Chapter 207: As Easy as Reaching into a Sack!

Master Jiekong's golden Buddhist radiance suddenly surged, and his speed increased drastically. He was the first to seize the stone box.

This monk from Great Xiangguo Temple , who appeared serene and detached, was in reality ruthless to the core. No doubt, along the way, he had slain countless others under the guise of compassion.

Shing

!

Xiao Ce slashed out with a saber, Swift Saber Art! Even Master Jiekong had no time to dodge. He could only chant a Buddhist mantra and brace himself against the blow.

Clang

! The sound echoed like a great bronze bell striking the heavens and earth.

“A Buddhist Vajra Body! Good! Let’s see how many of my strikes you can take!” Xiao Ce’s eyes blazed with battlelust as he shouted loudly.

Li Yanchu seriously suspected this guy hadn’t come for immortal fate at all; he was just using this chance to look for a fight!

Master Jiekong remained composed, emanating sacred majesty. Then, a golden phantom appeared behind him. Buddhist defense was second to none. But Xiao Ce’s Swift Saber Art was unavoidable!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the blink of an eye, he had slashed over a dozen times; each strike was swift and heavy.

Hong Baiwei of Mount Mao and Chen Yang also joined the assault, unleashing fierce, lethal attacks against Master Jiekong. In this Blissful Land of Mount Jinting, there were no true allies. Everything was for immortal fate.

Suddenly, Master Jiekong looked up sharply, eyes wide with shock. “It’s a trap! This stone box is just a decoy!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the box in his hands transformed into an ordinary piece of stone.

Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.

And at that moment, the flood dragon charged in once more, surrounding them all in one sweeping motion!

It was clearly planning to wipe them out in a single strike!

In that instant, radiant lights burst forth; five-colored divine glow, golden Buddha's light, purple-gold aura, and shimmering green light all lit up the battlefield.

Everyone unleashed their techniques, narrowly escaping the range of the flood dragon’s attack.

"This beast's aura is getting more terrifying by the second!" Chen Yang shouted angrily.

If earlier the group could still hold their own against the flood dragon by working together, now its power had clearly grown far more dangerous.

Everyone present was gifted with extraordinary talent and great fate. Their senses for life and death were exceptionally keen.

They all instinctively avoided direct confrontation with the flood dragon!

Fortunately, this flood dragon was not a living creature, but more akin to a formation-based construct or restriction. Once they retreated a certain distance, it no longer pursued them.

ROAR!

The ferocious beast let out one final howl before turning into a stream of light and flying back into the cave dwelling. Then, to everyone’s shock, the massive cave dwelling vanished completely! The entire mountain was reduced to rubble. This also meant the celestial opportunity at this place had now vanished completely.

Chen Yang, with his Innate Five Elemental Qi Constitution, had exceptionally sharp vision.

"That black-robed old man is gone!"

Once the stone box in Master Jiekong’s hands was exposed as a decoy, it became clear that the true instigator was that black-robed elder.

From the moment Master Jiekong seized the stone box to when the group scattered to avoid the flood dragon, It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, the purple-gold crown atop Hong Baiwei’s head began radiating intense light, and his eyes turned a brilliant purple-gold. He immediately launched a fierce and overbearing spell in a specific direction!

In the darkness, a figure suddenly emerged. It was the black-robed old man, now only half a body remaining. In his arms, he clutched a stone box. No one knew which force he came from or what kind of technique he practiced, but despite being sliced in half, he was still alive, hidden in the shadows.

"Old bastard, you’re certainly a cunning one!"

"Hand over the stone box, and I’ll spare your life!" Hong Baiwei said coldly.

The old man’s body was shrouded in a faint mist. His face was incredibly aged and covered in liver spots, but his eyes were now sharp and alert, no longer cloudy like before.

“Little brat, trying to fool me? Try again in your next life!”

As his words fell, he suddenly darted off into the distance.

At this time, Master Jiekong blocked the way and threw a powerful punch. A vast surge of brilliant and dazzling Buddhist power burst forth!

“Damn you, bald donkey! Preaching compassion on the surface while hiding malice in your heart, looks like you’re never going to attain enlightenment!” the black-robed old man cursed.

His body suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, sweeping away with the stone box, attempting to flee! He actually evaded Master Jiekong’s attack.

Jiekong’s face turned a bit grim, and he immediately took a large stride and gave chase. Everyone else quickly followed, unwilling to fall behind.

The black-robed old man was extremely cunning. When he vanished earlier, everyone’s first assumption was that he had fled. But in truth, he had used an illusion spell to conceal his presence in the dark.

Such a technique was strange and unpredictable, bordering on the supernatural.

Unfortunately, everyone present was a proud genius, each with their own unique fortune and cultivation. While their personalities differed, none of them lacked cunning or discernment. It was Hong Baiwei, with his purple-golden eyes, who saw through the black-robed old man’s deception.

Now, the old man had no choice but to flee in desperation! His body was still shrouded in mist and unnaturally sinister as he ran for his life.

Behind him, Master Jiekong, Hong Baiwei, Chen Yang, and Xiao Ce pursued relentlessly. But the old man’s techniques were so strange that, for the time being, none of them could stop him.

Li Yanchu, however, didn’t get involved in the chase. He simply stood to the side, quietly watching the show. But that didn’t mean he planned to do nothing.

He activated the Clearheart Jade Pendant, along with a portion of his Spirit Officer Summoning Talisman, boosting his Daoist power.

“Whether this works or not... it all comes down to this shot.” There was a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

After receiving the immortal’s gift, Li Yanchu’s primordial spirit cultivation had reached the intermediary second realm, and had become exceptionally refined.

This allowed any Daoist technique he performed to be far more powerful than that of others at the same level. Just to be safe, he even ate seven or eight jujubes in a row.

His body surged with abundant spirit qi and a vast internal force, and he was ready to cast a Daoist spell: Telekinetic Retrieval

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Meanwhile, the black-robed old man was moving at full speed. His body turned into a cloud of mist as he fled into the distance.

Hong Baiwei’s gaze was sharp and fierce. As a young master of Mount Mao Sect, with his powerful background, gifted talents, and destined fate, he had never once suffered a defeat.

Even within this Blissful Land, he was surrounded by numerous experts and had recruited many strange and capable individuals under his banner. It could be said that he had the strongest force.

Even the Gongshu family, masters of mysterious mechanical techniques, had proven no match for him. Yet today, he was humiliated in public by a young Daoist.

In his quest for this place’s immortal inheritance, he had ordered his disciples to kill that Daoist. He even offered a Mount Mao Golden Pill as a reward.

But just now, he saw that same hateful young Daoist watching the chase from the side, calmly enjoying the spectacle. He now feared that his subordinates had likely already been killed.

He had paid so much to obtain this immortal fate, how could he possibly let this old bastard steal it?

“You old scoundrel, you’re seeking death!” Hong Baiwei said coldly.

From his robes, he took out a small grass doll about the size of a palm, tied with a red string.

“Don’t go putting on that arrogant Mount Mao attitude with me, boy, this old man isn’t afraid of a brat like you!” the black-robed elder snarled.

But, as soon as he finished speaking, it was as if some mysterious force in the void had connected him and the grass doll together. Hong Baiwei suddenly stabbed a needle into the doll!

Aaaargh!

A blood-curdling scream erupted from the cloud of black mist. The black-robed elder immediately felt as though ten thousand steel needles were stabbing into his mind, and the pain was excruciating. His spirit and soul had suffered a severe blow!

At that same moment, in the distance, Li Yanchu activated his Daoist technique: Telekinetic Retrieval.

It was sheer perfect timing, like a sesame seed dropping into the eye of a needle[1]!

1. One could say that "a sesame seed falling into the eye of a needle is the epitome of precision" because the needle’s eye is extremely small, and a sesame seed is tiny as well. Their alignment is, in itself, a remarkable coincidence. ☜