Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 485 - 461 Gui Mountain Old Mother

The Golden Eyes Demon King, with his mythical beast form, covered in fur, simply repelled the water mist from his vicinity.

Zhu Yang cultivated the "Blood Flame Da Yan True Technique," which filled him with fiery mana. Before the mist could even approach, it vaporized in the heat, leaving him untouched by its coldness.

As for Lu Qingfeng, he was even more fearsome.

He allowed the cold air to invade, but within him, the Shebi Corpse Demon God opened its gaping maw wide, devouring all the incoming cold Qi ruthlessly.

In this way.

The sorcery was rendered useless.

After numerous twists and unexpected turns, they finally reached a natural stone bridge that was no wider than a foot. The precarious path twisted and turned, clinging to the side of a cliff hundreds of feet above the ground.

Below was a bottomless gorge with tumultuous waters, where the rushing springs collided with the strange rocks, sending water droplets skyward. The splashes transformed into a vast expanse of white fog that covered the surface of the gorge like a blanket of steamed clouds, rolling towards the cave from which Lu Qingfeng and his companions had just come.

Most of this evil mist originated from the cave walls, while the rest seeped from the depths of the gorge.

With surging waves and roaring torrents, the sound was as dense as a rainstorm lashing against windows, beads of water clashing against jade—incessant and complex, yet the true shape of the water remained concealed by the enveloping mist.

Lu Qingfeng looked on in astonishment.

The three of them had penetrated deep into Turtle Mountain, yet they could not fathom how many miles.

Unexpectedly, within the belly of Turtle Mountain lay such a perilous and eerie chasm.

Ahead, darkness seemed to create a barrier of gloom and mist, its depths obscured. Coupled with the roaring rapids and the melancholic sound of the springs, with echoes as if the valley itself was speaking in ghostly tongues, the scene took on an ever more secretive and sinister air.

"The Water Palace of Gui Mountain Old Mother is located inside this bottomless gorge."

As Zhu Yang spoke, his words had barely trailed off.

Suddenly, from afar, a chorus of phoenix cries rang out, followed by a bank of light clouds drifting overhead. Instantly, the mist intensified, and a foul wind began to rise.

"Stop!"

"Who goes there, you demon!"

Golden Eyes Demon King bellowed, his eyes emitting a golden radiance that pierced through the clouds overhead. Illuminated by the golden light, a massive python emerged, swallowing clouds and spewing mist, its appearance truly terrifying.

Zhu Yang frowned upon seeing it. "This is the Xuan Yin Beauty Python from the Sea Eye Cold Spring, which thrives in the cold waters year-round. Inside it, an inner core comprised of the essence of Xuan Yin Jellyfish, the bane of all Yin Fires. I didn’t expect that Gui Mountain Old Mother would have such a creature in her dominion—her methods are indeed not trifling."

"Xuan Yin Beauty Python," Lu Qingfeng muttered as he eyed the giant serpent in the clouds.

The python looked menacing as it opened its mouth and spewed waves of mist at them. Within the mist, waves of coldness and gloomy Yin Qi loomed. Once touched by it, one might face a peril far worse than the water mist from the cave walls encountered earlier.

"Be cautious of a sneak attack from Gui Mountain Old Mother, fellow Daoist Dutian. Leave this Xuan Yin Beauty Python to Zhu here to handle," Zhu Yang telepathically warned.

In sudden motion, the Blood Flame Saber appeared in his hand, slicing through the air like a streak of Blood Radiance. The roaring Blood Flame scattered the clouds in every direction. With unrelenting force, Zhu aimed at the Xuan Yin Beauty Python.

Hiss!

Unaware of the danger, the python lashed its tail to strike the Blood Flame Saber, not realizing it was playing right into Zhu Yang’s hands. The blade of the saber met the python’s tail, piercing through it and leaving an ultra-thin gash.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Zhu Yang gestured to recall the Blood Flame Saber, just as the python in the sky attempted another attack. To its shock, it suddenly felt consumed by the spreading Poison Fire Blood Flame within its body. Losing stability, it plummeted down, with only a hissing cry echoing from the bottomless gorge.

"A fine Blood Flame Saber indeed," Lu Qingfeng complimented upon witnessing Zhu Yang’s technique. Although the magic artifact had a somewhat sinister nature, its power was undeniable. Its unpredictable strikes made it a formidable weapon, poised to catch any unwitting foe off guard.

Even if one were prepared.

In a moment’s distraction, they might be struck as had happened previously in Green Wood Valley’s Yue Zhong.

In fact.

Many powerful individuals across the world knew of Zhu Yang’s possession of the Blood Flame Saber, notorious for its viciousness and ruthlessness. But the extent of its malice and cunning was largely unknown. In a duel, even with ample caution, one would still fall victim to its treachery.

If used skillfully.

Even a Mahayana True Immortal might suffer an unexpected setback, and though unscathed, they would lose face nonetheless.

As they observed the saber, from deep within the gorge, a kind-hearted voice drifted upwards, "So the East Sea Ghost Immortal has come to visit—this old woman has failed to greet you properly from afar, please forgive my rudeness."

Lu Qingfeng glanced downwards.

The waters of the gorge became turbulent, and three figures appeared standing atop rising springs, equal in elevation to Lu Qingfeng and his companions. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

On each side stood a handsome man, bare-chested and displaying a robust physique.

The elderly woman at the front wore a black robe, hunched at the waist with many wrinkles on her face, and held an icy sword in her hands.

This had to be Gui Mountain Old Mother, monopolizing the North Sea Sea Eye.

The voice that had just spoken was certainly hers.

"Gui Mountain Old Mother," Zhu Yang said, clutching the Red Flame Saber but too weak to show much fight.

Gui Mountain Old Mother looked benevolent, nodding and smiling, "I’ve long heard of the great name of Ghost Immortal. Seeing the Blood Flame Saber today, it is indeed extraordinary. This Xuan Yin Beauty Python I occasionally use for training is immune to fire, but I never imagined it would suffer from Poison Fire."

Gui Mountain Old Mother continued, and from within the gorge, a python’s head emerged, its eyes angrily locked onto Zhu Yang. It then cozied up to Gui Mountain Old Mother, seemingly in pain as it wagged its tail.

"Ah," Gui Mountain Old Mother sighed and shook her head with a soft tap, and the Xuan Yin Beauty Python began to freeze from the head down. A look of terror appeared in its eyes before it turned into an ice sculpture.

Crack!

With a clear sound, the ice sculpture shattered into fragments, falling into the gorge and disappearing. Only an inner core the size of a fist remained, floating up, which Gui Mountain Old Mother picked up and placed in the treasured mirror held by the handsome man beside her, where it was absorbed and vanished.

"What a ruthlessly vicious witch!" the Golden Eyes Demon King exclaimed, having witnessed Gui Mountain Old Mother casually slay the rare Xuan Yin Beauty Python for its core.

"Golden Eyes, your words are mistaken," the Turtle Mountain Old Mother retorted with a shake of her head, an air of pity in her tone. Her beloved venomous snake had been struck by the Ghost Immortal’s Blood Flame Saber, and its body tainted by the Poison Fire Blood Flame—only the Cold Cloud Pill, Ice Heart Pill, or Pure Pill could cure it now. Given her misunderstandings with the Three Sects, it was impossible to obtain these three magical pills. Unwilling to watch her serpent suffer through a hundred and eight days of agony, she could only bear the pain and grant it release.

The Golden-Eyed Demon King chuckled derisively, disdain written across his face. This old hag was notoriously cruel and ruthless, yet here she was, putting on a farcical show of compassion—enough to turn one’s stomach.

"Enough talk, old witch! Take this blow from me!" In the midst of their conversation, the Golden-Eyed Demon King noticed the Turtle Mountain Old Mother’s gaze flickering towards Lu Qingfeng and felt a surge of impulse. Without hesitation, he let out a thunderous roar and lifted his rod, bringing it crashing down toward her.

Reading the situation, Zhu Yang immediately understood. Both he and the Golden-Eyed Demon King were long-renowned powerhouses of the East Sea, and even the Turtle Mountain Old Mother, secluded in the North Sea, had heard of them. However, Lu Qingfeng had only recently gained fame as the Dutian Daoist in East Sea Jin Mountain.

For just over a decade.

The Turtle Mountain Old Mother likely had not heard of him, or even if she had heard faint whispers, she would not recognize him amidst the chaos. Striking now was far better than after she had discerned Lu Qingfeng’s identity and become cautious and guarded.

"First, snatch the Yuan Gui Divine Sword, and the Cold Marrow will be ours!" Zhu Yang communicated telepathically with Lu Qingfeng.

With the Blood Flame Saber in hand, he followed the Golden-Eyed Demon King’s lead, both striking at the Turtle Mountain Old Mother.

"Youthful impulsiveness," the Turtle Mountain Old Mother remarked, shaking her head as she saw Zhu Yang and the Golden-Eyed Demon King’s assault. In her hand, the Yuan Gui Divine Sword made a seemingly effortless slash through the air, and at that moment, a cold light bloomed, bathing the cavern in a chilling glow. The temperature plummeted to what felt like a hundredfold drop. Instantly, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, and the Golden-Eyed Demon King, in the midst of his attack, was fixed mid-swing, his body rigid in the air.

The Blood Flame Saber cut through the sky.

It started out incredibly swift, but upon encountering the cold light, it slowed to an utter crawl, the faint traces of Blood Flame on the blade almost snuffed out in the process.

"What a formidable Yuan Gui Divine Sword," Lu Qingfeng thought with delight. "Nurtured within the North Sea Sea Eye for fifty thousand years, it’s probably integrated the seventy-two layers of Earth Evil Restriction into a single layer of Heavenly Gang Restriction, just one step shy of becoming an Immortal Artifact!"

As the cold light approached, Lu Qingfeng did not hesitate. Above his head, the Five-Colored Divine Light soared into the sky and brushed directly over the Yuan Gui Divine Sword in the Turtle Mountain Old Mother’s grip.

"Hmm?" The Turtle Mountain Old Mother, who had just been delighted that neither the Golden-Eyed Demon King nor Zhu Yang could overcome her Yuan Gui Divine Sword, was paying keen attention to Lu Qingfeng. She had spent years practicing her sorcery in seclusion at North Sea Turtle Mountain, paying little heed to the outside world. She was ignorant of even those strong figures who had shaken a region for decades or centuries.

Completely unfamiliar with Lu Qingfeng, who had just risen to fame over the past decade or so, she struggled to recall any information about him. Catching sight of the rising Five-Colored Divine Light, she frowned.

"Overestimating your abilities!" With a scoff, she brandished the Yuan Gui Divine Sword at the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Zhu Yang and the Golden-Eyed Demon King nearly cheered at the sight. Striking a magic artifact against Lu Qingfeng’s Five-Colored Divine Light was an act that, if it happened in the East Sea, might have spared Lu Qingfeng’s ire today, but certainly would subject the Turtle Mountain Old Mother to ridicule from the East Sea cultivators for a long time to come.

"This—" Lu Qingfeng himself was quite taken aback.

Yet no one could blame the Turtle Mountain Old Mother. With the Yuan Gui Divine Sword in her possession, she had stood unchallenged in the North Sea. No matter the opponent, all manner of spells and magic artifacts paled in comparison.

Her heart had become fearless.

Now facing the Five-Colored Divine Light, she regarded it as mere common sorcery.

But she didn’t understand that she was walking right into a trap.

Boom!

The Five-Colored Divine Light descended sharply.

As the Turtle Mountain Old Mother clashed with the sword, the Divine Light shone fiercely, glinting indomitably against the frigid glow. A sense of foreboding arose in her heart, but it was too late to retreat. Suddenly, she felt the sword slipping from her grasp.

Looking down in shock, she saw the Supreme Treasure, the Yuan Gui Divine Sword that had dominated the North Sea Sea Eye, vanish from her hand. Swiftly looking up, she saw the handsome Daoist in the Profound Green Daoist Robe, holding not only the Yuan Gui Divine Sword, but what other than the sacred item?

"This—" The Old Mother’s eyes bulged with disbelief and anger. "You conniving thief, daring to steal my magic artifact!"

In a moment of disarray, with her treasured artifact snatched away, she snatched a precious mirror from a nearby disciple, raised it high in the air, and shook it fiercely at Lu Qingfeng. A cold gleam flashed, sending forth a chill light as intense as the Yuan Gui Divine Sword’s, aiming to freeze Lu Qingfeng solid.

"Unlearnt your lesson!" Lu Qingfeng shook his head.

The Five-Colored Divine Light above him was yet to fade when he raised his Star Sand Sword in one hand and the Yuan Gui Divine Sword in the other. The Five-Colored Divine Light surged forth, sweeping directly at the Turtle Mountain Old Mother as she brandished her precious mirror.

The Five-Colored Divine Light was invincible!

Instantly, the Turtle Mountain Old Mother’s grip was once again empty. Looking up, she saw that her Water Palace Celestial Mirror, painstakingly refined with the essence of the Xuan Yin Jellyfish from the inner core of the Xuan Yin Beauty Python, had fallen into the hands of the Daoist.

"This doesn’t bode well!" The Old Mother’s skin crawled with cold sweat.

Having lost two Supreme Treasures in quick succession, her own prowess was barely enough to contend with Zhu Yang or the Golden-Eyed Demon King alone. Now facing their alliance, with Lu Qingfeng, an enigmatic Daoist by their side, how could she possibly stand a chance?

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