Chapter 1090 - 552: The Old Daoist (Part 2)
Thus, the Mystic Sect elder’s Divine Sense swept over Xu Wushe and the entangled Divine Sect members, embroiled in a Primordial Spirit fighting within the Divine Court Realm! Immediately, he seized the fleeting moment to go all-in!
At this moment, this person was suppressing the Four Sufferings Array with his Divine Power Dharma Form, Water Dragon Frenzy Dance, pinning down the Inverted Immortal, rendering him immobile. Then, he revealed his True Body, directly breaking the Disease Plague Formation of the Northwest! Clearly, he was picking soft targets, intending to eliminate the weakest link first!
However, this time, Young Master Wan Tao did not flee with his tail between his legs.
After all, no matter how young he was, he had several hundred years of Daoist experience! Previously, this guy dared to take action against the Judge, obviously having some degree of confidence in his skills. Now that Xu Wushe had restrained the intervening Divine Sect and with the Mystic Sect elder mostly occupied by the Inverted Immortal, everything seemed prepared, including the Poison Smoke Array. What was there to fear? He wasn’t completely powerless in the fight!
At this moment, Young Master Wan Tao also entered the scene, waving a fan, performing a set of brilliantly intricate martial arts moves, sometimes striking with the fan, sometimes punching, and sometimes slapping. The moves were a chaotic blend, interwoven with Daoist energy, accompanied by various poison smokes, poison mists, poison needles, and poison darts. One could clearly see colorful poison smokes and Poison Qi pouring out from the seven-colored poison bag at his waist, swirled by the Hand Wind, creating an impressive and dangerously beautiful sight.
Chen Xuantian naturally recognized this set of skills, it was indeed the unique skill of the Ancestor Wan Du’s lineage, "The Hundred-Eight Forms of the Mystic Blossoms."
Indeed, Ancestor Wan Du wasn’t just skilled in poison techniques, but also a martial arts genius. In this era, reaching Divinity Transformation Realm might rely on luck, but to be proficient in medicine, poison, elixirs and self-taught without poisoning oneself indicated significant intelligence. Being adept in poisons naturally led to mastery across various martial arts and countless variations.
Though the name of this skill sounded chaotic, it was clear that it centered on Qimen Dunjia, amalgamating the essence of diverse martial arts, innovatively creating styles that were ever-changing, elusive, and unexpected, even containing effects such as poisoning, confusing, blinding, paralyzing, burning, and freezing. Even those within the Mystic Sect, skilled in calculations, could not decipher this move quickly, and most new observers would be overwhelmed.
During the time when Ancestor Wan Du achieved great success in his Divine Skill, he initially intended to rely on this extraordinary skill to dominate the Central Plains and establish a school. However, unfortunately, upon exiting seclusion, he encountered Lingxu, another once-in-a-millennium talent adept in various skills. Ultimately, each move countered the other, completely dismantling the hundred-eight forms, leaving Ancestor Wan Du with a shattered Daoist Heart, retreating to Kunlun in a reclusive state...
Of course, Young Master Wan Tao’s capabilities were still a notch below, not yet reaching the radiant heights of his master, having only refined Seven Poisons and Eight Skills. Even with a millennium of Dao Power, each cultivation technique only amounted to twenty to thirty years of cultivation, rendering him more like a roadside passerby.
Moreover, the Mystic Sect elder wasn’t idle. Even though around seventy to eighty percent of his power was allocated to fortifying the array, he still possessed substantial Dao Power, enveloping himself in an immensely thick blue variant of True Qi.
As a result, the poison smoke that Young Master Wan Tao released was repelled by this Xuanming True Qi, unable to land on him. The flying needle poisons were also skillfully evaded by his adept step technique.
Moreover, the techniques he utilized were no longer the previous finger techniques but a set of solid and powerful palm techniques aligned with the Xuanming Taoist Qi, characterized by balanced attack and defense, stability, and remarkable precision. This left Chen Xuantian struggling to find an opportunity for a sneak attack.
Compared to the Demon Path, the threat posed by the Mystic Sect elder was undoubtedly higher. Given the chance, it seemed prudent to eliminate the Mystic Sect member first, though there appeared no such opportunity...
Thus, the two exchanged punches and palms for a while, completing around thirty to fifty moves. Then the Mystic Sect elder found a Weakness in the myriad of chaotic moves and struck out, sending Young Master Wan Tao flying with a palm to the chest.
Curiously, the Mystic Sect elder, having gained the upper hand, did not rush to deliver a finishing blow, instead standing in place, examining his palm,
"You also know the Xiaoyao Sect’s skills?"
Young Master Wan Tao took the palm strike, experiencing a slight shake in his Daoist energy without any apparent injury. With a backflip, like a camera playback, he reclined on a tree branch, striking a pose,
"I thought the True Origin Ascension technique was something extraordinary, but apparently it’s just like this!
Old thing, previously when you ambushed the Inverted Immortal, I was already on guard against your Xuanming True Qi!
You better switch to another Qi for your attacks!"
The Mystic Sect elder raised his eyes to look at him, calmly saying,
"To withstand the force of my palm and identify one of my skill origins, it seems you’ve indeed obtained the Nine Heavens True Inheritance, I must kill you."
"Ha! With your current flaccid and powerless Mystic Ice Palm Technique? Haha! Laughable!"
Young Master Wan Tao sneered coldly, fanning himself as he inhaled the seven strands of poison smoke, gathering the scattered Daoist energy once again, clearly taking the opportunity to replenish his Qi.
The Mystic Sect elder did not interfere, allowing him to replenish his Qi, while stating with hands clenched,
"You know one but not the other, I have only refined the finger technique to combat demons; the palm technique is merely for strengthening and body refinement. Once I gather enough Qi, one point of force will fell you, whether you believe it or not."
Young Master Wan Tao said nothing, coldly laughing without responding, yet his hands moved faster, spurring the poison smoke, enveloping himself in a colorful mist.
The Mystic Sect elder still did not move,
"Your skills are shallow, your learning is too varied, your natural talent is insufficient, and your Daoist experience insufficient, even relying on formations, equipped with sufficient poison elixirs and hidden weapons, still won’t break my Dharma Body. Besides, the Shadow Veil and Qimen changes are hidden in calculations, most avoid being hasty and Qi irritable.
Initially, when you tangled with me, you missed a chance to break my palm technique at around two hundred moves. It’s a pity, my finger technique can be refined within a hundred moves, actually putting me in an unyielding position.
Now your Daoist Heart is unstable, after failing to defeat me in dozens of moves it’s full of errors, and after being struck by my palm, you’re startled away, rendering all previous entanglements null and void, while I discerned numerous Weakness and flaws. I can capture you alive within ten moves.
I advise you to disassemble dispassionately, falling into my hands will lead to ground bones and scattered ashes, and your Divine Soul executed, without any way out."
With a "snap!", Young Master Wan Tao folded his fan, pointing it angrily and said,
"Hmph! You’re spewing nonsense! Rambling endlessly! Flaunting crotch breeze, blathering nonsense! If you’re capable, just use that Bone-penetrating Cold Wind move to capture me!"
"Fine!"
The Mystic Sect elder suddenly waved his sleeves and struck! In an instant, his arms opened wide, soaring upward like an immortal crane! Suddenly, there was an icy chill! A strong wind swept the face! The overwhelming Xuanming Dao Power exploded like a blizzard ice ring! One couldn’t even see how he struck with his finger, only that two beams of icy light suddenly appeared! Instantly, there were two crisp sounds, "puff! puff!"
"Ah!!"
Young Master Wan Tao exclaimed! Flying to evade! Yet found himself unscathed. Turning his head, he saw that the Mystic Sect elder pointed behind him, with two surging Daoist energy currents sweeping away the surrounding poison smoke, clearing the grass and reeds! Two visible lines of ice darted, moving like darting dace across Yun Meng Lake, forming clear trajectories!
What, what’s going on...
For a moment, Young Master Wan Tao was panic-stricken and confused, unaware of what this old fellow was doing by suddenly turning his head to release two ultimate moves into the empty air.
Then, the reeds swayed, and suddenly an old man emerged from the reeds, smiling and saying,
"Brother Zhan Chuan, it’s me, it’s me, I’m He Linzi..."
"Indeed, you’re impressive, killing one instantly, sealing another, having deduced my existence. Unfortunately, you’re one move behind."
The Mystic Sect elder sighed, then coldly said,
"That face is mine."
"...Tch."
Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes, wiping off his face, and stood up, revealing a Blood Body with half an arm shattered by Finger Force.
"Hey, Wan Du’s disciple, lend me your Dao Body, or we’ll all perish here today."