Chapter 109: Chapter 108: The White Wolf King of Three Absolutes Mountain

The group looked toward the empty lot behind the village, where three figures were revealed under the moonlight.

The man in the lead was tall and slender, with a fair face and a light beard. He wore the white robes of a Scholar and held a folding fan in his hand. The leisurely expression on his face had yet to fade, but his eyes now blazed with shock and rage.

Following behind him were two people, a man and a woman. The man had shifty, rat-like features and carried a trident, while the woman was gaudily made up, her foxy eyes glistening alluringly.

The pair didn’t yet know what had happened and were merely surprised that the white-robed Scholar had suddenly stopped. "Second Master?"

But the white-robed Scholar was already looking at the small courtyard not far away. Snapping the folding fan shut in his palm, he regained his composure. "What an exquisite Array. Since you’re all so vigilant, I presume my worthless nephew died at your hands?"

"What?" The man and woman were startled. They followed the white-robed Scholar’s gaze and finally saw a semi-transparent radiance flash and vanish in mid-air.

Gu Zhao walked to the courtyard gate. He glanced at their opponents, then turned to Zhuo Qingyan.

Zhuo Qingyan understood his unspoken question and said softly, "Everyone is asleep." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Gu Zhao nodded. "We need to build Daluo Palace as soon as possible. Otherwise, we risk dragging ordinary people into this."

Taoist Yan Song chuckled. "Once Daluo Palace is built, Cui Mountain Village won’t have to worry about being involved."

The day Daluo Palace was completed would be the day Bian Palace, Three Extremes Mountain, and the Golden Wind Sect became history. The Taoist Sect’s fame would shake Changping Prefecture, so there would naturally be no risk of dragging Cui Mountain Village into their conflicts.

Taoist Yi Hong’s eyes narrowed. He stared at the white-robed Scholar for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "His Cultivation is very high. I should be the one to go first."

Taoist Yan Song laughed teasingly. "I’ve heard of your reputation—kindly-faced and benevolent, highly respected, a peaceful and natural disposition... the very model of a master Daoist. What’s gotten into you now? Are you really possessed by Guan Shuai?"

Taoist Yi Hong grinned in response. "Because now, I can actually fight."

Gu Zhao took a step forward, but the two old Daoists turned back in unison and pointed to the two people behind the white-robed Scholar. "You take care of them first."

Gu Zhao was speechless. "He’s very powerful. This isn’t the time to be fighting over who gets the kill."

Taoist Yan Song chuckled. "All the more reason to divide and conquer. Our chances to show off in front of you are dwindling, so let us handle the heavy lifting for you this time."

Gu Zhao was touched. He nodded, then turned his gaze to the two minions, his eyes glinting coldly. "Then let’s finish them off first."

"Such audacity!" the rat-eyed man shrieked, brandishing his trident. "My lord is the Second King of Three Extremes Mountain, whose might shakes Changping Prefecture! What gives you the right to spout such arrogance?"

"What gives us the right?" Taoist Yi Hong chuckled and strode into the Dragon-locking Array. Within two or three steps, his body shot up to nearly two meters tall. He gestured with his hand, and an afterimage tore through the void and flew into his grasp.

"His steed, Red Hare, travels a thousand li; his Cyan Dragon Crescent Saber passes the five great gates! His loyalty and righteousness fill the cosmos; from this day forth, a hero’s might shakes the land!"

Taoist Yi Hong held his Cyan Dragon Crescent Saber behind his back, his righteous aura soaring to the heavens. He made a Sword Pointing gesture with his left hand toward the white-robed Scholar and declared in a theatrical, operatic tone, "State your name, challenger! My saber does not slay the nameless!"

Gu Zhao, "..."

Taoist Yan Song, "..."

Gu Zhao couldn’t help but sigh. "He’s usually pretty normal, isn’t he?"

Taoist Yan Song flicked his sleeve, his face changing to a red theatrical mask. He shook his head from side to side. "He is. I have no idea why he turns into a completely different person the moment he faces an enemy."

Gu Zhao shot Taoist Yan Song a look before turning away, not wanting to speak.

The white-robed Scholar looked from Taoist Yi Hong to Taoist Yan Song and sneered, "Two old Mages. Your Cultivation is low, but your mouths are big. Do you really think this Array can trap me?"

"We’ll find out once we try!" Taoist Yi Hong’s eyes bulged as he swung his saber down in a mighty chop. His Magical Power condensed on the blade’s edge, seemingly capable of splitting a mountain.

The white-robed Scholar’s gaze hardened, and he surprisingly met the saber’s edge with his folding fan. "I’d like to see—"

BANG!

Tremendous force erupted, sending shockwaves scattering in all directions.

The white-robed Scholar’s expression changed. He used the momentum to flip backward and retreat, frantically circulating the Demon Qi in his body to dispel and absorb the invading Magical True Qi. The process, however, was incredibly inefficient.

He had been a little careless and failed to raise his protective power. His opponent’s True Qi had invaded his body, and only then did he realize how primordial and pure it was, like the Celestial Dao itself. Its might surpassed even the Demon Power he had spent centuries refining.

"Who are you people?" the white-robed Scholar roared. His Demon Power flared, finally expelling the True Qi from his body.

"Daluo Palace! My Daoist name is Yi Hong!" Taoist Yi Hong roared with laughter and chopped down with his saber again.

The white-robed Scholar’s eyes turned vicious as he met the attack head-on. "Three Extremes Mountain! White Wolf King!"

Although the White Wolf King’s Dao Practice was higher than Taoist Yi Hong’s, Taoist Yi Hong had the upper hand in raw strength. The White Wolf King used the momentum to spin and aimed a kick at Taoist Yi Hong’s temple, but the Daoist pivoted on his hand, swinging his saber in a full circle and forcing his opponent to retreat.

Seeing Taoist Yi Hong and the White Wolf King locked in a tangle, Taoist Yan Song was unable to use his Taiyi Wind and Fire. He switched to a yellow theatrical mask, drew his Seven-Star Sword, and with seven brilliant flourishes, thrust it straight at the demon.

The White Wolf King moved like the wind. With a flick and a twirl of his folding fan, he deflected Taoist Yan Song’s sword. Demon Power coated the fan, turning it sharp as a blade. He swiped it back, and if Taoist Yan Song had not dodged in time, his wrist would have been sliced open.

Gu Zhao watched them trade blows for seven or eight rounds. ’Taoist Yi Hong is the tank, Taoist Yan Song is the swordsman, and they’re facing an agile assassin-type in the White Wolf King with his graceful Lightweight Skill. They can hold their own for a while.’

Gu Zhao then turned his attention to the rat-eyed man and the gaudy woman standing nearby.

Behind him, Zhuo Qingyan raised her Dongxiao. The melody of "Drunken Rain Pavilion," elegant and sorrowful, drifted faintly into the ears of the man and woman, piercing straight into their Seas of Consciousness.

"You wretched wench, you’re courting death!" the gaudy woman shrieked, lunging for Zhuo Qingyan. But just as she moved, a flash of purple light streaked past her eyes, and a thunderclap boomed in her ears.

The gaudy woman shot backward, her body blurring into an afterimage. The afterimage was struck by the Thunder Technique, while she herself narrowly dodged the Palm Thunder.

Gu Zhao raised an eyebrow, lifting his right hand slightly. "Silk Embroideress, spear!"

"Young Master, catch!"

A Bright Silver Spear flew through the air. Gu Zhao reached out and caught it, then gave the rat-eyed man and the gaudy woman a slight smile. "I’ve recently learned the Xingyi Six Harmonies Spear technique. You two will be my first test."

"You’re courting death, kid!"

The rat-eyed man shrieked, his body blurring into an afterimage as he lunged. His trident created three whistling sounds as it stabbed straight toward Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhao blocked and deflected with his Long Spear, knocking the trident aside. Then, pulling his arm back, he thrust forward again in a Phoenix Nod, the tip of his spear arriving instantly at the rat-eyed man’s chest.

The rat-eyed man let out a strange cry and tried to flip away, but he saw a purple light flash on the tip of the spear. A Thunderbolt then struck his Protective Demon Power, shattering most of it and sending a numbing jolt through his entire body.

"That’s my own creation, Spear Thunder. How do you like it?" Gu Zhao said with a smile.

As his Cultivation had grown, he no longer needed hand seals or Chanting to channel Magical Power for his Palm Thunder; he could now cast it with a single thought. He had also been developing some new applications for it. Based on today’s test, the results were excellent.

The only answer he received was a shriek. "Rou Niang, save me!"