Chapter 17

As the petals of cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Amidst the swirling cherry blossoms, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written inside.

As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Master Yuanyuan activated the Ten Thousand Blade Divine Edge, drawing countless golden light swords in the sky and countless sharp blades on the ground. No matter how hard the rocks were, they would be shattered into powder upon contact.

This time, she struck out in anger, first sealing the surroundings with the Shaqing Divine Talisman, then using the Ten Thousand Blade Divine Edge to plow through the entire hill inch by inch. She believed that no matter how the enemy transformed, they would find it impossible to escape, and would end up being torn to pieces. Then she would capture their spirits and thoroughly punish them to vent her anger!

Below, the ten thousand blades moved in unison, shattering rocks and raising dust. The thick demonic fog rolled within, and the demons inside were also shredded. Although they could quickly regenerate, they could not stop the activation of the Ten Thousand Blade Divine Edge.

The entire hill was plowed several feet deep. After about half an hour, Master Yuanyuan suddenly felt the blades draw blood, indicating that they had reached a living person. She believed it must be Yue Qing and quickly spewed three mouthfuls of essence to accelerate the Ten Thousand Blade Divine Edge.

As she cast her spell, Wang Juanjuan and Wu Wenqi had already severed the flying sword of the young Taoist that Huang Qian had invited.

Huang Qian had not been on the mountain for long and could not yet discern the depth of the sword immortals. He thought that this friend could help Yue Qing, but in the blink of an eye, his flying sword was severed by the two young girls.

The young Taoist was terrified and turned to pull Huang Qian, running down the mountain, shouting, "Master, save me!"

Wang Juanjuan, determined to eliminate evil, pursued them with her sword. Soon, the sword's edge reached their backs, and the two young boys rolled down the hill, tumbling into the ravine and desperately swimming to the other side.

Wang Juanjuan flew over the ravine, hovering above the two, and glared at them with her phoenix eyes, shouting, "You two little demons, with the courage of a leopard, dare to provoke our Emei Sect! I'll send you to meet the immortals in the underworld!" She pointed her finger, ready to use her flying sword to behead them.

Suddenly, a furious voice came from the top of the cliff: "Demoness, stop your brutality!" A golden light flashed down the mountain. Wang Juanjuan looked up and saw a golden, snake-like object, about the size of a basin, crackling with electric sparks, rushing towards her. She was frightened and quickly merged with her sword, turning to flee.

Wu Wenqi, seeing Wang Juanjuan in danger, hurriedly flew over to help, and Wang Juanjuan finally calmed down.

On the other side, a young Taoist had appeared. Huang Qian respectfully called him Master Liu. His companion knelt on the ground, bowing and saying, "Master, they came to Zhongnan Mountain to cause trouble, and even trapped my senior brother's master, cutting off his arm. When I came to question them, they didn't distinguish right from wrong and shredded the flying sword you gave me."

The young Taoist was full of anger. He looked at Wang Juanjuan and Wu Wenqi, seeing that the two women exuded righteous energy. He then looked at the ongoing battle on the other side, seeing the rolling demonic fog and the overwhelming evil aura. A female Taoist was wrapped in a golden light, resisting the demons, and an old nun was using her divine powers to stir the mountains. He deduced that these were righteous sect experts fighting the demons. Looking back at his disciple, who was in a sorry state with a bloody wound on his back, and Huang Qian, who had lost an arm and was still bleeding, he asked, "Is your senior brother a practitioner of the demonic path? I haven't heard that your master has any friends in the demonic sect."

"My senior brother is from the Wutai Sect..."

Before he could finish, a loud explosion came from the other side, and a mushroom-shaped blood cloud rose from the ground, accompanied by the old nun's cry of alarm.

Yue Qing ascended into the air, laughing loudly, "Old wicked nun! I was originally thinking of using some method to wear down the Shaqing Divine Light that protects him, but thank you for your help. Ha ha, how does it feel to kill your own junior brother?"

Master Yuanyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and she shouted hoarsely, "Demon, I will never make peace with you!" She released the Qingni Sword to attack Yue Qing.

Yue Qing countered with his sword, shouting, "You killed your own junior brother and now claim to be at odds with me, truly unreasonable! Hmph, you've only lost two, yet you lament and rage. How many of our Wutai Sect have been killed by you over the years? If it were a fair duel, we would admit our inferiority. But your Emei Sect has always bullied the weak and used tricks to harm others! First, the Three Immortals and Two Elders joined forces to kill my master, then the Seven Ghosts of Luofu attacked my senior brother, leading to his tragic death! These deep blood feuds are only partially avenged today!" His two swords danced, intertwining with Master Yuanyuan's green light, making it difficult to separate them. "If it were a one-on-one duel, your Emei Sect wouldn't even be worthy to carry our Wutai Sect's shoes!"

Master Yuanyuan was an expert in swordsmanship, one of the top figures among the Seven Immortals of Luofu in the Emei Sect, far surpassing the likes of Wu Yuanzhi and Xu Yuantong. Yue Qing was also a renowned expert in the Wutai Sect, and in over three hundred years of cultivation, he had rarely met his match in swordsmanship. The two fought from the sky to the ground and back, their silver and green light resembling two dragons, and the green light gathering and dispersing like a shark in the East China Sea, making the battle fierce and indistinguishable.

Yue Qing, now equipped with the Taiyi Five Smoke Silk, was not afraid of the old nun in a one-on-one duel. He had already broken free from the Shaqing Divine Light net with the Blood Demon Ascension, so he became increasingly calm.

Master Yuanyuan was increasingly surprised, realizing that she had underestimated this remnant of the Wutai Sect. She saw a young Taoist on the other side of the ravine, suspecting him to be an enemy's helper. Recalling his descent from the cliff, she could see that his powers were not weak, and if he joined the fight, he would be a formidable opponent. Meanwhile, Chanxia Master was already surrounded by twelve demons, and her protective Liheshen Light was becoming increasingly weak, and it wouldn't be long before the demons reached her. She knew she couldn't delay any longer and needed to end the battle quickly.

The two swordsmen's battle left the young Taoist on the other side of the ravine mesmerized, the silver and green light reflecting on his face like a lantern show, and he ignored his disciple's plea for revenge.

Wang Juanjuan, a proud and arrogant person, felt humiliated by the artifact that had scared her away earlier. Seeing that the young Taoist was not much older than herself, she believed he didn't have much power. With her senior sister's help, she wouldn't lose. Seeing the Taoist engrossed in the battle, she secretly recited a spell and released her flying sword from her sleeve, sending a long rainbow across the ravine, aiming for the young Taoist's neck.

The young Taoist was fully engrossed in the battle, having already discerned that it was a feud between the Emei Sect and the Wutai Sect. As a solitary cultivator, he didn't want to get involved, especially since the Emei Sect's methods seemed righteous, while the Wutai Sect used extremely vicious demonic techniques. He was inclined to support the Emei Sect. He had heard that the Emei Sect had a good reputation, especially the former Longmei Zhenren Ren Shou, who was benevolent and compassionate, even respected by the most vicious demons. Therefore, he was inclined to support the Emei Sect. He believed that his disciple and Huang Qian were mistaken for allies of the Wutai Sect Taoist, and once the misunderstanding was cleared, the Emei Sect would sincerely apologize and provide medicine to heal Huang Qian's arm.

As a solitary cultivator from a small sect, his thinking was not wrong, but he underestimated the arrogance of the Emei Sect disciples. He never expected them to attack him. Hearing his disciple shout, "Master, be careful," the sword light was already close. His disciple flew over to push him away, but was pierced through the right chest, spewing blood.

The young Taoist quickly went to his disciple, who was vomiting blood, "Master, avenge me..."

At this moment, Wang Juanjuan's flying sword had returned, aiming to decapitate him. The young Taoist also released his flying sword, which tangled with Wang Juanjuan's. With his deep cultivation and status as a solitary immortal, Wang Juanjuan could not resist and quickly called for Wu Wenqi to help. The young Taoist, filled with grief and anger, released the artifact, this time without holding back. The golden lightning snakes flew towards Wang Juanjuan, and Wu Wenqi hurriedly used her sword to defend, but it was too late. The artifact struck her chest, piercing through and exploding, scattering blood and flesh, and she died a violent death! The young Taoist, still unsatisfied, used the artifact to attack Wang Juanjuan, who was terrified and turned to flee, calling for her master's help.

Master Yuanyuan, wanting to end the battle quickly, was now using the Ten Thousand Blade Divine Edge to fight Yue Qing. Yue Qing used the Taiyi Five Smoke Silk to protect himself and released the先天五火神雷 (先天 Five Fire Divine Thunder) he had spent years cultivating to prepare for the tribulation. The thunder was formed by collecting the essence of the five elements and mixing it with the dry and earthy evil qi. A single thunderbolt was not very powerful, but two together increased the power fivefold, and five together could shatter mountains. The thunder's explosion released the five elements' evil qi, which could generate new thunderbolts, with wood thunder generating fire thunder, fire thunder generating earth thunder, and so on, in a continuous cycle, absorbing more and more of the surrounding elements' essence and the earth's evil qi, increasing its power.