountain covered in snow year-round, which the locals call Tianshan."

"On Tianshan lives a world-shaking eccentric known as the Old Man of Tianshan. He is a figure from the same era as the Dao Head of Qingyang Palace and once sat and discussed the Dao with the Old Dean of White Deer Academy."

"Under the Old Man of Tianshan, there are five Disciples in total."

"The fifth among them is the Venerable Departing Soul, also known as the Departing Soul Demonic Blade, who once slaughtered several small countries in the Western Regions."

As Yuwen Yi finished speaking, a monstrous youth in black clothes appeared behind Xue Bai, holding a pitch-black curved blade. From it, sharp, mournful wails faintly drifted out—the cries of countless vengeful souls who had died under the blade.

They could even be clearly seen under the night sky.

Several transparent heads were screaming toward the sky, struggling and crawling on the blade's surface, only to be held fast by a glue-like force, unable to break free.

"Heh!"

Venerable Departing Soul gave a sinister laugh and looked at Yuwen Yi.

"My brothers and I are far away in the Western Regions and almost never set foot in the Central Plains. You, old man, actually know quite a bit about us."

Yuwen Yi glanced at him and said to Xue Bai:

"However, I do not understand. You, Xue Bai, were the last to take the Old Man of Tianshan as your Master. How did you end up as the third Disciple?"

"I wonder if you can clear up this confusion for me?"

Xue Bai smiled faintly and said:

"There is nothing that cannot be said!"

"I was originally Master's third Disciple, but I left the sect during my youth to travel alone. This was also Master's intention."

"If it weren't for that, perhaps I would be nothing more than a mediocre person."

"Heh!"

Yuwen Yi sneered.

"The Old Man of Tianshan has plotted for many years, using the power of the Buddhist sects to incite rebellion with the intent to subvert my Great Jin Dynasty. I truly want to see one day what he actually looks like!"

"Then you'll have to survive today first!"

A deep voice rang out from behind Xue Bai.

A man dressed in a red robe walked out. He was handsome and elegant, with an ethereal aura.

When he fell into the eyes of Fang Yunsong and the others, their pupils suddenly shrank.