Sword light filled the sky, brilliant and dazzling!

The blade’s glint flashed past. One after another, figures sprayed a mist of blood and collapsed.

"Such powerful Sword Qi!"

The sword light receded, revealing the Yin-Yang Demoness, drenched in blood. He staggered to his feet, his eyes fixed on the young man before him.

"Those who trespass against Qingcheng will be slain!"

As soon as the words were spoken, sword light flared once more.

The Yin-Yang Demoness’s face fell. He hurriedly expended his blood essence and unleashed a Secret Technique, pushing his Power to a level comparable to the Domain Realm.

He transformed into a streak of light and fled into the distance.

"You damn brat, I’ll be back for revenge."

The Yin-Yang Demoness spat out a mouthful of blood, looking back at Qingcheng Mountain with a hateful expression.

’I thought this would be an easy task. I never imagined I’d screw up so badly and run into such a formidable opponent.’

’Who in the world is he? How have I never heard of him?’

’Could he be a supreme master from the Gui Xu Great Zhou?’

Just as he was speeding away and pondering this, a light, drizzling rain began to fall from above.

The rain was chilling, and he couldn’t help but shudder.

’Why am I shivering?’

The Yin-Yang Demoness was horrified. ’I’m a master at the Half-Step Domain Realm. I wouldn’t shiver from a little rain, not even in the dead of winter!’

The raindrops grew more numerous.

His body grew colder and colder, as if every drop of rain was freezing ice water.

"This is... the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique and the Nine Nether Profound True Water!"

The Yin-Yang Demoness was truly a veteran master of the Evil Dao; he understood in an instant.

Although the Song Realm didn’t share a border with the Great Zhou, the might of the experts from Great Zhou’s nine great families was legendary.

"Not good!"

Before his voice had faded, a bolt of lightning shot down from the clouds and struck him squarely.

"AARGH!"

The Yin-Yang Demoness let out a miserable scream, fell from mid-air, and slammed heavily onto the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

A moment later, the Luo River Three Uglies ambled over, snickering.

They each gave him a couple of kicks. The third brother chuckled. "Venerable Lord, he’s out cold. Do we kill him or bury him?"

"Of course not, you idiot!" Da Chou shot his brother a glare. "The Venerable Lord showed mercy, so he obviously wants him kept alive." Then he turned and said with a fawning smile, "Venerable Lord!"

"Mm, wake him up! You three stay here and guard Qingcheng Mountain. Don’t let anyone get near."

"Yes, Venerable Lord!"

The Three Uglies bowed in acceptance.

Zhao Rui nodded. With a flicker of his body, he vanished from their sight.

"The Venerable Lord’s Martial Arts have improved again. He’s so incredible."

The three were filled with envy. They had never seen this Technique before; it was completely unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

"The Venerable Lord’s identity... it’s probably not simple. The Great Zhou..."

"Huh? Are you looking to die? Shut up and just do your job."

"Got it, big brother!"

The three nodded sheepishly, then reluctantly hoisted the Yin-Yang Demoness onto their shoulders and started walking toward a four-cornered pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

"Big brother, he has breasts... and they’re kinda soft..."

"Shut up!"

"Big brother, you’re not gonna cop a feel? Once this guy wakes up, he won’t let you..."

"Shut up!"

...

The peaks of Emei Mountain were majestic and precipitous, its forests lush and dense.

On Golden Summit Mountain, golden light radiated in all directions as Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.

Countless young Martial Artists in white robes leaped and darted about, their longswords flashing through the sky. They formed a web of blades that stretched across the entire peak.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

"Venerable Vajra, how about we call an end to this battle?"

High above the mountain peak, a thin, old Monk from Mount Emei with a kind face and gentle eyes spoke, his palms pressed together.

"Elder Monk Puhua, your Emei Sect is truly full of surprises. Gui Xu has only just descended upon this world, yet you were able to cross thousands of miles to reach Golden Summit Mountain. This old monk is thoroughly impressed," the fat Monk with thick brows and large eyes across from him sneered, his gaze narrowed.

"Amitabha Buddha. All conditioned phenomena..."

"The Central Plains Martial Arts world is indeed full of hidden masters. I am thoroughly convinced of my defeat today. We shall meet again!"

Venerable Vajra unleashed his Infinite Buddhist Teachings, and his Vajra Zen Sound thundered through the valley, reaching every person’s ears with perfect clarity.

As his voice faded, dozens of masters used their Lightweight Skills to disengage from battle. Some leaped into the air, others jumped to the mountain’s summit, all of them looking down coldly at the members of the Emei Sect below.

"I won’t see you out!"

Zen Master Puhua smiled faintly, his expression betraying neither joy nor sorrow. Monks of the "Zhi" generation, like Zhi Sheng and Zen Master Zhishan, stood dispersed on either side of him.

Behind him were dozens more Grand Monks, each standing with the gravitas of a deep abyss and the presence of a towering mountain. They looked like wrathful Vajras, glaring coldly at their opponents.

"Withdraw!"

At Zen Master Jingang’s command, dozens of bizarrely-shaped masters leaped from the Golden Summit and vanished into the vast sea of clouds.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Seeing the enemy retreat, Zen Master Puhua chanted the Buddha’s name and ordered his disciples to strengthen their patrols. Then, he pressed his palms together and smiled at the arriving Dust. "Thank you, Master, for coming to our aid."

"The Emei Sect has masters as numerous as the clouds. I was merely gilding the lily," Dust said. "Now that the matter is resolved, I shall take my leave. I will return another day to discuss this with Zen Master Yu."

"Farewell, Master."

Dust gave a slight nod. His figure flickered and vanished from the summit of Emei Mountain.

「Half an hour later!」

A worried Dust rushed back to the sect gates. He saw Cang Zhenzi and the others on high alert, but it didn’t look like any major battle had taken place.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

And the resentment he felt toward Mount Emei also lessened somewhat.

He had been willing to disregard the safety of his own sect and personally go to Mount Emei’s aid, even when the Qingcheng Sect was facing a great enemy.

He was afraid that Mount Emei would be wiped out by the enemy.

But when he arrived, he discovered that Mount Emei had been prepared all along. An Elder of the "Pu" generation from the distant Song Realm, leading a group of Emei masters, was already lying in wait.