Filial Piety and Devotion to Master as the Dao, Displaying Divine Power Through Innate Fl

The words are divided into two parts.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles above Xuchunfang, a flying shuttle, enveloped in a beam of light, circled for a short while before choosing a flat peak and slowly descending.

After a few breaths, two figures emerged from the middle, one in front and one behind.

The man in the lead was dressed in a wide black robe. He appeared to be middle-aged, tall and slender, with hawk-like eyes, a hooked nose, and a sinister and cold appearance. Every gesture he made exuded a ruthless aura.

Furthermore, an inexplicable aura of pressure emanated from it, spreading out in wisps.

He was actually a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining!

Behind him followed a short, young Taoist priest with fair skin, narrow eyes, and an ill-fitting Taoist robe. The sleeves reached his elbows, and the hem of the robe touched the ground, making him look somewhat comical.

At that moment, the short Taoist priest moved closer to the middle-aged man in black robes and asked in a high-pitched voice:

"Master, there is something I don't understand, and I'm not sure if I should ask..."

"explain."

The middle-aged man in black robes glanced at him and uttered a single word, his voice surprisingly young.

The short Taoist priest said in his words:

"Didn't Zeng Deyan say in his letter that he only needed to use the method of possession to help his brother-in-law be resurrected?"

"My disciple has now reached the second level of Qi Refining and has quite a bit of experience in the art of 'Summoning Souls and Capturing Spirits'."

"Master has just broken through to a higher realm; it's best not to trouble yourself with this small matter. I will take care of it for you!"

The middle-aged man in black robes grinned, patted his disciple's head, and said:

"You are truly a filial son."

"That's how it should be!"

The short Taoist priest nodded emphatically.

The middle-aged man in black robes smiled even more broadly, but the next moment, a loud "slap" was heard, and a slap landed heavily on the face of the short Taoist priest.

"Oh dear! Master, what are you doing?"

The short Taoist priest rolled several times on the ground before covering his face and speaking with a pitiful expression.

The middle-aged man in black robes said calmly:

"Don't think I don't know that you're clearly thinking about the beautiful woman Zeng Deyan mentioned in his letter."

"It's one thing that you can't control your crotch, but you shouldn't try to cover it up with the name of 'honesty and filial piety'."

"Or is it that in your heart, the word 'Master' is no different from those beautiful women?"

"Not at all, Master! Your disciple's filial piety towards you is as clear as day and as sincere as heaven and earth!"

The short Taoist priest quickly kowtowed and apologized.

The middle-aged man in black robes nodded slightly and said:

"Say it again, why did you go to that branch altar?"

Without hesitation, the short Taoist priest shouted:

"This disciple has no intention of serving Master whatsoever. The only reason I want to go is because I'm simply lusting after that beautiful woman's body!"

The middle-aged man in black robes nodded in satisfaction and smiled:

"I love hearing the truth, my good disciple, go now!"

"……yes!"

The short Taoist priest broke out in a cold sweat, quickly bowed, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

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The Qing Sheng Sect.

Inside a warm bedroom in a stilted high-rise building.

A panicked scream suddenly rang out.

"Lü Mao? What are you doing here!?"

Xu Shuying lifted the curtain and immediately saw that cold, hard face, as if covered in frost. Her heart tightened instantly, and she subconsciously hugged the quilt in front of her, jumped off the bed, and wanted to escape from this place.

However, the next moment, she discovered that there were two other people standing in the room, a man and a woman, both with deep auras, and they were both looking at her with amusement and disdain in their eyes.

"this……"

Looking at the scene before her, Xu Shuying's mind went blank.

According to Zeng Deyan's prior arrangements, the one who should be arriving now is the chief elder.

All she needed to do was serve this elder well before Zeng Deyan returned, so that he would be willing to do his best to save her brother.

Why did these three "plague gods" suddenly appear out of nowhere?!

"How...did you break in?"

Xu Shuying spoke up subconsciously.

Qu Ying sneered:

"The so-called 'outsiders,' apart from Zeng Deyan, are only a bunch of scoundrels stationed here. How could they possibly stop us?"

As planned, the three of them rushed down the mountain early this morning and, taking advantage of Zeng Deyan's absence, sneaked into the Qing Sheng Sect, intending to ambush and kill Zeng Deyan when he turned around!

However, they unexpectedly ran into Xu Shuying, and the fact that she was still presenting herself in this manner was truly intriguing.

Xu Shuying glanced at the three of them, lingering on Lü Mao for a moment.

Having worked alongside Zeng Deyan and Lü Mao for many years, she was certainly not a fool.

It is clear that if we want to break this deadlock, we can only hope that the chief elder will arrive as soon as possible.

Given his long-standing friendship with Lü Mao, it shouldn't be difficult for him to accomplish this.

Thinking of this, Xu Shuying forced a smile and was about to speak.

But the next moment, a loud slap landed squarely on her face.

A bright red five-finger palm print was left.

"you!"

Xu Shuying's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth as if to speak.

But Lü Mao didn't give her a chance. With lightning speed, he pulled a short blade from his sleeve and plunged it straight into her chest.

puff!

Blood spurted out, staining Lü Mao's front, collar, and half of his face red.

"Brother Lü was truly decisive and efficient in his actions."

Qu Ying and Yan Mo exchanged a glance, their eyes twitching slightly.

It's unclear whether Lü Mao acted this way because he was too resentful of the betrayal by his former closest relative, or simply wanted to cut things off quickly to avoid any regrets.

Only he knew the depth of his thoughts.

Lu Mao pushed aside the corpse in front of him and said in a very calm voice:

"Zeng Deyan probably won't be back anytime soon. Taking this opportunity, the three of us can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lü Mao's expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, both Qu Ying and Yan Mo turned their heads and looked towards the door.

A short Taoist priest appeared out of nowhere, looking at the plump corpse on the ground with a regretful expression.

His gaze then swept over Lü Mao and Qu Ying before settling on Yan Mo's slender and graceful figure, whereupon a smile appeared on his face.

He opened his mouth and said:

"I am Guo Shoujie of the Qing Sheng Sect. Greetings, fellow Daoists!"

The Green Saint Cult!?

Lu Mao raised an eyebrow, then exchanged a glance with the other two, and immediately made up his mind.

Since they were already at it, they decided to go all the way, since the other party was only at the second level of Qi Refining.

Three against one, the advantage is in my hands!

Do it!

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The Zhao family's back courtyard.

Upon hearing the voice, Zeng Deyan's hand movements suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned his head to look at the speaker.

The newcomer was a handsome young man, dressed in a spotless dark blue Taoist robe. He had a faint smile on his face and looked very kind, not like any powerful figure.

"Yan Chen? What's he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in seclusion these past few days?"

Zhao Qingyun watched from afar, and when he saw Yan Chen appear, he couldn't help but slap his thigh.

Huang Zaiyuan, who had somehow joined in, commented:

"What's there to be afraid of? Zeng Deyan has been at the second level of Qi Refining for a long time, while Yan Chen is just a greenhorn. How can the two be compared?"

"Then why did he come here?"

"...I wonder, perhaps they came here specifically to negotiate peace because they didn't want to offend the Green Saint Sect?"

Huang Zaiyuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Zeng Deyan looked at Yan Chen, the contempt on his face gradually fading, replaced by a smile.

He said:

"Seeing is believing, and I've long heard that Manager Yan is a brilliant and talented individual. Now that I've met him, I can confirm it's no exaggeration!"

Yan Chen smiled faintly and said:

"Master Zeng, although this is our first meeting, there is no need for such formalities. Everyone understands the principle that one cannot sleep soundly on one's side of the bed."

"The old and new grudges between Xuchunfang and Qingshengjiao must eventually be settled."

"Today is a perfect opportunity."

Zeng Deyan's expression stiffened slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Manager Yan, we have no enmity between us. In fact, I have tried my best to avoid conflict with you. Even so, you still see me as a thorn in your side? And you want to get rid of me as soon as possible?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved closer to Yan Chen.

The voice grew increasingly somber as it said:

"Or is it that Manager Yan is determined to fight me to the death, a fight to the bitter end?"

"A fight to the death? Master Zeng is overthinking it."

Yan Chen's voice was neither loud nor soft, but exceptionally clear.

After speaking, he finally stopped concealing his aura.

Two streams of pure Qi passed through the brain's divine barrier, broke through the fontanelle, and condensed like layers of clouds in a clear blue sky, displaying a strange appearance of intertwined emerald flames at the back of the head.

"Triple Qi Refining!"

"How long has it been since you broke through to the second level? How is this possible!?"

Zeng Deyan was taken aback and immediately panicked.

The Nine Heavens of Qi Refining are each a formidable barrier, and the suppression exerted by those at the higher level over those at the lower level is not something that can be easily reversed!

"This idea is tricky!"

Without a second thought, Zeng Deyan turned back and tried to escape by climbing over the wall.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. There's no need for me to risk my life against the other party. As long as I can get the elder in charge of the altar to help me, no one can do anything to me!

Then he will come back and give this brat surnamed Yan a good dressing down.

They extracted his soul and refined his body into a so-called "corpse puppet" to serve him, to be his slave, in order to vent their hatred!

"You heretics and villains, die!"

Yan Chen did not move an inch, but continued to activate his "natal fire", creating a spark at his fingertip. With a flick of his finger, he said "Go!"

Immediately, Zeng Deyan's imposing figure was engulfed in flames, before he could even let out a scream—

A cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining was instantly refined!