Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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By the roadside tea pavilion, figures flickered and shifted.

From within the pavilion, many a cheerful voice could be heard.

In front of the public, some waved fans while others struck the table to awaken its wood.

Dear audience, lend me your ears for a tale.

Within the copper mirror at the center of the tea pavilion stood two towering silhouettes, face to face.

The one donning a golden-trimmed Seven Stars Daoist robe and holding a Dao Sword, with an ethereal grace, was none other than Zhang Daoyi of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

His features were not particularly striking, yet there was something about him that was unforgettable.

If one word were needed to describe this quality, it would be 'comforting,' 'harmonious.'

The Buddhist monk, with his shiny bald head, draped in a magnificent kasaya, and holding a staff, exuded a transcendent quality, matching Zhang Daoyi in stance without being overshadowed in the least.

"The Buddhist monk has consumed the Buddha Bone Relic?" Zhang Daoyi frowned.

"And has the Daoist brother not also refined the Dragon Tiger Golden Core, the secret treasure of Dragon Tiger Mountain?" retorted the Buddhist monk, with a twitch of his eyebrows.

By this day, the secrets of both sides could no longer be concealed; their elders had already informed them.

With the aid of the Buddha Bone Relic and the Dragon Tiger Golden Core, these destined rivals had both stepped into the ninth level of the True Person Realm.

Both Buddhist and Daoist could only curse the other for their underhandedness deep in their hearts...

After two seconds of silence, the Daoist was the first to speak, "The hour is late; shall we begin?" Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

"That is exactly my wish; I dare not ask for more."

With the pleasantries exchanged, under the gaze of the multitude, both sides circulated their sect's profound techniques and clashed with a thunderous impact.

In the midst of resplendent radiance, the Buddhist monk shone like gilded metal. With each step, a lotus blossomed, and wherever the void supported him, swastika symbols of light appeared, transforming him into an imposing Vajra, who forcefully charged at Zhang Daoyi.

Zhang Daoyi remained unflustered upon seeing this. He let out a heavenward roar, and suddenly, two dragons of mana over two meters long—one azure and one vermilion—manifested around him. His Qi filled the Dao Sword, and with a sudden collision with the Buddhist monk, they merged into a vortex of battle, with ripples exploding across the sky.

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Inside the tea pavilion, even Bai Xiaosheng, who was previously narrating, couldn't help but hold his breath.

The crowd watched intently as the scene unfolded within the great copper mirror.

After yet another fierce collision between the Daoist and the Buddhist monk, a man in black within the silent pavilion suddenly began to speak aloud.

"Truly, the celestial geniuses in the top three of the Dragon Tiger Ranking stand on a whole different level from those below them."

"I was fortunate enough to witness the Demon Child in action once; absolutely none held such might. Such power might rival even the seasoned veterans who have toiled in the True Person Realm's ninth level for many years."

"What you say rings true. Twenty years ago, I too had the fortune to observe the great battle between the Master of Nong Mountain and Elder He Ling in the ninth level of the True Person Realm. This current fight is just a thread away from matching those renowned predecessors. Not even thirty years old and already so formidable; truly terrifying and awe-inspiring." Another individual agreed amidst the crowd.

"Young lady, now you realize how fearsome the celestial monks in the top three of the Dragon Tiger Ranking are, don't you? Your cousin who spoke of Taoist Yi Chengzi, ranked fifth, would consider it remarkable if he could withstand two moves in such a grand battle." A thin monkey-like cultivator suddenly teased a brow-skimming bangs and pink-dress-wearing female cultivator with a wink, causing the others to reveal knowing smiles.

The female cultivator, confronted by the jeering smiles of those around her, took out a piece of meat pie and turned her grief and anger into appetite, resuming her feast and puffing up her cheeks even more than before, taking on the appearance of a little pufferfish.

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In the far distance, a tall young man clad in blue battle armor rushed at full speed. He was unaware that the great battle between the Daoist and the Buddhist monk had started earlier than planned, and despite hastening, he was still a step too late.

"Daoist's cultivation is impressive, Shen Hui admires it. How about we decide the outcome with one decisive strike next?" After another head-on collision with Zhang Daoyi, the Buddhist monk steadied himself and suddenly spoke.

At this moment, the sky was filled with innumerable swirling Dharma Seals.

Surrounding the Daoist, the azure dragon and vermilion tiger had swelled to more than ten meters in size, reminiscent of guardian spirits circling him. Especially the azure dragon – with one swipe of its mighty tail, dozens of Dharma Seals shattered and dispersed.

"What the Buddhist monk proposes aligns perfectly with my thoughts. Continuing this way makes it uncertain when the victor will emerge. We might as well settle it with one strike, with no regrets in life or death!"

As they looked into each other's eyes, mutual respect was evident. They then simultaneously channeled all their mana for the next assault.

"Thousand Buddhas Towards Sect, Sumi Dharma Seal."

A sly glint flashed in Shen Hui's eyes. The countless seals left swirling in the air could all serve as the force behind this technique, and Zhang Daoyi had fallen right into his calculation with this wager.

Countless swastika Dharma Seals merged into the suddenly emerging colossal handprint in the sky. The golden Buddha Seal descended like a world-ending force onto Zhang Daoyi from above.

Zhang Daoyi knit his brows, realizing he had been outsmarted, yet remained composed.

"Dragon Tiger Holy Sword, Open the Heavens!"

With a shout, suddenly, on either side of Zhang Daoyi, the shadows of a sacred dragon and tiger appeared, their power conferred by the sacred creatures. At this crucial junction, Zhang Daoyi suddenly closed his eyes and when he reopened them, a boundless and dazzling beam of Sword Qi filled the expanse.

In the battle between the Daoist and the Buddhist monk, who would emerge as the ultimate victor?

Everyone eagerly awaited the outcome.

This battle could well become a pivotal point for the fortunes of the Buddhist and Daoist sects, touching the hearts and minds of countless individuals.

Even the leaders of the Daoist and Buddhist teams seated below couldn't help but grow tense with anticipation.

Just as the two torrents of mana were about to collide, suddenly, a joyous cry resonated through heaven and earth:

"Wu Ding, Water Dragon Chant!"

"Stabilizing the Waves!"

At that moment.

In the very center of the battle between the Daoist and the Buddhist monk, unexpectedly, a blue divine spear appeared, positioning itself in the heart of their clash.