Chapter 1123 - 566: Just Messing Around
Sometimes Chen Xuantian felt quite helpless; this move, White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream, which Tie Dan had mastered with three years of power, paired with the Nine Luminaries Red Evil Sword he wielded skillfully, was unexpectedly misunderstood to be Emei by these idiots?
"This person’s foundation is solid, his elixir power profound, definitely not an ordinary mixed cultivator! He’s adept in the subtleties of White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream, could he be a disciple of Cang Song?"
"But isn’t the Emei Sect resisting the Demon Tide at Nine Borders? Why did their disciple come to the South?"
"Nonsense, he probably found some opportunity in the South! Moreover, look at the sword energy he just used, it appeared real yet false; only the sword blade possessed a bit of qi blade, clearly forced out using Innate Gang Qi! It’s obvious his Qi Sword cultivation lacks, just recently trained, perhaps he was sent to Nine Yin Mountain to transcribe books!"
"Oh, sounds reasonable."
Even Chen Xuantian thought there was some truth to it, after all, everyone knew how formidable Cang Song’s jump split at Ninth Peak was, yet how many had lived to see Tie Dan use White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream...
"This person indeed has some skills, swift movement technique, quick strike, ruthless hands, clearly someone who frequently walks in Jianghu. Unless one specializes in martial refinement for body cultivation, it would be difficult to engage him in close combat. Indeed, he’s of the Cang Song lineage."
"But everyone, don’t worry! Earlier, Junior Brother Xiao simply miscalculated his sword speed and distance and thus was defeated! Just be cautious of his Innate Gang Qi, and do not recklessly fall into the sword circle..."
"Humph!"
Suddenly a cold snort came from the clouds, interrupting the chirping discussions of Xiao Xuan Sect,
"Your own tribulation, deal with it yourselves! When the time comes, do you expect your senior brothers to give you pointers?"
Seeing the elder speak, those Nascent Soul Realm senior brothers refrained from assisting from the sidelines, resigning to stand aside, sharing knowing glances.
Then the second person immediately picked up the hint, soared out, and accepted the jade token to fight.
"Su Qingyan of He Ming Mountain! Please teach me!"
As everyone knows, Immortal Palace focuses on battle preparations, Divine Sect specializes in ambushes, while Mystic Sect emphasizes strategy.
Though these Golden Core Realm disciples of Mystic Sect aren’t formally entry-level, standing as outer disciples listening at the gate, they’ve been painstakingly selected from the mountains, with diligent instruction, elixir nurturing, scroll transmission, and top-level guidance, they are indeed a gathering of talented individuals and exceptional Dao Seed prodigies.
Perhaps compared to the loose cultivators who live on the edge in Jianghu, they lack some experience, but Mystic Sect disciples excel in solid theoretical knowledge. Since they saw through Chen Xuantian’s initial ploy with White Tiger Leaping Over the Stream and noted his solid elixir skills and Innate Gang Qi protection, having even practiced a couple of moves from the Nine Yin Sword Scripture, naturally anticipating his tactical approach and preparing solutions accordingly.
Thus, the Daoist who stepped forward, treading and soaring in the clouds, like a roll of green gauze, fluttering bamboo leaves, gently falling with the wind, lightly descended onto the lake surface far away, about eight or nine zhang apart from Chen Xuantian. Even if a forty-meter-long Qi Sword came stabbing over, he could dodge it.
Chen Xuantian focused his eyesight and looked over, seeing Su Qingyan in a simple grey-blue Daoist robe, slim and upright, with a calm expression, clear and gentle gaze, standing like a lone pine, moving like flowing clouds. When still, his breath was long, almost in tune with the water’s rhythm underfoot, when in motion, like a gentle breeze, leaving no trace. At one moment, he calmly gathered qi, restrained his divine sense, directly embedding his Daoist energy deep into Yun Meng, indeed someone with solid foundations and deep blessings.
However, Chen Xuantian was not flustered at all; after all, he had received the Peng Ju’s thousand-year Daoist Collection, he was also a true inheritor of Hu Temple, adept in strategy.
He even understood the opponent’s background quite well, for he had been to He Ming Mountain once.
Indeed, everyone still remembers Huangfu Yi’s grand adventure in the Central Plains. He Ming Mountain, where he barged in, obtained a roll of Xuan Nu’s Heavenly Book, receiving the True Inheritance of the Nine Heavens Xuan Nu’s Three Transformations and Nine Changes Refining Form Chapter.
Yes, it was annihilated fifty years later.
But when discussed, they were still considered among the nine major sects, with Crane Temple’s exclusive true inheritance. Since this person is a disciple of He Ming Mountain, he is naturally renowned for solid foundational skills, firmly cultivating the Tai Chi Five Qi Escape Technique, equipped with strategies and maneuvers for various environments.
And judging by his rise-and-fall technique, this person’s qinggong is extremely strong, even comparable to Chen Xuantian, clearly specializing in long-range guerrilla evasive tactics, naturally skilled at keeping close combat at bay.
If it weren’t for the previous casualty from Gusheshe Mountain and their same sect rushing for revenge, he probably should have led off. Utilizing his solid Dao power and superior qinggong ability, he could spar with Chen Xuantian for a while, explore some techniques, and once the opponent’s abilities and hidden cards were drawn out, even if he were defeated, the observers behind him would naturally have their strategies, leaving Chen Xuantian no survival.
Therefore, he mustn’t tangle with him, finish him quickly.
"The greatest goodness is like water, benefiting all things without contention, a tsunami calms the abyss, submerging nine heavens into sinking lands. When qi harmonizes with Dao, intention communicates with the mystique, commanding the waves..."
However, Su Qingyan had also anticipated his anticipation, knowing that Chen Xuantian, facing nine opponents, would surely pursue a quick battle, giving no chance for breath, directly pinching the formula and casting the curse.
"Splash!"
Instantly, waves surged, Water Qi rolled backward as if stirred by the lake breeze, the waters of Yun Meng Lake churned, swirling around Su Qingyan, forming ripples resembling large flower petals like a lotus, stirring up the lake surface like boiling soup.
And the Mystic Sect people present immediately recognized, Su Qingyan’s approach was quite standard, first broadly deploying Daoist energy, seizing the Earth Vein spiritual core, setting up his own Magic Array Daoist Formulas, ready to cast the spell to guard against surprise attacks.
Strangely, Chen Xuantian showed no reaction, not taking advantage to interrupt during the opponent’s casting, nor seeming to intend on expending qi power to vie for the Earth Vein, just stood there with his hands tucked in his sleeves watching him perform.