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Guo Daozhen descended, his golden Dao Body resembling a deity descending from the heavens. Initially, everyone was on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy, yet he surprisingly addressed the mysterious elder of the Yang Family as "Master."
The elder in the black robe looked at Guo Daozhen, his gaze piercing through the shadow of his hat, fixated on him. "Oh, Guo," he said.
"I didn't expect you to recognize me," Guo Daozhen replied.
"Of course I recognize you. Among the few disciples I took in back then, you were the most mischievous and your fate was unique—Nine Yin Absolute Pulse Life. You could easily defeat an Immortal. But I recall that your Dao Body was sealed in the Futu Stupa to suppress that White Snake. How did you escape?" the elder questioned.
Guo Daozhen responded, "I was trapped for decades; it was lonely. The first thing I saw upon emerging was that everyone from Futu Ridge had perished."
"Then it seems you shouldn't have come out. You are truly ruthless," the elder remarked. "I only did it for your own good. If it weren't for that precious place where your Dao Body could cultivate in peace, who could sit for decades? Just look at your current cultivation; you're practically a celestial being!"
"I owe all of this to you, Master. Without you, how could I have achieved what I have today?" Guo Daozhen said.
"That's true. So how do you plan to repay me?" the elder asked.
Guo Daozhen replied, "I have prepared a grand gift for you; let me present it now."
With that, he looked up towards the clouds. The golden clouds gradually turned dark, and soon after, a series of pitch-black coffins fell from the dark clouds. The crowd parted to make way as the coffins lined up under Guo Daozhen's control, numbering around forty or fifty!
"What do you mean by this?" Li Chang'an pointed at Guo Daozhen and asked.
Guo Daozhen chuckled and glanced at Guo Huaiyi behind him. "Nails."
Guo Huaiyi nodded and threw a bundle into the air. The bundle burst open, scattering hundreds of black long nails that arranged themselves neatly and densely behind Guo Daozhen.
"Soul Fixation Nails—what you taught me to bind souls. I spent all night having these coffins made and brought over. I won’t kill any of your elders from the Yang Family, but they will all be nailed inside!" Guo Daozhen declared.
"It seems your skills have improved; this is indeed your true Dao Body!" the elder in black reminded him.
"I am Guo Daozhen with one life and one soul; unlike you old folks who grow more fearful with age!" Guo Daozhen retorted.
As he spoke, golden light radiated from him, illuminating everything around and rendering everyone immobile; even the elders of the Yang Family found it difficult to move or escape.
"Seeking death!" Yang Xuanzong roared, slamming his palm toward Guo Daozhen. Guo Daozhen coldly regarded Yang Xuanzong, drawing a talisman in front of him. The talisman dispersed, suppressing Yang Xuanzong, and Li Chang'an's expression changed drastically. He was severely injured and could not possibly engage with a master again. Meanwhile, the old man in the black robe transformed into black smoke and charged at Guo Daozhen. Golden light erupted from Guo Daozhen as he clashed with the black-robed elder. The Mount Hua Summit trembled with strange clouds, the earth shook, and the void cracked, accompanied by booming sounds.
"Now it's my turn," Guo Huaiyi chuckled, forming an incantation with his hands, sending soul-binding needles piercing through the limbs of the Yang Family disciples present, sending them all into coffins.
The Yang Family disciples screamed in agony as Guo Huaiyi laughed heartily, watching as coffin after coffin filled with people. Yang Peng laughed in terror, shouting, "Master, save me!"
Yang Xuanzong, trapped by Guo Daozhen's talisman, was too preoccupied to help. He desperately unleashed two Thousand Li Talismans onto Yang Peng and Elder Yang to protect Yang Long's Primordial Spirit.
"Take Long back to the Holy Pool and find him a new body!" Yang Xuanzong commanded.
Under the guidance of the Thousand Li Talismans, Yang Peng and Yang Long's souls suddenly vanished from the peak of Mount Hua. The Yang Family excelled in Void Technique, specifically crafting Thousand Li Talismans for self-preservation. Guo Huaiyi watched as his prize slipped away and shouted to Guo Daozhen, who was struggling against the black-robed elder, "Father, the Yang Family has escaped; what's left are just trash!"
Guo Daozhen replied, "Put those old ones inside; they must not be killed. Nail their hands and feet down!"
Even though the Yang Family Elders were at the Nascent Soul Realm, they were powerless against Guo Daozhen's immobilizing Divine Ability and offered no resistance.
Guo Huaiyi wore an evil grin as he nailed each of the Yang Family Elders into their coffins. When he looked at the high priest among Elder Yang's group, he saw terror flickering in the high priest's eyes. Guo Huaiyi held a folding fan to cover his face but was suddenly blasted away by a surge of dark power.
Hearing the commotion, Guo Daozhen flew over from afar. He looked into the high priest's eyes and declared, "These eyes are peculiar; they belong to me now!"
With a contraction of his palm, the high priest's eyes were forcibly pulled from their sockets and flew into Guo Daozhen's hand.
Enraged, the black-robed elder struck down from above. Guo Daozhen met him head-on with a palm strike that sent the elder flying back. Then he raised both hands; dozens of coffins were firmly pinned by soul-binding needles and lifted off the ground, hovering over surrounding cliffs.
"Use Void Technique to escape!" Yang Xuanzong shouted as he slammed his palm onto Wuzhang Rock. The members of the Yang Family fell over; as their hands hit the ground, runes glowed on their bodies, and hundreds vanished from sight.
"I will remember this grudge," Yang Xuanzong vowed.
"Remember my name: Guo Daozhen!" Guo Daozhen proclaimed.
"Father, don't let him get away! He has the Book of Life and Death!" Guo Huaiyi urged.
Guo Daozhen heard a sound, and golden light burst forth from his hands, solidifying the void. Everyone else used the Void Technique to leave Mount Hua Summit, leaving only Yang Xuanzong half-immersed in the void, yet unable to escape.
The old man in black transformed into black smoke, wrapping around Guo Daozhen. With no choice but to deal with the old man, Guo Daozhen paused, allowing Yang Xuanzong to slip into the void, disappearing to an unknown location.
The old man in black chuckled and said, "Good disciple, until we meet again!"
With that, his figure dissipated into thin air.
"Dad, is this person really Old Scholar?" Guo Huaiyi asked.
Guo Daozhen shook his head and replied, "At most, it was just a projection or some kind of imitation technique. I underestimated him; even if the Primordial Spirit were to leave its body, it would still be hard to suppress him."
"Old Blind Man, your item," Huzi tossed a doll to Guo Daozhen.
Guo Daozhen caught the doll as Guo Huaiyi said, "Before Yang Hao fell off the cliff, this was given to you by Yaochi Saintess. This doll might have been sewn by grandmother."
Upon hearing this, Guo Daozhen's expression froze as she wiped the dirt off the doll. "This indeed belongs to your grandmother. I have seen it before."
"How could Yaochi Saintess have something from grandmother?" Guo Huaiyi asked.
Guo Daozhen replied, "If my guess is correct, your grandmother is from Yaochi; she is a junior sister of Yaochi Saintess."
"Your skills are exceptional. If you have nowhere to stay, feel free to visit my sect; I, Nangong, will treat you as an esteemed guest." Nangong stood atop Coiling Dragon.
"I'm not used to drinking tea from big sects," Guo Daozhen directly refused.
"Dad, the Martial Dao Classic is still with him," Guo Huaiyi pointed at Nangong Dao.
Guo Daozhen said, "Once the Martial Dao Classic recognizes its master, no one else can use it; it doesn't matter who takes it."
"But Yang Hao is already dead," Guo Huaiyi remarked.
"Guo Daozhen said, 'Yang Hao's life is not so worthless; he won't die easily. Someone is secretly controlling the situation. If my guess is correct, it must be Old Scholar, but his plans have already been disrupted by me. I warn you all to hurry and find Yang Hao. The most important treasure on him is not the Book of Life and Death or the Martial Dao Classic, but something alive. I can't predict it, but once he wakes up, your days will be over!'
As Guo Daozhen spoke, he began to count on his fingers, and his expression suddenly turned grim as he looked toward the distant Huashan. A dark mass of people was rushing toward them.
'Let's go; Li Fugui is coming,' Guo Daozhen said, golden light radiating from him as he and Guo Huaiyi suddenly vanished from Huashan. 'Divine Hero, thank you for sparing my life back then; we shall meet again.'
Among the crowd, Jiyao looked at Yang Sanqian and asked, 'Does this person understand Divination Technique? His son is fine.'
Yang Sanqian replied, 'Hao has great fortune and luck; he will definitely be fine, so don't worry.'
During the Huashan Uprising, there were over ten thousand casualties, and Yang Sanqian single-handedly slaughtered eight thousand. The crowd looked at Yang Sanqian as if they were seeing a ghost.
Huzi carried Iron Bull's corpse on his back as he walked toward Yang Sanqian and his wife. Yang Sanqian looked at Iron Bull and infused a powerful life force into him.
'Uncle Yang?'
Yang Sanqian said, 'There is a strange aura circulating within him; it should be some kind of Cultivation Method from Mangshan Sect protecting his heart vein. Follow me.'"
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