Yellow Court Daoist

He Mountain Dao.

At the mountain gate, the disciples were panic-stricken.

Inside the main peak's grand hall, several Daoists stood separated.

Step, step, step!

The sound of galloping hooves came from beyond the skies, arousing the alertness of the few, who looked outside.

"Ah!"

They saw the Six Paths True Man riding a horse, charging into the hall with the Five Horses Floating Tomb.

"Horses."

In the hall, a Daoist beckoned to the five Yin Horses, which immediately charged toward him and vanished into his embrace.

This Daoist, clad in a robe of light and shadow, exuding the aura of iron-armored troops, was none other than True Man Futu, one of the Six Perfecteds of He Mountain Dao. Commanding the Five Horses Floating Lock, he oversaw an area of hundreds of thousands of miles for He Mountain Dao — truly formidable.

It was from him that the Six Paths True Man had borrowed the Five Horses Floating Lock to track down the whereabouts of Lu Qingfeng.

Regrettably, a slight misstep had allowed Lu Qingfeng to escape.

"I wonder why my three elder brothers urgently called me back. What matter is at hand?"

Six Paths True Man nodded towards the Green Robed Daoist nearby and then turned to the other three, raising the question aloud.

Certainly, a matter of great urgency was at hand; otherwise, the Five Yin True Man wouldn't have directly recalled the Five Yin Bag, nor would True Man Futu have summoned back the Yin Horses.

Inside the hall.

True Man Futu and Five Yin True Man exchanged a look; eventually, it was Five Yin True Man who spoke solemnly, "Fellow disciple, are you aware of the calamity facing our He Mountain Dao?"

"Calamity?"

"Brother, surely you jest."

Six Paths True Man chuckled, but his heart tensed up. Uncharacteristically, the usually reticent Brother Zhang was not one to jest!

However.

With six True Men anchoring the sect and numerous disciples under them, with the backing of Kongchan Sect, how could calamity befall them?

"I jest not."

Five Yin True Man's expression was grave as he casually tossed over a Spirit Light Method Pearl. Six Paths True Man's pupils constricted as he caught it.

Holding the Spirit Light Method Pearl and looking up, he saw the other four in the hall all looking towards him. Shocked, Six Paths True Man exclaimed, "Who would be so malicious as to utterly sever the Dao lineage of our He Mountain Dao!"

Naturally, the Method Pearl was the Destroying Grain Pearl.

It contained a Middle-level Technique, obtainable only through the slaying of a Spirit Void Divine Silence or Fusion Realm cultivator of He Mountain Dao.

Six Paths True Man's thoughts raced to guess the reason, his expression a mix of 30% real and 70% feigned shock.

Seeing Six Paths True Man's expression.

True Man Futu and Five Yin True Man kept silent.

It was the Green Robed Daoist, upon noting the scene, who looked around and asked curiously, "Why is Master Seven Killings not seen?"

This Green Robed Daoist, named Huntian, was also a Core Formation True Man of He Mountain Dao. Commanding a Huntian Banner, his skills were no less profound than those of Five Yin True Man or Six Paths True Man.

As for Master Seven Killings he mentioned, he was He Mountain Dao's Seven Killings True Man, the oldest and most elusive among them.

"Master Seven Killings enjoys roving about, and his whereabouts are always unpredictable; he may still be on his way back."

The most revered White Robed True Man in the hall finally spoke.

He was the current Sect Leader of He Mountain Dao, known as Master Wan Du, who had forged three thousand Ten Thousand Skull Dao Soldiers, able to set up the Ten Thousand Skull Formation, his strength unmatched within He Mountain Dao.

"Roving about."

Huntian and Six Paths chuckled inwardly.

Sounds pleasant, but who doesn't know that this Master Seven Killings, practicing the Seven Killings Essence Soul Great Method, is best at surviving. Most likely, sensing the bad omen, he has found somewhere to hide long ago.

"No need to wait for Master Seven Killings."

"What do my four junior brothers think? How should our He Mountain Dao respond now?"

Master Wan Du's gaze swept across, questioning.

"The aggressor is hidden in the shadows while we are exposed; with such a despicable method, it's really hard to resist. Within mere days, three-tenths of the temple's Spirit Void Cultivators have disappeared. Apart from those slain, many disciples have gone into hiding."

Five Yin True Man shook his head, "With morale dispersed and disciples panic-stricken, it's difficult to manage."

Upon these words, a silence enveloped the hall.

Lu Qingfeng, seeking revenge for Six Paths True Man's killing of Gu Shaoshang, had employed a method too ruthless—and without solution.

As the Destroying Grain Pearls spread, He Mountain Dao's Spirit Void Cultivators became highly sought after targets. One Spirit Void Cultivator was worth at least one Middle-level Technique.

While Middle-level Techniques might not mean much to an Immortal Sect, they were treasures for independent cultivators.

For instance, the Luoxia Sect of Three Mountains and Nine Waters had Spirit Void Cultivators, yet their strongest was merely two Middle-level Techniques.

These independent cultivators or small sects lacking such techniques often banded together to hunt He Mountain Dao's Spirit Void Cultivators.

At this moment, those from He Mountain Dao, either dead or in hiding, felt unsafe even within the sect's mountain gates.

"Not just these Spirit Void disciples."

"Even the distributed Destroying Grain Pearls contained Super-level Techniques and Side Door Level Skills, enticing even Core Formation True Men or those of the Left Dao and side sects."

Huntian True Man's face showed worry, already contemplating departure.

"Being True Men, why fear?"

"Our He Mountain Dao has Kongchan Mountain as our backdrop. Who dares to offend He Mountain Dao?"

True Man Futu's voice boomed, undaunted.

Five Yin True Man, however, softly added from the side, "Super-level Techniques, Side Door Skills. Perhaps Brother Futu forgets, Kongchan Mountain ranks merely among the Eight Hundred Side Sects."

Upon hearing this, True Man Futu's expression stiffened.

Master Wan Du and others also visibly paled.

Eight Hundred Side Sects!

Even their supreme methods are merely of the Side Door Level, and the strongest techniques are only Super-level!

"Kongchan Mountain—"

Master Wan Du furrowed his brows, about to speak further, when suddenly, noise erupted from outside the mountain gate.

The five in the hall exchanged uneasy glances.

...

Che Xiong Country.

In the depths of Nameless Mountain, Lu Qingfeng established a cave dwelling and concealed himself within.

The exterior of the cave was enveloped by an array.

It concealed any tracking or probing, cutting off any possibility of being pursued by the He Mountain Dao using the Five Horses Floating Lock.

Of course.

He Mountain Dao was currently in disarray, with its sect destroyed and the Six Perfecteds scattered in escape, likely lacking the energy to pursue him further.

"What a pity."

"The sect gate of He Mountain Dao is destroyed, but the Six Paths True Man and the other five Core Formation individuals have escaped."

Lu Qingfeng shook his head, somewhat regretful.

Shortly after the Six Paths True Man returned to the sect, He Mountain Dao was assaulted by more than ten True Men and countless independent practitioners.

With Super-level Techniques and Side Door Level Skills at stake, not just Core Formation True Men but even Primordial Spirit Experts were tempted. Therefore, taking advantage of the news about the Destroying Grain Pearl not yet spreading, no Primordial Spirit Experts had arrived.

Led by Core Formation True Men such as Master Yuan Xun and Master Mo Liang, a quickly formed loose alliance aimed to eradicate He Mountain Dao, and slay Spirit Void and True Men to acquire their techniques.

Unfortunately, it was ultimately rushed.

The six True Men from He Mountain Dao each possessed wonderful methods.

Master Seven Killings, out and about, had foreseen the outcomes. He didn't return to the sect at all.

Master Wan Du, wielding the Ten Thousand Skull Dao Soldiers and forming the Ten Thousand Skull Formation, resisted the siege of three Core Formation True Men and forcefully broke through. Had he not been cautious of entanglement, victory might have been possible.

True Man Futu, riding on Yin Horse with his Five Horses Floating Tomb lock, burst through the blockade of three Core Formation True Men and disappeared. During his escape, he even destroyed a magic artifact of an independent practitioner.

Terrifying indeed!

Five Yin True Man, holding the Five Yin Bag, released the Five Yin Black Evil, immediately tainted several magic artifacts and broke free from three Core Formation True Men's blockade.

Six Paths True Man, wielding the Six Paths Black Rope, waved it wildly, clearing the crowd and enveloped by Black Wind, stepped through the Void and disappeared.

True Master Huntian unfurled the Huntian Banner, from which five Evil Ghosts charged out. Circling Huntian Daoist once, they shifted through the Void and instantly vanished.

"The Daoist Skills of He Mountain, indeed have their merits."

Lu Qingfeng observed the course of the battle and quietly praised.

Whether it was the Five Horses Floating Lock that was adept in breaking through formations and tracking, the Five Yin Bag that could taint others' magic artifacts and body, or the Six Paths Black Rope that could destroy cultivation foundations, and the shifting techniques carried by Five Ghosts— all were extraordinary.

The most astonishing to Lu Qingfeng was the Ten Thousand Skull Dao Soldiers led by Master Wan Du.

Three thousand Dao Soldiers, forming the Demonstration Formation.

Their power was comparable to a Core Formation True Man, truly formidable.

"Dao Soldiers."

Lu Qingfeng thought deeply.

Suddenly, a clear voice echoed through the cave dwelling—

"Stirring chaos and shattering the behind-the-scenes force of He Mountain Dao in the snap of a finger, turns out to be a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator."

A Daoist stepped out of thin air.

His white hair and beard, like an elder of immortals. As he moved, it was as if cicadas were singing, complementing his presence.

Lu Qingfeng, listening to the cicada sounds, had a misty look in his eyes, but it was only for an instant. Reciting the Yellow Court in his mind and maneuvering the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, he instantly broke free!

"Escape!"

Lu Qingfeng flipped his hand to grasp the Mist Banner, shaking it swiftly, preparing to flee.

"Fellow Daoist, why rush?"

The white-haired Daoist chuckled, pointing his finger, and the brilliance within the cave retracted, the colorful clouds vanished.

Snap!

Lu Qingfeng looked at his hand, only to see the Mist Banner directly shattered.

"Primordial Spirit Practitioner!"

Even the Six Paths True Man, a Gathering Law Realm True Man, couldn't track the Mist Banner. This white-haired elder broke the Mist Banner with a mere touch, surely at least a Primordial Spirit Stage.

Lu Qingfeng glanced and felt a bright light fill his eyes, so dazzling that tears flowed.

Daluo Cave Temple!

Even it couldn't discern this person's cultivation.

"He must be a Primordial Spirit Practitioner!"

Lu Qingfeng's thoughts spun rapidly in an instant, and the next moment, he leaped outward from the cave.

"Why must you do this, Fellow Daoist?"

The white-haired Daoist looked kind, and as he spoke, the might of heaven and earth descended, binding Lu Qingfeng tightly in place. Seeing Lu Qingfeng's fierce expression, he smiled, "Old Daoist means no harm, merely that He Mountain Dao ultimately belongs to my Kongchan Sect. Since it was destroyed without cause, Fellow Daoist must come with me to explain."

Saying so,

The white-haired Daoist reached for Lu Qingfeng.

Just then,

A sharp cry emerged from Lu Qingfeng's body, and a flash of golden light appeared as if the Golden Silkworm was arriving.

"Golden Silkworm Gu?!"

The white-haired Daoist's smile vanished, and a serious look appeared in his eyes. His probing hand moved even faster, enveloping the golden light along with Lu Qingfeng inside it.

But—

"Shell Shedding Technique!"

Lu Qingfeng's thoughts triggered, holding the inch-sized small banner in the midst of the Golden Silkworm Gu. He shook his hand, and for a moment, his light even outshone the golden light.

The colorful clouds reappeared.

In an instant, he fled the cave dwelling.

The white-haired Daoist's expression tensed as he grasped, the golden light in his hand dissipated and exploded, no sign of Lu Qingfeng.

Chasing out of the cave, only to see the colorful clouds heading north, vanishing like a flash of lightning.

"Golden Silkworm Gu."

"Shell Shedding Technique."

The white-haired Daoist calculated with his fingers, and after a long while with no results, he sighed, "The boy is alone and solitary. I hope he has no significant connection with the Golden Silkworm Immortal Sect. Otherwise, for the mere sake of He Mountain Dao, offending the Golden Silkworm Immortal Sect would truly be—"

The white-haired Daoist swayed, turning into mysterious light soaring into the sky and disappeared.

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