Zhang Ruosu murmured, "Zhan Ni..." (Slay the rebellious).

Wei Yuan paused and said, "Well, I'll be right back."

"Daoist Zhang, please wait a moment."

Zhang Ruosu smiled and nodded, saying, "Then, this old Daoist will wait for you, Daoist."

Watching Wei Yuan leave with his sword, Zhang Ruosu sighed with emotion. Ah Xuan, standing beside him, seemed a little bewildered, unsure of what was happening. Zhang Ruosu gently patted Ah Xuan's head and smiled, "Go, you heard what Daoist Wei said, hurry and tell all the sects. Let me think, besides the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries, Louguan Taoism and Weiming Sect should also be notified."

Ah Xuan responded with a sigh and ran a few steps before turning back, saying:

"But, Senior Brother, it's too late."

"Curator Wei said he would be back soon, and the mountain gates of the various sects are far away."

Zhang Ruosu said, "There's still time."

"There's still time?"

The old Daoist nodded and said casually:

"Use the Celestial Master's Decree."

"Then they will certainly arrive in time."

...

Previously, Wei Yuan had attached lightning to his sword and killed Mochizuki Yoshiyuki.

Due to a twist of fate, he spared the life of the so-called leader of the Taiping Dao.

At the time, he had been thinking of taking advantage of the situation to find out where that person had obtained the remnants of the *Taiping Yaoshu* (Essential Arts of the Great Peace), and also to find one of the Taiping Dao's paradises. Now that the affairs of Sakura Island had been dealt with, it was time to free up his hands.

To deal with that rebel who tarnished the reputation of the Taiping Dao, colluded with Japanese pirates, and harmed innocent people.

Wei Yuan carried his sword and, after coming down from Longhu Mountain, did not mingle with the crowd to rush to his destination.

This time, he directly formed a Daoist hand seal and stepped on the wind.

Following the faint direction indicated by the nine-section staff behind him, he passed through the crowds and traffic, heading straight for his target.

...

Yue Qinglin opened his eyes and slowly exhaled.

After this period of recuperation, as well as the nourishment of the precious medicines he had left in the Taiping Secret Realm, the injuries he had suffered from almost being hit by that Heavenly Lightning Sword had finally eased, leaving only wisps of sword energy and thunder force entangled in his lungs, causing occasional pain when he circulated his energy.

However, the descent of that lightning sword had left a heavy shadow in his heart.

That sword was in the style of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

Could it be that Longhu Mountain was targeting him again because of the recent events?

Yue Qinglin pondered in his heart.

The only person capable of killing with a flying sword was probably Zhang Ruosu, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

That old Daoist had swept away his peers when he was young, and after returning from his training, his aura of slaughter was astonishing.

He had secluded himself in the back mountains of Longhu Mountain for ten years.

Which instead allowed his aura of slaughter to dissipate and return to the state of emptiness of a true Daoist.

This made Yue Qinglin even more frightened.

He couldn't help but feel that since he had offended Zhang Ruosu, he might not be able to stay in the Divine Land anymore, and he might have to go to Sakura Island again to avoid disaster, just like last time. However, this time, he thought that he might not have another chance to return, so he looked at the treasures and inheritances in this secret realm, pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth, and made a decision.

Since there was no place for him in the Divine Land.

Then he might as well go all the way.

He would take the Taiping Dao scriptures and inheritances and go directly to Sakura Island! He would then establish a new sect there, take in many disciples, and be able to pass on his name, which would be better than hiding in the Divine Land. Yue Qinglin's mind wandered for a while, dreaming of establishing a sect. He calmed his mind slightly, and since he had made a decision, he immediately prepared to go out and contact Sakura Island.

Yue Qinglin used the Six Jia Qimen technique again to seal the formation of the secret realm.

He also took out various protective talismans and magic weapons.

After arranging everything properly and confirming that he could retreat safely even if he encountered a true cultivator from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

He then walked out of the secret realm.

This used to be a place where Taiping Dao cultivators lived in seclusion and practiced. In the area sealed off by the formation, there were houses, ponds, and medicinal fields, everything one could need. Speaking of which, the original *Taiping Yaoshu* did not have any information about formations, but through the additions and improvements of the previous generations of Celestial Masters, several magical powers such as the Six Jia Qimen were added.

It could even be said that in terms of achievements in Qimen formations, the Taiping Dao was one of the best among the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries.

Yue Qinglin walked out of the secret realm.

Just as he was about to leave.

He suddenly heard footsteps, and he immediately became as startled as a frightened bird. His back instantly tensed, and he turned his head to look, seeing a young man in a simple dark gray Daoist robe. The robe was actually made of rough cloth, looking crude and simple, with straw sandals on his feet, a wooden hairpin in his hair, and a sword box on his back.

The young Daoist flicked the hem of his robe and said, "I've finally come out."

Yue Qinglin's expression changed slightly.

He was cunning and resourceful, and naturally had some composure. He asked with a puzzled look on his face, "This Daoist friend, I don't think I've met you before. Are you mistaken..." Before he could finish speaking, he had already used several magical powers recorded in the *Taiping Yaoshu*.

The young Daoist's eyes were calm, and he carried one hand behind his back.

He walked forward leisurely, easily avoiding these spells.

Then, without getting angry, he simply said, "I would like to ask, you worship the ancestral master in your morning and evening lessons every day. This Daoist art does not cultivate the purity of *Taiqing*, nor the carefree nature of *Shangqing*, and it doesn't even exorcise demons like the *Zhengyi* sect. This Daoist art is just seeking peace."

"So most of the magical powers you know are things like summoning wind and rain, using talisman water to cure diseases, and praying for good weather."

"Why do you cultivate for peace, but destroy peace?"

Yue Qinglin's face was astonished.

He had already determined that this young Daoist was here for him.

He found it somewhat ridiculous and shook his head, saying, "Spells are just means, why talk about peace?"

As he spoke, he had already retreated, casting Daoist arts, and talismans fell from his hands, turning into raging flames and flowing winds, attacking Wei Yuan. He was confident in his profound Daoist cultivation, and he was already considered a first-class figure in the human world. He simply did not take the young Daoist in front of him seriously.

He did not care that the first few moves had been avoided.

He had many methods.

Raging flames and flowing fire came, their momentum surging, occupying a space of heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly and said to himself in his heart.

Disrespecting the ancestral master's Daoist lineage.

Should be expelled from the sect.

Betraying the Divine Land, should be killed.

Colluding with Japanese pirates, should be killed.

Betraying fellow disciples, should be killed.

Spreading quick-success evil arts to harm people, should be killed.

He counted in his heart the actions of this so-called leader of the Taiping Dao.

Yue Qinglin's use of Daoist arts was very skilled. Thunder, raging flames, and flowing lights of spells were already above the systematic Onmyodo of Sakura Island in terms of sheer power. And at this moment, he retreated, already forming a talisman array. Wei Yuan pointed his fingers like a sword, pointing at the void. The air seemed to solidify, and the aura of those spells became increasingly slow.

With just a wave of his sleeve, thousands of mysteries and all kinds of spells all turned into flowing light and disappeared.

Seeing that his spells were being defeated one after another, Yue Qinglin's expression could not help but be astonished. He then lost his previous arrogance and retreated without hesitation.

Wei Yuan stepped forward.

Yue Qinglin retreated quickly.

But Wei Yuan's footwork was even better, pressing closer step by step, but not attacking instantly, thus allowing the sword energy on the Eight-Sided Han Sword behind him to accumulate more and more violently.

The sword box had not yet been opened, but Yue Qinglin only felt a stinging pain in his forehead.

It was as if a sword was already pointing directly at him, ready to strike down at any time.

Passing through forests and rocks.

Yue Qinglin soon discovered that even the Taiping Dao's Qimen Six Jia Formation, which he relied on, could not provide the slightest hindrance. Knowing that this was already a crisis of life and death, he used the Yellow Turban Warrior Protection Spell that he had prepared during this period without hesitation.

Streams of light dissipated, and Yellow Turban Warriors appeared.

Yue Qinglin felt slightly relieved, raised his hand and swept it, and the sandalwood in front of the statues of the ancestral masters around him burned. Then he raised a talisman in his hand and said loudly:

"Disciple Yue Qinglin respectfully informs all ancestral masters..."

This was the most powerful magical power left in the remnants of the *Taiping Yaoshu*. It required requesting an edict from the ancestral masters. As the aura overflowed, many talismans appeared in the formation of the secret realm, corresponding to this magical power, and the Yellow Turban Warriors, as protectors, unsheathed their swords and weapons with a clanging sound.

This magical power was activated by talismans and was extremely fast.

It was completed almost instantly.

Yue Qinglin flicked his hand and offered the talisman.

The talisman ignited and turned into an altar.

But at this moment, the talisman altar suddenly stopped manifesting. Then, the backlash brought about by the interruption of this great magical power directly caused Yue Qinglin's face to turn pale, and he coughed up blood. This familiar scene made Yue Qinglin's pupils shrink. The young Daoist in front of him stepped forward and had already appeared in front of Yue Qinglin.

Dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors directly lowered their heads and retreated, without offering the slightest resistance.

He raised his hand, drew his sword, and from the sword box behind him, the long sword was unsheathed.

The sword energy and momentum that had been accumulated all the way down from Longhu Mountain burst out instantly.

Without hesitation, he slashed across Yue Qinglin's throat.

The sword energy was like frost.

The sleeve passed by like flowing clouds.

What?!

Yue Qinglin was caught off guard, clutching his throat and staggering backward, feeling the blood constantly flowing out, as well as the collapse of his cultivation caused by the backlash. After a moment of daze, the unwillingness in his heart was even greater than his fear of death.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Why?"

He gritted his teeth tightly, clutching his wound, his heart filled with unwillingness.

As a protector array of the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries, the Seven Jade Book Sects, why was it ineffective?

Why did the strongest magical power of the *Taiping Yaoshu* suddenly backfire?

Why did the Yellow Turban Warriors that he had painstakingly drawn not react at all?!

He stared at Wei Yuan, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Why?!

Why?!

Wei Yuan raised the sword in his hand, looked at the leader of the Taiping Dao, and answered:

"Because I said so."

"I do not allow it."

ps: Today's update, the author assistant just crashed, two thousand nine hundred words, thank you Gu Yuetian for the ten thousand reward.

It's hot and stuffy, I had insomnia yesterday, I thought it was three o'clock, I looked at my phone, it was five past ten, I only had one idea in my mind, it was crazy, damn it.