Tou Jin?
The legendary "shaking the mountain and hitting the bull"?
The disciples of the Dian Yi Sect were truly disciples of the martial arts world, and they understood martial arts skills even better. Naturally, they had heard of the ability of Tou Jin.
The Dian Yi Sect primarily practiced "Hua Jin," which was somewhat similar to Tai Chi practiced by the Wudang Mountain sect, but entirely different from Tou Jin.
Now, for the first time, they witnessed the power of Tou Jin.
Yan Shouyi let out a cold snort and kicked the disciple back into the Dian Yi Sect's formation, saying coldly,
"Who else wants to try my methods? Feel free to come forward."
The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain and Dian Yi Sect, who did not participate in the Luotian Great Sacrifice, had no concept of Yan Shouyi's strength. Seeing that he was also a young man, they instinctively felt that Yan Shouyi was not much stronger than them.
Now they discovered that Yan Shouyi and they were not on the same level at all!
Killing everyone present in one move?!
His strength was at least that of their sect leader... no, even their sect leader could not achieve the power brought by this palm strike?!
Yan Shouyi was stronger than their sect leader!
The Qingcheng Mountain disciples who were spared rushed to check on the injured Dian Yi Sect disciple. After a thorough examination, they found that the Dian Yi Sect disciple had only sustained minor flesh wounds, which would heal after a while, and had not injured any internal organs or bones.
The troublemaker disciple who was kicked away by Yan Shouyi had only fainted. Although Yan Shouyi's kick sent him flying over ten meters, he had used skillful force and had not injured him at all.
Given the situation at the time, even if Yan Shouyi had crippled this Dian Yi Sect disciple, the Dian Yi Sect, being less skilled, would not have been able to say much.
It was obvious that Yan Shouyi had held back.
In their first encounter, Yan Shouyi's overwhelming strength taught the Dian Yi Sect disciples a lesson and suppressed them completely.
Long Feicheng raised his eyebrows triumphantly, pointed at the defeated opponents, and mocked them,
"So arrogant, aren't you? Why aren't you arrogant anymore?"
The Dian Yi Sect disciples hung their heads in dejection, like defeated roosters, not daring to retort to Long Feicheng.
The Qingcheng Mountain disciples, even more so, did not want to get involved in this mess and remained silent, their gazes drifting.
As if finding it not satisfying enough to mock them alone, Long Feicheng dragged Zhuge Ji forward and ordered,
"Little Ji Ji, before we set out, your sister specifically instructed me to help you improve your communication skills. Now is your chance, mock them, mock them harshly!"
Zhuge Ji was stunned: My sister's mention of improving communication skills didn't include mocking others, did it???
But he couldn't argue with Long Feicheng, so he could only stand meekly in front of the Dian Yi Sect disciples and awkwardly shout, "You bunch of... idiots!"
Dian Yi Sect disciples: ???
Because he lacked confidence, Zhuge Ji's voice sounded somewhat... "seductive," making the Dian Yi Sect disciples' skin crawl. They felt the verbal assault was far more potent than Long Feicheng's earlier mockery.
"Are you guys not eating? Haven't you cursed before? Shout louder!" Long Feicheng said unhappily.
Zhuge Ji gritted his teeth and tried to shout, "You big idiots!"
"Pfft..."
The Dian Yi Sect disciples all took a step back, not daring to get close to Zhuge Ji.
Are you cursing or flirting?
Long Feicheng was still not satisfied. He forcefully patted Zhuge Ji on the back and roared, "Let out all the curses you've learned in your life! Brother Yan is backing us up, they won't dare to make a move!"
Zhuge Ji seemed to have discovered the joy of cursing and felt a stir within him.
He held back for a moment, then opened his mouth and cursed, "You son of a bitch immortal, I'll fuck your ancestors, you short-lived brat, hammer it..."
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Zhuge Ji not only cursed but did so in the Sichuan dialect.
Long Feicheng coughed dryly, feeling that Zhuge Ji might have gone a bit too far. He reached out to stop him, but Zhuge Ji had already gotten addicted to cursing.
He stepped forward, pointed at the Dian Yi Sect disciples, and cursed, "You short-lived turtle! You lazy bum! You spewing slut!"
The Dian Yi Sect disciples were dumbfounded, never expecting this seemingly timid young man to curse so fiercely.
At the same time, they felt a great sense of insult, because Zhuge Ji's curses were so vile that even dogs would shake their heads!
"Shut up!"
At this moment, a white-robed elder leaped from behind the Dian Yi Sect disciples. The elder's face was filled with rage, his eyes blazing, as if he was about to tear Zhuge Ji to shreds.
Zhuge Ji was on a roll. He didn't care who it was and arrogantly shouted,
"I'll shut your turtle mouth! Today I'll stand right here in this ditch, come and touch me if you dare? Don't think you look fierce, if you provoke me, I'll pick up a brick and smash it onto your head!"
The elder seemed surprised that Zhuge Ji even dared to curse him. He was stunned for a moment.
But the next second, the elder regained his senses, his anger so intense that his head felt like it would explode. He raised his hand and slapped Zhuge Ji, sending him flying.
Zhuge Ji flew back several meters and was caught by Yan Shouyi. Recovering his senses, he felt a burning pain on his face and couldn't help but question Long Feicheng,
"Brother Long, didn't you say that with President Yan here, they wouldn't dare to make a move?"
Long Feicheng coughed dryly, "Didn't you notice that the old man who hit you clearly has a different status?"
Cursing also required situational awareness. If it were Long Feicheng, the moment this elder appeared, he would have shut his mouth, obediently hidden behind Yan Shouyi, and then shouted, "Brother Yan, save me!"
Poor Zhuge Ji, on his first day of traveling, experienced the harshness of society.
Yan Shouyi merely glanced at Zhuge Ji's face and was sure he was not seriously injured. He then turned to the elder. Seeing the elder's arrogant expression, he knew it wasn't that the elder was being lenient, but rather he was returning the favor for Yan Shouyi not injuring the troublemaker disciple earlier.
Now that both sides were even, if they were to fight again later, there would be no holding back.
Xiao Que'er quickly ran over and whispered, "President, he is Huang Qingcang, the sect leader of the Dian Yi Sect!"
At this moment, another white-haired elder in green robes walked down the narrow path. Without Xiao Que'er's introduction, Yan Shouyi knew that this person was Daoist Jin Bi of the Qingcheng Sect.
"Sect Leader! You've finally arrived!"
The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain and Dian Yi Sect, upon seeing their sect leader finally appear, complained, "This Yan Shouyi has gone too far! He attacked and injured our fellow disciples! This is our territory in Sichuan, how can they run wild here? We ask the Sect Leader to uphold justice!"
Daoist Jin Bi cast a cold glance at his disciples, who immediately fell silent, as if admitting their mistakes. He said nothing, yet it seemed he had said everything, and the disciples stopped their complaints. Da Feng Novel
Huang Qingcang said coldly, "Although I do not favor folk sects, that is a personal grievance. Now that something strange has happened on Mount Emei, we must prioritize the bigger picture. Do not trouble Yan Shouyi and his group any further."
Then Huang Qingcang looked at Yan Shouyi and his group and said indifferently, "I also ask the younger generation of the Yan family to be sensible and not press their advantage once they have it."