Shi Feiyang had a plan in mind and ordered Leng Yun to go to Qingyang Palace once more.

Leng Yun, accompanied by more than twenty fellow disciples, each carrying weapons, arrived outside of Qingyang Palace and stood outside the main gate to challenge them to a fight.

Soon, a Taoist from inside came out, "I thought you brought some experts down from Emei Mountain. Turns out it's just the same defeated rabble as before! My master said that the Emei Sect has offended the Blood God and is forced to seal off the mountain for self-protection. Their disciples dare not venture out anymore, and sure enough, it's true. It's always you lot, like a bunch of rotten garlic!"

The knights of the Jianghu from the Emei Sect couldn't bear such humiliation—each of them moved their hand to draw their swords, ready to fight to the death.

Leng Yun stopped everyone, "I am the head senior brother of Emei's lower court. I was occupied before and couldn't come; now, let me have a match with you!"

Having experienced the issue with Yu Yunzhong, Leng Yun had become more cautious, not as rash as in the past. In the days before, listening to the descriptions of the various sword techniques and evil skills of the opponent from returning junior disciples, he knew he was no match and did not rashly make an appearance. Instead, he had waited at Jade Emperor Temple for Shi Feiyang to finish his retreat. Now with Shi Feiyang backing him, he finally had the confidence to draw his treasure sword and strike a pose to start fighting with the Taoist.

Leng Yun was originally a martial genius and had received a surge of True Qi from Shi Feiyang, gaining the equivalent of sixty years of martial effort out of thin air.

This external True Qi could not be entirely retained. It gradually waned over time, but still left a small portion. Coupled with the years of diligent study and practice for revenge, his martial arts had become first-rate in the world today!

A set of Extinction Swordsmanship was executed in just over a dozen moves—brilliant sword light flashed, pressing the Taoist to the point where he could only desperately defend and continuously retreat.

Leng Yun relentlessly advanced, intent on killing the opponent to avenge his junior brothers.

Another Taoist brandished his sword and came to attack. As Leng Yun just managed to engage him in a fierce battle, the previously fleeing Taoist threw two Deadly Nails.

These Deadly Nails were considered Magical Treasures. Once thrown, the Taoist pinched a Spell and chanted incantations, instantly turning them into two sparks of green fire that shot towards the target locked in his mind.

Two disciples of the Emei Sect with large pus-filled sores on their shoulders were injured by these things; even their treasure swords were broken. If those swords hadn't been of good quality, the nails could have even pierced through their shoulders!

Leng Yun was in the midst of sword fighting with the latter Taoist when he saw the two green sparks flying his way. Knowing the danger, he bellowed, "You're using trickery!"

He leapt back more than a meter away, using his sword to guard the vital points. During this action, he heard two screams of agony.

Turning to look, he saw the two Taoists already fallen to the ground, eyes wide open in death, each with a three-inch-long Deadly Nail in their neck. A blackish spike emitted green fire burning from inside out, charring the flesh and bone around their throats.

There were over fifty people present with more than a hundred eyes watching, yet nobody saw clearly what had happened!

The two Deadly Nails, clearly aimed at Leng Yun, suddenly appeared in the necks of the two Taoists!

The Taoists from Qingyang Palace were not convinced; two more charged forward, one drawing a treasure sword and the other wielding a horsetail whisk, leaping into battle against Leng Yun.

Seeing they were outnumbered, the Emei Sect's people began to shout, wanting to rush forward.

"Don't move! I alone am enough!" The unexpected redirection of the Deadly Nails greatly bolstered Leng Yun's confidence, knowing it was their Master "Yue Yun" secretly intervening. Suddenly, he felt as if the sky was higher and the earth wider, believing he had nothing to fear!

Before coming down the mountain, Shi Feiyang told him that if the opponent used ordinary martial arts and hidden weapons, he would not interfere and would let Leng Yun handle it himself. However, if the opponent used a Spell or a Flying Sword, Shi Feiyang would certainly take action.

Had it been an ordinary hidden weapon used moments ago, no matter how powerful, Shi Feiyang would not have intervened.

Leng Yun, invigorated, wielded his Extinction Swordsmanship, pressing down on the two opposing Taoists in combat, "Watch this! No matter how many they send today, I'll take care of them all by myself!"

His martial arts were genuinely superior; he quickly had the two opposing Taoists scrambling to cope.

Another Taoist from the rear started casting, releasing a stream of Poison Smoke from his sleeve, which slithered towards Leng Yun like a Poisonous Snake or a strange python.

The crowd cried out in alarm, calling the technique sorcery and urging Leng Yun to retreat.

But Leng Yun paid no mind and continued his attack.

Shi Feiyang, invisibly floating overhead, extended his hand and grabbed the Poison Smoke, splitting it into three portions which he kneaded into balls and forcibly stuffed into the mouths of the three Taoists.

The crowd couldn't see him; they only saw the Poison Smoke moving in mid-air, suddenly dividing into three segments, rolling into balls, and reverse flying back, hitting the two Taoists dueling with Leng Yun and the Taoist casting from behind each in the face.

"Not good! There's poison in my smoke..." The casting Taoist was still warning his companions when the Poison Smoke was directly forced into his throat. After taking a couple of steps, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The other two Taoists hastily held their breaths and leapt back to avoid it but still got hit by the Poison Smoke in the face, which entered their bodies through every orifice.

The three Taoists turned black and collapsed on the ground, unconscious, unresponsive to the world.

The remaining people were stunned, not knowing what skill Leng Yun had used and hurried to find their master, the Sage of Qingyang Palace.

That Sage was tall and thin with a hint of green in his skin, especially evident on his face; with a green visage and long beard, he was clothed in a green Daoist robe, holding a bamboo staff.

The fellow looked like a goat demon incarnate, followed by four young disciples. He didn't walk on the ground; instead, wrapped in a swirl of green clouds, he floated towards them an inch above the ground.

"Who dares to run wild in front of my Daoist sanctuary?"

This green-faced sage practiced an unorthodox Daoist Technique. He could not stop his aging over the years, and his voice was harsh to the ear. He loved to speak with an exaggerated cadence, posing as an Immortal Venerable—which made people want to beat him up!

Shi Feiyang transmitted to Leng Yun, "No need to waste words with him, go up and finish him!"

With his master's backing, Leng Yun shouted loudly, "Old demon! Your life is mine!"

He lunged forward and executed the "Extinction Double Kill". Because he moved so swiftly, the gleaming sword light drew a cross in the air, a horizontal and vertical stroke aiming straight for the body of the old sage of Qingyang.

"Well done!"

"Don't be rude!"

The four major disciples of Qingyang Ancestor simultaneously struck, each wielding a Magical Treasure:

One wielded a banner, raising a ghostly wind from the ground that carried sand and stones aloft.

Another shook a bell, causing the mind to waver, eyes to dazzle, and waves of dizziness to ensue.

Another sent forth a Flying Sword, meeting the treasure sword head-on, intending to chop Leng Yun into four pieces, sword and all.

Yet another cast out a pair of Double Rings; one looped towards Leng Yun's feet, the other towards his neck.

These techniques, not to mention Leng Yun who hadn't even managed to forge a Flying Sword, even a bona fide Sword Immortal couldn't withstand them.

However, Shi Feiyang, hiding in the shadows, captured the third person's Flying Sword and thrust it into the chest of the one shaking the banner, using the spurting blood to curse the bell-ringer. In an instant, blood poured from the bell-ringer's seven orifices, the resentment fuelling the bell's Soul Capture Evil Sound, which instantly seized the soul of the one wielding the Double Rings. The Double Rings then fell upon the neck of the swordsman, twisting and tightening to snap the neck at once.

The four men cursed as they struck, bringing about an "all-around suicide" within the blink of an eye, all collapsing to the ground.

Those present nearly dropped their jaws in shock, bulging their eyes at the four people, finding the situation beyond fathom.

Qingyang Ancestor, a real cultivator, also felt a bit apprehensive about seizing Qingyang Palace this time.

This place was within the influence of the Emei Sect, which had grown increasingly strong over the years, leaving little room for their kind to survive.

Hearing that the Emei Sect had offended the Blood God and closed off their mountain, daring not to come out, indeed not seeing an Emei disciple for a long while, he boldly took the opportunity to seize the Qingyang Palace, long coveted.

Now witnessing such bizarre occurrences, he surmised it must be the doing of a master from the Emei Sect!

He exerted all his power but couldn't detect any abnormalities in the surroundings, thinking the person must be a high-level master, perhaps of the Three Immortals and Two Elders rank.

Qingyang Ancestor, having "the fortune" to witness Xun Lanyin's action once in the past, knew he was no match, suddenly broke into a cold sweat, barely concealing his terror as he called out loudly, "Which Daoist friend from the Emei Sect is present? Please reveal yourself!"

No sooner had he spoken than his face was struck by a slap.

"Smack! Smack!" Two successive slaps, one for each cheek, turned the old face swiftly red.

Qingyang Ancestor, quick to react, saw his bamboo staff transform into a long, green Poisonous Snake, over a dozen feet in length, flying and coiling around him, shimmering with a green light.

This was a Magical Treasure he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, merging the Primordial Spirit of a thousand-year-old snake; even if the enemy could turn invisible, just capturing a hint of their aura would enable it to track and consume them!

But as the green snake circled him several times, it failed to sense a wisp of the enemy's aura.

So profound were the Emei Sect's Invisibility Techniques that his lesser Daoist Skills couldn't locate them.

Furthermore, Shi Feiyang wasn't close when slapping Qingyang Ancestor but had done so from a distance.

Qingyang Ancestor, unable to find his foe and scared witless after receiving two slaps, no longer dared utter threats or linger in place. He leaped into the air, stepping on the green snake, ready to flee.

He had barely risen three meters when his body suddenly dropped. Unsure of what had happened, he plummeted back to the ground, landing sprawled on his back!

"Did I allow you to leave?" Shi Feiyang's voice spoke, still cloaked by invisibility.

Qingyang Ancestor clambered up from the ground, utterly terrified, and asked, "May I inquire which Daoist friend from the Emei Sect..."

Before he could finish, Shi Feiyang slapped him twice more.

The first two slaps were meant to humiliate, but these two were delivered with force, knocking out five of Qingyang Ancestor's good teeth and swiftly inflating his old face with swelling.

"Do you even deserve to address me as a Daoist friend?"

Qingyang Ancestor was filled with shame and hatred as he spat out teeth, "Senior! Senior! Might I know which senior from the Emei Sect graces us..." Towards the end, he spoke carefully, fearful of another beating.

"You're not even worthy of knowing my name, Qingyang, halfbaked talent. I've long heard about your misdeeds; you come to Chengdu to wreak havoc, seizing Qingyang Palace, even killing our Emei Sect's people. Today I shall chop you to pieces, mince you into lamb sauce, then extract your Primordial Spirit and cast it down the Beast Path..."

Qingyang Ancestor paled from fright, his face shifting from green to white, then red, looking like dead clay.

He had Flying Swords and Magical Treasures at his disposal, but with no enemy in sight, he was clueless whom to target.

He then thought of a plan; abruptly, he released his Flying Sword to strike at Leng Yun.

He expected that attacking Leng Yun would surely provoke a reaction from the assailant; as soon as they showed the slightest sign, he'd launch all his remaining treasures at them!

However, the green sword light didn't hit Leng Yun but changed course midway, slicing his remaining dozen disciples in half like cutting wheat. Swirling green light and a shower of blood ensued. The Qingyang Sword, of remarkable quality, was unstoppable; his disciples couldn't deflect or escape it and were quickly slain.

Finally, the green sword light circled back, flying toward Qingyang Ancestor himself.

In a frenzy, Qingyang Ancestor cast spells rapidly, attempting to control the sword, but to no avail. In a panic, he pointed, causing the bamboo staff on the ground to transform once again into a green Poisonous Snake, which flew up to coil around the Flying Sword.

Most of his lifetime's efforts were invested in the green bamboo staff, which should have withstood all his Magical Treasures, including this Flying Sword.

But now, under Shi Feiyang's control, the Qingyang Sword, though not fiercely brilliant, carried boundless force, severing the Poisonous Snake in two, reducing it to bamboo fragments.

The sword light continued its trajectory toward Qingyang Ancestor.

"Spare my life, Senior!" Qingyang Ancestor could no longer preserve his dignity, and with a thud, he knelt down, pleading desperately for mercy.

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