Chapter 248 The Greatness of Fireworks

The commotion might be a little bigger?

Might be, a little?

Zhang Ruosu's brow twitched, and he was instantly enraged, almost slamming the table and cursing.

Good kid, isn't that what you always say?!

I think you're just telling jokes in a graveyard, trying to amuse the ghosts, aren't you?

How can we deal with something like the Huai River changing course again?!

Young people don't know restraint, and they're getting more and more excessive. This old Taoist is having a hard time taking the blame.

Let me tell you, don't even think about it. Last time you made the Huai River change course, it turned some of this old Taoist's hair white. What kind of trouble are you trying to cause now that you've run off to Sakura Island?

Daoist Zhang furiously tapped on his phone screen, ready to scold him then and there. But as he typed the last few lines, he suddenly paused, his finger hovering over the send button.

Wait a minute…

That kid seems to be in Sakura Island right now.

Not in Divine Land, but in Sakura Island…

Celestial Master Zhang pondered.

Celestial Master Zhang seemed to understand something.

Celestial Master Zhang thought for a moment.

Then he fell into contemplation, clapped his hands, and praised it as ingenious.

He deleted all the words he had just typed.

After thinking for a while, he silently typed a line:

"Is this firework of yours, what a cute name, no, I mean, is this firework big enough?"

…

Wei Yuan saw Zhang Ruosu's reply, thought for a moment, and replied:

"It's a little big."

The cat head emoji quickly sent a question: "How big is the range?"

Wei Yuan replied: "Don't worry, Daoist Zhang."

"I have a sense of proportion."

"This matter will only be defined as a 'supernatural conflict event,' and won't cause any trouble for Divine Land." What this meant was that even if the other side was furious, they would have to swallow their anger. In terms of definition, it could only be called a contest, and wouldn't cause major problems in the secular world, leaving the other side unable to voice their grievances.

Zhang Ruosu said: "In terms of definition…"

"Yes, that's the definition."

Zhang Ruosu, being an experienced old man, understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, stroked his beard, and smiled, saying:

"Then, what I want to tell you is very simple. We once forgot this sentence, so we learned too many lessons. I found it in the ancient books and thought it was very reasonable, so I'm telling you now."

"It's a saying of Emperor Taizong of Tang."

"Barbarians are like beasts; they fear power but do not cherish virtue."

"Peace in the world rests only on the edge of a sword."

"If you're going to fight, fight hard, beat them until they're afraid to their bones for at least three generations. Just go ahead and do it. As long as it's a matter within the supernatural realm, if anyone from Sakura Island dares to come and seek revenge, this old Taoist will hold them back for you."

"Okay."

Wei Yuan put away his phone. At this time, the Kamo family not only didn't go to compete with the young Daoist A Xuan, but also took practical action. The Onmyoji of the Kamo main family, led by Kamo Seimei, directly stood up, bid farewell, and left the mountain where the temple was located, going down the mountain.

This was to show their determination not to participate in this matter.

This made the atmosphere in the temple somewhat stagnant and low.

At this time, no one challenged A Xuan again. Everyone could see that although the young Daoist was not old, he was very strong. And Wei Yuan could also see that A Xuan's mana was severely depleted after several battles. As he said, the young Daoist's own mana was not very deep.

Moreover, this was Sakura Island. The Heavenly Court talisman barrier in the sky above Divine Land could not cover it, so the methods that a high-ranking talisman master could use would be greatly reduced.

Wei Yuan waved to A Xuan, signaling the young Daoist to come down.

A Xuan obediently jumped down and walked to Wei Yuan's side.

Wei Yuan asked him to sit down, handed him the phone, and said, "Look at the phone."

"Now it's my turn."

Wei Yuan stood up, attracting the attention of the surrounding people. Among the surrounding cultivators, there were also those who had been arrogant and didn't fight A Xuan. Immediately, someone threw down his wine cup and stood up. He was a monk-like cultivator, with a body full of fat, like a small mountain, and even the *yamabushi* robes couldn't cover it. He wore a sword at his waist.

When he stood up, he exuded a bloody aura, and the surrounding people retreated in fear.

A Xuan was a little worried and said, "Curator Wei…"

Wei Yuan smiled and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Then he stepped onto the stage.

Although he was about to fight, he found it hard to feel any nervousness in his heart.

Wei Yuan looked at this ancient temple deep in the mountains of Sakura Island. The surrounding environment was actually very elegant and serene, which calmed his mind.

In his heart, he didn't have any particular interest in rebuilding the Taoist tradition of the Taiping Department.

After all, the young Daoist back then only planned to accept a few disciples in peaceful times to inherit the Taoist tradition, to ensure that it wouldn't be lost. And then he would open a small clinic to treat illnesses and save people. As for reopening a lineage of Taoism like Longhu or Quanzhen, it was never part of his life goals.

Wei Yuan felt the same way.

However, the Taoist tradition of Taiping Dao had been lost since the Song Dynasty, and it had been almost a thousand years since then.

He didn't expect that it would be targeted by Sakura Island.

If he hadn't happened to take action against that person who claimed to be the Lord of Taiping Dao.

He might not have known about this at all.

Perhaps he wouldn't have noticed until Taiping Dao and Sakura Island joined forces.

The purpose of him standing here now was just to hope that in the future, when people mentioned Taiping Dao, they wouldn't pin the label of traitor on that young Daoist, that was all.

The tall monk stood with one hand in front of his chest and shouted in a low voice.

Then he took a step and brought the *fadao* down on Wei Yuan's head, with a fierce and terrifying momentum. He was taking a domineering path of suppressing people with force. The bloody aura was rampant, and the surrounding people exclaimed, recognizing that this was actually an ancient killing technique passed down from ancient battlefields. Wei Yuan's expression was calm, and he casually avoided this fierce and brutal strike.

The moment he avoided it, his right hand fell smoothly, gripping the monk's neck.

He took a Yu step.

He exerted a little force with the middle finger and thumb of his palm, pressed down on the spine, and pushed it along.

To others, it looked like he had just patted him casually.

The mighty and domineering monk was directly slapped away. With a loud bang, half of his body was buried in the wall. His hands were drooping, and his sword fell to the ground. He had directly fainted.

There was silence.

Wei Yuan said, "Next, who's coming?"

No one responded.

At this time, Mogi Seien pushed open the door and walked out, holding a long-handled sword in his hand. Everyone's eyes turned to him. Mogi Seien slowly opened his mouth and said, "Although this poor monk once said that we shouldn't fight to the death today, that was in my capacity as the abbot. But from the perspective of a father, you may be the enemy who killed my son."

"And from the perspective of a Sakura Island cultivator."

"Today, Your Excellency has come to my Kyoto and disregarded the cultivators of Kyoto."

"Both publicly and privately, this poor monk must ask for your guidance, Daoist."

These words were spoken in a dignified manner. Wei Yuan was surprised and almost wanted to applaud him. If he hadn't learned from Mogi Yoshiko's memories that this temple was directly under Xu Fu, and that they planned to directly go to Divine Land to find the 'immortal and indestructible spiritual veins and divinity for alchemy,' Wei Yuan would have felt a little guilty.

And those Sakura Island cultivators were naturally stirred up emotionally.

One cultivator after another stood up out of indignation, or rather, out of being swept up by this big trend. One of the Onmyoji said, "A gauntlet match is not a glorious thing, but there's no other way today. We Kyoto cultivators will come and meet this so-called Divine Land true cultivator today."

Everyone responded in unison.

And Mogi Seien, because of his position, stood at the back.

A Xuan was a little worried and wanted to stand up to help, but Wei Yuan stopped him with a look.

One of the young men slowly stood up and nodded, saying:

"Tsuchimikado family, Tsuchimikado Hisasaku, please enlighten me."

Everyone recognized his identity. He was from the Tsuchimikado main family, and also the next head of the family.

His cultivation was profound and had surpassed his father.

He stepped forward slowly, and talismans rose around him, his aura was extremely powerful. Yin and yang energy flowed together, transforming into different attributes of aura. The Tsuchimikado family was a famous Onmyoji family, said to be descended from the great Onmyoji Abe no Seimei. At this moment, the skills and cultivation he displayed far exceeded those who had taken action before.

Wei Yuan let out a breath, lowered his eyes, and unhurriedly smoothed out the wrinkles on the sleeves of his Daoist robe.

With a strong enemy in front of him, he made such a move, without even preparing.

It was undoubtedly contempt.

The surrounding Sakura Island cultivators were naturally enraged.

"This Daoist is too arrogant!"

"Hmph, Divine Land has a saying, a proud army is bound to be defeated. He's courting death."

"This is the strongest Onmyodo of the Tsuchimikado family."

A flash of anger appeared in Tsuchimikado Hisasaku's eyes. He snorted coldly and no longer adhered to the so-called etiquette of a famous family. With a low shout, the talismans scattered, transforming into various shikigami such as dragons, tigers, and black panthers. Yin and yang energy flowed incessantly. He drew out a sword from his hand, stepped forward quickly, and charged forward with the dragons and tigers.

Various attributes of Onmyodo erupted.

Brilliant streams of light, flames, frost, and wind, transformed into extremely powerful and dazzling energy torrents.

They directly occupied the entire martial arts arena.

Wei Yuan lowered his sleeves, his eyes dark and deep. When the yin and yang arts evolved into the five elements, and the momentum reached its peak, he took a step forward, his left hand slightly opened, and pressed down directly. It was precisely because the Taiping Dao had been inconspicuous for some time that it was targeted as an easy target. With the resurgence of spiritual energy, one of the Three Caverns and Four Auxiliaries had been cut off for a thousand years. It was a piece of fat meat.

Therefore, he needed to tell the world.

There were still true cultivators in Taiping Dao.

In the midst of the booming explosion, the eruption of spiritual energy was instantly suppressed.

Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Techniques · Qi Restriction.

The smoke and light slowly dissipated. Everyone stared intently at what was happening in the martial arts arena, and then their expressions slowly froze. The previously imposing Tsuchimikado Hisasaku fell to the ground with a painful expression, already unconscious. In the midst of the silence, the sound of calm footsteps rang out. The Daoist in the Daoist robe stepped out, his expression calm, and he flicked his sleeves, causing the smoke to roll back.

His simple Daoist robe was as clean as new.

After a long while, a man hardened his heart and stood up, holding a weapon in his hand, saying:

"I'll go next."

It had been silent for too long.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes. The Eight-Sided Han Sword behind him flew out of its scabbard. Wei Yuan flicked his finger, and the long sword, still in its scabbard, tore out, sword energy overflowing, transforming into a violent sword wind. The sword wind then spread out, sweeping violently. Everyone instinctively closed their eyes. When they opened their eyes, they saw that the entire martial arts arena, which was originally higher than the ground, had disappeared, or rather, the entire courtyard seemed to be within the scope of the martial arts arena.

And no one knew where the sword behind the Daoist had gone.

It had been silent for too long.

Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to have flames in them. The Mountain God Seal supported the unrestrained display of Daoist arts.

What he needed was not a victory, not even a victory.

What he and the Taiping Department needed was crushing.

It was crushing that could defeat a city or even a country!

Wearing a simple Daoist robe, with a wooden hairpin holding his hair, he was like the sickly young man who had finally grown up. He took half a step forward. Wei Yuan put his right hand, which had the Heavenly Master's Heavenly Mandate Red Talisman, behind his back, to show that he was binding his arm. He only used his left hand in front, and said:

"There's no need for so much trouble."

"I have an appointment with someone and I'm in a hurry."

"You…"

He paused, his tone calm, and said, "Come at me together."

ps: Today's first update… 3,400 words, thank you to the alliance master Yang Fan Shang Qing, thank you~ I've adjusted my schedule a little, I hope to update the second update sooner…

《Zizhi Tongjian》, Emperor Taizong of Tang: Barbarians are like beasts, they fear power but do not cherish virtue.